What! Have you never heard the story of the Man in the Moon?
must surely tell it, for it is very amusing, and there is not
of truth in it.
The Man in the Moon was rather lonesome, and often he peeked
edge of the moon and looked down upon the earth and envied all
people who lived together, for he thought it must be vastly more
pleasant to have companions to talk to than to be shut up in a
planet all by himself, where he had to whistle to keep himself
One day he looked down and saw an alderman sailing up through
towards him. This alderman was being translated (instead of being
transported, owing to a misprint in the law) and as he came near
Man in the Moon called to him and said,
"How is everything down on the earth?"
"Everything is lovely," replied the alderman, "and
I would n't leave
it if I was not obliged to."
"What 's a good place to visit down there?" enquired
the Man in the
"Oh, Norwich is a mighty fine place," returned the
alderman, "and it
's famous for its pease porridge;" and then he sailed out
of sight and
left the Man in the Moon to reflect upon what he had said.
The words of the alderman made him more anxious than ever to
earth, and so he walked thoughtfully home, and put a few lumps
in the stove to keep him warm, and sat down to think how he should
manage the trip.
You see, everything went by contraries in the Moon, and when
wished to keep warm he knocked off a few chunks of ice and put
his stove; and he cooled his drinking water by throwing red-hot
of fire into the pitcher. Likewise, when he became chilly he took
his hat and coat, and even his shoes, and so became warm; and
hot days of summer he put on his overcoat to cool off.
All of which seems very queer to you, no doubt; but it was n't
queer to the Man in the Moon, for he was accustomed to it.
Well, he sat by his ice-cool fire and thought about his journey
earth, and finally he decided the only way he could get there
slide down a moonbeam.
So he left the house and locked the door and put the key in his
pocket, for he was uncertain how long he should be gone; and then
went to the edge of the moon and began to search for a good strong
At last he found one that seemed rather substantial and reached
down to a pleasant-looking spot on the earth; and so he swung
over the edge of the moon, and put both arms tight around the
and started to slide down. But he found it rather slippery, and
spite of all his efforts to hold on he found himself going faster
faster, so that just before he reached the earth he lost his hold
came tumbling down head over heels and fell plump into a river.
The cool water nearly scalded him before he could swim out, but
fortunately he was near the bank and he quickly scrambled upon
land and sat down to catch his breath.
By that time it was morning, and as the sun rose its hot rays
him off somewhat, so that he began looking about curiously at
strange sights and wondering where on earth he was.
By and by a farmer came along the road by the river with a team
horses drawing a load of hay, and the horses looked so odd to
in the Moon that at first he was greatly frightened, never before
having seen horses except from his home in the moon, from whence
looked a good deal smaller. But he plucked up courage and said
"Can you tell me the way to Norwich, sir?"
"Norwich?" repeated the farmer musingly; "I do
n't know exactly where
it be, sir, but it 's somewhere away to the south."
"Thank you," said the Man in the Moon.--But stop! I
must not call him
the Man in the Moon any longer, for of course he was now out of
moon; so I 'll simply call him the Man, and you 'll know by that
man I mean.
Well, the Man in the--I mean the Man (but I nearly forgot what
just said)--the Man turned to the south and began walking briskly
along the road, for he had made up his mind to do as the alderman
advised and travel to Norwich, that he might eat some of the famous
pease porridge that was made there. And finally, after a long
tiresome journey, he reached the town and stopped at one of the
houses he came to, for by this time he was very hungry indeed.
A good-looking woman answered his knock at the door, and he asked
"Is this the town of Norwich, madam?"
"Surely this is the town of Norwich," returned the
"I came here to see if I could get some pease porridge,"
Man, "for I hear you make I the nicest porridge in the world
"That we do, sir," answered the woman, "and if
you 'll step inside I
'll give you a bowl, for I have plenty in the house that is newly
So he thanked her and entered the house, and she asked,
"Will you have it hot or cold, sir?"
"Oh, cold, by all means," replied the Man, "for
I detest anything hot
She soon brought him a bowl of cold pease porridge, and the Man
hungry that he took a big spoonful at once.
But no sooner had he put it into his mouth than he uttered a
yell, and began dancing frantically about the room, for of course
porridge that was cold to earth folk was hot to him, and the big
spoonful of cold pease porridge had burned his mouth to a blister!
"What 's the matter?" asked the woman.
"Matter!" screamed the Man; "why, your porridge
is so hot it has
"Fiddlesticks!" she replied, "the porridge is
"Try it yourself!" he cried. So she tried it and found
it very cold
and pleasant. But the Man was so astonished to see her eat the
porridge that had blistered his own mouth that he became frightened
and ran out of the house and down the street as fast as he could
The policeman on the first corner saw him running, and promptly
arrested him, and he was marched off to the magistrate for trial.
"What is your name?" asked the magistrate.
"I have n't any," replied the Man; for of course as
he was the only
Man in the Moon it was n't necessary he should have a name.
"Come, come, no nonsense!" said the magistrate, "you
must have some
name. Who are you?"
"Why, I 'm the Man in the Moon."
"That 's rubbish!" said the magistrate, eyeing the
"you may be a man, but you 're not in the moon-you 're in
"That is true," answered the Man, who was quite bewildered
"And of course you must be called something," continued
"Well, then," said the prisoner, "if I 'm not
the Man in the Moon I
must be the Man out of the Moon; so call me that."
"Very good," replied the judge; "now, then, where
did you come from?"
"Oh, you did, eh? How did you get here?"
"I slid down a moonbeam."
"Indeed! Well, what were you running for?"
"A woman gave me some cold pease porridge, and it burned
The magistrate looked at him a moment in surprise, and then he
"This person is evidently crazy; so take him to the lunatic
keep him there."
This would surely have been the fate of the Man had there not
present an old astronomer who had often looked at the moon through
telescope, and so had discovered that what was hot on earth was
in the moon, and what was cold here was hot there; so he began
think the Man had told the truth. Therefore he begged the magistrate
to wait a few minutes while he looked through his telescope to
the Man in the Moon was there. So, as it was now night, he fetched
telescope and looked at the Moon,--and found there was no man
in it at
"It seems to be true," said the astronomer, "that
the Man has got out
of the Moon somehow or other. Let me look at your mouth, sir,
if it is really burned."
Then the Man opened his mouth, and everyone saw plainly it was
to a blister! Thereupon the magistrate begged his pardon for doubting
his word, and asked him what he would like to do next.
"I 'd like to get back to the Moon," said the Man,
"for I do n't like
this earth of yours at all. The nights are too hot."
"Why, it 's quite cool this evening!" said the magistrate.
"I 'll tell you what we can do," remarked the astronomer;
"there 's a
big balloon in town which belongs to the circus that came here
summer, and was pawned for a board bill. We can inflate this balloon
and send the Man out of the Moon home in it."
"That 's a good idea," replied the judge. So the balloon
and inflated, and the Man got into the basket and gave the word
go, and then the balloon mounted up into the sky in the direction
The good people of Norwich stood on the earth and tipped back
heads, and watched the balloon go higher and higher, until finally
Man reached out and caught hold of the edge of the moon, and behold!
the next minute he was the Man in the Moon again!
After this adventure he was well contented to stay at home; and
no doubt if you look through a telescope you will see him there