At the Back of the North Wind

At the Back of the North Wind

by George MacDonald
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At the Back of the North Wind by George MacDonald

George MacDonald's best-known fantasy has enchanted generations of children and adults since it was first published in London over a century ago. Considered to be a landmark in the development of the children's novel, this enthralling fairy tale is just as endearing today.

Modern readers will thrill to the story of little Diamond and the tall, majestic North Wind - the lady whose dark eye blazed and whose glistening black hair streamed around behind her. They and their fantastic tale are vividly portrayed in eight full-color paintings by Jessie Willcox Smith, one of America's most beloved illustrators.

This facsimile of the rare 1919 edition is sure to be treasured by young and old alike.

Moonbeam Awards: Young Adult Fiction- Religion/Spirituality - Bronze
Mom's Choice Awards Recipient - Silver

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780451520579
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/07/1986
Pages: 1
Product dimensions: 7.00(w) x 5.00(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

George MacDonald (10 December 1824 - 18 September 1905) was a Scottish author, poet and Christian minister. He was a pioneering figure in the field of fantasy literature and the mentor of fellow writer Lewis Carroll. His writings have been cited as a major literary influence by many notable authors, including W. H. Auden, C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, Walter de la Mare, E. Nesbit and Madeleine L'Engle. C. S. Lewis wrote that he regarded MacDonald as his "master".

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At the Back of the
North Wind

Chapter I

The Hay-Loft

I have been asked to tell you about the back of the North Wind. An old Greek writer mentions a people who lived there, and were so comfortable that they could not bear it any longer, and drowned themselves. My story is not the same as his. I do not think Herodotus had got the right account of the place. I am going to tell you how it fared with a boy who went there.

He lived in a low room over a coach-house; and that was not by any means at the back of the North Wind, as his mother very well knew. For one side of the room was built only of boards, and the boards were so old that you might run a penknife through into the north wind. And then let them settle between them which was the sharper! I know that when you pulled it out again the wind would be after it like a cat after a mouse, and you would know soon enough you were not at the back of the North Wind. Still, this room was not very cold, except when the North Wind blew stronger than usual: the room I have to do with now was always cold, except in summer, when the sun took the matter into his own hands. Indeed, I am not sure whether I ought to call it a room at all; for it was just a loft where they kept hay and straw and oats for the horses. And when little Diamondbut stop: I must tell you that his father, who was a coachman, had named him after a favorite horse, and his mother had had no objection:—when little Diamond then lay there in bed, he could hear the horses under him munching away in the dark, or moving sleepily in their dreams. For Diamond's father had builthim a bed in the loft with boards all round it, because they had so little room in their own end over the coach-house; and Diamond's father put old Diamond in the stall under the bed, because he was a quiet horse, and did not go to sleep standing, but lay down like a reasonable creature. But, although he was a surprisingly reasonable creature, yet, when young Diamond woke in the middle of the night, and felt the bed shaking in the blasts of the north wind, he could not help wondering whether, if the wind should blow the house down, and he were to fall through into the manger, old Diamond mightn't eat him up before he knew him in his nightgown. And although old Diamond was very quiet all night long, yet when he woke he got up like an earthquake, and then young Diamond knew what o'clock it was, or at least what was to be done next, which was-to go to sleep again as fast as he could.

There was hay at his feet and hay at his head, piled up in great trusses to the very roof. Indeed it was sometimes only through a little lane with several turnings,, which looked as if it had been sawn out for him, that he could reach his bed at all. For the stock of hay was, of course, always in a state either of slow ebb or of sudden flow. Sometimes the whole space of the loft, with the little panes in the roof for the stars to look in, would lie open before his open eyes as he lay in bed; sometimes a yellow wall of sweet-smelling fibres closed up his view at the distance of half a yard. Sometimes, when his mother had undressed him in her room, and told him to trot away to bed by himself, he would creep into the heart of the hay, and lie there thinking how cold it was outside in the wind, and how warm it was inside there in his bed, and how he could go to it when he pleased, only he wouldn't just yet; he would get a little colder first. And ever as he grew colder, his bed would grow warmer, till at last he would scramble out of the hay, shoot like an arrow into his bed, cover himself up, and snuggle down, thinking what a happy boy he was. He had not the least idea that the wind got in at a chink in the wall, and blew about him all night. For the back of his bed was only of boards an inch thick, and on the other side of them was the north wind.

Now, as I have already said, these boards were soft and crumbly. To be sure, they were tarred on the outside, yet in many places they were more like tinder than timber. Hence it happened that the soft part having worn away from about it, little Diamond found one night, after he lay down, that a knot had come out of one of them, and that the wind was blowing in upon him in a cold and rather imperious fashion. Now he had no fancy for leaving things wrong that might be set right; so he jumped out of bed again, got a little strike of hay, twisted it up, folded it in the middle, and, having thus made it into a cork, stuck it into the hole in the wall. But the wind began to blow loud and angrily, and, as Diamond was falling asleep, out blew his cork and hit him on the nose, just hard enough to wake him up quite, and let him hear the wind whistling shrill in the hole. He searched for his hay-cork, found it, stuck it in harder, and was just dropping off once more, when, pop! with an angry whistle behind it, the cork struck him again, this time on the cheek.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements
Preface, Stephen Prickett
Introduction
George MacDonald: A Brief Chronology
A Note on the Text and Illustrations

At the Back of the North Wind

Appendix A: Good Words for the Young and the Serial Publication of At the Back of the North Wind

  1. Mark Knight, Introduction: Good Words for the Young
  2. Cover of Good Words for the Young (1869)
  3. Norman Macleod, Editor’s Address (1869)
  4. Cover of Good Words for the Young (1870)
  5. George MacDonald, Editor’s Greeting (1 December 1870)
  6. “The Mother’s Prayer” (1869)
  7. Two Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen (1 July 1870)
    1. “The Rags”
    2. “What the Whole Family Said”
  8. “Up in Heaven” (1870)
  9. Arthur Hughes, Illustration for Ranald Bannerman’s Boyhood (1871)
  10. Arthur Hughes, Illustration for The Princess and the Goblin (1872)

Appendix B: Children’s Literature and the Victorian Consciousness

  1. Review of At the Back of the North Wind, The Athenaeum (March 1871)
  2. Mark Twain and George MacDonald
    1. Letter from Twain to MacDonald (19 September 1882)
    2. Letter from Twain to W.D. Howells (1899)
  3. From Poems in Two Volumes, by William Wordsworth (1807)
    1. “My heart leaps up” (written in 1802)
    2. From “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” (written in 1802-04)
  4. George MacDonald, “The Child in the Midst” (1867)
  5. Cartoon of MacDonald as “Goody Goody” (2 November 1872)
  6. George Cattermole, Illustration from Charles Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop (1841)
  7. Hammatt Billings, Illustration from Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin (1852)

Appendix C: Literary and Cultural Connections

  1. From Aesop, “The North Wind and the Sun”
  2. From Charles Kingsley, The Water-Babies (1863)
  3. From Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865)
  4. Henry Mayhew, “Crossing-Sweepers,” from London Labour and the London Poor (1852)

Appendix D: Victorian Fairy-Tale Debate

  1. Charles Dickens, “Frauds on the Fairies” (1 October 1853)
  2. From George Cruikshank, Cinderella and the Glass Slipper (1854)
  3. John Ruskin, “Fairy Stories” (1868)
  4. George Cruikshank, Illustration of “Rumple-Stilts-Kin” (1823)
  5. George Cruikshank, Illustration of “The Elves and the Shoemaker” (1823)
  6. George MacDonald, “The Fantastic Imagination” (1893)

Appendix E: Illustrations of At the Back of the North Wind

  1. Jan Susina, Introduction: “The Brotherhood between George MacDonald and Arthur Hughes”: Hughes’s Illustrations to MacDonald’s At the Back of the North Wind
  2. Robert Trexler, Five Early Illustrators of At the Back of the North Wind

Appendix F: Maps and Other Illustrative Images

  1. Sandford Map of Central London, 1862
  2. Sandford Map of Central London, 1862 (detail)
  3. Maps of Hyperborean Region
  4. Parts of a Horse
  5. Parts of a Hansom Cab
  6. Currency in Victorian England

Works Cited
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Amily_Garnett More than 1 year ago
I listened to a radio drama of this book before I read it and I didn't think I'd like the actual book. But I fell in love with it. MacDonald is so discriptive and the characters are amazing. I found myself longing for North Wind to visit me...
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This is truly with the read.
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manirul01 More than 1 year ago
Amazing.....!Excellent......!Just enjoy it.....!
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This was te worst book ever!!!!!
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I thought this was a sweet book but at points it was dificult to read. Not from old english but bad spelling.
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Rebecca How More than 1 year ago
I could not get to the seconed chapter because of the spelling otherwise it seems like a good book
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I remember getting this book as a gift when I was a child and I loved it. I could not put it down, even at 10. Many years later, I discovered the book was still at home on the bookshelf and I had so many fond memories of it that I had to read it again. Still just as magnificent. The descriptions just take you right there and you live it. Amazing... even after all these years.
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This is a wonderful book, I had to read it for one of college courses and my Professor taught us about how MacDonald's works had heavily influenced C.S. Lewis' life and writings. I was curious to see for myself what was so great and unique about this author. When i was done reading the book, i had laughed, cried, smiled and learned so much from it. I absolutely loved this book. It presents questions and answers to some of life's important questions. MacDonald's writing style is entertaining, easy to read and inspirational. I recommend this book to all fantasy lovers.