by Tove Jansson
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Comet in Moominland
Tove Jansson was born in Helsingfors, Hinland, in 1914. Her mother was a caricaturist who designed 165 of Hinlands stamps and her father was a sculptor. She studied painting in Hinland, Sweden and France, and subsequently became a book illustrator. she lived alone on a small island in the gulf of Hinland, where most of her books were written.
Tove Jansson died in June 2001.
Others books by Tove Jansson
FINN FAMILY MOOMINTROLL
MOOMINLAND MIDWINTER
MOOMINSUMMER MADNESS
TALES FROM MOOMINVALLEY
Tove Jansson
Comet in Moominland
Translated by Elizabeth Portch
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First published as Kometjakten 1946
This translation published in Great Britain by Ernst Benn Ltd 1951
Published in Puffin Books 1967
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Copyright 1946 by Tove Jansson
This translation copyright 1951 by Ernest Benn Ltd
All rights reserved
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ISBN 978-0-141-32643-6
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
Which is about Moomintroll and Sniff following a mysterious path to the sea, pearl-fishing, the discovery of a cave and how the Muskrat avoided catching a cold.
CHAPTER 2
Which is about stars with tails.
CHAPTER 3
Which is about how to manage crocodiles.
CHAPTER 4
Which is about the meeting with Snufkin and a terrible experience with a giant lizard.
CHAPTER 5
Which is about the underground river and rescue by a Hemulen.
CHAPTER 6
Which is about the adventure with the Eagle and the finding of the Observatory.
CHAPTER 7
Which is about how Moomintroll rescues the Snork Maiden from a poisonous bush and in which the comet appears in the sky.
CHAPTER 8
Which is about the Village Stores and a party in the forest.
CHAPTER 9
Which is about a fantastic crossing of the dried-up sea and how the Snork Maiden rescues Moomintroll from a giant octopus.
CHAPTER 10
Which is about a Hemulen’s stamp-collection, a swarm of grass-hoppers and a horrible tornado.
CHAPTER 11
Which is about a coffee-party, the flight to the cave and the arrival of the comet.
CHAPTER 12
Which is about the end of the story.
CHAPTER 1
Which is about Moomintroll and Sniff following a mysterious path to the sea, pearl-fishing, the discovery of a cave and how the Muskrat avoided catching a cold.
THE Moomin family had been living for some weeks in the valley where they had found their house* after the dreadful flood (which is another story). It was a wonderful valley, full of happy little animals and flowering trees, and there was a clear narrow river that came down from the mountain, looped round Moominhouse and disappeared in the direction of another valley, where no doubt other little animals wondered where it came from.
One morning – it was the morning that Moomintroll’s pappa finished building a bridge over the river – the little animal, Sniff, made a discovery. (There were still plenty of things left for them to discover in the valley.) He was wandering in the forest when he suddenly noticed a path he had never seen before winding mysteriously into the green shadows. Sniff was spellbound and stood gazing at it for several minutes.
‘It’s funny about paths and rivers,’ he mused. ‘You see them go by, and suddenly you feel upset and want to be somewhere else – wherever the path or the river is going perhaps. I shall have to tell Moomintroll about this, and we can explore it together, because it would be a bit risky for me to go alone.’ Then he carved a secret sign on a tree-trunk with his pen-knife, so that he could find the place again, and thought proudly: ‘Moomintroll will be surprised.’ And after that he scooted home as fast as he could so as not to be late for lunch.
Moomintroll was just putting up a swing when Sniff got home. He seemed very interested in the mysterious path, and directly after lunch they set off to have a look at it.
Half-way up the hill on their way grew a clump of blue-trees covered with big yellow pears, and of course they couldn’t get past that without Sniff deciding that he was hungry.
‘We’d better only take the windfalls,’ said Moomintroll, ‘because mamma makes jam from these.’ But they had to shake the tree a little so that there were some windfalls.
Sniff was very pleased with their haul. ‘You can carry the provisions,’ he said, ‘because you haven’t got anything else to do, have you? I’m too busy to think about things like that when I’m the Path Pioneer.’
When they reached the top of the hill they turned and looked down at the valley. Moominhouse was just a blue dot, and the river a narrow ribbon of green: the swing they couldn’t see at all. ‘We’ve never been such a long way from home before,’ said Moomintroll, and a little goose-fleshy thrill of excitement came over them at the thought.
Sniff started to snuffle about. He looked at the sun, felt
the direction of the wind, sniffed the air, and in fact behaved in every way like a great Path Pioneer.
‘It should be somewhere here,’ he said busily. ‘I made a secret sign with my knife on a plum tree just where it began.’
‘Could it possibly be here?’ asked Moomintroll pointing to a curly flourish on a tree-trunk on the left.
‘No! Here it is!’ screamed Sniff, who had found another curly flourish on a tree-trunk on the right.
At the same time they both caught sight of a third curly flourish on a tree-trunk right in front of them, but it was terribly high up, at least three feet above the ground.
‘That’s it, I’m sure,’ said Sniff stretching himself. ‘I must be taller than I thought!’
‘Well, strike me pink!’ exclaimed Moomintroll looking around. ‘There are curly flourishes everywhere! And some of them are nearly a hundred feet up. I think you’ve found a haunted path, Sniff, and now the spooks are
trying to stop us using it. What do you say to that?’
Sniff didn’t say anything, but he got very pale about the nose. And at that moment a cackle of spooky laughter broke the silence, and down fell a big blue plum, which nearly hit Moomintroll in the eye. Sniff gave a screech of terror and ran for co
ver, but Moomintroll was just angry, and had decided to have a look for the enemy when, all of a sudden, he saw who it was. For the first time in his life he was face to face with a silk-monkey!
She was crouching in the fork of a tree: a small, dark, velvety ball. Her face was round and much lighter than the rest of her (about the colour of Sniff’s nose when he had washed rather carelessly), and her laugh was ten times bigger than herself,
‘Stop that horrible cackling!’ shouted Moomintroll when he saw that she was smaller than he. ‘This is our valley. You can go and laugh somewhere else.’
‘Wretched wretch!’ muttered Sniff, pretending he hadn’t been frightened. But the silk-monkey just hung by her tail and laughed louder than ever. Then she threw some more plums at them and disappeared into the forest with a parting hoot of evil laughter.
‘She’s running away!’ screamed Sniff. ‘Come on – let’s follow her.’ So off they rushed, scrambling headlong through bushes and brambles under a perfect rain of ripe berries and fircones, while all the little animals underfoot escaped into their holes as quickly as they possibly could.
The silk-monkey swung from tree to tree in front of them; she hadn’t enjoyed herself so much for weeks.
‘Don’t you think it’s ridiculous (puff) to run after a silly little monkey like that,’ panted Sniff at last. ‘I don’t see (puff) that she matters.’
Moomintroll agreed to this and they sat down under a tree and pretended to be thinking about something important. The silk-monkey made herself comfortable in the fork of a tree above them and tried to look important too; she was having nearly as much fun as before.
‘Take no notice of her,’ whispered Moomintroll. Out loud he said: ‘Good spot this, isn’t it Sniff?’
‘Yes. Interesting-looking path too,’ Sniff answered.
‘Path,’ repeated Moomintroll thoughtfully. And then he suddenly noticed where they were. ‘Why, this must be the Mysterious Path,’ he gasped.
It certainly looked most mysterious. Overhead the branches of the plum-trees, oaks and silver poplars met and formed a dark tunnel which led away into the unknown.
‘Now we must take this seriously,’ said Sniff, remembering that he was the Path Pioneer. ‘I’ll look for by-paths, and you knock three times if you see anything dangerous.’
‘What shall I knock on?’ asked Moomintroll.
‘Whatever you like,’ said Sniff. ‘Only don’t talk. And what have you done with the provisions ? I suppose you’ve lost them. Oh, dear! Do I have to do everything myself?’
Moomintroll wrinkled his forehead dejectedly but did not answer.
So they wandered farther into the green tunnel, Sniff looking for by-paths, Moomintroll looking for dangerous intruders, and the silk-monkey leaping overhead from branch to branch.
The path wound in and out of the trees getting narrower and narrower, until at last it petered out altogether. Moomintroll looked baffled. ‘Well, that seems to be that,’ he said. ‘It ought to have led to something very special.’
They stood still and looked at each other in disappointment. But as they stood a whiff of salt wind blew in their faces and a faint sighing could be heard in the distance.
‘It must be the sea!’ exclaimed Moomintroll with a whoop of joy, and he started running upwind, his heart thumping with excitement, for if there is anything Moomintrolls really love it is bathing.
‘Wait!’ screamed Sniff. ‘Don’t leave me behind!’
But Moomintroll didn’t stop till he came to the sea, and there he sat down and solemnly watched the waves rolling in, one after another, each with its crest of white foam.
After a while Sniff came out from the fringe of the wood and joined him. ‘It’s cold here,’ he said. ‘By-the-way, do you remember when we sailed with the Hattifatteners in that dreadful storm, and I was so sea-sick?’
‘That’s quite another story,’ said Moomintroll. ‘Now I’m going to bathe.’ And he ran straight out into the breakers, without stopping to undress (because of course Moomintrolls don’t wear clothes, except sometimes in bed).
The silk-monkey had climbed down from her tree and was sitting on the sandy beach watching them. ‘What are you doing?’ she cried. ‘Don’t you know it’s wet and cold?’
‘We’ve managed to impress her at last!’ said Sniff.
‘Yes. I say, Sniff, can you dive with your eyes open?’ asked Moomintroll.
‘No!’ said Sniff, ‘and I don’t intend to try – you never know what you’ll see down there on the bottom. If you do it don’t blame me if something awful happens!’
‘Pooh!’ said Moomintroll diving into a big wave and swimming down through green bubbles of light. He went deeper and came upon forests of crinkly seaweed swaying gently in the current – seaweed that was decorated with beautiful white and pink shells – and even farther down the green twilight deepened until he could see only a black hole that seemed to have no bottom.
Moomintroll turned round and shot up to the surface where a big wave carried him right back to the beach. There sat Sniff and the silk-monkey screaming for help at the tops of their voices.
‘We thought you were drowned,’ said Sniff, ‘or that a shark had eaten you up!’
‘Pooh!’ said Moomintroll again. ‘I’m used to the sea. While I was down there I got an idea – a good idea too. But I’m wondering if an outsider should hear it or not.’ And he looked pointedly at the silk-monkey.
‘Go away!’ Sniff said to her. ‘This is private.’
‘Oh, please tell!’ entreated the silk-monkey, for she was the most inquisitive creature in the world. ‘I swear I won’t breathe a word.’
‘Shall we make her swear?’ asked Moomintroll.
‘Well, why not?’ answered Sniff. ‘But it’ll have to be a proper swear.’
‘Repeat after me,’ said Moomintroll, ‘“may the ground swallow me up, may old hags rattle my dry bones, and may I
never more eat ice cream if I don’t guard this secret with my life.” Go on now.’
The silk-monkey repeated the swear, but she was a bit careless over it because she could never keep a thing in her head for long. ‘Good!’ said Moomintroll. ‘Now I’ll tell you. I’m going to go pearl-fishing and then I shall bury all my pearls in a box here on the beach.’
‘But where shall we find a box?’ asked Sniff.
‘I shall hand that job over to you and the silk-monkey,’ replied Moomintroll.
‘Why do I always have to do the difficult things?’ asked Sniff gloomily.’ You have all the fun.’
‘You were the Path Pioneer just now,’ said Moomintroll. ‘And besides you can’t dive. So don’t be silly.’
Sniff and the silk-monkey set off along the beach. ‘Wretched wretch!’ muttered Sniff. ‘He could have looked for his own old box.’
They poked around for a bit, but after a time the silk-monkey forgot what they were supposed to be doing and began to hunt for crabs instead. There was one that always careered off with his odd sideways gait and hid himself under a stone, so that they could only see his eyes, which were out on sticks and waved threateningly at them. They followed him for a long time until he jumped into a crack in the rock and built a wall of sand round himself so that they couldn’t get at him.
‘Well, he’s gone anyway,’ said the silk-monkey. ‘Come on! Let’s climb the rocks!’
It was a wild bit of coast, the rocks steep and jagged. After they had been climbing for a bit they found themselves on a narrow ledge above the sea, with a sheer rock wall on one side, and a steep drop to the sea on the other.
‘Are you too frightened to go any farther?’ asked the
silk-monkey, who found all this very easy, having four legs herself.
‘I’m never afraid,’ answered Sniff. ‘But I think the view is better from here.’
The silk-monkey grinned jeeringly, and pranced off with her tail in the air. After a time Sniff heard her laugh. ‘Hallo!’ she shouted. ‘I’ve found a house for myself – not a bad house
either!’
Sniff hesitated a moment, but he couldn’t resist the thought of the house. (He had always loved houses in unusual places.) So he shut his eyes tightly and set off along the ledge. The spray drenched him several times, and he offered up a prayer to the-Protector-of-all-Small-Beasts. Never in his life had he been so frightened or felt so brave as he did creeping along that ledge. Suddenly, he tripped over the silk-monkey’s tail and opened his eyes. She was lying on her tummy with her head stuck into a hole in the rock, talking and laughing nineteen to the dozen.
‘Well?’ said Sniff, ‘where’s this house you were talking about?’
‘In here!’ screeched the silk-monkey, and she disappeared completely into the rock. Then Sniff saw that it was a cave, a real cave, such as he had always dreamed of finding. Its mouth was rather small, but inside it opened out into a big room. The rocky walls rose smoothly up to a gap in the roof which let in the sunlight, and the floor was covered with smooth white sand.
The silk-monkey scuttled off to a cranny in one corner of the cave and started to sniff and poke at the sand.
‘There may be a lot of crabs here,’ she cried. ‘Come and help me look!’
‘Don’t disturb me,’ said Sniff solemnly. ‘This is the biggest moment of my life so far, and it’s my first cave.’ He smoothed the sand with his tail and sighed. ‘I shall live here for ever,’ he thought. ‘I shall put up little shelves and dig a sleeping-hole in the sand, and have a lamp burning in the evenings. And perhaps I’ll make a rope-ladder so that I can go up to the roof and look at the sea. Moomintroll will be surprised.’
And then he suddenly remembered Moomintroll’s pearl-fishing and the box. ‘I say, silk-monkey,’ he said, ‘what about that box? Do you think Moomintroll really needs it?’
