--- title: The Pomegranate Seeds., part 2 — Tanglewood Tales · full text with trees · page 2 description: The Pomegranate Seeds., part 2, «Tanglewood Tales» by Nathaniel Hawthorne: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: "Will the dog bite me?" asked Proserpina, shrinking closer to Pluto. " --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg976/21/page/2/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Tanglewood Tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg976/) / The Pomegranate Seeds., part 2 # The Pomegranate Seeds., part 2 · page 2 [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg976/21/) **2** "Where is Proserpina?" cried Ceres. "[55](../../55/ "tree and pragmatics") Where is my child?[56](../../56/ "tree and pragmatics") Tell me, you naughty sea nymphs, have you enticed her under the sea?"[57](../../57/ "tree and pragmatics") "O, no, good Mother Ceres," said the innocent sea nymphs, tossing back their green ringlets, and looking her in the face. "[58](../../58/ "tree and pragmatics") We never should dream of such a thing.[59](../../59/ "tree and pragmatics") Proserpina has been at play with us, it is true; but she left us a long while ago, meaning only to run a little way upon the dry land, and gather some flowers for a wreath.[60](../../60/ "tree and pragmatics") This was early in the day, and we have seen nothing of her since."[61](../../61/ "tree and pragmatics") Ceres scarcely waited to hear what the nymphs had to say, before she hurried off to make inquiries all through the neighborhood.[62](../../62/ "tree and pragmatics") But nobody told her anything that would enable the poor mother to guess what had become of Proserpina.[63](../../63/ "tree and pragmatics") A fisherman, it is true, had noticed her little footprints in the sand, as he went homeward along the beach with a basket of fish; a rustic had seen the child stooping to gather flowers; several persons had heard either the rattling of chariot wheels, or the rumbling of distant thunder; and one old woman, while plucking vervain and catnip, had heard a scream, but supposed it to be some childish nonsense, and therefore did not take the trouble to look up.[64](../../64/ "tree and pragmatics") The stupid people\![65](../../65/ "tree and pragmatics") It took them such a tedious while to tell the nothing that they knew, that it was dark night before Mother Ceres found out that she must seek her daughter elsewhere.[66](../../66/ "tree and pragmatics") So she lighted a torch, and set forth, resolving never to come back until Proserpina was discovered.[67](../../67/ "tree and pragmatics") In her haste and trouble of mind, she quite forgot her car and the winged dragons; or, it may be, she thought that she could follow up the search more thoroughly on foot.[68](../../68/ "tree and pragmatics") At all events, this was the way in which she began her sorrowful journey, holding her torch before her, and looking carefully at every object along the path.[69](../../69/ "tree and pragmatics") And as it happened, she had not gone far before she found one of the magnificent flowers which grew on the shrub that Proserpina had pulled up.[70](../../70/ "tree and pragmatics") "Ha!" thought Mother Ceres, examining it by torchlight. "[71](../../71/ "tree and pragmatics") Here is mischief in this flower\![72](../../72/ "tree and pragmatics") The earth did not produce it by any help of mine, nor of its own accord.[73](../../73/ "tree and pragmatics") It is the work of enchantment, and is therefore poisonous; and perhaps it has poisoned my poor child."[74](../../74/ "tree and pragmatics") But she put the poisonous flower in her bosom, not knowing whether she might ever find any other memorial of Proserpina.[75](../../75/ "tree and pragmatics") All night long, at the door of every cottage and farm-house, Ceres knocked, and called up the weary laborers to inquire if they had seen her child; and they stood, gaping and half-asleep, at the threshold, and answered her pityingly, and besought her to come in and rest.[76](../../76/ "tree and pragmatics") At the portal of every palace, too, she made so loud a summons that the menials hurried to throw open the gate, thinking that it must be some great king or queen, who would demand a banquet for supper and a stately chamber to repose in.[77](../../77/ "tree and pragmatics") And when they saw only a sad and anxious woman, with a torch in her hand and a wreath of withered poppies on her head, they spoke rudely, and sometimes threatened to set the dogs upon her.[78](../../78/ "tree and pragmatics") But nobody had seen Proserpina, nor could give Mother Ceres the least hint which way to seek her.[79](../../79/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus passed the night; and still she continued her search without sitting down to rest, or stopping to take food, or even remembering to put out the torch although first the rosy dawn, and then the glad light of the morning sun, made its red flame look thin and pale.[80](../../80/ "tree and pragmatics") But I wonder what sort of stuff this torch was made of; for it burned dimly through the day, and, at night, was as bright as ever, and never was extinguished by the rain or wind, in all the weary days and nights while Ceres was seeking for Proserpina.[81](../../81/ "tree and pragmatics") It was not merely of human beings that she asked tidings of her daughter.[82](../../82/ "tree and pragmatics") In the woods and by the streams, she met creatures of another nature, who used, in those old times, to haunt the pleasant and solitary places, and were very sociable with persons who understood their language and customs, as Mother Ceres did.[83](../../83/ "tree and pragmatics") Sometimes, for instance, she tapped with her finger against the knotted trunk of a majestic oak; and immediately its rude bark would cleave asunder, and forth would step a beautiful maiden, who was the hamadryad of the oak, dwelling inside of it, and sharing its long life, and rejoicing when its green leaves sported with the breeze.[84](../../84/ "tree and pragmatics") But not one of these leafy damsels had seen Proserpina.[85](../../85/ "tree and pragmatics") Then, going a little farther, Ceres would, perhaps, come to a fountain, gushing out of a pebbly hollow in the earth, and would dabble with her hand in the water.[86](../../86/ "tree and pragmatics") Behold, up through its sandy and pebbly bed, along with the fountain's gush, a young woman with dripping hair would arise, and stand gazing at Mother Ceres, half out of the water, and undulating up and down with its ever-restless motion.[87](../../87/ "tree and pragmatics") But when the mother asked whether her poor lost child had stopped to drink out of the fountain, the naiad, with weeping eyes (for these water-nymphs had tears to spare for everybody's grief), would answer "No!" in a murmuring voice, which was just like the murmur of the stream.[88](../../88/ "tree and pragmatics") Often, likewise, she encountered fauns, who looked like sunburnt country people, except that they had hairy ears, and little horns upon their foreheads, and the hinder legs of goats, on which they gamboled merrily about the woods and fields.[89](../../89/ "tree and pragmatics") They were a frolicsome kind of creature but grew as sad as their cheerful dispositions would allow, when Ceres inquired for her daughter, and they had no good news to tell.[90](../../90/ "tree and pragmatics") But sometimes she same suddenly upon a rude gang of satyrs, who had faces like monkeys, and horses' tails behind them, and who were generally dancing in a very boisterous manner, with shouts of noisy laughter.[91](../../91/ "tree and pragmatics") When she stopped to question them, they would only laugh the louder, and make new merriment out of the lone woman's distress.[92](../../92/ "tree and pragmatics") How unkind of those ugly satyrs\![93](../../93/ "tree and pragmatics") And once, while crossing a solitary sheep pasture, she saw a personage named Pan, seated at the foot of a tall rock, and making music on a shepherd's flute.[94](../../94/ "tree and pragmatics") He, too, had horns, and hairy ears, and goats' feet; but, being acquainted with Mother Ceres, he answered her question as civilly as he knew how, and invited her to taste some milk and honey out of a wooden bowl.[95](../../95/ "tree and pragmatics") But neither could Pan tell her what had become of Proserpina, any better than the rest of these wild people.[96](../../96/ "tree and pragmatics") [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg976/21/) **2** - ← previous: [page 1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg976/21/) - next →: [The Pomegranate Seeds., part 3](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg976/22/) - ↑ back to [Tanglewood Tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg976/)