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'A White Heron,' by Sarah Orne Jewett
'A White Heron,' by Sarah Orne Jewett

The forest was full of shadows as a little girl hurried through it one summer evening in June. It was already 8 o'clock and Sylvie wondered if her grandmother would be angry with her for being so late.

Every evening Sylvie left her grandmother's house at 5:30 to bring their cow home. The old animal spent her days out in the open country eating sweet grass. It was Sylvie's job to bring her home to be milked. When the cow heard Sylvie's voice calling her, she would hide among the bushes.

This evening it had taken Sylvie longer than usual to find her cow. The child hurried the cow through the dark forest, following a narrow path that led to her grandmother's home. The cow stopped at a small stream to drink. As Sylvie waited, she put her bare feet in the cold, fresh water of the stream.

She had never before been alone in the forest as late as this. The air was soft and sweet. Sylvie felt as if she were a part of the gray shadows and the silver leaves that moved in the evening breeze.

She began thinking how it was only a year ago that she came to her grandmother's farm. Before that, she had lived with her mother and father in a dirty, crowded factory town. One day, Sylvie's grandmother had visited them and had chosen Sylvie from all her brothers and sisters to be the one to help her on her farm in Vermont.

Cow Grazing on Grass
Cow Grazing on Grass

The cow finished drinking, and as the 9-year-old child hurried through the forest to the home she loved, she thought again about the noisy town where her parents still lived.

Suddenly the air was cut by a sharp whistle not far away. Sylvie knew it wasn't a friendly bird's whistle. It was the determined whistle of a person. She forgot the cow and hid in some bushes. But she was too late.

'Hello, little girl,' a young man called out cheerfully. 'How far is it to the main road?' Sylvie was trembling as she whispered 'two miles.' She came out of the bushes and looked up into the face of a tall young man carrying a gun.

The stranger began walking with Sylvie as she followed her cow through the forest. 'I've been hunting for birds,' he explained, 'but I've lost my way. Do you think I can spend the night at your house?' Sylvie didn't answer. She was glad they were almost home. She could see her grandmother standing near the door of the farm house.

When they reached her, the stranger put down his gun and explained his problem to Sylvie's smiling grandmother.

'Of course you can stay with us,' she said. 'We don't have much, but you're welcome to share what we have. Now Sylvie, get a plate for the gentleman!'

After eating, they all sat outside. The young man explained he was a scientist, who collected birds. 'Do you put them in a cage?' Sylvie asked. 'No,' he answered slowly, 'I shoot them and stuff them with special chemicals to preserve them. I have over 100 different kinds of birds from all over the United States in my study at home.'

'Sylvie knows a lot about birds, too,' her grandmother said proudly. 'She knows the forest so well, the wild animals come and eat bread right out of her hands.'

'So Sylvie knows all about birds. Maybe she can help me then,' the young man said. 'I saw a white heron not far from here two days ago. I've been looking for it ever since. It's a very rare bird, the little white heron. Have you seen it, too?' he asked Sylvie.

But Sylvie was silent. 'You would know it if you saw it,' he added. 'It's a tall, strange bird with soft white feathers and long thin legs. It probably has its nest at the top of a tall tree.'

Sylvie's heart began to beat fast. She knew that strange white bird! She had seen it on the other side of the forest. The young man was staring at Sylvie. 'I would give $10 to the person who showed me where the white heron is.'

That night Sylvie's dreams were full of all the wonderful things she and her grandmother could buy for ten dollars.

Sylvie spent the next day in the forest with the young man. He told her a lot about the birds they saw. Sylvie would have had a much better time if the young man had left his gun at home. She could not understand why he killed the birds he seemed to like so much. She felt her heart tremble every time he shot an unsuspecting bird as it was singing in the trees.

But Sylvie watched the young man with eyes full of admiration. She had never seen anyone so handsome and charming. A strange excitement filled her heart, a new feeling the little girl did not recognize ... love.

At last evening came. They drove the cow home together. Long after the moon came out and the young man had fallen asleep Sylvie was still awake. She had a plan that would get the $10 for her grandmother and make the young man happy. When it was almost time for the sun to rise, she quietly left her house and hurried through the forest. She finally reached a huge pine tree, so tall it could be seen for many miles around. Her plan was to climb to the top of the pine tree. She could see the whole forest from there. She was sure she would be able to see where the white heron had hidden its nest.

A white pine tree
A white pine tree

Sylvie's bare feet and tiny fingers grabbed the tree's rough trunk. Sharp dry branches scratched at her like cat's claws. The pine tree's sticky sap made her fingers feel stiff and clumsy as she climbed higher and higher.

The pine tree seemed to grow taller, the higher that Sylvie climbed. The sky began to brighten in the east. Sylvie's face was like a pale star when, at last, she reached the tree's highest branch. The golden sun's rays hit the green forest. Two hawks flew together in slow-moving circles far below Sylvie. Sylvie felt as if she could go flying among the clouds, too. To the west she could see other farms and forests.

Suddenly Sylvie's dark gray eyes caught a flash of white that grew larger and larger. A bird with broad white wings and a long slender neck flew past Sylvie and landed on a pine branch below her. The white heron smoothed its feathers and called to its mate, sitting on their nest in a nearby tree. Then it lifted its wings and flew away.

Sylvie gave a long sigh. She knew the wild bird's secret now. Slowly she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree. She did not dare to look down and tried to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would say to her when she told him where to find the heron's nest.

As Sylvie climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waking up back at the farm. He was smiling because he was sure from the way the shy little girl had looked at him that she had seen the white heron.

A white heron
A white heron

About an hour later Sylvie appeared. Both her grandmother and the young man stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak about her secret had come. But Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her. Where had she been? The young man's kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvie's own dark gray ones. He could give Sylvie and her grandmother $10 dollars. He had promised to do this, and they needed the money. Besides, Sylvie wanted to make him happy.

But Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air and how they watched the sun rise together from the top of the world. Sylvie could not speak. She could not tell the heron's secret and give its life away.

The young man went away disappointed later that day. Sylvie was sad. She wanted to be his friend. He never returned. But many nights Sylvie heard the sound of his whistle as she came home with her grandmother's cow.

Were the birds better friends than their hunter might have been? Who can know?

You have been listening to the story called 'A White Heron' by Sarah Orne Jewett. Dona de Sanctis wrote this version for VOA Learning English. Your narrator was Kay Gallant.


Words in This Story

whistle - n. a high and loud sound made by forcing air through your lips or teeth

preserve - v. to keep (something) in its original state or in good condition

heron - n. a large bird that has long legs and a long neck and bill

nest - n. the place where a bird lays its eggs and takes care of its young

handsome - having a pleasing appearance that causes romantic feelings in someone

Now it's your turn. Imagine you are Sylvie​. Would you do the same thing she did - keep silent about the heron? If not, what could you say to the young man to make him stop killing birds?

The story presents three kind people for us,warm-hearted grandmother,crucial scientist and kind girl.The little girl loved nature so much that the wild animals came and ate bread right out of her hands.Not only the man would give them ten dollars if she tells where the white heron was but also she wanted the man to be happy.But she didn't told the wild bird's secret to the man because her kind mind.The man left with disappointment,but for Sylvie she saved a life.学号,160300619
Growth is not always as easy as you think.Sometimes you have to face a choice between keeping yourself independent or abandoning something innocent deep within our soul. This is particularly for Sylvia, the main character of the story, a tiny little girl who lived in a village.From this story i spell over a good will of keeping the innocence regardless of the influence from the outside world.The story talks about little gir's growth, but everyone can recognize themselves from this.160300621
This is a story of a brave and innocent girl named Sylvia, who came to help her grandmother in Vermont. When she brought their cow home as usual, a handsome stranger appeared and explained his problem to Sylvia. The stranger is a scientist, who shot birds and stuffed them with special chemicals to preserve them. He had been looking for a white rare bird called heron for a long time and he told Sylvia that he would give them ten dollars if Sylvia told him where the heron was.160300613
Facing the temptation of money and her ignorant love to the stranger, Sylvia insisted on keeping the secret of heron. For her, the bird’s life and the peace of nature is more precious than the temptation of the outside world. The story is not only about Sylvia, but also raises our awareness of the relationship between nature and man.160300613
I think Sylvie is such a kind-hearted girl. She did not told the man that she had found heron. Getting away from the dirty, crowded factory town , she lived with grandma in the farm in Vermont. In the forest, she knew all kinds of birds. And she fell in love with the man. So she help him find the heron. But she didn’t want to kill it. All the birds are our friends, it’s our duty to protect them instead of killing them. 学号160200525
In my opinion,this story stated clearly the relationship that between natual and human. Sylvie was a kind and cleve girl.Althought she had saw all the bird in the forest and she known where the White Heron was,she did not talk it to crucial scientist. What is more,she'd like make she grandma happy,using $10 dollars from the scientist.However,she keeped silent.Because she liked nature and the bird more than other.If I was Sylvie​,I would do the same thing--keeping silent about the heron.160200516
By finding a white heron, Sylvia feels a wonderful nature that she never found. Although this little can get some money what she needs, and the man's goodwill, as long as she help the man to get the white heron. But she not, she cann't persuade herself to hurt the birds, even the nature. We can feel the kind-hearted character of Sylvia. I guess, when people get the great feeling freom nature, the other things will be unnecessary, because we can never betray the wonderful natrual world.160200514
Loving nature doesn't mean enjoying it. Instead,we should know to protect it when we see the beautiful wonderland. Sylvia loved the forest and the white heron for they lit up her life. And the hurter also loved the heron and wanted to make it as a beautiful sample. They both loved the white heron, but we can see Sylvia was extrally loved the nature and don't want the hurter hurt the beautiful creature. 160120413
We finally don't know how was the white heron, but at least, we have known to protect the lovely nature like Sylvia did. 160120413
In the story, the love for nature beat the selfish motives, so the girl finally decided to hide the truth. This is the reflect of human nature which is kindness. Many time we unconsciously forget the original mind as we grow older. The girl’s behaver makes me think the problem carefully. On the other hand, it’s a warn to people. It’s our duty to love the nature which we live in every day. So I think the story is deserved to read carefully.160120417
The road where we are growing is full of difficult choice for us. There is something we need now and there is something we wouldn’t give up. The situation makes everyone confused. Sometimes we tend to escape from it. Nevertheless, it is the process where we try to make decision that help us be who we will be. At last, we all hope to follow our hearts though it is tough.160120527
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