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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Favorite Fairy Tales + The Childhood Choice of Representative Men and Women + +Author: Various + +Illustrator: Peter Newell + +Release Date: May 15, 2010 [EBook #32389] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FAVORITE FAIRY TALES *** + + + + +Produced by Suzanne Shell, Sam W. and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="bord01" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Title page with decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<h1 class="padtop">FAVORITE<br /> +FAIRY TALES</h1> + +<p class="center">THE CHILDHOOD CHOICE<br /> +OF REPRESENTATIVE<br /> +MEN AND WOMEN</p> + + +<p class="center padtop padbase"><small>ILLUSTRATED<br /> +BY</small><br /> +PETER NEWELL</p> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 107px;"> +<img src="images/fft01.png" width="107" height="125" +alt="Publisher's logo" /> +</div> + + +<p class="center padtop padbase">NEW YORK AND LONDON<br /> +HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS<br /> +MCMVII</p> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p class="center padtop padbase">Copyright, 1907, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.<br /> +——<br /> +<i>All rights reserved.</i><br /> +Published October, 1907.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 390px;"> +<a name="assistance" id="assistance"></a> +<img src="images/fft02.jpg" width="390" height="600" +alt="The dwarf asks the girls to help free his beard" /> +<span class="note">See p. <a href="#Page_209">209</a></span> +</div> + +<p class="caption">“Can’t you render me some assistance?”</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>iii]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="bord01" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="First page of contents"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_1">JACK THE GIANT-KILLER.</a> Charles Perrault</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Arthur Twining Hadley</span></p> + +<p class="p4">President of Yale University</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Nicholas Murray Butler</span></p> + +<p class="p4">President of Columbia University</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Henry M. Alden</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Editor of <i>Harper’s Magazine</i></p> + +<p class="p3 smcap">J. F. Hosic</p> + +<p class="p4">Professor of English, The Chicago Normal School</p> + +<p class="p3 smcap">J. M. Pereles</p> + +<p class="p4">Chairman of the Wisconsin Free Library Commission</p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_34">CINDERELLA; OR, THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER.</a> Charles Perrault</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Thomas R. Lounsbury</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Professor of English Yale University</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">J. H. Canfield</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Librarian of Columbia University</p> + +<p class="p3">The <span class="smcap">Honorable John Bigelow</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Author and Publicist</p> + +<p class="p3 smcap">J. M. Pereles</p> + +<p class="p3">And the Children of The <span class="smcap">Honorable Grover Cleveland</span></p> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>iv]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="bord02" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Second page of contents"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /> +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_50">JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK.</a> Charles Perrault</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Nicholas Murray Butler</span></p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Hamilton Wright Mabie</span></p> + +<p class="p4">President of the New York Free Kindergarten Association. Associate Editor of <i>The Outlook</i></p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_73">THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD.</a> Charles Perrault</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Shailer Mathews</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Professor of Systematic Theology in the University of Chicago. Editor of <i>The World To-day</i></p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Hamilton Wright Mabie</span></p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Henry Van Dyke</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Author. Professor of English Literature in Princeton University</p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_87">LITTLE RED-RIDING-HOOD.</a> Charles Perrault</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Henry M. Alden</span></p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_92">THE UGLY DUCKLING.</a> Hans Christian Andersen</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">The <span class="smcap">Honorable William J. Bryan</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Publicist and Editor</p> + +<p class="p3">Miss <span class="smcap">Jane Addams</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Head Resident of Hull House, Chicago</p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_116">HOP-O’-MY-THUMB.</a></p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3 smcap">Henry James</p> + +<p class="p4">Author</p> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>v]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="bord03" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Third page of contents"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /> +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_140">BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.</a> From the French of Madame Gabrielle de Villeneuve</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Mrs. <span class="smcap">Julia Ward Howe</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Author of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”<br /><br /></p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_173">LITTLE SNOWDROP.</a></p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3 smcap">Howard Pyle</p> + +<p class="p4">Artist and Author<br /><br /></p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_193">THE STORY OF THE THREE BEARS.</a> Robert Southey</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3 smcap">F. A. Kendall</p> + +<p class="p4">Secretary of the Illinois Pupils’ Reading Circle<br /><br /></p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_202">SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-RED.</a> Grimm</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3 smcap">Frederick Dielman</p> + +<p class="p4">President of the National Academy of Design<br /><br /></p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_218">THE WILD SWANS.</a> Hans Christian Andersen</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Henry Van Dyke</span></p> + +<p class="p3">Mrs. <span class="smcap">Alice Meynell</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Poet and Essayist</p> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>vi]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="bord04" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Fourth page of contents"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_256">ALADDIN AND THE WONDERFUL LAMP.</a> “The Arabian Nights’ Entertainments”</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Charles William Eliot</span></p> + +<p class="p4">President of Harvard University</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Henry Van Dyke</span></p> + +<p class="p3 smcap">J. M. Pereles</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Samuel L. Clemens</span> (Mark Twain)</p> + +<p class="p4">Author</p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_289">ALI BABA AND THE FORTY THIEVES.</a> “The Arabian Nights’ Entertainments”</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Samuel L. Clemens</span></p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Charles William Eliot</span></p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Lyman Abbott</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Editor of <i>The Outlook</i></p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_311">THE SECOND VOYAGE OF SINDBAD THE SAILOR.</a> “The Arabian Nights’ Entertainments”</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">Lyman Abbott</span></p> + +<p class="p1"><a href="#Page_323">THE HISTORY OF ALI COGIA, A MERCHANT OF BAGDAD.</a> “The Arabian Nights’ Entertainments”</p> + +<p class="p2">This Story is the Choice of:</p> + +<p class="p3">Dr. <span class="smcap">William Dean Howells</span></p> + +<p class="p4">Author</p> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>vii]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="bord04" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="First page of illustrations"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="List of illustrations"> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">“CAN’T YOU RENDER ME SOME ASSISTANCE?”</td> + <td class="tdr" colspan="2"><a href="#assistance"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">“I WILL BROIL YOU FOR MY BREAKFAST”</td> + <td class="tdc"><i>Facing p.</i></td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#breakfast">2</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">THE SLIPPER FITTED EXACTLY</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#slipper">48</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">JUST AS HE LAID HIS HAND UPON ONE OF THEM, THE LITTLE DOG BARKED MOST FURIOUSLY</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#barked">66</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A YOUNG GIRL OF WONDERFUL BEAUTY LAY ASLEEP ON AN EMBROIDERED BED</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#girl">82</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">HE ASKED HER POLITELY WHERE SHE WAS GOING</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#wolf">88</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">SOME LITTLE CHILDREN THREW PIECES OF BREAD INTO THE WATER</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#bread">114</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">THE CHILDREN BEGAN TO CRY AS LOUD AS THEY COULD</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#crying">120</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">SHE SAW AT HER FEET A HANDSOME, GRACEFUL YOUNG PRINCE</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#prince">170</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">“OH, HEAVEN,” THEY CRIED, “WHAT A LOVELY CHILD!”</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#dwarfs">180</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">THE VOICE OF THE LITTLE, SMALL, WEE BEAR AWAKENED HER AT ONCE</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#bears">200</a></td> + </tr> +</table> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>viii]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="bord02" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Second page of illustrations"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="List of illustrations"> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">ELISE SAW AN ICE PALACE, WITH ONE BOLD COLONNADE BUILT ABOVE ANOTHER</td> + <td class="tdc"><i>Facing p.</i></td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#palace">238</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">“I AM THE SLAVE OF THE RING, AND WILL OBEY THEE IN ALL THINGS”</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#genie">260</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">CASSIM FORGETS THE MAGIC WORD</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#sesame">294</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">THE MERCHANTS BEGAN THEIR SHOUTING TO FRIGHTEN THE EAGLES</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#eagles">318</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">THE CALIPH LISTENING TO THE CHILDREN’S COURT</td> + <td class="tdc">“</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#caliph">342</a></td> + </tr> +</table> + + +<p class="center padtop padbase"><i>Decorative borders by<br /> +Francis I. Bennett</i></p> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>ix]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top03" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>INTRODUCTION</h2> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">W</span>HAT are the best fairy stories? +Are they not those which have +lived most vividly in active minds? +The ripeness of after life works its +changes; but we are not dealing with +literary judgments—rather with the +choice of childhood which fortunately +lingers in memory, whatever store of +wisdom may come in later years. There +is here no question of the new or unusual. +On the contrary, it is the ideas +or visions handed down for generations +or centuries and set in final form that +remain with us as types of fancy or +wisdom. Of these there are so many +that a selection is essential. No one +book can be a complete treasure-house +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>x]</a></span> +of all the imagination, humor, and sentiment +of the fairy tale. But it has +been possible to obtain a representative +judgment for this volume which we believe +to be of peculiar worth.</p> + +<p>This book gives us the favorite fairy +tales of men and women who have +gained eminence in American life. It +is a book, therefore, based upon an +original plan, which stands by itself. +Any collection formed by one person +must reflect personal preferences. It +must have obvious limitations, however +excellent—as in the case of Miss Mulock +or Laboulaye—the choice of the single +editor may be. But to a large extent +such a collection as this represents that +consensus of opinion which invests a +given work with the rank of a classic. +The desire of the publishers has been to +determine the youthful preferences of +those whose opinions carry weight and +to present their selections among the +wealth of fairy tales which the world +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>xi]</a></span> +cherishes from one generation to another. +Such a thing as a collection of +<em>all</em> good fairy tales would be unthinkably +cumbersome. We need guidance +and selection. For the expressions of +personal choice afforded in the interests +of this book, the publishers desire to offer +their grateful acknowledgments.</p> + +<p>It has happened naturally that more +than one vote has been cast for the +same story. For example, the president +of Yale, in his selection of “Jack +the Giant-killer,” had the companionship +of the president of Columbia and +of the editor of <i>Harper’s Magazine</i>, who +are really represented, therefore, by a +second choice. The three stories preferred +by the chairman of the Wisconsin +Free Library Commission had all +been preferred by others.</p> + +<p>But “Cinderella” is evidently quite +the equal of “Jack the Giant-killer” in +the affections of readers, and the choice +of this well-loved tale has been +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>xii]</a></span> +accompanied by some charming letters from +which it is impossible not to quote.</p> + +<p>Thus the Hon. John Bigelow writes: +“Perrault’s story of Cinderella made +the deepest impression upon me. It +is the only one from which I can now +remember to have received a distinct +and permanent ethical impression.”</p> + +<p>“I am not really conscious of any +special preference for one fairy story +over another,” wrote Professor Lounsbury, +“but as somebody, it seems to +me, ought to stand up for sentiment, +I am going to vote for ‘Cinderella.’ I +hesitated a moment about ‘The Sleeping +Beauty,’ but I leave that for one +younger.”</p> + +<p>In a letter rich in personal quality, +the Hon. Grover Cleveland wrote: “My +youthful days are so far away, and fairy +stories had so little to do with their +enjoyment, that I do not feel that I +ought to venture an opinion on such +an important subject as that to which +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>xiii]</a></span> +you refer. For want of a better thing +to do, I have submitted the question +to my children, and so far as I am able +to determine, the canvass of their votes +is in favor of ‘Cinderella.’ It is only +fair to say that two of the three to +whom the question was submitted are +little girls.”</p> + +<p>Another glimpse of domestic sympathy +comes in the choice of the Hon. +William J. Bryan, editor and author, +as well as publicist, who says: “My wife +assures me that I shall make no mistake +if I commend the tales of Hans Christian +Andersen, notably that of ‘The +Ugly Duckling.’”</p> + +<p>It is a change from public life to the +world of letters to find Dr. Van Dyke +and Dr. Mabie in agreement with Dr. +Shailer Mathews regarding the rank of +“The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.” +But it is not to this that Dr. Van Dyke +gives precedence. “If my memory +serves me right,” he says, “the first +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>xiv]</a></span> +fairy story which made a strong impression +on my mind in boyhood was that +of ‘Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp.’ +Next after that in time, and, I think, a +little beyond it in interest, came the +story of the ‘Seven Wild Swans,’ and +next to that the story of ‘The Sleeping +Beauty.’”</p> + +<p>As to “Hop o’ My Thumb” we may +be pardoned for quoting the close of a +singularly delightful letter from Mr. +Henry James, who says: “It is the +vague memory of this sense of him, as +some small, precious object, like a lost +gem or a rare and beautiful insect on +which one might inadvertently tread, +or might find under the sofa or behind +the window-cushion, that leads me to +think of ‘Hop o’ My Thumb’ as my +earliest and sweetest and most repeated +cupful at the fount of fiction.”</p> + +<p>Quite literally a world removed from +this was the answer of the modest Japanese +conqueror, General Kuroki, who +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>xv]</a></span> +laughed at first and disclaimed Japan’s +possession of fairy tales as we understand +them. “I always tried to forget +fairy tales,” he said; “but of nursery +stories I think the most popular and +the most widely known in Japan is the +story of Momotaro.” But this tale of +the “son of a peach,” which relates the +conquest of a stronghold of devils, and +the rescue of two daughters of daimios +does not come within the scope of this +volume.</p> + +<p>A broader choice than those which +have been quoted is afforded by Mrs. +Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward, who +writes: “As a child I was a great reader +and lover (and a small creator) of fairy +tales. But of them all the only ones +which come readily to my mind are +Hans Christian Andersen’s.” Equally +comprehensive is the answer of Mrs. +Georgia A. Kendrick, the lady principal +of Vassar College: “Grimm’s tales stand +to me for the best of that kind of lore.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>xvi]</a></span> +An even more catholic liking breathes +in the answer of President Woodrow +Wilson, who declares: “The truth is that +I was so voracious of fairy tales when +I was a small boy, that I loved them +all almost equally well, and cannot +now say that I had any favorite. All +was grist that came to my mill. I am +very much interested in the undertaking, +and wish it all success.”</p> + +<p>In some cases, much to the regret of +the publishers, it has not been possible +to include a choice. Thus Dr. John +S. Billings, librarian of the New York +Public Library, tells us that the story +which made the most impression upon +him was the “Nibelungenlied” as presented +by Carlyle in the <i>Westminster +Review</i> for July, 1831, of which +an odd number came in his way when +he was a boy. “I did not understand +one quarter of it,” Dr. Billings writes, +“but what I did impressed me greatly. +If I had to select from Perrault’s fairy +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>xvii]</a></span> +tales, I should probably agree with +Dr. Hadley”—another tribute to the +perennial charm of “Jack the Giant-killer.”</p> + +<p>The interest of these personal literary +experiences justify a quotation from +Dr. E. G. Cooley, superintendent of the +Chicago schools: “I was pretty well +grown,” he writes, “before any of this +literature reached me. My people were +not believers in fairy stories, and circumstances +did not put them in my +way. My boyhood hero was Eumenes, +as described in the second volume of +Rollin’s <i>Ancient History</i>.” Unfortunately +the scope of the present volume +has not permitted the inclusion of Carlyle’s +version of the “Nibelungenlied” +or of Rollin’s tale of Eumenes, or of +the old ballad of “The Children in the +Wood,” which was the choice of Dr. +W. H. Maxwell, City Superintendent of +Schools in New York.</p> + +<p>While the reply of that sincere +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>xviii]</a></span> +nature-lover, John Burroughs, represents +a gospel of negation, yet there is a vivid +suggestiveness in the later interest of +the man—one whose sympathies and +perception have remained fresh and +wholly sincere. “The truth is,” he +writes, “I knew no fairy stories in my +youth. That kind of literature did not +come within my reach. Our school library +held no novels or fairy books. An +old woman who visited our house used +to tell us youngsters the story of ‘Jack +and the Bean-stalk,’ and ‘Jack the +Giant-killer,’ ‘Bluebeard,’ etc. When I +had a boy of my own, I used to read +Hans Christian Andersen to him, and +get quite as much interested as he did. +I do not recall that I ever read any +fairy tales before Andersen’s, and did +not read these till past middle life.”</p> + +<p>It may be said again that while this +book lays no claim to comprehensiveness, +we believe that its personal guidance +represents a high value which is +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>xix]</a></span> +fitly reinforced by the distinctive imagination +of Mr. Peter Newell. In the +light of his quaint fancy, unexpected +humor, and sympathetic insight, these +classic tales reveal a new store of riches, +and are clothed with a charm which +even those of us who love them had not +foreseen.</p> + +<p>In the majority of cases these stories +reproduce the excellent versions given +in Miss Mulock’s <i>Fairy Book</i> (Harper +& Brothers). But the publishers desire +to acknowledge the courtesy of +Messrs. Longmans, Green & Co., for their +permission to reproduce the admirable +versions of “Aladdin,” the “Forty +Thieves,” and the “Story of the Three +Bears” from their <i>Blue and Green Fairy +Books</i>, edited by Mr. Andrew Lang. +The “Second Voyage of Sindbad the +Sailor” is from the series edited by +Mr. W. T. Stead, entitled, <i>Books for +the Bairns</i>.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>1]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top01" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h1>FAVORITE<br /> +FAIRY TALES</h1> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<h2>JACK THE GIANT-KILLER</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">I</span>N the reign of the famous King +Arthur, there lived, near the Land’s +End of England, in the county of Cornwall, +a worthy farmer who had an only +son named Jack. Jack was a boy of +a bold temper; he took pleasure in hearing +or reading stories of wizards, conjurors, +giants, and fairies, and used to +listen eagerly while his father talked +of the great deeds of the brave knights +of King Arthur’s Round Table. When +Jack was sent to take care of the sheep +and oxen in the fields, he used to +to amuse himself with planning battles, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>2]</a></span> +sieges, and the means to conquer or surprise +a foe. He was above the common +sports of children, but hardly any one +could equal him at wrestling; or, if he +met with a match for himself in strength, +his skill and address always made him +the victor.</p> + +<p>In those days there lived on St. +Michael’s Mount, of Cornwall, which +rises out of the sea at some distance +from the main-land, a huge giant. He +was eighteen feet high and three yards +round, and his fierce and savage looks +were the terror of all his neighbors. +He dwelt in a gloomy cavern on the +very top of the mountain, and used to +wade over to the main-land in search of +his prey. When he came near, the people +left their houses; and after he had +glutted his appetite upon their cattle +he would throw half a dozen oxen upon +his back, and tie three times as many +sheep and hogs round his waist, and so +march back to his own abode.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 388px;"> +<a name="breakfast" id="breakfast"></a> +<img src="images/fft03.jpg" width="388" height="600" +alt="The giant strides towards Jack" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">“I will broil you for my breakfast”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>3]</a></span> +The giant had done this for many +years, and the coast of Cornwall was +greatly hurt by his thefts, when Jack boldly +resolved to destroy him. He therefore +took a horn, a shovel, a pickaxe, and a +dark lantern, and early in a long winter’s +evening he swam to the Mount. There +he fell to work at once, and before morning +he had dug a pit twenty-two feet +deep and almost as many broad. He +covered it over with sticks and straw, +and strewed some of the earth over +them, to make it look just like solid +ground. He then put his horn to his +mouth, and blew such a loud and long +tantivy that the giant awoke and came +towards Jack, roaring like thunder: +“You saucy villain, you shall pay dearly +for breaking my rest; I will broil you +for my breakfast.” He had scarcely +spoken these words when he came advancing +one step farther; but then he +tumbled headlong into the pit, and his +fall shook the very mountain.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>4]</a></span> +“Oho, Mr. Giant!” said Jack, looking +into the pit, “have you found your way +so soon to the bottom? How is your +appetite now? Will nothing serve you +for breakfast this cold morning but +broiling poor Jack?”</p> + +<p>The giant now tried to rise, but Jack +struck him a blow on the crown of the +head with his pickaxe, which killed him +at once. Jack then made haste back to +rejoice his friends with the news of the +giant’s death. When the justices of +Cornwall heard of this valiant action, +they sent for Jack, and declared that +he should always be called Jack the +Giant-killer; and they also gave him a +sword and belt, upon which was written, +in letters of gold:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“This is the valiant Cornishman<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who slew the giant Cormoran.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>The news of Jack’s exploits soon +spread over the western parts of England; +and another giant, called Old +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>5]</a></span> +Blunderbore, vowed to have revenge on +Jack if it should ever be his fortune to +get him into his power. The giant kept +an enchanted castle in the midst of a +lonely wood. About four months after +the death of Cormoran, as Jack was taking +a journey into Wales, he passed +through this wood, and as he was very +weary he sat down to rest by the side of +a pleasant fountain, and there he fell +into a deep sleep. The giant came to +the fountain for water just at this time +and found Jack there; and as the lines +on Jack’s belt showed who he was, the +giant lifted him up and laid him gently +upon his shoulder to carry him to his +castle; but as he passed through the +thicket the rustling of the leaves waked +Jack, and he was sadly afraid when he +found himself in the clutches of Blunderbore.</p> + +<p>Yet this was nothing to his fright +soon after; for when they reached the +castle he beheld the floor covered all +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>6]</a></span> +over with the skulls and bones of men +and women. The giant took him into +a large room, where lay the hearts and +limbs of persons who had been lately +killed; and he told Jack, with a horrid +grin, that men’s hearts, eaten with pepper +and vinegar, were his nicest food, +and, also, that he thought he should +make a dainty meal on his heart. When +he had said this he locked Jack up in +that room, while he went to fetch another +giant, who lived in the same wood, +to enjoy a dinner off Jack’s flesh with him. +While he was away, Jack heard dreadful +shrieks, groans, and cries from many parts +of the castle; and soon after he heard a +mournful voice repeat these lines:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Haste, valiant stranger, haste away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest you become the giant’s prey.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On his return he’ll bring another,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still more savage than his brother;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A horrid, cruel monster who,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before he kills, will torture you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, valiant stranger! haste away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or you’ll become these giants’ prey.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>7]</a></span> +This warning was so shocking to poor +Jack that he was ready to go mad. He +ran to the window and saw the two +giants coming along arm in arm. This +window was right over the gates of the +castle. “Now,” thought Jack, “either +my death or freedom is at hand.”</p> + +<p>There were two strong cords in the +room. Jack made a large noose with +a slip-knot at the ends of both these, +and, as the giants were coming through +the gates, he threw the ropes over their +heads. He then made the other ends +fast to a beam in the ceiling, and pulled +with all his might, till he had almost +strangled them. When he saw that +they were both black in the face, and +had not the least strength left, he drew +his sword and slid down the ropes; he +then killed the giants, and thus saved +himself from a cruel death. Jack next +took a great bunch of keys from the +pocket of Blunderbore, and went into the +castle again. He made a strict search +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>8]</a></span> +through all the rooms, and in them found +three ladies tied up by the hair of their +heads, and almost starved to death. +They told him that their husbands had +been killed by the giants, who had then +condemned them to be starved to death, +because they would not eat the flesh of +their own dead husbands.</p> + +<p>“Ladies,” said Jack, “I have put an +end to the monster and his wicked +brother; and I give you this castle and +all the riches it contains, to make you +some amends for the dreadful pains +you have felt.” He then very politely +gave them the keys of the castle, and +went farther on his journey to Wales.</p> + +<p>As Jack had not taken any of the +giant’s riches for himself, and had very +little money of his own, he thought it +best to travel as fast as he could. At +length he lost his way, and when night +came on he was in a lonely valley between +two lofty mountains. There he +walked about for some hours, without +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>9]</a></span> +seeing any dwelling-place, so he thought +himself very lucky at last in finding a +large and handsome house. He went +up to it boldly, and knocked loudly at +the gate; when, to his great terror and +surprise, there came forth a monstrous +giant with two heads. He spoke to +Jack very civilly, for he was a Welsh +giant, and all the mischief he did was +by private and secret malice, under the +show of friendship and kindness.</p> + +<p>Jack told him that he was a traveller +who had lost his way, on which the huge +monster made him welcome, and led him +into a room where there was a good bed +in which to pass the night. Jack took off +his clothes quickly; but though he was +so weary he could not go to sleep. Soon +after this he heard the giant walking +backward and forward in the next room, +and saying to himself:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Though here you lodge with me this night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You shall not see the morning light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My club shall dash your brains out quite.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>10]</a></span> +“Say you so?” thought Jack. “Are +these your tricks upon travellers? But +I hope to prove as cunning as you.” +Then, getting out of bed, he groped about +the room, and at last found a large, thick +billet of wood; he laid it in his own place +in the bed, and hid himself in a dark +corner of the room. In the middle of +the night the giant came with his great +club, and struck many heavy blows on +the bed, in the very place where Jack +had laid the billet, and then he went +back to his own room, thinking he had +broken all his bones. Early in the +morning Jack put a bold face upon the +matter, and walked into the giant’s +room to thank him for his lodging.</p> + +<p>The giant started when he saw him, +and he began to stammer out: “Oh, +dear me! is it you? Pray how did you +sleep last night? Did you hear or see +anything in the dead of the night?”</p> + +<p>“Nothing worth speaking of,” said +Jack, carelessly; “a rat, I believe, gave +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>11]</a></span> +me three or four slaps with his tail, and +disturbed me a little, but I soon went +to sleep again.”</p> + +<p>The giant wondered more and more +at this, yet he did not answer a word, +and went to bring two great bowls of +hasty-pudding for their breakfast.</p> + +<p>Jack wished to make the giant believe +that he could eat as much as himself, +so he contrived to button a leathern bag +inside his coat, and slipped the hasty-pudding +into this bag, while he seemed +to put it into his mouth. When breakfast +was over, he said to the giant, +“Now I will show you a fine trick; I +can cure all wounds with a touch; I +could cut off my head one minute, and +the next put it sound again on my +shoulders; you shall see an example.” +He then took hold of the knife, ripped +up the leathern bag, and all the hasty-pudding +tumbled out upon the floor.</p> + +<p>“Ods splutter hur nails,” cried the +Welsh giant, who was ashamed to be +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>12]</a></span> +outdone by such a little fellow as Jack; +“hur can do that hurself.” So he +snatched up the knife, plunged it into +his stomach, and in a moment dropped +down dead.</p> + +<p>As soon as Jack had thus tricked the +Welsh monster, he went farther on his +journey; and a few days after he met +with King Arthur’s only son, who had +got his father’s leave to travel into +Wales, to deliver a beautiful lady from +the power of a wicked magician, by +whom she was held in enchantment. +When Jack found that the young prince +had no servants with him, he begged +leave to attend him; and the prince at +once agreed to this, and gave Jack many +thanks for his kindness.</p> + +<p>King Arthur’s son was a handsome, +polite, and brave knight, and so good-natured +that he gave money to everybody +he met. At length he gave his +last penny to an old woman, and then +turned to Jack. “How shall we be able +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>13]</a></span> +to get food for ourselves the rest of our +journey?”</p> + +<p>“Leave that to me, sir,” replied Jack; +“I will provide for my prince.”</p> + +<p>Night now came on, and the prince +began to grow uneasy at thinking where +they should lodge.</p> + +<p>“Sir,” said Jack, “be of good heart; +two miles farther lives a large giant, +whom I know well; he has three heads, +and will fight five hundred men, and +make them fly before him.”</p> + +<p>“Alas!” cried the king’s son, “we had +better never have been born than meet +with such a monster.”</p> + +<p>“My lord, leave me to manage him, +and wait here in quiet till I return.”</p> + +<p>The prince now stayed behind, while +Jack rode on at full speed; and when he +came to the gates of the castle he gave +a loud knock. The giant, with a voice +like thunder, roared out, “Who is there?”</p> + +<p>Jack made answer, and said, “No one +but your poor cousin Jack.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>14]</a></span> +“Well,” said the giant, “what news, +Cousin Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Dear uncle,” said Jack, “I have +heavy news.”</p> + +<p>“Pooh!” said the giant, “what heavy +news can come to me? I am a giant +with three heads, and can fight five hundred +men, and make them fly before me.”</p> + +<p>“Alas!” said Jack, “here’s the king’s +son coming with two thousand men to +kill you, and to destroy the castle and +all that you have.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Cousin Jack,” said the giant, +“this is heavy news indeed! But I have +a large cellar underground, where I will +hide myself, and you shall lock, bolt, +and bar me in, and keep the keys till +the king’s son is gone.”</p> + +<p>Now, when Jack had barred the giant +fast in the vault, he went back and +fetched the prince to the castle; they +both made themselves merry with the +wine and other dainties that were in the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>15]</a></span> +house. So that night they rested very +pleasantly while the poor giant lay +trembling and shaking with fear in the +cellar underground. Early in the morning +Jack gave the king’s son gold and +silver out of the giant’s treasure, and +accompanied him three miles forward +on his journey. The prince then sent +Jack to let his uncle out of the hole, who +asked him what he should give him as +a reward for saving his castle.</p> + +<p>“Why, good uncle,” said Jack, “I +desire nothing but the old coat and cap, +with the old rusty sword and slippers, +which are hanging at your bed’s head.”</p> + +<p>“Then,” said the giant, “you shall +have them; and pray keep them for my +sake, for they are things of great use. +The coat will keep you invisible, the +cap will give you knowledge, the sword +will cut through anything, and the shoes +are of vast swiftness; they may be useful +to you in all times of danger, so take +them with all my heart.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>16]</a></span> +Jack gave many thanks to the giant, +and then set off to the prince. When +he had come up to the king’s son, they +soon arrived at the dwelling of the beautiful +lady, who was under the power of +a wicked magician. She received the +prince very politely and made a noble +feast for him; when it was ended, she +rose, and, wiping her mouth with a fine +handkerchief, said, “My lord, you must +submit to the custom of my palace; to-morrow +morning I command you to tell +me on whom I bestow this handkerchief, +or lose your head.” She then left the +room.</p> + +<p>The young prince went to bed very +mournful, but Jack put on his cap of +knowledge, which told him that the +lady was forced, by the power of enchantment, +to meet the wicked magician +every night in the middle of the forest. +Jack now put on his coat of darkness +and his shoes of swiftness and was +there before her. When the lady came +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>17]</a></span> +she gave the handkerchief to the magician. +Jack, with his sword of sharpness, +at one blow cut off his head; the +enchantment was then ended in a moment, +and the lady was restored to her +former virtue and goodness. She was +married to the prince on the next day, +and soon after went back, with her royal +husband and a great company, to the +court of King Arthur, where they were +received with loud and joyful welcomes; +and the valiant hero Jack, for the many +great exploits he had done for the good +of his country, was made one of the +Knights of the Round Table.</p> + +<p>As Jack had been so lucky in all his +adventures, he resolved not to be idle +for the future, but still to do what services +he could for the honor of the king +and the nation. He therefore humbly +begged his majesty to furnish him with +a horse and money, that he might travel +in search of new and strange exploits. +“For,” said he to the king, “there are +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>18]</a></span> +many giants yet living in the remote +parts of Wales, to the great terror and +distress of your majesty’s subjects; +therefore, if it please you, sire, to favor +me in my design, I will soon rid your +kingdom of these giants and monsters +in human shape.”</p> + +<p>Now when the king heard this offer, +and began to think of the cruel deeds +of these blood-thirsty giants and savage +monsters, he gave Jack everything +proper for such a journey. After this, +Jack took leave of the king, the prince, +and all the knights, and set off, taking +with him his cap of knowledge, his sword +of sharpness, his shoes of swiftness, and +his invisible coat, the better to perform +the great exploits that might fall in his +way. He went along over hills and +mountains, and on the third day he +came to a wide forest. He had hardly +entered it when on a sudden he heard +dreadful shrieks and cries, and, forcing +his way through the trees, saw a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>19]</a></span> +monstrous giant dragging along by the hair +of their heads a handsome knight and a +beautiful lady. Their tears and cries +melted the heart of honest Jack; he +alighted from his horse, and, tying him +to an oak-tree, put on his invisible coat, +under which he carried his sword of +sharpness.</p> + +<p>When he came up to the giant he +made several strokes at him, but could +not reach his body on account of the +enormous height of the terrible creature; +but he wounded his thighs in several +places, and at length, putting both hands +to his sword, and aiming with all his +might, he cut off both the giant’s legs +just below the garter; and the trunk of +his body, tumbling to the ground, made +not only the trees shake, but the earth +itself tremble with the force of his fall. +Then Jack, setting his foot upon his +neck, exclaimed, “Thou barbarous and +savage wretch, behold, I come to execute +upon thee the just reward for all +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>20]</a></span> +thy crimes,” and instantly plunged his +sword into the giant’s body. The huge +monster gave a groan, and yielded up +his life into the hands of the victorious +Jack the Giant-killer, while the noble +knight and the virtuous lady were both +joyful spectators of his sudden death. +They not only returned Jack hearty +thanks for their deliverance, but also +invited him to their house, to refresh +himself after his dreadful encounter, as +likewise to receive a reward for his good +services.</p> + +<p>“No,” said Jack, “I cannot be at +ease till I find out the den that was the +monster’s habitation.”</p> + +<p>The knight, on hearing this, grew very +sorrowful, and replied: “Noble stranger, +it is too much to run a second hazard; +this monster lived in a den under yonder +mountain, with a brother of his, more +fierce and cruel than himself; therefore, +if you should go thither, and perish in +the attempt, it would be a heart-breaking +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>21]</a></span> +thing to me and my lady; so let me +persuade you to go back with us, and +desist from any further pursuit.”</p> + +<p>“Nay,” answered Jack, “if there be +another, even if there were twenty, I +would shed the last drop of blood in my +body before one of them should escape. +When I have finished this task, I will +come and pay my respects to you.”</p> + +<p>So when they had told him where to +find them again, he got on his horse and +went after the dead giant’s brother.</p> + +<p>Jack had not ridden a mile and a half +before he came in sight of the mouth of +the cavern, and nigh the entrance of it +he saw the other giant sitting on a huge +block of timber, with a knotted iron +club lying by his side, waiting for his +brother. His eyes looked like flames +of fire, his face was grim and ugly, and +his cheeks were like two flitches of bacon; +the bristles of his beard seemed to be +thick rods of iron wire, and his long locks +of hair hung down upon his broad +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>22]</a></span> +shoulders like curling snakes. Jack got +down from his horse and turned him +into a thicket; then he put on his coat +of darkness and drew a little nearer +to behold this figure, and said, softly, +“Oh, monster! are you there? It will +not be long before I shall take you fast +by the beard.”</p> + +<p>The giant all this while could not see +him, by reason of his invisible coat, so +Jack came quite close to him, and struck +a blow at his head with his sword of +sharpness; but he missed his aim, and +only cut off his nose, which made him +roar like loud claps of thunder. He +rolled his glaring eyes round on every +side, but could not see who had given +him the blow; so he took up his iron +club, and began to lay about him like +one that was mad with pain and fury.</p> + +<p>“Nay,” said Jack, “if this be the +case, I will kill you at once.” So saying, +he slipped nimbly behind him, and +jumping upon the block of timber, as +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>23]</a></span> +the giant rose from it, he stabbed him +in the back, when, after a few howls, he +dropped down dead. Jack cut off his +head and sent it, with the head of his +brother, to King Arthur by a wagon +which he had hired for that purpose. +When Jack had thus killed these two +monsters, he went into their cave in +search of their treasure. He passed +through many turnings and windings, +which led him to a room paved with +freestone; at the end of it was a boiling +caldron, and on the right hand stood +a large table, where the giants used to +dine. He then came to a window that +was secured with iron bars, through +which he saw a number of wretched captives, +who cried out when they saw +Jack, “Alas! alas! young man, you +are come to be one among us in this +horrid den.”</p> + +<p>“I hope,” said Jack, “you will not +stay here long; but pray tell me what +is the meaning of your being here at all?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>24]</a></span> +“Alas!” said one poor old man, “I +will tell you, sir. We are persons that +have been taken by the giants who hold +this cave, and are kept till they choose +to have a feast; then one of us is to be +killed, and cooked to please their taste. +It is not long since they took three for +the same purpose.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Jack, “I have given +them such a dinner that it will be +long enough before they have any +more.”</p> + +<p>The captives were amazed at his +words.</p> + +<p>“You may believe me,” said Jack, +“for I have killed them both with the +edge of this sword, and have sent their +large heads to the court of King Arthur, +as marks of my great success.”</p> + +<p>To show that what he said was true, +he unlocked the gate and set the captives +all free. Then he led them to the +great room, placed them round the +table, and placed before them two quarters +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>25]</a></span> +of beef, with bread and wine, upon +which they feasted their fill. When +supper was over they searched the +giant’s coffers, and Jack divided among +them all the treasures. The next morning +they set off to their homes, and Jack +to the knight’s house, whom he had left +with his lady not long before.</p> + +<p>He was received with the greatest joy +by the thankful knight and his lady, +who, in honor of Jack’s exploits, gave +a grand feast, to which all the nobles +and gentry were invited. When the +company were assembled, the knight +declared to them the great actions of +Jack, and gave him, as a mark of respect, +a fine ring, on which was engraved +the picture of the giant dragging +the knight and the lady by the hair, +with this motto round it:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Behold in dire distress were we,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Under a giant’s fierce command;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But gained our lives and liberty<br /></span> +<span class="i1">From valiant Jack’s victorious hand.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>26]</a></span> +Among the guests then present were +five aged gentlemen, who were fathers +to some of those captives who had been +freed by Jack from the dungeon of the +giants. As soon as they heard that he +was the person who had done such wonders, +they pressed round him with tears +of joy, to return him thanks for the happiness +he had caused them. After this +the bowl went round, and every one +drank the health and long life of the +gallant hero. Mirth increased, and the +hall was filled with peals of laughter.</p> + +<p>But, on a sudden, a herald, pale and +breathless, rushed into the midst of the +company, and told them that Thundel, +a savage giant with two heads, had heard +of the death of his two kinsmen, and was +come to take his revenge on Jack, and +that he was now within a mile of the +house, the people flying before him like +chaff before the wind. At this news the +very boldest of the guests trembled; +but Jack drew his sword, and said: “Let +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>27]</a></span> +him come; I have a rod for him also. +Pray, ladies and gentlemen, do me the +favor to walk into the garden, and you +shall soon behold the giant’s defeat and +death.”</p> + +<p>To this they all agreed, and heartily +wished him success in his dangerous +attempt.</p> + +<p>The knight’s house stood in the middle +of a moat, thirty feet deep and twenty +wide, over which lay a drawbridge. Jack +set men to work to cut the bridge on +both sides, almost to the middle, and +then dressed himself in his coat of darkness +and went against the giant with +his sword of sharpness. As he came +close to him, though the giant could not +see him for his invisible coat, yet he +found some danger was near, which +made him cry out:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Fa, fe, fi, fo, fum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I smell the blood of an Englishman;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let him be alive, or let him be dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I’ll grind his bones to make me bread.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>28]</a></span> +“Say you so, my friend?” said Jack; +“you are a monstrous miller, indeed!”</p> + +<p>“Art thou,” cried the giant, “the villain +that killed my kinsmen? Then I +will tear thee with my teeth and grind +thy bones to powder.”</p> + +<p>“You must catch me first,” said Jack; +and throwing off his coat of darkness, +and putting on his shoes of swiftness +he began to run, the giant following him +like a walking castle, making the earth +shake at every step.</p> + +<p>Jack led him round and round the +walls of the house, that the company +might see the monster; then, to finish +the work, he ran over the drawbridge, +the giant going after him with his club; +but when he came to the middle, where +the bridge had been cut on both sides, +the great weight of his body made it +break, and he tumbled into the water, +where he rolled about like a large whale. +Jack now stood by the side of the moat, +and laughed and jeered at him, saying, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>29]</a></span> +“I think you told me you would grind +my bones to powder; when will you begin?”</p> + +<p>The giant foamed at both his horrid +mouths with fury, and plunged from +side to side of the moat; but he could +not get out to have revenge on his little +foe. At last Jack ordered a cart-rope to +be brought to him: he then drew it over +the giant’s two heads, and, by the help +of a team of horses, dragged him to the +edge of the moat, where he cut off his +heads; and before he either ate or drank, +sent them both to the court of King +Arthur. He then went back to the +table with the company, and the rest +of the day was spent in mirth and good +cheer.</p> + +<p>After staying with the knight for some +time, Jack grew weary of such an idle +life, and set out again in search of new +adventures. He went over hills and +dales without meeting any, till he came +to the foot of a very high mountain. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>30]</a></span> +Here he knocked at the door of a small +and lonely house, and an old man, with +a head as white as snow, let him in.</p> + +<p>“Good father,” said Jack, “can you +lodge a traveller who has lost his way?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said the hermit, “I can, if you +will accept such fare as my poor house +affords.”</p> + +<p>Jack entered, and the old man set before +him some bread and fruit for his +supper. When Jack had eaten as much +as he chose, the hermit said: “My son, +I know you are the famous conqueror +of giants; now, at the top of this mountain +is an enchanted castle, kept by a +giant named Galligantus, who, by the +help of a vile magician, gets many +knights into his castle, where he changes +them into the shape of beasts. Above +all, I lament the hard fate of a duke’s +daughter, whom they seized as she was +walking in her father’s garden, and +brought hither through the air in a +chariot drawn by two fiery dragons, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>31]</a></span> +turned her into the shape of a deer. +Many knights have tried to destroy the +enchantment and deliver her, yet none +have been able to do it, by reason of +two fiery griffins, who guard the gate +of the castle, and destroy all who come +nigh; but as you, my son, have an invisible +coat, you may pass by them +without being seen; and on the gates of +the castle you will find engraved by what +means the enchantment may be broken.”</p> + +<p>Jack promised that in the morning, +at the risk of his life, he would break +the enchantment; and after a sound +sleep he arose early, put on his invisible +coat, and got ready for the attempt. +When he had climbed to the top of the +mountain he saw the two fiery griffins; +but he passed between them without +the least fear of danger, for they could +not see him because of his invisible coat. +On the castle gate he found a golden +trumpet, under which were written these +lines:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>32]</a></span> +<span class="i0">“Whoever can this trumpet blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall cause the giant’s overthrow.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>As soon as Jack had read this he +seized the trumpet and blew a shrill +blast, which made the gates fly open +and the very castle itself tremble. The +giant and the conjuror now knew that +their wicked course was at an end, and +they stood biting their thumbs and shaking +with fear. Jack, with his sword of +sharpness, soon killed the giant, and the +magician was then carried away by a +whirlwind. All the knights and beautiful +ladies, who had been changed into +birds and beasts, returned to their proper +shapes. The castle vanished away like +smoke, and the head of the giant Galligantus +was sent to King Arthur. The +knights and ladies rested that night at +the old man’s hermitage, and the next +day they set out for the court. Jack +then went up to the king, and gave his +majesty an account of all his fierce +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>33]</a></span> +battles. Jack’s fame had spread through +the whole country, and at the king’s +desire the duke gave him his daughter +in marriage, to the joy of all the kingdom. +After this the king gave him a +large estate, on which he and his lady +lived the rest of their days in joy and +content.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>34]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top02" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>CINDERELLA<br /> + +<span class="tinyfont">OR</span><br /> + +<span class="smlfont">THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER</span></h2> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE was once an honest gentleman +who took for his second wife a +lady, the proudest and most disagreeable +in the whole country. She had +two daughters exactly like herself in +all things. He also had one little girl, +who resembled her dead mother, the +best woman in all the world. Scarcely +had the second marriage taken place +than the stepmother became jealous +of the good qualities of the little girl, +who was so great a contrast to her own +two daughters. She gave her all the +menial occupations of the house: +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>35]</a></span> +compelled her to wash the floors and staircases, +to dust the bedrooms, and clean +the grates; and while her sisters occupied +carpeted chambers hung with +mirrors, where they could see themselves +from head to foot, this poor little +damsel was sent to sleep in an attic, +on an old straw mattress, with only one +chair and not a looking-glass in the +room.</p> + +<p>She suffered all in silence, not daring +to complain to her father, who was entirely +ruled by his new wife. When +her daily work was done she used to +sit down in the chimney-corner among +the ashes, from which the two sisters +gave her the nickname of “Cinderella.” +But Cinderella, however shabbily clad, +was handsomer than they were with all +their fine clothes.</p> + +<p>It happened that the king’s son gave +a series of balls, to which were invited +all the rank and fashion of the city, and +among the rest the two elder sisters. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>36]</a></span> +They were very proud and happy, and +occupied their whole time in deciding +what they should wear, a source of new +trouble to Cinderella, whose duty it was +to get up their fine linen and laces, and +who never could please them however +much she tried. They talked of nothing +but their clothes.</p> + +<p>“I,” said the elder, “shall wear my +velvet gown and my trimmings of English +lace.”</p> + +<p>“And I,” added the younger, “will +have but my ordinary silk petticoat, +but I shall adorn it with an upper skirt +of flowered brocade, and shall put on +my diamond tiara, which is a great deal +finer than anything of yours.”</p> + +<p>Here the elder sister grew angry, and +dispute began to run so high that Cinderella, +who was known to have excellent +taste, was called upon to decide +between them. She gave them the best +advice she could, and gently and submissively +offered to dress them herself, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>37]</a></span> +and especially to arrange their hair, +an accomplishment in which she excelled +many a noted coiffeur. The important +evening came, and she exercised +all her skill to adorn the two young +ladies. While she was combing out the +elder’s hair, this ill-natured girl said, +sharply, “Cinderella, do you not wish +you were going to the ball?”</p> + +<p>“Ah, madam” (they obliged her always +to say madam), “you are only +mocking me; it is not my fortune to +have any such pleasure.”</p> + +<p>“You are right; people would only +laugh to see a little cinder-wench at a +ball.”</p> + +<p>Any other than Cinderella would have +dressed the hair all awry, but she was +good, and dressed it perfectly even and +smooth, and as prettily as she could.</p> + +<p>The sisters had scarcely eaten for two +days, and had broken a dozen stay-laces +a day, in trying to make themselves +slender; but to-night they broke a dozen +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>38]</a></span> +more, and lost their tempers over and +over again before they had completed +their toilet. When at last the happy +moment arrived, Cinderella followed +them to the coach; after it had whirled +them away, she sat down by the kitchen +fire and cried.</p> + +<p>Immediately her godmother, who was +a fairy, appeared beside her. “What +are you crying for, my little maid?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I wish—I wish—” Her sobs +stopped her.</p> + +<p>“You wish to go to the ball; isn’t it +so?”</p> + +<p>Cinderella nodded.</p> + +<p>“Well, then, be a good girl and you +shall go. First run into the garden and +fetch me the largest pumpkin you can +find.”</p> + +<p>Cinderella did not comprehend what +this had to do with her going to the +ball, but, being obedient and obliging, +she went. Her godmother took the +pumpkin, and, having scooped out all +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>39]</a></span> +its inside, struck it with her wand; it +became a splendid gilt coach lined with +rose-colored satin.</p> + +<p>“Now fetch me the mouse-trap out +of the pantry, my dear.”</p> + +<p>Cinderella brought it; it contained +six of the fattest, sleekest mice. The +fairy lifted up the wire door, and as +each mouse ran out she struck it and +changed it into a beautiful black +horse.</p> + +<p>“But what shall I do for your coachman, +Cinderella?”</p> + +<p>Cinderella suggested that she had +seen a large black rat in the rat-trap, +and he might do for want of better.</p> + +<p>“You are right; go and look again +for him.”</p> + +<p>He was found, and the fairy made him +into a most respectable coachman, with +the finest whiskers imaginable. She afterwards +took six lizards from behind +the pumpkin frame and changed them +into six footmen, all in splendid livery, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>40]</a></span> +who immediately jumped up behind the +carriage, as if they had been footmen +all their days. “Well, Cinderella, now +you can go to the ball.”</p> + +<p>“What, in these clothes?” said Cinderella +piteously, looking down on her +ragged frock.</p> + +<p>Her godmother laughed, and touched +her also with the wand, at which her +wretched, threadbare jacket became stiff +with gold and sparkling with jewels; +her woollen petticoat lengthened into +a gown of sweeping satin, from underneath +which peeped out her little feet, +no longer bare, but covered with silk +stockings and the prettiest glass slippers +in the world. “Now, Cinderella, +depart; but remember, if you stay one +instant after midnight, your carriage +will become a pumpkin, your coachman +a rat, your horses mice, and your footmen +lizards; while you yourself will be +the little cinder-wench you were an +hour ago.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>41]</a></span> +Cinderella promised without fear, her +heart was so full of joy.</p> + +<p>Arrived at the palace, the king’s son, +whom some one, probably the fairy, +had told to await the coming of an uninvited +princess whom nobody knew, +was standing at the entrance ready to +receive her. He offered her his hand, +and led her with the utmost courtesy +through the assembled guests, who +stood aside to let her pass, whispering +to one another, “Oh, how beautiful she +is!” It might have turned the head of +any one but poor Cinderella, who was +so used to be despised that she took it +all as if it were something happening +in a dream.</p> + +<p>Her triumph was complete; even the +old king said to the queen, that never +since her majesty’s young days had he +seen so charming and elegant a person. +All the court ladies scanned her eagerly, +clothes and all, determining to have +theirs made next day of exactly the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>42]</a></span> +same pattern. The king’s son himself +led her out to dance, and she danced so +gracefully that he admired her more and +more. Indeed, at supper, which was +fortunately early, his admiration quite +took away his appetite. For Cinderella +herself, with an involuntary shyness +she sought out her sisters, placed herself +beside them, and offered them all +sorts of civil attentions, which, coming +as they supposed from a stranger, and +so magnificent a lady, almost overwhelmed +them with delight.</p> + +<p>While she was talking with them she +heard the clock strike a quarter to +twelve, and making a courteous adieu +to the royal family, she re-entered her +carriage, escorted tenderly by the king’s +son, and arrived in safety at her own +door. There she found her godmother, +who smiled approval, and of whom she +begged permission to go to a second +ball, the following night, to which the +queen had earnestly invited her.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>43]</a></span> +While she was talking the two sisters +were heard knocking at the gate, and +the fairy godmother vanished, leaving +Cinderella sitting in the chimney-corner, +rubbing her eyes and pretending to +be very sleepy.</p> + +<p>“Ah,” cried the eldest sister, maliciously, +“it has been the most delightful +ball, and there was present the most +beautiful princess I ever saw, who was +so exceedingly polite to us both.”</p> + +<p>“Was she?” said Cinderella, indifferently; +“and who might she be?”</p> + +<p>“Nobody knows, though everybody +would give their eyes to know, especially +the king’s son.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed!” replied Cinderella, a little +more interested. “I should like to see +her. Miss Javotte”—that was the elder +sister’s name—“will you not let me go +to-morrow, and lend me your yellow +gown that you wear on Sundays?”</p> + +<p>“What, lend my yellow gown to a +cinder-wench! I am not so mad as +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>44]</a></span> +that.” At which refusal Cinderella did +not complain, for if her sister really had +lent her the gown she would have been +considerably embarrassed.</p> + +<p>The next night came, and the two +young ladies, richly dressed in different +toilets, went to the ball. Cinderella, +more splendidly attired and beautiful +than ever, followed them shortly after. +“Now remember twelve o’clock,” was +her godmother’s parting speech, and she +thought she certainly should. But the +prince’s attentions to her were greater +even than the first evening, and, in the +delight of listening to his pleasant conversation, +time slipped by unperceived. +While she was sitting beside him in a +lovely alcove, and looking at the moon +from under a bower of orange blossoms, +she heard a clock strike the first stroke +of twelve. She started up, and fled +away as lightly as a deer.</p> + +<p>Amazed, the prince followed, but +could not catch her. Indeed, he missed +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>45]</a></span> +his lovely princess altogether, and only +saw running out of the palace doors a +little dirty lass whom he had never beheld +before, and of whom he certainly +would never have taken the least notice. +Cinderella arrived at home breathless +and weary, ragged and cold, without +carriage or footmen or coachman, the +only remnant of her past magnificence +being one of her little glass slippers—the +other she had dropped in the ballroom +as she ran away.</p> + +<p>When the two sisters returned they +were full of this strange adventure: how +the beautiful lady had appeared at the +ball more beautiful than ever, and enchanted +every one who looked at her; +and how as the clock was striking twelve +she had suddenly risen up and fled +through the ballroom, disappearing no +one knew how or where, and dropping +one of her glass slippers behind her in +her flight. How the king’s son had remained +inconsolable until he chanced +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>46]</a></span> +to pick up the little glass slipper, which +he carried away in his pocket, and was +seen to take it out continually, and +look at it affectionately, with the air of +a man very much in love; in fact, from +his behavior during the remainder of +the evening, all the court and royal +family were convinced that he had +become desperately enamoured of the +wearer of the little glass slipper.</p> + +<p>Cinderella listened in silence, turning +her face to the kitchen fire, and perhaps +it was that which made her look so +rosy, but nobody ever noticed or admired +her at home, so it did not signify, +and next morning she went to her +weary work again just as before.</p> + +<p>A few days after, the whole city was +attracted by the sight of a herald going +round with a little glass slipper in his +hand, publishing, with a flourish of +trumpets, that the king’s son ordered +this to be fitted on the foot of every +lady in the kingdom, and that he wished +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>47]</a></span> +to marry the lady whom it fitted best, +or to whom it and the fellow-slipper belonged. +Princesses, duchesses, countesses, +and simple gentlewomen all tried +it on, but, being a fairy slipper, it fitted +nobody; and, besides, nobody could produce +its fellow-slipper, which lay all the +time safely in the pocket of Cinderella’s +old linsey gown.</p> + +<p>At last the herald came to the house +of the two sisters, and though they well +knew neither of themselves was the +beautiful lady, they made every attempt +to get their clumsy feet into the +glass slipper, but in vain.</p> + +<p>“Let me try it on,” said Cinderella, +from the chimney-corner.</p> + +<p>“What, you?” cried the others, bursting +into shouts of laughter; but Cinderella +only smiled and held out her +hand.</p> + +<p>Her sisters could not prevent her, +since the command was that every +young maiden in the city should try on +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>48]</a></span> +the slipper, in order that no chance +might be left untried, for the prince +was nearly breaking his heart; and his +father and mother were afraid that, +though a prince, he would actually die +for love of the beautiful unknown lady.</p> + +<p>So the herald bade Cinderella sit +down on a three-legged stool in the +kitchen, and himself put the slipper on +her pretty little foot, which it fitted +exactly. She then drew from her pocket +the fellow-slipper, which she also put +on, and stood up—for with the touch +of the magic shoes all her dress was +changed likewise—no longer the poor, +despised cinder-wench, but the beautiful +lady whom the king’s son loved.</p> + +<p>Her sisters recognized her at once. +Filled with astonishment, mingled with +no little alarm, they threw themselves +at her feet, begging her pardon for all +their former unkindness. She raised +and embraced them, told them she forgave +them with all her heart, and only +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>49]</a></span> +hoped they would love her always. +Then she departed with the herald to +the king’s palace, and told her whole +story to his majesty and the royal +family, who were not in the least surprised, +for everybody believed in fairies, +and everybody longed to have a fairy +godmother.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 385px;"> +<a name="slipper" id="slipper"></a> +<img src="images/fft04.jpg" width="385" height="600" +alt="A delighted herald and shocked sisters look on" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">The slipper fitted exactly</p> + +<p>For the young prince, he found her +more lovely and lovable than ever, and +insisted upon marrying her immediately. +Cinderella never went home again, +but she sent for her two sisters to the +palace, and with the consent of all +parties married them shortly after to +two rich gentlemen of the court.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>50]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top03" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK</h2> +<br /><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">I</span>N the days of King Alfred there +lived a poor woman whose cottage +was in a remote country village many +miles from London. She had been a +widow some years, and had an only +child named Jack, whom she indulged +so much that he never paid the least +attention to anything she said, but was +indolent, careless, and extravagant. His +follies were not owing to a bad disposition, +but to his mother’s foolish partiality. +By degrees he spent all that +she had—scarcely anything remained +but a cow.</p> + +<p>One day, for the first time in her life, +she reproached him: “Cruel, cruel boy! +you have at last brought me to beggary. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>51]</a></span> +I have not money enough to purchase +even a bit of bread; nothing now remains +to sell but my poor cow! I am +sorry to part with her; it grieves me +sadly, but we cannot starve.” For a +few minutes Jack felt remorse, but it +was soon over; and he began asking his +mother to let him sell the cow at the +next village, teasing her so much that +she at last consented.</p> + +<p>As he was going along he met a +butcher, who inquired why he was +driving the cow from home? Jack +replied he was going to sell it. The +butcher held some curious beans in his +hat; they were of various colors and +attracted Jack’s attention. This did not +pass unnoticed by the man, who, knowing +Jack’s easy temper, thought now +was the time to take an advantage of +it, and, determined not to let slip so +good an opportunity, asked what was +the price of the cow, offering at the +same time all the beans in his hat for +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>52]</a></span> +her. The silly boy could not conceal +the pleasure he felt at what he supposed +so great an offer; the bargain was struck +instantly, and the cow exchanged for +a few paltry beans. Jack made the +best of his way home, calling aloud to +his mother before he reached the door, +thinking to surprise her.</p> + +<p>When she saw the beans and heard +Jack’s account, her patience quite forsook +her; she tossed the beans out of +the window, where they fell on the +garden-bed below. Then she threw her +apron over her head and cried bitterly. +Jack attempted to console her, but in +vain, and, not having anything to eat, +they both went supperless to bed. +Jack awoke early in the morning, and, +seeing something uncommon darkening +the window of his bedchamber, ran +down-stairs into the garden, where he +found some of the beans had taken root +and sprung up surprisingly; the stalks +were of an immense thickness, and had +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>53]</a></span> +twined together until they formed a +ladder like a chain, and so high that +the top appeared to be lost in the +clouds. Jack was an adventurous lad; +he determined to climb up to the top, +and ran to tell his mother, not doubting +but that she would be as much +pleased as he was. She declared he +should not go, said it would break her +heart if he did—entreated and threatened, +but all in vain. Jack set out, and +after climbing for some hours reached +the top of the bean-stalk quite exhausted. +Looking around, he found himself +in a strange country; it appeared to be +a barren desert—not a tree, shrub, +house, or living creature was to be seen; +here and there were scattered fragments +of stone; and at unequal distances small +heaps of earth were loosely thrown together.</p> + +<p>Jack seated himself pensively upon +a block of stone and thought of his +mother; he reflected with sorrow upon +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>54]</a></span> +his disobedience in climbing the bean-stalk +against her will, and concluded +that he must die of hunger. However, +he walked on, hoping to see a house +where he might beg something to eat +and drink. He did not find it; but he +saw at a distance a beautiful lady, walking +all alone. She was elegantly clad +and carried a white wand, at the top +of which sat a peacock of pure gold.</p> + +<p>Jack, who was a gallant fellow, went +straight up to her, when, with a bewitching +smile, she asked him how he +came there. He told her all about the +bean-stalk. The lady answered him by +a question, “Do you remember your +father, young man?”</p> + +<p>“No, madam; but I am sure there is +some mystery about him, for when I +name him to my mother she always +begins to weep, and will tell me nothing.”</p> + +<p>“She dare not,” replied the lady, +“but I can and will. For know, young +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>55]</a></span> +man, that I am a fairy and was your +father’s guardian. But fairies are bound +by laws as well as mortals, and by an +error of mine I lost my power for a term +of years, so that I was unable to succour +your father when he most needed +it, and he died.” Here the fairy looked +so sorrowful that Jack’s heart warmed +to her, and he begged her earnestly to +tell him more.</p> + +<p>“I will; only you must promise to +obey me in everything, or you will perish +yourself.”</p> + +<p>Jack was brave, and, besides, his fortunes +were so bad they could not well be +worse, so he promised.</p> + +<p>The fairy continued: “Your father, +Jack, was a most excellent, amiable, +generous man. He had a good wife, +faithful servants, plenty of money; but +he had one misfortune—a false friend. +This was a giant, whom he had succoured +in misfortune, and who returned +his kindness by murdering him, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>56]</a></span> +seizing on all his property; also making +your mother take a solemn oath that +she would never tell you anything about +your father, or he would murder both +her and you. Then he turned her off +with you in her arms, to wander about +the wide world as she might. I could +not help her, as my power only returned +on the day you went to sell your cow.</p> + +<p>“It was I,” added the fairy, “who +impelled you to take the beans, who +made the bean-stalk grow, and inspired +you with the desire to climb up +it to this strange country; for it is here +the wicked giant lives who was your +father’s destroyer. It is you who must +avenge him, and rid the world of a +monster who never will do anything +but evil. I will assist you. You may +lawfully take possession of his house +and all his riches, for everything he has +belonged to your father, and is therefore +yours. Now farewell! Do not let +your mother know you are acquainted +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>57]</a></span> +with your father’s history. This is my +command, and if you disobey me you +will suffer for it. Now go.”</p> + +<p>Jack asked where he was to go.</p> + +<p>“Along the direct road till you see +the house where the giant lives. You +must then act according to your own +just judgment, and I will guide you if +any difficulty arises. Farewell!”</p> + +<p>She bestowed on the youth a benignant +smile, and vanished.</p> + +<p>Jack pursued his journey. He walked +on till after sunset, when to his great +joy, he espied a large mansion. A plain-looking +woman was at the door; he accosted +her, begging she would give him +a morsel of bread and a night’s lodging. +She expressed the greatest surprise, +and said it was quite uncommon to see +a human being near their house; for it +was well known that her husband was +a powerful giant, who would never eat +anything but human flesh, if he could +possibly get it; that he would walk fifty +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>58]</a></span> +miles to procure it, usually being out +the whole day for that purpose.</p> + +<p>This account greatly terrified Jack, +but still he hoped to elude the giant, +and therefore he again entreated the +woman to take him in for one night +only, and hide him where she thought +proper. She at last suffered herself to +be persuaded, for she was of a compassionate +and generous disposition, and +took him into the house. First they +entered a fine large hall magnificently +furnished; they then passed through +several spacious rooms in the same +style of grandeur; but all appeared forsaken +and desolate. A long gallery +came next; it was very dark—just light +enough to show that, instead of a wall +on one side, there was a grating of iron +which parted off a dismal dungeon, +from whence issued the groans of those +victims whom the cruel giant reserved +in confinement for his own voracious +appetite.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>59]</a></span> +Poor Jack was half dead with fear, +and would have given the world to +have been with his mother again, for +he now began to doubt if he should ever +see her more; he even mistrusted the +good woman, and thought she had let +him into the house for no other purpose +than to lock him up among the unfortunate +people in the dungeon. However, +she bade Jack sit down, and gave +him plenty to eat and drink; and he, +not seeing anything to make him uncomfortable, +soon forgot his fear and +was just beginning to enjoy himself, +when he was startled by a loud knocking +at the outer door, which made the +whole house shake.</p> + +<p>“Ah! that’s the giant; and if he sees +you he will kill you and me, too,” cried +the poor woman, trembling all over. +“What shall I do?”</p> + +<p>“Hide me in the oven,” cried Jack, +now as bold as a lion at the thought of +being face to face with his father’s cruel +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>60]</a></span> +murderer. So he crept into the oven—for +there was no fire near it—and listened +to the giant’s loud voice and +heavy step as he went up and down the +kitchen scolding his wife. At last he +seated himself at table, and Jack, peeping +through a crevice in the oven, was +amazed to see what a quantity of food +he devoured. It seemed as if he never +would have done eating and drinking; +but he did at last, and, leaning back, +called to his wife in a voice like thunder:</p> + +<p>“Bring me my hen!”</p> + +<p>She obeyed, and placed upon the +table a very beautiful live hen.</p> + +<p>“Lay!” roared the giant, and the hen +laid immediately an egg of solid gold.</p> + +<p>“Lay another!” and every time the +giant said this the hen laid a larger egg +than before.</p> + +<p>He amused himself a long time with +his hen, and then sent his wife to bed, +while he fell asleep by the fireside and +snored like the roaring of cannon.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>61]</a></span> +As soon as he was asleep Jack crept +out of the oven, seized the hen, and ran +off with her. He got safely out of the +house, and, finding his way along the +road he came, reached the top of the +bean-stalk, which he descended in +safety.</p> + +<p>His mother was overjoyed to see him. +She thought he had come to some ill +end.</p> + +<p>“Not a bit of it, mother. Look +here!” and he showed her the hen. +“Now lay,” and the hen obeyed him as +readily as the giant, and laid as many +golden eggs as he desired.</p> + +<p>These eggs being sold, Jack and his +mother got plenty of money, and for +some months lived very happily together, +till Jack got another great longing +to climb the bean-stalk and carry +away some more of the giant’s riches. +He had told his mother of his adventure, +but had been very careful not +to say a word about his father. He +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>62]</a></span> +thought of his journey again and again, +but still he could not summon resolution +enough to break it to his mother, +being well assured that she would endeavor +to prevent his going. However, +one day he told her boldly that +he must take another journey up the +bean-stalk. She begged and prayed him +not to think of it, and tried all in her +power to dissuade him; she told him +that the giant’s wife would certainly +know him again, and that the giant +would desire nothing better than to +get him into his power, that he might +put him to a cruel death, in order to be +revenged for the loss of his hen. Jack, +finding that all his arguments were useless, +ceased speaking, though resolved +to go at all events. He had a dress +prepared which would disguise him, +and something to color his skin; he +thought it impossible for any one to +recollect him in this dress.</p> + +<p>A few mornings after he rose very +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>63]</a></span> +early, and, unperceived by any one, +climbed the bean-stalk a second time. +He was greatly fatigued when he reached +the top, and very hungry. Having rested +some time on one of the stones, he +pursued his journey to the giant’s mansion, +which he reached late in the evening. +The woman was at the door as +before. Jack addressed her, at the +same time telling her a pitiful tale, and +requesting that she would give him +some victuals and drink, and also a +night’s lodging.</p> + +<p>She told him (what he knew before +very well) about her husband’s being a +powerful and cruel giant, and also that +she had one night admitted a poor, +hungry, friendless boy; that the little +ungrateful fellow had stolen one of the +giant’s treasures, and ever since that +her husband had been worse than before, +using her very cruelly, and continually +upbraiding her with being the +cause of his misfortune. Jack felt sorry +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>64]</a></span> +for her, but confessed nothing, and did +his best to persuade her to admit him, +but found it a very hard task. At last +she consented, and as she led the way, +Jack observed that everything was just +as he had found it before. She took him +into the kitchen, and after he had done +eating and drinking, she hid him in an +old lumber-closet. The giant returned +at the usual time, and walked in so +heavily that the house was shaken to +its foundation. He seated himself by +the fire, and soon after exclaimed, +“Wife, I smell fresh meat!”</p> + +<p>The wife replied it was the crows +which had brought a piece of raw meat +and left it at the top of the house. +While supper was preparing, the giant +was very ill-tempered and impatient, +frequently lifting up his hand to strike +his wife for not being quick enough. +He was also continually upbraiding her +with the loss of his wonderful hen.</p> + +<p>At last, having ended his supper, he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>65]</a></span> +cried, “Give me something to amuse +me—my harp or my money-bags.”</p> + +<p>“Which will you have, my dear?” said +the wife, humbly.</p> + +<p>“My money-bags, because they are +the heaviest to carry,” thundered he.</p> + +<p>She brought them, staggering under +the weight—two bags, one filled with +new guineas and the other with new +shillings. She emptied them out on the +table, and the giant began counting them +in great glee. “Now you may go to bed, +you old fool.” So the wife crept away.</p> + +<p>Jack from his hiding-place watched +the counting of the money, which he +knew was his poor father’s, and wished +it was his own; it would give him much +less trouble than going about selling the +golden eggs. The giant, little thinking +he was so narrowly observed, reckoned +it all up, and then replaced it in the two +bags, which he tied up very carefully +and put beside his chair, with his little +dog to guard them.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>66]</a></span> +At last he fell asleep as before, and +snored so loud that Jack compared +his noise to the roaring of the sea in +a high wind, when the tide is coming +in. At last Jack, concluding all +secure, stole out, in order to carry off +the two bags of money; but just as he +laid his hand upon one of them, the +little dog, which he had not perceived +before, started from under the giant’s +chair and barked most furiously. Instead +of endeavoring to escape, Jack +stood still, though expecting his enemy +to awake every instant.</p> + +<p>Contrary, however, to his expectation, +the giant continued in a sound +sleep, and Jack, seeing a piece of +meat, threw it to the dog, who at once +ceased barking and began to devour +it. So Jack carried off the bags, one +on each shoulder, but they were so +heavy that it took him two whole days +to descend the bean-stalk and get back +to his mother’s door.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 385px;"> +<a name="barked" id="barked"></a> +<img src="images/fft05.jpg" width="385" height="600" +alt="Jack tries to steal the money-bags" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Just as he laid his hand upon one of them, the little dog barked +most furiously</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>67]</a></span> +When he came he found the cottage +deserted. He ran from one room to +another without being able to find any +one; he then hastened into the village, +hoping to see some of the neighbors, +who could inform him where he could +find his mother. An old woman at last +directed him to a neighboring house, +where she was ill of a fever. He was +greatly shocked at finding her apparently +dying, and blamed himself bitterly +as the cause of it all. However, at +sight of her dear son, the poor woman +revived and slowly recovered her health. +Jack gave her his two money-bags. +They had the cottage rebuilt and well +furnished, and lived happier than they +had ever done before.</p> + +<p>For three years Jack heard no more +of the bean-stalk, but he could not forget +it, though he feared making his +mother unhappy. It was in vain endeavoring +to amuse himself; he became +thoughtful, and would arise at the first +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>68]</a></span> +dawn of day, and sit looking at the +bean-stalk for hours together. His +mother saw that something preyed +upon his mind, and endeavored to discover +the cause; but Jack knew too well +what the consequence would be should +she succeed. He did his utmost, therefore, +to conquer the great desire he had +for another journey up the bean-stalk. +Finding, however, that his inclination +grew too powerful for him, he began to +make secret preparations for his journey. +He prepared a new disguise, +better and more complete than the +former, and when summer came, on the +longest day he awoke as soon as it was +light, and, without telling his mother, +ascended the bean-stalk. He found the +road, journey, etc., much as it was on +the two former times. He arrived at +the giant’s mansion in the evening, and +found the wife standing, as usual, at the +door. Jack had disguised himself so +completely that she did not appear to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>69]</a></span> +have the least recollection of him; however, +when he pleaded hunger and +poverty, in order to gain admittance, +he found it very difficult indeed to persuade +her. At last he prevailed, and +was concealed in the copper. When the +giant returned he said, furiously, “I +smell fresh meat!” But Jack felt quite +composed, since the giant had said this +before and had been soon satisfied. +However, the giant started up suddenly, +and, notwithstanding all his wife +could say, he searched all round the +room. While this was going forward +Jack was exceedingly terrified, wishing +himself at home a thousand times; but +when the giant approached the copper +and put his hand upon the lid, Jack +thought his death was certain.</p> + +<p>But nothing happened; for the giant +did not take the trouble to lift up the +lid, but sat down shortly by the fireside +and began to eat his enormous +supper. When he had finished he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>70]</a></span> +commanded his wife to fetch down +his harp. Jack peeped under the +copper-lid and saw a most beautiful +harp. The giant placed it on the +table, said “Play!” and it played of +its own accord, without anybody touching +it, the most exquisite music imaginable. +Jack, who was a very good +musician, was delighted, and more +anxious to get this than any other of +his enemy’s treasures. But the giant +not being particularly fond of music, +the harp had only the effect of lulling +him to sleep earlier than usual. As +for the wife, she had gone to bed as soon +as ever she could.</p> + +<p>As soon as he thought all was safe, +Jack got out of the copper, and, seizing +the harp, was eagerly running off with +it. But the harp was enchanted by a +fairy, and as soon as it found itself in +strange hands it called out loudly, just +as if it had been alive, “Master! Master!”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>71]</a></span> +The giant awoke, started up, and saw +Jack scampering away as fast as his +legs could carry him.</p> + +<p>“Oh, you villain! it is you who have +robbed me of my hen and my money-bags, +and now you are stealing my harp +also. Wait till I catch you and I’ll eat +you up alive!”</p> + +<p>“Very well: try!” shouted Jack, who +was not a bit afraid, for he saw the +giant was so tipsy he could hardly +stand, much less run; and he himself +had young legs and a clear conscience, +which carry a man a long way. So, +after leading the giant a considerable +race, he contrived to be first at the top +of the bean-stalk, and then scrambled +down it as fast as he could, the harp +playing all the while the most melancholy +music till he said “Stop,” and +it stopped.</p> + +<p>Arrived at the bottom, he found his +mother sitting at her cottage door +weeping silently.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>72]</a></span> +“Here, mother, don’t cry; just give +me a hatchet—make haste.” For he +knew there was not a moment to spare; +he saw the giant beginning to descend +the bean-stalk.</p> + +<p>But the monster was too late—his +ill deeds had come to an end. Jack +with his hatchet cut the bean-stalk +close off at the root. The giant fell +headlong into the garden, and was killed +on the spot.</p> + +<p>Instantly the fairy appeared and explained +everything to Jack’s mother, +begging her to forgive Jack, who was +his father’s own son for bravery and +generosity, and who would be sure to +make her happy for the rest of her +days.</p> + +<p>So all ended well, and nothing was +ever more heard or seen of the wonderful +bean-stalk.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>73]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top04" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>THE SLEEPING BEAUTY<br /> +IN THE WOOD</h2> +<br /><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">O</span>NCE there was a royal couple who +grieved excessively because they +had no children. When at last, after +long waiting, the queen presented her +husband with a little daughter, his +majesty showed his joy by giving a +christening feast so grand that the like +of it was never known. He invited all +the fairies in the land—there were seven +altogether—to stand godmothers to the +little princess, hoping that each might +bestow on her some good gift, as was +the custom of good fairies in those +days.</p> + +<p>After the ceremony all the guests +returned to the palace, where there was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>74]</a></span> +set before each fairy-godmother a magnificent +covered dish, with an embroidered +table-napkin, and a knife and fork +of pure gold studded with diamonds +and rubies. But alas! as they placed +themselves at table there entered an +old fairy who had never been invited, +because more than fifty years since she +had left the king’s dominion on a tour +of pleasure and had not been heard of +until this day. His majesty, much +troubled, desired a cover to be placed +for her, but it was of common delf, for +he had ordered from his jeweller only +seven gold dishes for the seven fairies +aforesaid. The elderly fairy thought +herself neglected, and muttered angry +menaces, which were overheard by one +of the younger fairies, who chanced to +sit beside her. This good godmother, +afraid of harm to the pretty baby, hastened +to hide herself behind the tapestry +in the hall. She did this because she +wished all the others to speak first—so +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>75]</a></span> +that if any ill gift were bestowed on +the child she might be able to counteract +it.</p> + +<p>The six now offered their good wishes—which, +unlike most wishes, were sure +to come true. The fortunate little princess +was to grow up the fairest woman +in the world; to have a temper sweet +as an angel; to be perfectly graceful +and gracious; to sing like a nightingale; +to dance like a leaf on a tree; and to +possess every accomplishment under +the sun. Then the old fairy’s turn +came. Shaking her head spitefully, +she uttered the wish that when the +baby grew up into a young lady, and +learned to spin, she might prick her +finger with the spindle and die of the +wound.</p> + +<p>At this terrible prophecy all the +guests shuddered, and some of the +more tender-hearted began to weep. +The lately happy parents were almost +out of their wits with grief. Upon +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>76]</a></span> +which the wise young fairy appeared +from behind the tapestry, saying cheerfully; +“Your majesties may comfort +yourselves; the princess shall not die. I +have no power to alter the ill-fortune +just wished her by my ancient sister—her +finger must be pierced, and she +shall then sink, not into the sleep of +death, but into a sleep that will last a +hundred years. After that time is ended +the son of a king will find her, +awaken her, and marry her.”</p> + +<p>Immediately all the fairies vanished.</p> + +<p>The king, in the hope of avoiding his +daughter’s doom, issued an edict forbidding +all persons to spin, and even to +have spinning-wheels in their houses, +on pain of instant death. But it was +in vain. One day, when she was just +fifteen years of age, the king and queen +left their daughter alone in one of their +castles, when, wandering about at her +will, she came to an ancient dungeon +tower, climbed to the top of it, and there +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>77]</a></span> +found a very old woman—so old and +deaf that she had never heard of the +king’s edict—busy with her wheel.</p> + +<p>“What are you doing, good old woman?” +said the princess.</p> + +<p>“I’m spinning, my pretty child.”</p> + +<p>“Ah, how charming! Let me try +if I can spin also.”</p> + +<p>She had no sooner taken up the spindle +than, being lively and obstinate, +she handled it so awkwardly and carelessly +that the point pierced her finger. +Though it was so small a wound, she +fainted away at once, and dropped +silently down on the floor. The poor, +frightened old woman called for help; +shortly came the ladies in waiting, who +tried every means to restore their young +mistress, but all their care was useless. +She lay, beautiful as an angel, the color +still lingering in her lips and cheeks; +her fair bosom softly stirred with her +breath; only her eyes were fast closed. +When the king, her father, and the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>78]</a></span> +queen, her mother, beheld her thus, +they knew regret was idle—all had happened +as the cruel fairy meant. But +they also knew that their daughter +would not sleep forever, though after +one hundred years it was not likely they +would either of them behold her awakening. +Until that happy hour should +arrive, they determined to leave her in +repose. They sent away all the physicians +and attendants, and themselves +sorrowfully laid her upon a bed of +embroidery, in the most elegant apartment +of the palace. There she slept +and looked like a sleeping angel still.</p> + +<p>When this misfortune happened, the +kindly young fairy who had saved the +princess by changing her sleep of death +into this sleep of a hundred years was +twelve thousand leagues away in the +kingdom of Mataquin. But being informed +of everything, she arrived speedily +in a chariot of fire drawn by dragons. +The king was somewhat startled +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>79]</a></span> +by the sight, but nevertheless went to +the door of his palace, and, with a mournful +countenance, presented her his hand +to descend.</p> + +<p>The fairy condoled with his majesty, +and approved of all he had done. Then, +being a fairy of great common-sense +and foresight, she suggested that the +princess, awakening after a hundred +years in this ancient castle, might be a +good deal embarrassed, especially with +a young prince by her side, to find herself +alone. Accordingly, without asking +any one’s leave, she touched with +her magic wand the entire population +of the palace, except the king and +queen—governesses, ladies of honor, +waiting-maids, gentlemen ushers, cooks, +kitchen-girls, pages, footmen, down to +the horses that were in the stables and +the grooms that attended them—she +touched each and all. Nay, with kind +consideration for the feelings of the +princess, she even touched the little fat +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>80]</a></span> +lapdog Puffy, who had laid himself +down beside his mistress on her splendid +bed. He, like all the rest, fell fast +asleep in a moment. The very spits +that were before the kitchen fire ceased +turning, and the fire itself went out, and +everything became as silent as if it were +the middle of the night, or as if the +palace were a palace of the dead.</p> + +<p>The king and queen—having kissed +their daughter and wept over her a little, +but not much, she looked so sweet +and content—departed from the castle, +giving orders that it was to be approached +no more. The command was +unnecessary; for in one quarter of an +hour there sprung up around it a wood +so thick and thorny that neither beasts +nor men could attempt to penetrate +there. Above this dense mass of forest +could only be perceived the top of the +high tower where the lovely princess +slept.</p> + +<p>A great many changes happen in a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>81]</a></span> +hundred years. The king, who never +had a second child, died, and his throne +passed into another royal family. So +entirely was the story of the poor princess +forgotten, that when the reigning +king’s son, being one day out hunting +and stopped in the chase by this formidable +wood, inquired what wood it +was, and what were those towers which +he saw appearing out of the midst of +it, no one could answer him. At length +an old peasant was found who remembered +having heard his grandfather say +to his father, that in this tower was a +princess, beautiful as the day, who was +doomed to sleep there for one hundred +years, until awakened by a king’s son, +her destined bridegroom.</p> + +<p>At this the young prince, who had +the spirit of a hero, determined to find +out the truth for himself. Spurred on +by both generosity and curiosity, he +leaped from his horse and began to +force his way through the thick wood. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>82]</a></span> +To his amazement the stiff branches +all gave way, and the ugly thorns +sheathed themselves of their own accord, +and the brambles buried themselves +in the earth to let him pass. +This done, they closed behind him, +allowing none of his suite to follow: +but, ardent and young, he went boldly +on alone. The first thing he saw was +enough to smite him with fear. Bodies +of men and horses lay extended on the +ground; but the men had faces, not +death-white, but red as peonies, and +beside them were glasses half filled with +wine, showing that they had gone to +sleep drinking. Next he entered a +large court paved with marble, where +stood rows of guards presenting arms, +but motionless as if cut out of stone; +then he passed through many chambers +where gentlemen and ladies, all in the +costume of the past century, slept at +their ease, some standing, some sitting. +The pages were lurking in corners, the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>83]</a></span> +ladies of honor were stooping over their +embroidery frames, or listening apparently +with polite attention to the gentlemen +of the court, but all were as silent +as statues and as immovable. Their +clothes, strange to say, were fresh and +new as ever; and not a particle of dust +or spider-web had gathered over the +furniture, though it had not known a +broom for a hundred years. Finally +the astonished prince came to an inner +chamber, where was the fairest sight +his eyes had ever beheld.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 389px;"> +<a name="girl" id="girl"></a> +<img src="images/fft06.jpg" width="389" height="600" +alt="The prince leans over the sleeping princess" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">A young girl of wonderful beauty lay asleep on an embroidered bed</p> + +<p>A young girl of wonderful beauty lay +asleep on an embroidered bed, and she +looked as if she had only just closed +her eyes. Trembling, the prince approached +and knelt beside her. Some +say he kissed her, but as nobody saw it, +and she never told, we cannot be quite +sure of the fact. However, as the end +of the enchantment had come, the princess +awakened at once, and, looking at +him with eyes of the tenderest regard, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>84]</a></span> +said, drowsily: “Is it you, my prince? +I have waited for you very long.”</p> + +<p>Charmed with these words, and still +more with the tone in which they were +uttered, the prince assured her that he +loved her more than his life. Nevertheless, +he was the most embarrassed of +the two; for, thanks to the kind fairy, +the princess had plenty of time to dream +of him during her century of slumber, +while he had never even heard of her +till an hour before. For a long time did +they sit conversing, and yet had not +said half enough. Their only interruption +was the little dog Puffy, who +had awakened with his mistress, and +now began to be exceedingly jealous +that the princess did not notice him as +much as she was wont to do.</p> + +<p>Meantime all the attendants, whose +enchantment was also broken, not being +in love, were ready to die of hunger +after their fast of a hundred years. A +lady of honor ventured to intimate that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>85]</a></span> +dinner was served; whereupon the prince +handed his beloved princess at once to +the great hall. She did not wait to +dress for dinner, being already perfectly +and magnificently attired, though in a +fashion somewhat out of date. However, +her lover had the politeness not +to notice this, nor to remind her that +she was dressed exactly like her royal +grandmother, whose portrait still hung +on the palace walls.</p> + +<p>During the banquet a concert took +place by the attendant musicians, and +considering they had not touched their +instruments for a century, they played +extremely well. They ended with a +wedding march; for that very evening +the marriage of the prince and princess +was celebrated, and though the bride +was nearly one hundred years older +than the bridegroom, it is remarkable +that the fact would never had been discovered +by any one unacquainted therewith.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>86]</a></span> +After a few days they went together +out of the castle and enchanted wood, +both of which immediately vanished, +and were never more beheld by mortal +eyes. The princess was restored to her +ancestral kingdom, but it was not generally +declared who she was, as during +a hundred years people had grown so +very much cleverer that nobody then +living would ever have believed the +story. So nothing was explained, and +nobody presumed to ask any questions +about her, for ought not a prince be +able to marry whomsoever he pleases?</p> + +<p>Nor—whether or not the day of +fairies was over—did the princess ever +see anything further of her seven godmothers. +She lived a long and happy +life, like any other ordinary woman, +and died at length, beloved, regretted, +but, the prince being already no more, +perfectly contented.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>87]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top01" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>LITTLE RED-RIDING-HOOD</h2> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">O</span>NCE there was a little village maiden, +the prettiest ever seen. Her +mother was foolishly fond of her, and +her grandmother likewise. The old +woman made for her a little hood, +which became the damsel so well that +ever after she went by the name of +Little Red-Riding-Hood. One day, +when her mother was making cakes, +she said, “My child, you shall go and +see your grandmother, for I hear she +is not well; and you shall take her some +of these cakes and a pot of butter.”</p> + +<p>Little Red-Riding-Hood was delighted +to go, though it was a long walk; +but she was a good child, and fond of +her kind grandmother. Passing through +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>88]</a></span> +a wood, she met a great wolf, who was +most eager to eat her up, but dared +not, because of a woodcutter who was +busy hard by. So he only came and +asked her politely where she was going. +The poor child, who did not know how +dangerous it is to stop and speak to +wolves, replied, “I am going to see my +grandmother, and to take her a cake +and a pot of butter, which my mother +has sent her.”</p> + +<p>“Is it very far from hence?” asked +the wolf.</p> + +<p>“Oh yes; it is just above the mill +which you may see up there—the first +house you come to in the village.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said the wolf, “I will go +there also, to inquire after your excellent +grandmother; I will go one way, +and you the other, and we will see who +can be there first.”</p> + +<p>So he ran as fast as ever he could, +taking the shortest road, but the little +maiden took the longest; for she stopped +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>89]</a></span> +to pluck roses in the wood, to chase butterflies, +and gather nosegays of the +prettiest flowers she could find—she +was such a happy and innocent little +soul.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 385px;"> +<a name="wolf" id="wolf"></a> +<img src="images/fft07.jpg" width="385" height="600" +alt="Little Red Riding Hood and the wolf" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">He asked her politely where she was going</p> + +<p>The wolf was not long in reaching the +grandmother’s door. He knocked, Toc—toc, +and the grandmother said, “Who +is there?”</p> + +<p>“It is your child, Little Red-Riding-Hood,” +replied the wicked beast, imitating +the girl’s voice; “I bring you a +cake and a pot of butter, which my +mother has sent you.”</p> + +<p>The grandmother, who was ill in her +bed, said, “Very well, my dear, pull +the string and the latch will open.” +The wolf pulled the string—the door +flew open; he leaped in, fell upon the +poor old woman, and ate her up in less +than no time, tough as she was, for he +had not tasted anything for more than +three days. Then he carefully shut the +door, and laying himself down snugly +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>90]</a></span> +in the bed, waited for Little Red-Riding-Hood, +who was not long before +she came and knocked, Toc—toc, at the +door.</p> + +<p>“Who is there?” said the wolf; and +the little maiden, hearing his gruff voice, +felt sure that her poor grandmother +must have caught a bad cold and be +very ill indeed.</p> + +<p>So she answered, cheerfully, “It is +your child, Little Red-Riding-Hood, +who brings you a cake and a pot of butter +that my mother has sent you.”</p> + +<p>Then the wolf, softening his voice as +much as he could, said, “Pull the string, +and the latch will open.”</p> + +<p>So Little Red-Riding-Hood pulled the +string and the door opened. The wolf, +seeing her enter, hid himself as much +as he could under the coverlid of the +bed, and said in a whisper, “Put the +cake and the pot of butter on the shelf, +and then make haste and come to bed, +for it is very late.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>91]</a></span> +Little Red-Riding-Hood did not think +so; but, to please her grandmother, she +undressed herself and began to get ready +for bed, when she was very much astonished +to find how different the old +woman looked from ordinary.</p> + +<p>“Grandmother, what great arms you +have!”</p> + +<p>“That is to hug you the better, my +dear.”</p> + +<p>“Grandmother, what great ears you +have!”</p> + +<p>“That is to hear you the better, my +dear.”</p> + +<p>“Grandmother, what great eyes you +have!”</p> + +<p>“That is to see you the better, my +dear.”</p> + +<p>“Grandmother, what a great mouth +you have!”</p> + +<p>“That is to eat you up!” cried the +wicked wolf; and immediately he fell +upon poor Little Red-Riding-Hood, and +ate her up in a moment.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>92]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top02" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>THE UGLY DUCKLING</h2> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE country was lovely just then; +it was summer! The wheat was +golden and the oats still green; the hay +was stacked in the rich, low-lying meadows, +where the stork was marching +about on his long red legs, chattering +Egyptian, the language his mother had +taught him.</p> + +<p>Round about field and meadow lay +great woods, in the midst of which +were deep lakes. Yes, the country +certainly was delicious. In the sunniest +spot stood an old mansion surrounded +by a deep moat, and great +dock leaves grew from the walls of the +house right down to the water’s edge, +some of them were so tall that a small +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>93]</a></span> +child could stand upright under them. +In among the leaves it was as secluded +as in the depths of a forest, and there +a duck was sitting on her nest. Her +little ducklings were just about to be +hatched, but she was nearly tired of +sitting, for it had lasted such a long +time. Moreover, she had very few +visitors, as the other ducks liked swimming +about in the moat better than +waddling up to sit under the dock +leaves and gossip with her.</p> + +<p>At last one egg after another began +to crack. “Cheep, cheep!” they said. +All the chicks had come to life, and +were poking their heads out.</p> + +<p>“Quack! quack!” said the duck; and +then they all quacked their hardest, +and looked about them on all sides +among the green leaves; their mother +allowed them to look as much as they +liked, for green is good for the eyes.</p> + +<p>“How big the world is to be sure!” +said all the young ones; for they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>94]</a></span> +certainly had ever so much more room to +move about than when they were inside +the egg-shell.</p> + +<p>“Do you imagine this is the whole +world?” said the mother. “It stretches +a long way on the other side of the +garden, right into the parson’s field; +but I have never been as far as that! +I suppose you are all here now?” and +she got up. “No! I declare I have not +got you all yet! The biggest egg is still +there; how long is it going to last?” +and then she settled herself on the nest +again.</p> + +<p>“Well, how are you getting on?” +said an old duck who had come to pay +her a visit.</p> + +<p>“This one egg is taking such a long +time,” answered the sitting duck, “the +shell will not crack; but now you must +look at the others; they are the finest +ducklings I have ever seen! they are all +exactly like their father, the rascal! he +never comes to see me.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>95]</a></span> +“Let me look at the egg which won’t +crack,” said the old duck. “You may +be sure that it is a turkey’s egg! I +have been cheated like that once, and +I had no end of trouble and worry with +the creatures, for I may tell you that +they are afraid of the water. I could +not get them into it; I quacked and +snapped at them, but it was no good. +Let me see the egg! Yes, it is a turkey’s +egg! You just leave it alone and +teach the other children to swim.”</p> + +<p>“I will sit on it a little longer; I have +sat so long already that I may as well +go on till the Midsummer Fair comes +round.”</p> + +<p>“Please yourself,” said the old duck, +and she went away.</p> + +<p>At last the big egg cracked. “Cheep, +cheep!” said the young one and tumbled +out; how big and ugly he was! +The duck looked at him.</p> + +<p>“That is a monstrous big duckling,” +she said; “none of the others looked like +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>96]</a></span> +that; can he be a turkey chick? well, +we shall soon find that out; into the +water he shall go, if I have to kick him +in myself.”</p> + +<p>Next day was gloriously fine, and the +sun shone on all the green dock leaves. +The mother duck with her whole family +went down to the moat.</p> + +<p>Splash, into the water she sprang. +“Quack, quack!” she said, and one +duckling plumped in after the other. +The water dashed over their heads, but +they came up again and floated beautifully; +their legs went of themselves, +and they were all there, even the big +ugly gray one swam about with them.</p> + +<p>“No, that is no turkey,” she said; +“see how beautifully he uses his legs +and how erect he holds himself; he is +my own chick! after all, he is not so +bad when you come to look at him +properly. Quack, quack! Now come +with me and I will take you into the +world, and introduce you to the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>97]</a></span> +duckyard; but keep close to me all the time, +so that no one may tread upon you, +and beware of the cat!”</p> + +<p>Then they went into the duckyard. +There was a fearful uproar going on, +for two broods were fighting for the +head of an eel, and in the end the cat +captured it.</p> + +<p>“That’s how things go in this world,” +said the mother duck; and she licked +her bill, for she wanted the eel’s head +for herself.</p> + +<p>“Use your legs,” said she; “mind you +quack properly, and bend your necks to +the old duck over there! She is the +grandest of them all; she has Spanish +blood in her veins and that accounts +for her size, and, do you see? she has a +red rag round her leg; that is a wonderfully +fine thing, and the most extraordinary +mark of distinction any duck +can have. It shows clearly that she is +not to be parted with, and that she is +worthy of recognition both by beasts +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>98]</a></span> +and men! Quack now! don’t turn your +toes in, a well brought up duckling keeps +his legs wide apart just like father and +mother; that’s it, now bend your necks, +and say quack!”</p> + +<p>They did as they were bid, but the +other ducks round about looked at +them and said, quite loud: “Just look +there! now we are to have that tribe! +just as if there were not enough of us +already, and, oh dear! how ugly that +duckling is, we won’t stand him!” and +a duck flew at him at once and bit him +in the neck.</p> + +<p>“Let him be,” said the mother; “he +is doing no harm.”</p> + +<p>“Very likely not, but he is so ungainly +and queer,” said the biter, “he must +be whacked.”</p> + +<p>“They are handsome children mother +has,” said the old duck with the rag round +her leg; “all good looking except this +one, and he is not a good specimen; it’s +a pity you can’t make him over again.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>99]</a></span> +“That can’t be done, your grace,” said +the mother duck; “he is not handsome, +but he is a thorough good creature, +and he swims as beautifully as any of +the others; nay, I think I might venture +even to add that I think he will improve +as he goes on, or perhaps in time +he may grow smaller! he was too long +in the egg, and so he has not come out +with a very good figure.” And then +she patted his neck and stroked him +down. “Besides, he is a drake,” said +she; “so it does not matter so much. +I believe he will be very strong, and I +don’t doubt but he will make his way +in the world.”</p> + +<p>“The other ducklings are very pretty,” +said the old duck. “Now make yourselves +quite at home, and if you find the +head of an eel you may bring it to me!”</p> + +<p>After that they felt quite at home. +But the poor duckling which had been +the last to come out of the shell, and +who was so ugly, was bitten, pushed +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>100]</a></span> +about, and made fun of both by the +ducks and the hens. “He is too big,” +they all said; and the turkey-cock, who +was born with his spurs on, and therefore +thought himself quite an emperor, +puffed himself up like a vessel in full +sail, made for him, and gobbled and +gobbled till he became quite red in the +face. The poor duckling was at his +wit’s end, and did not know which way +to turn; he was in despair because he +was so ugly and the butt of the whole +duckyard.</p> + +<p>So the first day passed, and afterwards +matters grew worse and worse. The +poor duckling was chased and hustled +by all of them; even his brothers and +sisters ill-used him, and they were always +saying, “If only the cat would +get hold of you, you hideous object!” +Even his mother said, “I wish to goodness +you were miles away.” The ducks +bit him, the hens pecked him, and the +girl who fed them kicked him aside.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>101]</a></span> +Then he ran off and flew right over +the hedge, where the little birds flew +up into the air in a fright.</p> + +<p>“That is because I am so ugly,” +thought the poor duckling, shutting his +eyes, but he ran on all the same. Then +he came to a great marsh where the +wild ducks lived; he was so tired and +miserable that he stayed there the +whole night.</p> + +<p>In the morning the wild ducks flew +up to inspect their new comrade.</p> + +<p>“What sort of a creature are you?” +they inquired, as the duckling turned +from side to side and greeted them as +well as he could. “You are frightfully +ugly,” said the wild ducks; “but that +does not matter to us, so long as you +do not marry into our family!” Poor +fellow! he had no thought of marriage; +all he wanted was permission to lie +among the rushes, and to drink a little +of the marsh water.</p> + +<p>He stayed there two whole days; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>102]</a></span> +then two wild geese came, or, rather, +two wild ganders; they were not long +out of the shell, and therefore rather +pert.</p> + +<p>“I say, comrade,” they said, “you +are so ugly that we have taken quite +a fancy to you; will you join us and be +a bird of passage? There is another +marsh close by, and there are some +charming wild geese there; all sweet +young ladies, who can say quack! You +are ugly enough to make your fortune +among them.” Just at that moment, +bang! bang! was heard up above, and +both the wild geese fell dead among the +reeds, and the water turned blood red. +Bang! bang! went the guns, and whole +flocks of wild geese flew up from the +rushes and the shot peppered among +them again.</p> + +<p>There was a grand shooting-party, +and the sportsmen lay hidden round the +marsh; some even sat on the branches +of the trees which overhung the water; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>103]</a></span> +the blue smoke rose like clouds among +the dark trees and swept over the pool.</p> + +<p>The water-dogs wandered about in +the swamp—splash! splash! The rushes +and reeds bent beneath their tread on +all sides. It was terribly alarming to +the poor duckling. He twisted his +head round to get it under his wing, +and just at that moment a frightful +big dog appeared close beside him; his +tongue hung right out of his mouth +and his eyes glared wickedly. He +opened his great chasm of a mouth +close to the duckling, showed his sharp +teeth, and—splash!—went on without +touching him.</p> + +<p>“Oh, thank Heaven!” sighed the +duckling, “I am so ugly that even the +dog won’t bite me!”</p> + +<p>Then he lay quite still while the shot +whistled among the bushes, and bang +after bang rent the air. It only became +quiet late in the day, but even +then the poor duckling did not dare to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>104]</a></span> +get up; he waited several hours more +before he looked about, and then he hurried +away from the marsh as fast as +he could. He ran across fields and +meadows, and there was such a wind +that he had hard work to make his way.</p> + +<p>Towards night he reached a poor little +cottage; it was such a miserable +hovel that it could not make up its +mind which way to fall even, and so +it remained standing. The wind whistled +so fiercely round the duckling that +he had to sit on his tail to resist it, +and it blew harder and harder; then he +saw that the door had fallen off one +hinge and hung so crookedly that he +could creep into the house through the +crack, and by this means he made his +way into the room. An old woman +lived there with her cat and her hen. +The cat, which she called “Sonnie,” +could arch his back, purr, and give off +electric sparks—that is to say, if you +stroked his fur the wrong way. The +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>105]</a></span> +hen had quite tiny short legs, and so +she was called “Chuckie-low-legs.” She +laid good eggs, and the old woman was +as fond of her as if she had been her +own child.</p> + +<p>In the morning the strange duckling +was discovered immediately, and the +cat began to purr and the hen to cluck.</p> + +<p>“What on earth is that!” said the +old woman, looking round; but her sight +was not good, and she thought the +duckling was a fat duck which had escaped. +“This is a capital find,” said +she; “now I shall have duck’s eggs if +only it is not a drake. We must find +out about that!”</p> + +<p>So she took the duckling on trial for +three weeks, but no eggs made their +appearance. The cat was the master +of the house and the hen the mistress, +and they always spoke of “we and the +world,” for they thought that they +represented the half of the world, and +that quite the better half.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>106]</a></span> +The duckling thought there might be +two opinions on the subject, but the +cat would not hear of it.</p> + +<p>“Can you lay eggs?” she asked.</p> + +<p>“No!”</p> + +<p>“Will you have the goodness to hold +your tongue, then!”</p> + +<p>And the cat said, “Can you arch +your back, purr, or give off sparks?”</p> + +<p>“No.”</p> + +<p>“Then you had better keep your +opinions to yourself when people of +sense are speaking!”</p> + +<p>The duckling sat in the corner nursing +his ill-humor; then he began to +think of the fresh air and the sunshine, +an uncontrollable longing seized him to +float on the water, and at last he could +not help telling the hen about it.</p> + +<p>“What on earth possesses you?” she +asked. “You have nothing to do; that +is why you get these freaks into your +head. Lay some eggs or take to purring, +and you will get over it.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>107]</a></span> +“But it is so delicious to float, on the +water,” said the duckling; “so delicious +to feel it rushing over your head when +you dive to the bottom.”</p> + +<p>“That would be a fine amusement,” +said the hen. “I think you have gone +mad. Ask the cat about it, he is the +wisest creature I know; ask him if he +is fond of floating on the water or diving +under it. I say nothing about myself. +Ask our mistress yourself, the +old woman; there is no one in the world +cleverer than she is. Do you suppose +she has any desire to float on the water +or to duck underneath it?”</p> + +<p>“You do not understand me,” said +the duckling.</p> + +<p>“Well, if we don’t understand you, +who should? I suppose you don’t consider +yourself cleverer than the cat or +the old woman, not to mention me. +Don’t make a fool of yourself, child, +and thank your stars for all the good +we have done you! Have you not +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>108]</a></span> +lived in this warm room, and in such +society that you might have learned +something? But you are an idiot, and +there is no pleasure in associating with +you. You may believe me I mean you +well, I tell you home truths, and there +is no surer way than that of knowing +who are one’s friends. You just see +about laying some eggs, or learn to purr, +or to emit sparks.”</p> + +<p>“I think I will go out into the wide +world,” said the duckling.</p> + +<p>“Oh, do so by all means!” said the +hen.</p> + +<p>So away went the duckling; he floated +on the water and ducked underneath it, +but he was looked askance at by every +living creature for his ugliness. Now +the autumn came on, the leaves in the +woods turned yellow and brown; the +wind took hold of them, and they +danced about. The sky looked very +cold, and the clouds hung heavy with +snow and hail. A raven stood on the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>109]</a></span> +fence and croaked Caw! Caw! from sheer +cold; it made one shiver only to think +of it. The poor duckling certainly was +in a bad case.</p> + +<p>One evening the sun was just setting +in wintry splendor when a flock of beautiful +large birds appeared out of the +bushes. The duckling had never seen +anything so beautiful. They were dazzlingly +white with long waving necks; +they were swans; and, uttering a peculiar +cry, they spread out their magnificent +broad wings, and flew away from the +cold regions to warmer lands and open +seas. They mounted so high, so very +high, and the ugly little duckling became +strangely uneasy; he circled round +and round in the water like a wheel, +craning his neck up into the air after +them. Then he uttered a shriek so +piercing and so strange that he was +quite frightened by it himself. Oh, he +could not forget those beautiful birds, +those happy birds! And as soon as they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>110]</a></span> +were out of sight he ducked right down +to the bottom, and when he came up +again he was quite beside himself. He +did not know what the birds were or +whither they flew, but all the same he +was more drawn towards them than he +had ever been by any creatures before. +He did not even envy them in the least. +How could it occur to him even to wish +to be such a marvel of beauty; he would +have been thankful if only the ducks +would have tolerated him among them—the +poor ugly creature!</p> + +<p>The winter was so bitterly cold that +the duckling was obliged to swim about +in the water to keep it from freezing, +but every night the hole in which he +swam got smaller and smaller. Then +it froze so hard that the surface ice +cracked, and the duckling had to use +his legs all the time, so that the ice +should not close in round him; at last +he was so weary that he could move no +more, and he was frozen fast into the ice.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>111]</a></span> +Early in the morning a peasant came +along and saw him; he went out onto +the ice and hammered a hole in it with +his heavy wooden shoe, and carried the +duckling home to his wife. There it +soon revived. The children wanted to +play with it, but the duckling thought +they were going to ill-use him, and +rushed in his fright into the milk pan, +and the milk spurted out all over the +room. The woman shrieked and threw +up her hands; then it flew into the butter +cask, and down into the meal tub +and out again. Just imagine what it +looked like by this time! The woman +screamed and tried to hit it with the +tongs, and the children tumbled over +one another in trying to catch it, and +they screamed with laughter. By good +luck the door stood open, and the duckling +flew out among the bushes and +the new fallen snow, and it lay there +thoroughly exhausted.</p> + +<p>But it would be too sad to mention +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>112]</a></span> +all the privation and misery it had to +go through during that hard winter. +When the sun began to shine warmly +again the duckling was in the marsh, +lying among the rushes; the larks were +singing, and the beautiful spring had +come.</p> + +<p>Then all at once it raised its wings, +and they flapped with much greater +strength than before and bore him off +vigorously. Before he knew where he +was he found himself in a large garden +where the apple-trees were in a full +blossom, and the air was scented with +lilacs, the long branches of which overhung +the indented shores of the lake. +Oh! the spring freshness was so delicious!</p> + +<p>Just in front of him he saw three +beautiful white swans advancing towards +him from a thicket; with rustling +feathers they swam lightly over the +water. The duckling recognized the +majestic birds, and he was overcome +by a strange melancholy.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>113]</a></span> +“I will fly to them, the royal birds, +and they will hack me to pieces, because +I, who am so ugly, venture to +approach them! But it won’t matter; +better be killed by them than be snapped +at by the ducks, pecked by the hens, +or spurned by the henwife, or suffer so +much misery in the winter.”</p> + +<p>So he flew into the water, and swam +towards the stately swans; they saw +him, and darted towards him with +ruffled feathers.</p> + +<p>“Kill me, oh, kill me!” said the poor +creature, and bowing his head towards +the water he awaited his death. But +what did he see reflected in the transparent +water?</p> + +<p>He saw below him his own image; +but he was no longer a clumsy, dark, +gray bird, ugly and ungainly. He was +himself a swan! It does not matter in +the least having been born in a duckyard +if only you come out of a swan’s +egg!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>114]</a></span> +He felt quite glad of all the misery +and tribulation he had gone through; +he was the better able to appreciate +his good-fortune now, and all the beauty +which greeted him. The big swans +swam round and round him, and stroked +him with their bills.</p> + +<p>Some little children came into the +garden with corn and pieces of bread, +which they threw into the water; and +the smallest one cried out: “There is +a new one!” The other children shouted +with joy: “Yes, a new one has come!” +And they clapped their hands and +danced about, running after their father +and mother. They threw the bread +into the water, and one and all said +that “the new one was the prettiest; +he was so young and handsome.” And +the old swans bent their heads and did +homage before him.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 385px;"> +<a name="bread" id="bread"></a> +<img src="images/fft08.jpg" width="385" height="600" +alt="The ugly duckling grown up" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Some little children threw pieces of bread into the water</p> + +<p>He felt quite shy, and hid his head +under his wing; he did not know what +to think; he was so very happy, but +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>115]</a></span> +not at all proud; a good heart never +becomes proud. He thought of how +he had been pursued and scorned, and +now he heard them all say that he was +the most beautiful of all beautiful birds. +The lilacs bent their boughs right down +into the water before him, and the +bright sun was warm and cheering, +and he rustled his feathers and raised +his slender neck aloft, saying, with exultation +in his heart: “I never dreamed +of so much happiness when I was the +Ugly Duckling!”</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>116]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top03" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>HOP-O’-MY-THUMB</h2> +<br /><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE once lived in a village a +fagot-maker and his wife who had +seven children—all boys; the eldest +was no more than ten years old, and +the youngest was only seven. It was +odd enough, to be sure, that they should +have so many children in such a short +time; but the truth is, the wife always +brought him two and once three at a +time. This made him very poor, for +not one of these boys was old enough to +get a living; and what was still worse, +the youngest was a puny little fellow +who hardly ever spoke a word. Now +this, indeed, was a mark of his good +sense, but it made his father and mother +suppose him to be silly, and they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>117]</a></span> +thought that at last he would turn out +quite a fool. This boy was the least +size ever seen; for when he was born +he was no bigger than a man’s thumb, +which made him be christened by the +name of Hop-o’-my-Thumb. The poor +child was the drudge of the whole house, +and always bore the blame of everything +that was done wrong. For all +this, Hop-o’-my-Thumb was far more +clever than any of his brothers; and +though he spoke but little he heard +and knew more than people thought. +It happened just at this time that for +want of rain the fields had grown but +half as much corn and potatoes as they +used to grow; so that the fagot-maker +and his wife could not give the boys +the food they had before, which was +always either bread or potatoes.</p> + +<p>After the father and mother had +grieved some time, they thought that +as they could contrive no other way to +live they must somehow get rid of their +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>118]</a></span> +children. One night when the boys +were gone to bed, and the fagot-maker +and his wife were sitting over a few +lighted sticks, to warm themselves, the +husband sighed deeply, and said: “You +see, my dear, we cannot maintain our +children any longer, and to see them +die of hunger before my eyes is what I +could never bear. I will, therefore, to-morrow +morning take them to the +forest, and leave them in the thickest +part of it, so that they will not be able +to find their way back: this will be very +easy; for while they amuse themselves +with tying up the fagots, we need only +slip away when they are looking some +other way.”</p> + +<p>“Ah, husband!” cried the poor wife, +“you cannot, no, you never can consent +to be the death of your own children.”</p> + +<p>The husband in vain told her to +think how very poor they were.</p> + +<p>The wife replied “that this was true, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>119]</a></span> +to be sure; but if she was poor, she was +still their mother”; and then she cried +as if her heart would break. At last +she thought how shocking it would be +to see them starved to death before their +eyes, so she agreed to what her husband +had said, and then went sobbing to bed.</p> + +<p>Hop-o’-my-Thumb had been awake all +the time; and when he heard his father +talk very seriously, he slipped away +from his brothers’ side, and crept under +his father’s bed, to hear all that +was said without being seen.</p> + +<p>When his father and mother had left +off talking, he got back to his own place, +and passed the night in thinking what +he should do the next morning.</p> + +<p>He rose early, and ran to the river’s +side, where he filled his pockets with +small white pebbles, and then went +back home. In the morning they all +set out, as their father and mother had +agreed on; and Hop-o’-my-Thumb did +not say a word to any of his brothers +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>120]</a></span> +about what he had heard. They came +to a forest that was so very thick that +they could not see each other a few +yards off. The fagot-maker set to +work cutting down wood; and the children +began to gather the twigs, to make +fagots of them.</p> + +<p>When the father and mother saw that +the young ones were all very busy, they +slipped away without being seen. The +children soon found themselves alone, +and began to cry as loud as they could. +Hop-o’-my-Thumb let them cry on, for +he knew well enough how to lead them +safe home, as he had taken care to drop +the white pebbles he had in his pocket +along all the way he had come. He +only said to them, “Never mind it, my +lads; father and mother have left us +here by ourselves, but only take care +to follow me, and I will lead you back +again.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 387px;"> +<a name="crying" id="crying"></a> +<img src="images/fft09.jpg" width="387" height="600" +alt="Hop-o'-my-Thumb waits for the other children to stop crying" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">The children began to cry as loud as they could</p> + +<p>When they heard this they left off +crying, and followed Hop-o’-my-Thumb, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>121]</a></span> +who soon brought them to their father’s +house by the very same path which they +had come along. At first they had not +the courage to go in, but stood at the +door to hear what their parents were +talking about. Just as the fagot-maker +and his wife had come home without +their children a great gentleman +of the village sent to pay them two +guineas for work they had done for +him, which he had owed them so long +that they never thought of getting a +farthing of it. This money made them +quite happy; for the poor creatures +were very hungry, and had no other +way of getting anything to eat.</p> + +<p>The fagot-maker sent his wife out +immediately to buy some meat; and as +it was a long time since she had made +a hearty meal, she bought as much +meat as would have been enough for +six or eight persons. The truth was, +when she was thinking what would be +enough for dinner, she forgot that her +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>122]</a></span> +children were not at home; but as soon +as she and her husband had done eating, +she cried out: “Alas! where are our +poor children? How they would feast +on what we have left! It was all your +fault, husband! I told you we should +repent leaving them to starve in the +forest! Oh, mercy! perhaps they have +already been eaten by the hungry +wolves!” The poor woman shed plenty +of tears. “Alas! alas!” said she, over +and over again, “what is become of +my dear children?”</p> + +<p>The children, who were all at the +door, cried out together, “Here we are, +mother, here we are!”</p> + +<p>She flew like lightning to let them in, +and kissed every one of them.</p> + +<p>The fagot-maker and his wife were +charmed at having their children once +more with them, and their joy for this +lasted till their money was all spent; +but then they found themselves quite +as ill off as before. So by degrees they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>123]</a></span> +again thought of leaving them in the +forest: and that the young ones might +not come back a second time, they said +they would take them a great deal +farther than they did at first. They +could not talk about this matter so slyly +but that Hop-o’-my-Thumb found +means to hear all that passed between +them; but he cared very little about it, +for he thought it would be easy for him +to do just the same as he had done before. +But although he got up very +early the next morning to go to the +river’s side to get the pebbles, a thing +which he had not thought of hindered +him; for he found that the house door +was double locked. Hop-o’-my-Thumb +was now quite at a loss what to do; but +soon after this his mother gave each +of the children a piece of bread for +breakfast and then it came into his +head that he could make his share do +as well as the pebbles by dropping +crumbs of it all the way as he went. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>124]</a></span> +So he did not eat his piece, but put it +into his pocket.</p> + +<p>It was not long before they all set +out, and their parents took care to lead +them into the very thickest and darkest +part of the forest. They then slipped +away by a by-path as before, and left +the children by themselves again. All +this did not give Hop-o’-my-Thumb +any concern, for he thought himself +quite sure of getting back by means of +the crumbs that he had dropped by +the way; but when he came to look for +them he found that not a crumb was +left, for the birds had eaten them all up.</p> + +<p>The poor children were now sadly off, +for the farther they went the harder it +was for them to get out of the forest. +At last night came on, and the noise of +the wind among the trees seemed to +them like the howling of wolves, so that +every moment they thought they should +be eaten up. They hardly dared to +speak a word, or to move a limb, for +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>125]</a></span> +fear. Soon after there came a heavy +rain which wetted them to the very +skin, and made the ground so slippery +that they fell down at almost every +step and got dirty all over.</p> + +<p>Before it was quite dark Hop-o’-my-Thumb +climbed up to the top of a +tree, and looked round on all sides to +see if he could find any way of getting +help. He saw a small light, like that +of a candle, but it was a very great +way off, and beyond the forest. He +then came down from the tree, to try +to find the way to it; but he could not +see it when he was on the ground, and +he was in the utmost trouble what to +do next. They walked on towards the +place where he had seen the light, and +at last reached the end of the forest, +and got sight of it again. They now +walked faster; and after being much +tired and vexed (for every time they +got into lower ground they lost sight +of the light), came to the house it was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>126]</a></span> +in. They knocked at the door, which +was opened by a very poor-natured-looking +lady, who asked what brought +them there. Hop-o’-my-Thumb told her +that they were poor children who had +lost their way in the forest, and begged +that she would give them a bed till +morning. When the lady saw that they +had such pretty faces she began to +shed tears, and said: “Ah, my poor children, +you do not know what place you +are come to. This is the house of an +Ogre, who eats up little boys and +girls.”</p> + +<p>“Alas! madam,” replied Hop-o’-my-Thumb, +who trembled from head to foot, +“what shall we do? If we go back to +the forest we are sure of being torn to +pieces by the wolves; we would rather, +therefore, be eaten by the gentleman. +Besides, when he sees us, perhaps he +may take pity on us and spare our +lives.”</p> + +<p>The Ogre’s wife thought she could +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>127]</a></span> +contrive to hide them from her husband +till morning; so she let them go in and +warm themselves by a good fire, before +which there was a whole sheep +roasting for the Ogre’s supper. When +they had stood a short time by the fire +there came a loud knocking at the door: +this was the Ogre come home. His +wife hurried the children under the bed +and told them to lie still, and she then +let her husband in.</p> + +<p>The Ogre asked if supper were ready, +and if the wine were fetched from the +cellar; and then he sat down at the table. +The sheep was not quite done, but he +liked it much better half raw. In a +minute or two the Ogre began to snuff +to his right and left, and said he smelt +child’s flesh.</p> + +<p>“It must be this calf, which has just +been killed,” said his wife.</p> + +<p>“I smell child’s flesh, I tell thee once +more!” cried the Ogre, looking all about +the room—“I smell child’s flesh; there +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>128]</a></span> +is something going on that I do not +know of.”</p> + +<p>As soon as he had spoken these words +he rose from his chair and went towards +the bed.</p> + +<p>“Ah! madam,” said he, “you thought +to cheat me, did you? Wretch! thou +art old and tough thyself, or else I would +eat thee up too! But come, come, this +is lucky enough; for the brats will make +a nice dish for three Ogres, who are my +particular friends, and who are to dine +with me to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>He then drew them out one by one +from under the bed. The poor children +fell on their knees and begged his pardon +as humbly as they could; but this +Ogre was the most cruel of all Ogres, +and instead of feeling any pity, he only +began to think how sweet and tender +their flesh would be; so he told his wife +they would be nice morsels if she served +them up with plenty of sauce. He then +fetched a large knife, and began to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>129]</a></span> +sharpen it on a long whetstone that he +held in his left hand; and all the while +he came nearer and nearer to the bed. +The Ogre took up one of the children, +and was going to set about cutting him +to pieces; but his wife said to him: +“What in the world makes you take +the trouble of killing them to-night? +Will it not be time enough to-morrow +morning?”</p> + +<p>“Hold your prating,” replied the +Ogre; “they will grow tender by being +kept a little while after they are killed.”</p> + +<p>“But,” said this wife, “you have got +so much meat in the house already; +here is a calf, two sheep, and half a pig.”</p> + +<p>“True,” said the Ogre, “so give them +all a good supper, that they may not +get lean, and then send them to bed.”</p> + +<p>The good creature was quite glad at +this. She gave them plenty for their +supper, but the poor children were so +terrified that they could not eat a bit.</p> + +<p>The Ogre sat down to his wine, very +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>130]</a></span> +much pleased with the thought of giving +his friends such a dainty dish: this +made him drink rather more than common, +and he was soon obliged to go to +bed himself. Now the Ogre had seven +daughters, who were all very young like +Hop-o’-my-Thumb and his brothers. +These young Ogresses had fair skins, +because they fed on raw meat like their +father; but they had small gray eyes, +quite round, and sunk in their heads, +hooked noses, wide mouths, and very +long, sharp teeth, standing a great way +off each other. They were too young +as yet to do much mischief; but they +showed that if they lived to be as old +as their father they would grow quite +as cruel as he was, for they took pleasure +already in biting young children +and sucking their blood. The Ogresses +had been put to bed very early that +night; they were all in one bed, which +was very large, and every one of them +had a crown of gold on her head. There +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>131]</a></span> +was another bed of the same size in the +room, and in this the Ogre’s wife put +the seven little boys, and then went to +bed herself along with her husband.</p> + +<p>Now Hop-o’-my-Thumb was afraid +that the Ogre would wake in the night, +and kill him and his brothers while they +were asleep. So he got out of bed in +the middle of the night as softly as he +could, took off all his brothers’ nightcaps +and his own, and crept with them +to the bed that the Ogre’s daughters +were in; he then took off their crowns, +and put the nightcaps on their heads +instead; next he put the crowns on his +brothers’ heads and his own, and got +into bed again; expecting, after this, +that, if the Ogre should come, he would +take him and his brothers for his own +children. Everything turned out as +he wished. The Ogre waked soon after +midnight, and began to be very sorry +that he had put off killing the boys till +the morning; so he jumped out of bed, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>132]</a></span> +and took hold of his large knife. “Let +us see,” said he, “what the young +rogues are about, and do the business +at once!” He then walked softly to +the room where they all slept, and went +up to the bed the boys were in, who +were all asleep except Hop-o’-my-Thumb. +He touched their heads one +at a time, and feeling the crowns of +gold, said to himself: “Oh, oh! I had +like to have made such a mistake! I +must have drunk too much wine last +night.”</p> + +<p>He went next to the bed that his own +little Ogresses were in, and when he felt +the nightcaps, he said, “Ah! here you +are, my lads”; and so in a moment he +cut the throats of all his daughters.</p> + +<p>He was very much pleased when he +had done this, and then went back to +his own bed. As soon as Hop-o’-my-Thumb +heard him snore he awoke his +brothers, and told them to put on their +clothes quickly, and follow him. They +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>133]</a></span> +stole down softly into the garden, and +then jumped from the wall into the +road; they ran as fast as their legs +could carry them, but were so much +afraid all the while that they hardly +knew which way to take. When the +Ogre waked in the morning he said to +his wife, grinning: “My dear, go and +dress the young rogues I saw last night.”</p> + +<p>The wife was quite surprised at hearing +her husband speak so kindly, and +did not dream of the real meaning of +his words. She supposed he wanted +her to help them to put on their clothes; +so she went up-stairs, and the first thing +she saw was her seven daughters with +their throats cut and all over blood. +This threw her into a fainting fit. The +Ogre was afraid his wife might be too +long in doing what he had set her about, +so he went himself to help her; but he +was as much shocked as she had been +at the dreadful sight of his bleeding +children. “Ah! what have I done?” +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>134]</a></span> +he cried. “But the little rascals shall +pay for it, I warrant them.”</p> + +<p>He first threw some water on his +wife’s face; and, as soon as she came +to herself, he said to her: “Bring me +quickly my seven-league boots, that I +may go and catch the little vipers.”</p> + +<p>The Ogre then put on these boots, +and set out with all speed. He strided +over many parts of the country, and +at last turned into the very road in +which the poor children were. For they +had set off towards the fagot-maker’s +cottage, which they had almost reached. +They watched the Ogre stepping from +mountain to mountain at one step, and +crossing rivers as if they had been tiny +brooks. At this Hop-o’-my-Thumb +thought a little what was to be done; +and spying a hollow place under a large +rock, he made his brothers get into it. +He then crept in himself, but kept his +eye fixed on the Ogre, to see what he +would do next.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>135]</a></span> +The Ogre found himself quite weary +with the journey he had gone, for seven-league +boots are very tiresome to the +person who wears them; so he now began +to think of resting, and happened +to sit down on the very rock where the +poor children were hid. As he was so +tired, and it was a hot day, he fell fast +asleep, and soon began to snore so loud +that the little fellows were terrified.</p> + +<p>When Hop-o’-my-Thumb saw this he +said to his brothers, “Courage, my lads! +never fear! you have nothing to do but +to steal away and get home while the +Ogre is fast asleep, and leave me to +shift for myself.”</p> + +<p>The brothers now were very glad to +do whatever he told them, and so they +soon came to their father’s house. In +the mean time Hop-o’-my-Thumb went +up to the Ogre softly, pulled off his +seven-league boots very gently, and +put them on his own legs; for though +the boots were very large, yet being +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>136]</a></span> +fairy-boots, they could make themselves +small enough to fit any leg they +pleased.</p> + +<p>As soon as ever Hop-o’-my-Thumb +had made sure of the Ogre’s seven-league +boots, he went at once to the +palace, and offered his services to carry +orders from the King to his army, which +was a great way off, and to bring back +the quickest accounts of the battle they +were just at that time fighting with the +enemy. In short, he thought he could +be of more use to the King than all his +mail-coaches, and so should make his +fortune in this manner. He succeeded +so well that in a short time he made +money enough to keep himself, his +father, mother, and six brothers, without +the trouble of working, for the rest +of their lives. Having done this, he +went back to his father’s cottage, where +all the family were delighted to see him +again. As the great fame of his boots +had been talked of at court in this time +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>137]</a></span> +the King sent for him, and indeed employed +him very often in the greatest +affairs of the state, so that he became +one of the richest men in the kingdom.</p> + +<p>And now let us see what became of +the wicked Ogre. He slept so soundly +that he never discovered the loss of his +boots; but having an evil conscience +and bad dreams, he fell in his sleep from +the corner of the rock where Hop-o’-my-Thumb +and his brothers had left +him, and bruised himself so much from +head to foot that he could not stir; +so he was forced to stretch himself out +at full length, and wait for some one +to come and help him.</p> + +<p>Now a good many fagot-makers +passed near the place where the Ogre +lay, and when they heard him groan +they went up to ask him what was the +matter. But the Ogre had eaten such +a great number of children in his lifetime +that he had grown so very big +and fat that these men could not even +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>138]</a></span> +have carried one of his legs, so they +were forced to leave him there. At +last night came on, and then a large +serpent came out of a wood just by +and stung him, so that he died in great +pain.</p> + +<p>By and by, Hop-o’-my-Thumb, who +had become the King’s first favorite, +heard of the Ogre’s death; and the first +thing he did was to tell his Majesty all +that the good-natured Ogress had done +to save the lives of himself and brothers. +The King was so much pleased at what +he heard that he asked Hop-o’-my-Thumb +if there was any favor he could +bestow upon her. Hop-o’-my-Thumb +thanked the King, and desired that the +Ogress might have the noble title of +Duchess of Draggletail given to her, +which was no sooner asked than granted. +The Ogress then came to court, and +lived very happily for many years, enjoying +the vast fortune she had found +in the Ogre’s chests. As for +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>139]</a></span> +Hop-o’-my-Thumb, he every day grew more +witty and brave; till at last the King +made him the greatest lord in the kingdom, +and set him over all his affairs.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>140]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top04" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>BEAUTY AND THE BEAST</h2> +<br /><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE was once a very rich merchant +who had six children—three +boys and three girls. As he was himself +a man of great sense, he spared no +expense for their education. The three +daughters were all handsome, but particularly +the youngest; indeed, she was +so very beautiful that in her childhood +every one called her the Little Beauty; +and being equally lovely when she was +grown up, nobody called her by any +other name, which made her sisters very +jealous of her. This youngest daughter +was not only more handsome than her +sisters, but also was better tempered. +The two eldest were vain of their wealth +and position. They gave themselves a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>141]</a></span> +thousand airs, and refused to visit other +merchants’ daughters; nor would they +condescend to be seen except with persons +of quality. They went every day +to balls, plays, and public walks, and +always made game of their youngest +sister for spending her time in reading +or other useful employments. As it +was well known that these young ladies +would have large fortunes, many great +merchants wished to get them for wives; +but the two eldest always answered +that, for their parts, they had no +thoughts of marrying any one below a +duke or an earl at least. Beauty had +quite as many offers as her sisters, but +she always answered, with the greatest +civility, that though she was much +obliged to her lovers, she would rather +live some years longer with her father, +as she thought herself too young to +marry.</p> + +<p>It happened that, by some unlucky +accident, the merchant suddenly lost +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>142]</a></span> +all his fortune, and had nothing left +but a small cottage in the country. +Upon this he said to his daughters, while +the tears ran down his cheeks, “My +children, we must now go and dwell in +the cottage, and try to get a living by +labor, for we have no other means of +support.” The two eldest replied that +they did not know how to work, and +would not leave town; for they had lovers +enough who would be glad to marry +them, though they had no longer any +fortune. But in this they were mistaken; +for when the lovers heard what +had happened, they said, “The girls +were so proud and ill-tempered that +all we wanted was their fortune; we are +not sorry at all to see their pride brought +down; let them show off their airs to +their cows and sheep.” But everybody +pitied poor Beauty, because she was so +sweet-tempered and kind to all, and +several gentlemen offered to marry her, +though she had not a penny; but Beauty +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>143]</a></span> +still refused, and said she could not +think of leaving her poor father in his +trouble. At first Beauty could not +help sometimes crying in secret for the +hardships she was now obliged to suffer; +but in a very short time she said to herself, +“All the crying in the world will +do me no good, so I will try to be +happy without a fortune.”</p> + +<p>When they had removed to their cottage +the merchant and his three sons +employed themselves in ploughing and +sowing the fields, and working in the +garden. Beauty also did her part, for +she rose by four o’clock every morning, +lighted the fires, cleaned the house, and +got ready the breakfast for the whole +family. At first she found all this very +hard; but she soon grew quite used to +it, and thought it no hardship; indeed, +the work greatly benefited her health. +When she had done she used to amuse +herself with reading, playing her music, +or singing while she spun. But her two +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>144]</a></span> +sisters were at a loss what to do to pass +the time away: they had their breakfast +in bed, and did not rise till ten +o’clock. Then they commonly walked +out, but always found themselves very +soon tired, when they would often sit +down under a shady tree, and grieve for +the loss of their carriage and fine clothes, +and say to each other, “What a mean-spirited, +poor, stupid creature our young +sister is, to be so content with this low +way of life!” But their father thought +differently, and loved and admired his +youngest child more than ever.</p> + +<p>After they had lived in this manner +about a year the merchant received a +letter, which informed him that one of +his richest ships, which he thought was +lost, had just come into port. This +news made the two eldest sisters almost +mad with joy, for they thought they +should now leave the cottage, and have +all their finery again. When they +found that their father must take a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>145]</a></span> +journey to the ship, the two eldest +begged he would not fail to bring them +back some new gowns, caps, rings, and +all sorts of trinkets. But Beauty asked +for nothing; for she thought in herself +that all the ship was worth would hardly +buy everything her sisters wished for. +“Beauty,” said the merchant, “how +comes it that you ask for nothing? +What can I bring you, my child?”</p> + +<p>“Since you are so kind as to think of +me, dear father,” she answered, “I +should be glad if you would bring me a +rose, for we have none in our garden.” +Now Beauty did not indeed wish for a +rose, nor anything else, but she only +said this that she might not affront her +sisters; otherwise they would have said +she wanted her father to praise her for +desiring nothing. The merchant took +his leave of them, and set out on his +journey; but when he got to the ship +some persons went to law with him +about the cargo, and after a deal of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>146]</a></span> +trouble he came back to his cottage as +poor as he had left it. When he was +within thirty miles of his home, and +thinking of the joy of again meeting his +children, he lost his way in the midst +of a dense forest. It rained and snowed +very hard, and, besides, the wind was +so high as to throw him twice from his +horse. Night came on, and he feared +he should die of cold and hunger, or be +torn to pieces by the wolves that he +heard howling round him. All at once +he cast his eyes towards a long avenue, +and saw at the end a light, but it seemed +a great way off. He made the best of +his way towards it, and found that it +came from a splendid palace, the windows +of which were all blazing with +light. It had great bronze gates, standing +wide open, and fine court-yards, +through which the merchant passed; +but not a living soul was to be seen. +There were stables too, which his poor, +starved horse, less scrupulous than +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>147]</a></span> +himself, entered at once, and took a good +meal of oats and hay. His master then +tied him up, and walked towards the +entrance-hall, but still without seeing a +single creature. He went on to a large +dining-parlor, where he found a good +fire, and a table covered with some very +nice dishes, but only one plate with a +knife and fork. As the snow and rain +had wetted him to the skin, he went up +to the fire to dry himself. “I hope,” +said he, “the master of the house or +his servants will excuse me, for it surely +will not be long now before I see +them.” He waited some time, but +still nobody came; at last the clock +struck eleven, and the merchant, being +quite faint for the want of food, helped +himself to a chicken, and to a few glasses +of wine, yet all the time trembling with +fear. He sat till the clock struck twelve, +and then, taking courage, began to +think he might as well look about him; +so he opened a door at the end of the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>148]</a></span> +hall, and went through it into a very +grand room, in which there was a fine +bed; and as he was feeling very weary, +he shut the door, took off his clothes, +and got into it.</p> + +<p>It was ten o’clock in the morning before +he awoke, when he was amazed to +see a handsome new suit of clothes laid +ready for him, instead of his own, which +were all torn and spoiled. “To be +sure,” said he to himself, “this place +belongs to some good fairy, who has +taken pity on my ill luck.” He looked +out of the window, and instead of the +snow-covered wood, where he had lost +himself the previous night, he saw the +most charming arbors covered with all +kinds of flowers. Returning to the +hall where he had supped, he found a +breakfast-table, ready prepared. “Indeed, +my good fairy,” said the merchant +aloud, “I am vastly obliged to you for +your kind care of me.” He then made +a hearty breakfast, took his hat, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>149]</a></span> +was going to the stable to pay his horse +a visit; but as he passed under one of +the arbors, which was loaded with roses, +he thought of what Beauty had asked +him to bring back to her, and so he took +a bunch of roses to carry home. At +the same moment he heard a loud noise, +and saw coming towards him a beast, +so frightful to look at that he was ready +to faint with fear. “Ungrateful man!” +said the beast, in a terrible voice, “I +have saved your life by admitting you +into my palace, and in return you steal +my roses, which I value more than anything +I possess. But you shall atone +for your fault: you shall die in a quarter +of an hour.”</p> + +<p>The merchant fell on his knees, and, +clasping his hands, said, “Sir, I humbly +beg your pardon. I did not think it +would offend you to gather a rose for +one of my daughters, who had entreated +me to bring her one home. Do not kill +me, my lord!”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>150]</a></span> +“I am not a lord, but a beast,” replied +the monster; “I hate false compliments, +so do not fancy that you can +coax me by any such ways. You tell +me that you have daughters; now I +will suffer you to escape if one of them +will come and die in your stead. If not, +promise that you will yourself return +in three months, to be dealt with as I +may choose.”</p> + +<p>The tender-hearted merchant had no +thoughts of letting any one of his +daughters die for his sake; but he knew +that if he seemed to accept the beast’s +terms, he should at least have the pleasure +of seeing them once again. So he +gave his promise, and was told he might +set off as soon as he liked. “But,” +said the beast, “I do not wish you to +go back empty-handed. Go to the +room you slept in, and you will find a +chest there; fill it with whatsoever you +like best, and I will have it taken to +your own house for you.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>151]</a></span> +When the beast had said this he +went away. The good merchant, left +to himself, began to consider that as +he must die—for he had no thought +of breaking a promise, made even to a +beast—he might as well have the comfort +of leaving his children provided for. +He returned to the room he had slept +in, and found there heaps of gold pieces +lying about. He filled the chest with +them to the very brim, locked it, and, +mounting his horse, left the palace as +sorrowful as he had been glad when he +first beheld it. The horse took a path +across the forest of his own accord, and +in a few hours they reached the merchant’s +house. His children came running +round him, but, instead of kissing +them with joy, he could not help weeping +as he looked at them. He held in +his hand the bunch of roses, which he +gave to Beauty, saying, “Take these +roses, Beauty; but little do you think +how dear they have cost your poor +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>152]</a></span> +father.” And then he gave them an +account of all that he had seen or heard +in the palace of the beast.</p> + +<p>The two eldest sisters now began to +shed tears, and to lay the blame upon +Beauty, who, they said, would be the +cause of her father’s death. “See,” +said they, “what happens from the +pride of the little wretch; why did not +she ask for such things as we did? But, +to be sure, miss must not be like other +people; and though she will be the +cause of her father’s death, yet she does +not shed a tear.”</p> + +<p>“It would be useless,” replied Beauty; +“for father shall not die. As the beast +will accept of one of his daughters, I +will give myself up, and be only too +happy to prove my love for the best of +fathers.”</p> + +<p>“No, sister,” said the three brothers, +with one voice, “that cannot be; we will +go in search of this monster, and either +he or we will perish.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>153]</a></span> +“Do not hope to kill him,” said the +merchant; “his power is far too great. +But Beauty’s young life shall not be +sacrificed; I am old, and cannot expect +to live much longer; so I shall but give +up a few years of my life, and shall only +grieve for the sake of my children.”</p> + +<p>“Never, father!” cried Beauty; “if +you go back to the palace, you cannot +hinder my going after you; though +young, I am not over-fond of life; and +I would much rather be eaten up by +the monster than die of grief for your +loss.”</p> + +<p>The merchant in vain tried to reason +with Beauty, who still obstinately kept +to her purpose; which, in truth, made +her two sisters glad, for they were jealous +of her, because everybody loved her.</p> + +<p>The merchant was so grieved at the +thoughts of losing his child that he +never once thought of the chest filled +with gold, but at night, to his great surprise, +he found it standing by his +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>154]</a></span> +bedside. He said nothing about his riches +to his eldest daughters, for he knew +very well it would at once make them +want to return to town; but he told +Beauty his secret, and she then said +that while he was away two gentlemen +had been on a visit at their cottage who +had fallen in love with her two sisters. +She entreated her father to marry them +without delay, for she was so sweet-natured +she only wished them to be happy.</p> + +<p>Three months went by only too fast, +and then the merchant and Beauty got +ready to set out for the palace of the +beast. Upon this the two sisters rubbed +their eyes with an onion to make +believe they were crying; both the merchant +and his sons cried in earnest. +Only Beauty shed no tears. They +reached the palace in a very few hours, +and the horse, without bidding, went +into the same stable as before. The +merchant and Beauty walked towards +the large hall, where they found a table +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>155]</a></span> +covered with every dainty, and two +plates laid ready. The merchant had +very little appetite; but Beauty, that she +might the better hide her grief, placed +herself at the table, and helped her +father; she then began to eat herself, +and thought all the time that, to be +sure, the beast had a mind to fatten her +before he ate her up, since he had provided +such good cheer for her. When +they had done their supper they heard +a great noise, and the good old man +began to bid his poor child farewell, +for he knew it was the beast coming to +them. When Beauty first saw that +frightful form she was very much terrified, +but tried to hide her fear. The +creature walked up to her and eyed +her all over; then asked her, in a dreadful +voice, if she had come quite of her +own accord.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Beauty.</p> + +<p>“Then you are a good girl, and I am +very much obliged to you.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>156]</a></span> +This was such an astonishingly civil +answer that Beauty’s courage rose; but +it sank again when the beast, addressing +the merchant, desired him to leave the +palace next morning, and never return +to it again. “And so good-night, merchant. +And good-night, Beauty.”</p> + +<p>“Good-night, beast,” she answered, +as the monster shuffled out of the room.</p> + +<p>“Ah! my dear child,” said the merchant, +kissing his daughter, “I am half +dead already, at the thought of leaving +you with this dreadful beast; you shall +go back and let me stay in your place.”</p> + +<p>“No,” said Beauty, boldly, “I will +never agree to that; you must go home +to-morrow morning.”</p> + +<p>Then they wished each other good-night +and went to bed, both of them +thinking they should not be able to +close their eyes; but as soon as ever +they had lain down they fell into a +deep sleep, and did not awake till morning. +Beauty dreamed that a lady came +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>157]</a></span> +up to her, who said: “I am very much +pleased, Beauty, with the goodness +you have shown, in being willing to +give your life to save that of your father. +Do not be afraid of anything; you shall +not go without a reward.”</p> + +<p>As soon as Beauty awoke she told her +father this dream; but though it gave +him some comfort, he was a long time +before he could be persuaded to leave +the palace. At last Beauty succeeded +in getting him safely away.</p> + +<p>When her father was out of sight +poor Beauty began to weep sorely; still, +having naturally a courageous spirit, +she soon resolved not to make her sad +case still worse by sorrow, which she +knew was vain, but to wait and be +patient. She walked about to take a +view of all the palace, and the elegance +of every part of it much charmed her.</p> + +<p>But what was her surprise when she +came to a door on which was written +<span class="smcap">Beauty’s Room</span>! She opened it in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>158]</a></span> +haste, and her eyes were dazzled by the +splendor and taste of the apartment. +What made her wonder more than all +the rest was a large library filled with +books, a harpsichord, and many pieces +of music. “The beast surely does not +mean to eat me up immediately,” said +she, “since he takes care I shall not be +at a loss how to amuse myself.” She +opened the library, and saw these verses +written in letters of gold on the back +of one of the books:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Beauteous lady, dry your tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here’s no cause for sighs or fears.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Command as freely as you may,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For you command and I obey.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>“Alas!” said she, sighing, “I wish I +could only command a sight of my +poor father, and to know what he is +doing at this moment.” Just then, by +chance, she cast her eyes on a looking-glass +that stood near her, and in it she +saw a picture of her old home, and her +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>159]</a></span> +father riding mournfully up to the door. +Her sisters came out to meet him, and +although they tried to look sorry, it +was easy to see that in their hearts they +were very glad. In a short time all +this picture disappeared, but it caused +Beauty to think that the beast, besides +being very powerful, was also very kind. +About the middle of the day she found +a table laid ready for her, and a sweet +concert of music played all the time she +was dining, without her seeing anybody. +But at supper, when she was +going to seat herself at table, she heard +the noise of the beast, and could not +help trembling with fear.</p> + +<p>“Beauty,” said he, “will you give +me leave to see you sup?”</p> + +<p>“That is as you please,” answered +she, very much afraid.</p> + +<p>“Not in the least,” said the beast; +“you alone command in this place. If +you should not like my company you +need only say so, and I will leave you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>160]</a></span> +that moment. But tell me, Beauty, +do you not think me very ugly?”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes,” said she, “for I cannot +tell a falsehood; but then I think you +are very good.”</p> + +<p>“Am I?” sadly replied the beast; +“yet, besides being ugly, I am also +very stupid: I know well enough that +I am but a beast.”</p> + +<p>“Very stupid people,” said Beauty, +“are never aware of it themselves.”</p> + +<p>At which kindly speech the beast +looked pleased, and replied, not without +an awkward sort of politeness, “Pray do +not let me detain you from supper, and be +sure that you are well served. All you +see is your own, and I should be deeply +grieved if you wanted for anything.”</p> + +<p>“You are very kind—so kind that I +almost forgot you are so ugly,” said +Beauty, earnestly.</p> + +<p>“Ah! yes,” answered the beast, with +a great sigh; “I hope I am good-tempered, +but still I am only a monster.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>161]</a></span> +“There is many a monster who wears +the form of a man; it is better of the +two to have the heart of a man and the +form of a monster.”</p> + +<p>“I would thank you, Beauty, for this +speech, but I am too senseless to say +anything that would please you,” returned +the beast, in a melancholy voice; +and altogether he seemed so gentle and +so unhappy that Beauty, who had the +tenderest heart in the world, felt her +fear of him gradually vanish.</p> + +<p>She ate her supper with a good appetite, +and conversed in her own sensible and +charming way, till at last, when the beast +rose to depart, he terrified her more than +ever by saying, abruptly, in his gruff +voice, “Beauty, will you marry me?”</p> + +<p>Now Beauty, frightened as she was, +would speak only the exact truth; besides, +her father had told her that the +beast liked only to have the truth spoken +to him. So she answered, in a very +firm tone, “No, beast.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>162]</a></span> +He did not go into a passion, or do +anything but sigh deeply, and depart.</p> + +<p>When Beauty found herself alone she +began to feel pity for the poor beast. +“Oh!” said she, “what a sad thing it is +that he should be so very frightful, since +he is so good-tempered!”</p> + +<p>Beauty lived three months in this +palace very well pleased. The beast +came to see her every night, and talked +with her while she supped; and though +what he said was not very clever, yet, +as she saw in him every day some new +goodness, instead of dreading the time +of his coming, she soon began continually +looking at her watch, to see if it were +nine o’clock; for that was the hour +when he never failed to visit her. One +thing only vexed her, which was that +every night before he went away he +always made it a rule to ask her if she +would be his wife, and seemed very +much grieved at her steadfastly replying +“No.” At last, one night, she said +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>163]</a></span> +to him, “You wound me greatly, beast, +by forcing me to refuse you so often; I +wish I could take such a liking to you +as to agree to marry you, but I must +tell you plainly that I do not think it +will ever happen. I shall always be +your friend, so try to let that content +you.”</p> + +<p>“I must,” sighed the beast, “for I +know well enough how frightful I am; +but I love you better than myself. Yet +I think I am very lucky in your being +pleased to stay with me; now promise +me, Beauty, that you will never leave me.”</p> + +<p>Beauty would almost have agreed to +this, so sorry was she for him, but she +had that day seen in her magic glass, +which she looked at constantly, that her +father was dying of grief for her sake.</p> + +<p>“Alas!” she said, “I long so much to +see my father that if you do not give +me leave to visit him I shall break my +heart.”</p> + +<p>“I would rather break mine, Beauty,” +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>164]</a></span> +answered the beast; “I will send you to +your father’s cottage, you shall stay +there, and your poor beast shall die of +sorrow.”</p> + +<p>“No,” said Beauty, crying, “I love +you too well to be the cause of your +death; I promise to return in a week. +You have shown me that my sisters +are married, and my brothers are gone +for soldiers, so that my father is left all +alone. Let me stay a week with him.”</p> + +<p>“You shall find yourself with him to-morrow +morning,” replied the beast; +“but mind, do not forget your promise. +When you wish to return you have +nothing to do but to put your ring on +a table when you go to bed. Good-bye, +Beauty!” The beast sighed as he said +these words, and Beauty went to bed +very sorry to see him so much grieved. +When she awoke in the morning she +found herself in her father’s cottage. +She rang a bell that was at her bedside, +and a servant entered; but as soon as +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>165]</a></span> +she saw Beauty the woman gave a loud +shriek; upon which the merchant ran +up-stairs, and when he beheld his daughter +he ran to her and kissed her a hundred +times. At last Beauty began to +remember that she had brought no +clothes with her to put on; but the servant +told her she had just found in the +next room a large chest full of dresses, +trimmed all over with gold, and adorned +with pearls and diamonds.</p> + +<p>Beauty, in her own mind, thanked +the beast for his kindness, and put on +the plainest gown she could find among +them all. She then desired the servant +to lay the rest aside, for she intended to +give them to her sisters; but, as soon +as she had spoken these words, the chest +was gone out of sight in a moment. Her +father then suggested perhaps the beast +chose for her to keep them all for herself; +and as soon as he had said this, +they saw the chest standing again in +the same place. While Beauty was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>166]</a></span> +dressing herself a servant brought word +to her that her sisters were come with +their husbands to pay her a visit. They +both lived unhappily with the gentlemen +they had married. The husband +of the eldest was very handsome, but +was so proud of this that he thought of +nothing else from morning till night, +and did not care a pin for the beauty of +his wife. The second had married a +man of great learning; but he made no +use of it, except to torment and affront +all his friends, and his wife more than +any of them. The two sisters were +ready to burst with spite when they saw +Beauty dressed like a princess, and looking +so very charming. All the kindness +that she showed them was of no use; +for they were vexed more than ever +when she told them how happy she +lived at the palace of the beast. The +spiteful creatures went by themselves +into the garden, where they cried to +think of her good-fortune.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>167]</a></span> +“Why should the little wretch be better +off than we?” said they. “We are +much handsomer than she is.”</p> + +<p>“Sister,” said the eldest, “a thought +has just come into my head: Let us try +to keep her here longer than the week +for which the beast gave her leave, and +then he will be so angry that perhaps +when she goes back to him he will eat +her up in a moment.”</p> + +<p>“That is well thought of,” answered +the other, “but to do this we must pretend +to be very kind.”</p> + +<p>They then went to join her in the cottage, +where they showed her so much +false love that Beauty could not help +crying for joy.</p> + +<p>When the week was ended the two +sisters began to pretend such grief at +the thought of her leaving them that +she agreed to stay a week more; but +all that time Beauty could not help +fretting for the sorrow that she knew +her absence would give her poor beast; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>168]</a></span> +for she tenderly loved him, and much +wished for his company again. Among +all the grand and clever people she saw +she found nobody who was half so sensible, +so affectionate, so thoughtful, or +so kind. The tenth night of her being +at the cottage she dreamed she was in +the garden of the palace, that the beast +lay dying on a grass-plot, and with his +last breath put her in mind of her promise, +and laid his death to her forsaking +him. Beauty awoke in a great fright, +and burst into tears. “Am not I +wicked,” said she, “to behave so ill +to a beast who has shown me so much +kindness? Why will not I marry him? +I am sure I should be more happy with +him than my sisters are with their husbands. +He shall not be wretched any +longer on my account; for I should do +nothing but blame myself all the rest +of my life.”</p> + +<p>She then rose, put her ring on the +table, got into bed again, and soon fell +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>169]</a></span> +asleep. In the morning she with joy +found herself in the palace of the beast. +She dressed herself very carefully, that +she might please him the better, and +thought she had never known a day +pass away so slowly. At last the clock +struck nine, but the beast did not come. +Beauty, dreading lest she might truly +have caused his death, ran from room to +room, calling out, “Beast, dear beast!” +but there was no answer. At last she +remembered her dream, rushed to the +grass-plot, and there saw him lying apparently +dead beside the fountain. Forgetting +all his ugliness, she threw herself +upon his body, and, finding his +heart still beat, she fetched some water +and sprinkled it over him, weeping and +sobbing the while.</p> + +<p>The beast opened his eyes. “You forgot +your promise, Beauty, and so I determined +to die; for I could not live +without you. I have starved myself +to death, but I shall die content +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>170]</a></span> +since I have seen your face once +more.”</p> + +<p>“No, dear beast,” cried Beauty, passionately, +“you shall not die; you shall +live to be my husband! I thought it +was only friendship I felt for you, but +now I know it was love.”</p> + +<p>The moment Beauty had spoken these +words the palace was suddenly lighted +up, and all kinds of rejoicings were heard +around them, none of which she noticed, +but hung over her dear beast with the +utmost tenderness. At last, unable to +restrain herself, she dropped her head +over her hands, covered her eyes, and +cried for joy; and, when she looked up +again, the beast was gone. In his stead +she saw at her feet a handsome, graceful +young prince, who thanked her with +the tenderest expressions for having +freed him from enchantment.</p> + +<p>“But where is my poor beast? I +only want him and nobody else,” sobbed +Beauty.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 386px;"> +<a name="prince" id="prince"></a> +<img src="images/fft10.jpg" width="386" height="600" +alt="Beauty is shocked as the beast transforms into the prince" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">She saw at her feet a handsome, graceful young prince</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>171]</a></span> +“I am he,” replied the prince. “A +wicked fairy condemned me to this form, +and forbade me to show that I had any +wit or sense till a beautiful lady should +consent to marry me. You alone, dearest +Beauty, judged me neither by my +looks nor by my talents, but by my +heart alone. Take it, then, and all that +I have besides, for all is yours.”</p> + +<p>Beauty, full of surprise, but very +happy, suffered the prince to lead her +to his palace, where she found her father +and sisters, who had been brought there +by the fairy-lady whom she had seen in +a dream the first night she came.</p> + +<p>“Beauty,” said the fairy, “you have +chosen well, and you have your reward, +for a true heart is better than either +good looks or clever brains. As for +you, ladies,” and she turned to the two +elder sisters, “I know all your ill deeds, +but I have no worse punishment for you +than to see your sister happy. You +shall stand as statues at the door of her +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>172]</a></span> +palace, and when you repent of and +have amended your faults, you shall +become women again. But, to tell you +the truth, I very much fear you will +remain statues forever.”</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>173]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top01" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>LITTLE SNOWDROP</h2> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">O</span>NCE upon a time, in the middle of +winter, when the flakes of snow +fell like feathers from the sky, a queen +sat at a window set in an ebony frame, +and sewed. While she was sewing and +watching the snow fall, she pricked her +finger with her needle, and three drops +of blood dropped on the snow. And +because the crimson looked so beautiful +on the white snow, she thought: “Oh +that I had a child as white as snow, as +red as blood, and as black as the wood +of this ebony frame!”</p> + +<p>Soon afterwards she had a little +daughter, who was as white as snow, +as red as blood, and had hair as black +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>174]</a></span> +as ebony. And when the child was +born the queen died.</p> + +<p>After a year had gone by the king +took another wife. She was a handsome +lady, but proud and haughty, and +could not endure that any one should +surpass her in beauty. She had a wonderful +mirror, and whenever she walked +up to it, and looked at herself in it, she +said:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Little glass upon the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is fairest among us all?”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>Then the mirror replied:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Lady queen, so grand and tall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou art the fairest of them all.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>And she was satisfied, for she knew +the mirror always told the truth. But +Snowdrop grew ever taller and fairer, +and at seven years old was beautiful +as the day, and more beautiful than the +queen herself. So once, when the queen +asked of her mirror:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>175]</a></span> +<span class="i0">“Little glass upon the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is fairest among us all?”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>it answered:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Lady queen, you are grand and tall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Snowdrop is fairest of you all.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>Then the queen was startled, and +turned yellow and green with envy. +From that hour she so hated Snowdrop, +that she burned with secret wrath +whenever she saw the maiden. Pride +and envy grew apace like weeds in her +heart, till she had no rest day or night. +So she called a huntsman and said: +“Take the child out in the forest, for +I will endure her no longer in my sight. +Kill her, and bring me her lungs and +liver as tokens that you have done it.”</p> + +<p>The huntsman obeyed, and led the +child away; but when he had drawn +his hunting-knife, and was about to +pierce Snowdrop’s innocent heart, she +began to weep, and said: “Ah! dear +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>176]</a></span> +huntsman, spare my life, and I will run +deep into the wild forest, and never +more come home.”</p> + +<p>The huntsman took pity on her, because +she looked so lovely, and said, +“Run away then, poor child!” (“The +wild beasts will soon make an end of +thee,” he thought.) But it seemed as if +a stone had been rolled from his heart +because he had avoided taking her life; +and as a little bear came by just then, +he killed it, took out its liver and lungs, +and carried them as tokens to the queen. +She made the cook dress them with +salt, and then the wicked woman ate +them, and thought she had eaten Snowdrop’s +lungs and liver. The poor child +was now all alone in the great forest, +and she felt frightened as she looked at +all the leafy trees, and knew not what +to do. So she began to run, and ran +over the sharp stones, and through the +thorns; and the wild beasts passed close +to her, but did her no harm. She ran +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>177]</a></span> +as long as her feet could carry her, and +when evening closed in, she saw a little +house, and went into it to rest herself. +Everything in the house was very small, +but I cannot tell you how pretty and +clean it was.</p> + +<p>There stood a little table, covered +with a white tablecloth, on which were +seven little plates (each little plate with +its own little spoon)—also seven little +knives and forks, and seven little cups. +Round the walls stood seven little beds +close together, with sheets as white as +snow. Snowdrop being so hungry and +thirsty, ate a little of the vegetables +and bread on each plate, and drank +a drop of wine from every cup, for +she did not like to empty one entirely.</p> + +<p>Then, being very tired, she laid herself +down in one of the beds, but could +not make herself comfortable, for one +was too long, and another too short. +The seventh, luckily, was just right; so +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>178]</a></span> +there she stayed, said her prayers, and +fell asleep.</p> + +<p>When it was grown quite dark, home +came the masters of the house, seven +dwarfs, who delved and mined for iron +among the mountains. They lighted +their seven candles, and as soon as +there was a light in the kitchen, they +saw that some one had been there, for +it was not quite so orderly as they had +left it.</p> + +<p>The first said, “Who has been sitting +on my stool?”</p> + +<p>The second, “Who has eaten off my +plate?”</p> + +<p>The third, “Who has taken part of +my loaf?”</p> + +<p>The fourth, “Who has touched my +vegetables?”</p> + +<p>The fifth, “Who has used my fork?”</p> + +<p>The sixth, “Who has cut with my +knife?”</p> + +<p>The seventh, “Who has drunk out +of my little cup?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>179]</a></span> +Then the first dwarf looked about, +and saw that there was a slight hollow +in his bed, so he asked, “Who has been +lying in my little bed?”</p> + +<p>The others came running, and each +called out, “Some one has also been +lying in my bed.”</p> + +<p>But the seventh, when he looked in +his bed, saw Snowdrop there, fast +asleep. He called the others, who +flocked round with cries of surprise, +fetched their seven candles, and cast +the light on Snowdrop.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Heaven,” they cried, “what a +lovely child!” and were so pleased that +they would not wake her, but let her +sleep on in the little bed. The seventh +dwarf slept with all his companions in +turn, an hour with each, and so they +spent the night. When it was morning +Snowdrop woke up, and was frightened +when she saw the seven dwarfs. They +were very friendly, however, and inquired +her name.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>180]</a></span> +“Snowdrop,” answered she.</p> + +<p>“How have you found your way to +our house?” further asked the dwarfs.</p> + +<p>So she told them how her stepmother +had tried to kill her, how the huntsman +had spared her life, and how she had run +the whole day through, till at last she +had found their little house.</p> + +<p>Then the dwarfs said, “If thou wilt +keep our house, cook, make the beds, +wash, sew and knit, and make all neat +and clean, thou canst stay with us and +shalt want for nothing.”</p> + +<p>“I will, right willingly,” said Snowdrop. +So she dwelt with them, and +kept their house in order. Every +morning they went out among the +mountains, to seek iron and gold, and +came home ready for supper in the +evening.</p> + +<p>The maiden being left alone all day +long, the good dwarfs warned her, saying, +“Beware of thy wicked stepmother, +who will soon find out that thou art +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>181]</a></span> +here; take care that thou lettest nobody +in.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 388px;"> +<a name="dwarfs" id="dwarfs"></a> +<img src="images/fft11.jpg" width="388" height="600" +alt="The dwarfs find the sleeping Snowdrop" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">“Oh, Heaven,” they cried, “what a lovely child!”</p> + +<p>The queen, however, after having, as +she thought, eaten Snowdrop’s lungs +and liver, had no doubt that she was +again the first and fairest woman in the +world; so she walked up to her mirror, +and said:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Little glass upon the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is fairest among us all?”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>The mirror replied:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Lady queen, so grand and tall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here you are fairest of them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But over the hills, with the seven dwarfs old,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lives Snowdrop, fairer a hundredfold.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>She trembled, knowing that the mirror +never told a falsehood; she felt sure +that the huntsman had deceived her, +and that Snowdrop was still alive. She +pondered once more, late and early, +early and late, how best to kill Snowdrop; +for envy gave her no rest, day or +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>182]</a></span> +night, while she herself was not the +fairest lady in the land. When she had +planned what to do she painted her +face, dressed herself like an old pedler-woman, +and altered her appearance so +much that no one could have known +her. In this disguise she went over the +seven hills to where the seven dwarfs +dwelt, knocked at the door, and cried, +“Good wares, cheap!—very cheap!”</p> + +<p>Snowdrop looked out of the window +and cried, “Good-morning, good woman. +What have you to sell?”</p> + +<p>“Good wares, smart wares,” answered +the queen—“bodice laces of all +colors;” and drew out one which was +woven of colored silk.</p> + +<p>“I may surely let this honest dame +in!” thought Snowdrop; so she unfastened +the door, and bought for herself +the pretty lace.</p> + +<p>“Child,” said the old woman, “what +a figure thou art! Let me lace thee for +once properly.” Snowdrop feared no +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>183]</a></span> +harm, so stepped in front of her, and +allowed her bodice to be fastened up +with the new lace.</p> + +<p>But the old woman laced so quick +and laced so tight that Snowdrop’s +breath was stopped, and she fell down +as if dead. “Now I am fairest at last,” +said the old woman to herself, and sped +away.</p> + +<p>The seven dwarfs came home soon +after, at eventide, but how alarmed +were they to find their poor Snowdrop +lifeless on the ground! They lifted her +up, and, seeing that she was laced too +tightly, cut the lace of her bodice; she +began to breathe faintly, and slowly +returned to life. When the dwarfs +heard what had happened, they said, +“The old pedler-woman was none other +than the wicked queen. Be careful of +thyself, and open the door to no one +if we are not at home.”</p> + +<p>The cruel stepmother walked up to her +mirror when she reached home, and said:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>184]</a></span> +<span class="i0">“Little glass upon the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is fairest among us all?”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>To which it answered, as usual:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Lady queen, so grand and tall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here you are fairest of them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But over the hills, with the seven dwarfs old,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lives Snowdrop, fairer a hundredfold.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>When she heard this she was so +alarmed that all the blood rushed to her +heart, for she saw plainly that Snowdrop +was still alive.</p> + +<p>“This time,” said she, “I will think +of some means that shall destroy her +utterly;” and with the help of witchcraft, +in which she was skilful, she +made a poisoned comb. Then she +changed her dress and took the shape +of another old woman.</p> + +<p>Again she crossed the seven hills to +the home of the seven dwarfs, knocked +at the door, and cried, “Good wares, +very cheap!”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>185]</a></span> +Snowdrop looked out and said, “Go +away—I dare let no one in.”</p> + +<p>“You may surely be allowed to look!” +answered the old woman, and she drew +out the poisoned comb and held it up. +The girl was so pleased with it that she +let herself be cajoled, and opened the +door.</p> + +<p>When the bargain was struck the +dame said, “Now let me dress your hair +properly for once.” Poor Snowdrop +took no heed, and let the old woman +begin; but the comb had scarcely touched +her hair before the poison worked, +and she fell down senseless.</p> + +<p>“Paragon of beauty!” said the wicked +woman, “all is over with thee now,” +and went away.</p> + +<p>Luckily it was near evening, and the +seven dwarfs soon came home. When +they found Snowdrop lifeless on the +ground they at once distrusted her +stepmother. They searched, and found +the poisoned comb; and as soon as they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>186]</a></span> +had drawn it out, Snowdrop came to +herself, and told them what had happened. +Again they warned her to be +careful, and open the door to no one.</p> + +<p>The queen placed herself before the +mirror at home and said:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Little glass upon the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is fairest among us all?”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>But it again answered:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Lady queen, so grand and tall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here, you are fairest of them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But over the hills, with the seven dwarfs old,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lives Snowdrop, fairer a thousandfold.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>When she heard the mirror speak +thus she quivered with rage. “Snowdrop +shall die,” she cried, “if it costs +my own life!”</p> + +<p>Then she went to a secret and lonely +chamber, where no one ever disturbed +her, and compounded an apple of deadly +poison. Ripe and rosy cheeked, it was so +beautiful to look upon that all who saw +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>187]</a></span> +it longed for it; but it brought death to +any who should eat it. When the apple +was ready she painted her face, disguised +herself as a peasant-woman, and +journeyed over the seven hills to where +the seven dwarfs dwelt. At the sound +of the knock Snowdrop put her head +out of the window, and said, “I cannot +open the door to anybody, for the seven +dwarfs have forbidden me to do so.”</p> + +<p>“Very well,” replied the peasant-woman; +“I only want to be rid of my +apples. Here, I will give you one of +them!”</p> + +<p>“No,” said Snowdrop, “I dare not +take it.”</p> + +<p>“Art thou afraid of being poisoned?” +asked the old woman. “Look here; I +will cut the apple in two, and you shall +eat the rosy side, and I the white.”</p> + +<p>Now the fruit was so cunningly made +that only the rosy side was poisoned. +Snowdrop longed for the pretty apple; +and when she saw the peasant-woman +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>188]</a></span> +eating it she could resist no longer, but +stretched out her hand and took the +poisoned half. She had scarcely tasted +it when she fell lifeless to the ground.</p> + +<p>The queen, laughing loudly, watched +her with a barbarous look, and cried: +“Oh, thou who art white as snow, red as +blood, and black as ebony, the seven +dwarfs cannot awaken thee this time!”</p> + +<p>And when she asked the mirror at +home,</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Little glass upon the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is fairest among us all?”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>the mirror at last replied,</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Lady queen, so grand and tall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You are the fairest of them all.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>So her envious heart had as much repose +as an envious heart can ever know.</p> + +<p>When the dwarfs came home in the +evening they found Snowdrop lying +breathless and motionless on the ground. +They lifted her up, searched whether +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>189]</a></span> +she had anything poisonous about her, +unlaced her, combed her hair, washed +her with water and with wine; but all +was useless, for they could not bring +the darling back to life. They laid her +on a bier, and all the seven placed themselves +round it, and mourned for her +three long days. Then they would +have buried her, but that she still looked +so fresh and lifelike, and had such lovely +rosy cheeks. “We cannot lower her +into the dark earth,” said they; and +caused a transparent coffin of glass to +be made, so that she could be seen on +all sides, and laid her in it, writing her +name outside in letters of gold, which +told that she was the daughter of a king. +Then they placed the coffin on the +mountain above, and one of them always +stayed by it and guarded it. But there +was little need to guard it, for even the +wild animals came and mourned for Snowdrop: +the birds likewise—first an owl, +and then a raven, and afterwards a dove.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>190]</a></span> +Long, long years did Snowdrop lay +in her coffin unchanged, looking as +though asleep, for she was still white +as snow, red as blood, and her hair was +as black as ebony. At last the son of +a king chanced to wander into the +forest, and came to the dwarf’s house +for a night’s shelter. He saw the coffin +on the mountain with the beautiful +Snowdrop in it, and read what was written +there in letters of gold. Then he +said to the dwarfs, “Let me have the +coffin! I will give you whatever you +like to ask for it.”</p> + +<p>But the dwarfs answered, “We would +not part with it for all the gold in the +world.”</p> + +<p>He said again, “Yet give it me; for I +cannot live without seeing Snowdrop, +and though she is dead, I will prize and +honor her as my beloved.”</p> + +<p>Then the good dwarfs took pity on +him, and gave him the coffin. The +prince had it borne away by his +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>191]</a></span> +servants. They happened to stumble over +a bush, and the shock forced the bit of +poisoned apple which Snowdrop had +tasted out of her throat. Immediately +she opened her eyes, raised the coffin-lid, +and sat up alive once more. “Oh, +heaven!” cried she, “where am I?”</p> + +<p>The prince answered, joyfully. “Thou +art with me,” and told her what had +happened, saying, “I love thee more +dearly than anything else in the world. +Come with me to my father’s castle, +and be my wife.”</p> + +<p>Snowdrop, well pleased, went with +him, and they were married with much +state and grandeur.</p> + +<p>The wicked stepmother was invited +to the feast. Richly dressed, she stood +before the mirror, and asked of it:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Little glass upon the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who is fairest among us all?”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>The mirror answered:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>192]</a></span> +<span class="i0">“Lady queen, so grand and tall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here, you are fairest among them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the young queen over the mountains old<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is fairer than you a thousandfold.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>The evil-hearted woman uttered a +curse, and could scarcely endure her +anguish. She first resolved not to attend +the wedding, but curiosity would +not allow her to rest. She determined +to travel, and see who that young queen +could be, who was the most beautiful +in all the world. When she came, and +found that it was Snowdrop alive again, +she stood petrified with terror and despair. +Then two iron shoes, heated +burning hot, were drawn out of the fire +with a pair of tongs, and laid before +her feet. She was forced to put them +on, and to go and dance at Snowdrop’s +wedding—dancing, dancing on these +red hot shoes till she fell down dead.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>193]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top02" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>THE STORY OF<br /> +THE THREE BEARS</h2> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">O</span>NCE upon a time there were Three +Bears, who lived together in a house +of their own in a wood. One of them +was a Little, Small, Wee Bear; and +one was a Middle-sized Bear, and the +other was a Great, Huge Bear. They +had each a pot for their porridge, a little +pot for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; +and a middle-sized pot for the Middle +Bear; and a great pot for the Great, +Huge Bear. And they had each a chair +to sit in; a little chair for the Little, +Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized +chair for the Middle Bear; and a great +chair for the Great, Huge Bear. And +they had each a bed to sleep in; a little +bed for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>194]</a></span> +and a middle-sized bed for the Middle +Bear; and a great bed for the Great, +Huge Bear.</p> + +<p>One day, after they had made the +porridge for their breakfast, and poured +it into their porridge-pots, they walked +out into the wood while the porridge +was cooling, that they might not burn +their mouths by beginning too soon to +eat it. And while they were walking +a little old woman came to the house. +She could not have been a good, honest +old woman; for, first, she looked in at +the window, and then she peeped in at +the key-hole; and, seeing nobody in the +house, she lifted the latch. The door +was not fastened, because the bears +were good bears, who did nobody any +harm, and never suspected that anybody +would harm them. So the little +old woman opened the door and went +in, and well pleased she was when she +saw the porridge on the table. If she +had been a good little old woman she +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>195]</a></span> +would have waited till the bears came +home, and then, perhaps, they would +have asked her to breakfast; for they +were good bears—a little rough or so, +as the manner of bears is, but for all +that very good-natured and hospitable. +But she was an impudent, bad old woman, +and set about helping herself.</p> + +<p>So first she tasted the porridge of the +Great, Huge Bear, and that was too +hot for her; and she said a bad word +about that. And then she tasted the +porridge of the Middle Bear, and that +was too cold for her; and she said a bad +word about that, too. And then she +went to the porridge of the Little, Small, +Wee Bear, and tasted that, and that +was neither too hot nor too cold, but +just right, and she liked it so well that +she ate it all up; but the naughty old +woman said a bad word about the little +porridge-pot, because it did not hold +enough for her.</p> + +<p>Then the little old woman sate down +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>196]</a></span> +in the chair of the Great, Huge Bear, +and that was too hard for her. And +then she sate down in the chair of the +Middle Bear, and that was too soft for +her. And then she sate down in the +chair of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, and +that was neither too hard nor too soft, +but just right. So she seated herself +in it, and there she sate till the bottom +of the chair came out, and down came +she, plump upon the ground. And the +naughty old woman said a wicked word +about that, too.</p> + +<p>Then the little old woman went up-stairs +into the bedchamber in which +the three bears slept. And first she +lay down upon the bed of the Great, +Huge Bear; but that was too high at +the head for her. And next she lay +down upon the bed of the Middle Bear; +and that was too high at the foot for +her. And then she lay down upon the +bed of the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and +that was neither too high at the head +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>197]</a></span> +nor at the foot, but just right. So she +covered herself up comfortably, and +lay there till she fell fast asleep.</p> + +<p>By this time the three bears thought +their porridge would be cool enough, +so they came home to breakfast. Now +the little old woman had left the spoon +of the Great, Huge Bear standing in +his porridge.</p> + +<p class="center">“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY +PORRIDGE!”</p> + +<p>said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, +rough, gruff voice. And when the Middle +Bear looked at his, he saw that the +spoon was standing in it, too. They were +wooden spoons; if they had been silver +ones the naughty old woman would +have put them in her pocket.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">“Somebody Has Been At My Porridge!”</p> + +<p>said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>198]</a></span> +Then the Little, Small, Wee Bear looked +at his, and there was the spoon in +the porridge-pot, but the porridge was +all gone.</p> + +<p class="center">“<i>Somebody has been at my porridge, +and has eaten it all up!</i>”</p> + +<p>said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his +little, small, wee voice.</p> + +<p>Upon this the three bears, seeing that +some one had entered their house, and +eaten up the Little, Small, Wee Bear’s +breakfast, began to look about them. +Now the little old woman had not put +the hard cushion straight when she rose +from the chair of the Great, Huge Bear.</p> + +<p class="center">“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING +IN MY CHAIR!”</p> + +<p>said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, +rough, gruff voice.</p> + +<p>And the little old woman had squatted +down the soft cushion of the Middle +Bear.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>199]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center smcap">“Somebody Has Been Sitting In +My Chair!”</p> + +<p>said the Middle Bear, in his middle +voice.</p> + +<p>And you know what the little old +woman had done to the third chair.</p> + +<p class="center">“<i>Somebody has been sitting in my chair, +and has sate the bottom of it out!</i>”</p> + +<p>said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his +little, small, wee voice.</p> + +<p>Then the three bears thought it necessary +that they should make further +search, so they went up-stairs into their +bedchamber. Now the little old woman +had pulled the pillow of the Great, +Huge Bear out of its place.</p> + +<p class="center">“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!”</p> + +<p>said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, +rough, gruff voice.</p> + +<p>And the little old woman had pulled +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>200]</a></span> +the bolster of the Middle Bear out of +its place.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">“Somebody Has Been Lying in My +Bed!”</p> + +<p>said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.</p> + +<p>And when the Little, Small, Wee Bear +came to look at his bed, there was the +bolster in its place, and the pillow in +its place upon the bolster, and upon the +pillow was the little old woman’s ugly, +dirty head—which was not in its place, +for she had no business there.</p> + +<p class="center">“<i>Somebody has been lying in my bed—and +here she is!</i>”</p> + +<p>said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his +little, small, wee voice.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 389px;"> +<a name="bears" id="bears"></a> +<img src="images/fft12.jpg" width="389" height="600" +alt="The old woman wakes up to find the bears looking at her" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">The voice of the little, small, wee bear awakened her at once</p> + +<p>The little old woman had heard in +her sleep the great, rough, gruff voice +of the Great, Huge Bear; but she was so +fast asleep that it was no more to her +than the roaring of wind or the rumbling +of thunder. And she had heard the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>201]</a></span> +middle voice of the Middle Bear, but it +was only as if she had heard some one +speaking in a dream. But when she +heard the little, small, wee voice of the +Little, Small, Wee Bear, it was so sharp +and so shrill that it awakened her at +once. Up she started; and when she +saw the Three Bears on one side of the +bed she tumbled herself out at the other +and ran to the window. Now the +window was open, because the bears, +like good, tidy bears as they were, always +opened their bedchamber window +when they got up in the morning. +Out the little old woman jumped; and +whether she broke her neck in the fall, +or ran into the wood and was lost there, +or found her way out of the wood and +was taken up by the constable and sent +to the House of Correction for a vagrant +as she was, I cannot tell. But the Three +Bears never saw anything more of her.</p> + +<p class="credit">From “The Green Fairy Book,” edited by Andrew Lang, +by the courtesy of Longmans, Green & Co.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>202]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top03" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-RED</h2> +<br /><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">A</span> POOR widow lived alone in a little +cottage, in front of which was a +garden, where stood two little rose-trees: +one bore white roses, the other +red. The widow had two children who +resembled the two rose-trees: one was +called Snow-white, and the other Rose-red. +They were two of the best children +that ever lived; but Snow-white was +quieter and more gentle than Rose-red. +Rose-red liked best to jump about in +the meadows, to look for flowers and +catch butterflies; but Snow-white sat at +home with her mother, helped her in the +house, or read to her when there was +nothing else to do. The two children +loved one another so much that they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>203]</a></span> +always walked hand in hand; and +when Snow-white said, “We will not +forsake one another,” Rose-red answered, +“Never, as long as we live;” and the +mother added, “Yes, my children, whatever +one has, let her divide with the +other.” They often ran about in solitary +places, and gathered red berries; +and the wild creatures of the wood +never hurt them, but came confidingly +up to them. The little hare ate cabbage-leaves +out of their hands, the doe +grazed at their side, the stag sprang +merrily past them, and the birds remained +sitting on the boughs, and never +ceased their songs. They met with no +accident if they loitered in the wood +and night came on; they lay down together +on the moss, and slept till morning; +and the mother knew this, and was +in no anxiety about them. Once, when +they had spent the night in the wood, +and the red morning awoke them, they +saw a beautiful child, in a shining white +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>204]</a></span> +dress, sitting by the place where they +had slept, who, arising, and looking at +them kindly, said nothing, but went +into the wood. And when they looked +round they found out that they had +been sleeping close to a precipice, and +would certainly have fallen down it if +they had gone a few steps farther in the +dark. Their mother told them it must +have been the angel that takes care of +good children who had sat by them all +night long.</p> + +<p>Snow-white and Rose-red kept their +mother’s cottage so clean that it was +a pleasure to look into it. In the summer +Rose-red managed the house, and +every morning she gathered a nosegay +in which was a rose off each tree, and +set it by her mother’s bed before she +awoke. In winter Snow-white lighted +the fire, and hung the kettle on the +hook; and though it was only copper +it shone like gold, it was rubbed so +clean. In the evening, when the snow +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>205]</a></span> +fell, the mother said, “Go, Snow-white, +and bolt the door;” and then they seated +themselves on the hearth, and the +mother took her spectacles, and read +aloud out of a great book, and the two +girls listened, and sat and span. Near +them lay a lamb on the floor, and behind +them, on a perch, sat a white dove, with +its head under its wing.</p> + +<p>One evening, as they were thus happy +together, some one knocked to be +let in. The mother said, “Quick, Rose-red, +open the door; perhaps it is a +traveller who seeks shelter.” Rose-red +went and pushed the bolt back, and +thought it was a poor man; but a bear +stretched his thick black head into the +door. Rose-red screamed and sprang +back, the little lamb bleated, the little +dove fluttered about, and Snow-white +hid herself behind her mother’s bed. +However, the bear began to speak, and +said, “Do not be frightened, I will +do you no harm; I am half frozen, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>206]</a></span> +and only want to warm myself a little.”</p> + +<p>“You poor bear,” said the mother, +“lay yourself down before the fire, +only take care your fur does not burn.” +Then she called out: “Snow-white and +Rose-red, come out; the bear will not +hurt you—he means honestly by us.” +Then they both came out, and, by +degrees, the lamb and the dove also +approached, and ceased to be afraid. +The bear said, “Children, knock the +snow a little out of my fur;” and they +fetched a broom, and swept the bear’s +skin clean; and he stretched himself +before the fire and growled softly, like +a bear that was quite happy and comfortable. +In a short time they all became +quite friendly together, and the +children played tricks with the awkward +guest. They pulled his hair, set +their feet on his back, and rolled him +here and there; or took a hazel rod and +beat him, and when he growled they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>207]</a></span> +laughed. The bear was very much +pleased with this frolic, only, when +they became too mischievous, he called +out: “Children, leave me alone.</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">“Little Snow-white and Rose-red,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You will strike your lover dead.”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<p>When bedtime came, and the others +went to sleep, the mother said to the +bear: “You can lie there on the hearth, +and then you will be sheltered from the +cold and the bad weather.” At daybreak +the two children let him out, +and he trotted over the snow into the +wood. Henceforward the bear came +every evening at the same hour, laid +himself on the hearth, and allowed the +children to play with him as much as +they liked; and they became so used +to him that the door was never bolted +until their black companion had arrived. +When spring came, and everything +was green out-of-doors, the bear +said one morning to Snow-white: “Now +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>208]</a></span> +I must go away, and may not come +again the whole summer.”</p> + +<p>“Where are you going, dear Bear?” +asked Snow-white.</p> + +<p>“I must go into the wood, and guard +my treasures from the bad dwarfs; in +winter, when the ground is frozen hard, +they have to stay underneath, and cannot +work their way through, but now +that the sun has thawed and warmed +the earth, they break through, come +up, seek, and steal; what is once in their +hands, and lies in their caverns, does +not come so easily into daylight again.” +Snow-white was quite sorrowful at +parting, and as she unbolted the door +for him, and the bear ran out, the hook +of the door caught him, and a piece of +his skin tore off; it seemed to Snow-white +as if she had seen gold shining +through, but she was not sure. But +the bear ran quickly away, and soon +disappeared behind the trees.</p> + +<p>After some time, their mother sent +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>209]</a></span> +the children into the wood to collect +fagots. They found there a large tree, +which had been cut down and lay on +the ground, and by the trunk something +was jumping up and down, but +they could not tell what it was. As +they came nearer they saw that it was +a dwarf with an old withered face, and +a snow-white beard a yard long. The +end of the beard was stuck fast in a +cleft in the tree, and the little fellow +jumped about like a dog on a rope, and +did not know how to help himself. He +stared at the girls with his fiery red +eyes, and screamed out: “Why do you +stand there? Can’t you come and render +me some assistance?”</p> + +<p>“What is the matter with you, little +man?” asked Rose-red.</p> + +<p>“Stupid little goose!” answered the +dwarf; “I wanted to chop the tree, so +as to have some small pieces of wood +for the kitchen; we only want little bits; +with thick logs the small quantity of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>210]</a></span> +food that we cook for ourselves—we +are not, like you, great greedy people—burns +directly. I had driven the +wedge well in, and it was all going on +right, but the detestable wood was too +smooth, and sprang out unexpectedly; +and the tree closed up so quickly that +I could not pull my beautiful white +beard out; now it is sticking there, and +I can’t get away. There, you foolish, +soft, milk-faces, you are laughing and +crying out: ‘How ugly you are! how +ugly you are!’”</p> + +<p>The children took a great deal of +trouble, but they could not pull the +beard out; it stuck too fast.</p> + +<p>“I will run and fetch somebody,” +said Rose-red.</p> + +<p>“You great ninny!” snarled the +dwarf, “to want to call more people; +you are too many for me now. Can’t +you think of anything better?”</p> + +<p>“Only don’t be impatient,” said +Snow-white. “I have thought of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>211]</a></span> +something;” and she took her little scissors +out of her pocket, and cut the end of +the beard off.</p> + +<p>As soon as the dwarf felt himself free +he seized a sack filled with gold that was +sticking between the roots of the tree; +pulling it out, he growled to himself: +“You rude people, to cut off a piece of +my beautiful beard! May evil reward +you!” Then he threw his sack over +his shoulders, and walked away without +once looking at the children.</p> + +<p>Some time afterwards Snow-white +and Rose-red wished to catch some fish +for dinner. As they came near to the +stream they saw that something like a +grasshopper was jumping towards the +water, as if it were going to spring +in. They ran on and recognized the +dwarf.</p> + +<p>“Where are you going?” asked Rose-red. +“You don’t want to go into the +water?”</p> + +<p>“I am not such a fool as that,” cried +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>212]</a></span> +the dwarf. “Don’t you see the detestable +fish wants to pull me in?”</p> + +<p>The little fellow had been sitting there +fishing, and, unluckily, the wind had entangled +his beard with the line. When +directly afterwards a great fish bit at +his hook the weak creature could not +pull him out, so the fish was pulling the +dwarf into the water. It is true he +caught hold of all the reeds and rushes, +but that did not help him much; he +had to follow all the movements of the +fish, and was in imminent danger of +being drowned. The girls, coming at +the right time, held him fast and tried +to get the beard loose from the line, but +in vain—beard and line were entangled +fast together. There was nothing to +do but to pull out the scissors and to cut +off the beard, in doing which a little +piece of it was lost. When the dwarf +saw that, he cried out: “Is that manners, +you goose! to disfigure one’s face +so? Is it not enough that you once +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>213]</a></span> +cut my beard shorter? But now you +have cut the best part of it off, I dare +not be seen by my people. I wish you +had had to run, and had lost the soles +of your shoes!” Then he fetched a sack +of pearls that lay among the rushes, +and, without saying a word more, he +dragged it away and disappeared behind +a stone.</p> + +<p>Soon after the mother sent the two +girls to the town to buy cotton, needles, +cord, and tape. The road led them by +a heath, scattered over which lay great +masses of rock. There they saw a large +bird hovering in the air; it flew round +and round just above them, always sinking +lower and lower, and at last it settled +down by a rock not far distant. +Directly after they heard a piercing, +wailing cry. They ran up, and saw +with horror that the eagle had seized +their old acquaintance, the dwarf, and +was going to carry him off. The compassionate +children instantly seized hold +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>214]</a></span> +of the little man, held him fast, and +struggled so long that the eagle let his +prey go.</p> + +<p>When the dwarf had recovered from +his first fright, he called out, in his +shrill voice: “Could not you deal rather +more gently with me? You have torn +my thin coat all in tatters, awkward, +clumsy creatures that you are!” Then +he took a sack of precious stones, and +slipped behind the rock again into his +den. The girls, who were used to his +ingratitude, went on their way, and +completed their business in the town. +As they were coming home again over +the heath they surprised the dwarf, +who had emptied his sack of precious +stones on a little clean place, and had +not thought that any one would come +by there so late. The evening sun shone +on the glittering stones, which looked +so beautiful in all their colors that the +children could not help standing still +to gaze.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>215]</a></span> +“Why do you stand there gaping?” +cried the dwarf, his ash-colored face +turning vermilion with anger.</p> + +<p>With these cross words he was going +away when he heard a loud roaring, +and a black bear trotted out of the +woods towards them. The dwarf sprang +up terrified, but he could not get to his +lurking-hole again—the bear was already +close upon him. Then he called +out in anguish:</p> + +<p>“Dear Mr. Bear, spare me, and you +shall have all my treasures; look at the +beautiful precious stones that lie there. +Give me my life; for what do you want +with a poor thin little fellow like me? +You would scarcely feel me between +your teeth. Rather seize those two +wicked girls; they will be tender morsels +for you, as fat as young quails; pray, +eat them at once.”</p> + +<p>The bear, without troubling himself +to answer, gave the malicious creature +one single stroke with his paw, and he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>216]</a></span> +did not move again. The girls had run +away, but the bear called after them: +“Snow-white and Rose-red, do not be +frightened; wait, I will go with you.” +Recognizing the voice of their old +friend, they stood still, and when the +bear came up to them his skin suddenly +fell off; and behold he was not a bear, +but a handsome young man dressed all +in gold.</p> + +<p>“I am a king’s son,” said he; “I was +changed by the wicked dwarf, who had +stolen all my treasures, into a wild bear, +and obliged to run about in the wood +until I should be freed by his death. +Now he has received his well-deserved +punishment.”</p> + +<p>So they all went home together to +the widow’s cottage, and Snow-white +was married to the prince and Rose-red +to his brother. They divided between +them the great treasures which +the dwarf had amassed. The old mother +lived many quiet and happy years with +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>217]</a></span> +her children; but when she left her cottage +for the palace she took the two +rose-trees with her, and they stood before +her window and bore every year +the most beautiful roses—one white +and the other red.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>218]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top04" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>THE WILD SWANS</h2> +<br /><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">F</span>AR away, where the swallows take +refuge in winter, lived a king who +had eleven sons and one daughter, Elise. +The eleven brothers—they were all +princes—used to go to school with stars +on their breasts and swords at their +sides. They wrote upon golden slates +with diamond pencils, and could read +just as well without a book as with one, +so there was no mistake about their +being real princes. Their sister Elise +sat upon a little footstool of looking-glass, +and she had a picture-book which +had cost the half of a kingdom. Oh, +these children were very happy; but +it was not to last thus forever.</p> + +<p>Their father, who was king over all +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>219]</a></span> +the land, married a wicked queen who +was not at all kind to the poor children; +they found that out on the first day. +All was festive at the castle, but when +the children wanted to play at having +company, instead of having as many +cakes and baked apples as ever they +wanted, she would only let them have +some sand in a tea-cup, and said they +must make-believe.</p> + +<p>In the following week she sent little +Elise into the country to board with +some peasants, and it did not take her +long to make the king believe so many +bad things about the boys that he +cared no more about them.</p> + +<p>“Fly out into the world and look +after yourselves,” said the wicked queen; +“you shall fly about like birds without +voices.”</p> + +<p>But she could not make things as bad +for them as she would have liked; they +turned into eleven beautiful wild swans. +They flew out of the palace window +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>220]</a></span> +with a weird scream, right across the +park and the woods.</p> + +<p>It was very early in the morning +when they came to the place where +their sister Elise was sleeping in the +peasant’s house. They hovered over +the roof of the house, turning and twisting +their long necks, and flapping their +wings; but no one either heard or saw +them. They had to fly away again, +and they soared up towards the clouds, +far out into the wide world, and they +settled in a big, dark wood, which +stretched right down to the shore.</p> + +<p>Poor little Elise stood in the peasant’s +room, playing with a green leaf, +for she had no other toys. She made a +little hole in it, which she looked through +at the sun, and it seemed to her as if +she saw her brothers’ bright eyes. +Every time the warm sunbeams shone +upon her cheek it reminded her of their +kisses. One day passed just like another. +When the wind whistled through +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>221]</a></span> +the rose-hedges outside the house, it +whispered to the roses: “Who can be +prettier than you are?” But the roses +shook their heads and answered: “Elise!” +And when the old woman sat in the +doorway reading her Psalms the wind +turned over the leaves and said to the +book: “Who can be more pious than +you?” “Elise!” answered the book. +Both the roses and the book of Psalms +only spoke the truth.</p> + +<p>She was to go home when she was +fifteen, but when the queen saw how +pretty she was she got very angry, and +her heart was filled with hatred. She +would willingly have turned her into +a wild swan too, like her brothers, but +she did not dare to do it at once, for +the king wanted to see his daughter. +The queen always went to the bath in +the early morning. It was built of +marble, and adorned with soft cushions +and beautiful carpets.</p> + +<p>She took three toads, kissed them, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>222]</a></span> +and said to the first: “Sit upon Elise’s +head when she comes to the bath, so +that she may become sluggish like +yourself.” “Sit upon her forehead,” +she said to the second, “that she may +become ugly like you, and then her +father won’t know her! Rest upon her +heart,” she whispered to the third. +“Let an evil spirit come over her, which +may be a burden to her.” Then she +put the toads into the clean water, and +a green tinge immediately came over it. +She called Elise, undressed her, and +made her go into the bath; when she +ducked under the water, one of the +toads got among her hair, the other +got onto her forehead, and the third +onto her bosom. But when she stood +up three scarlet poppies floated on the +water; had not the creatures been +poisonous, and kissed by the sorceress, +they would have been changed into +crimson roses, but yet they became +flowers from merely having rested a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>223]</a></span> +moment on her head and her heart. +She was far too good and innocent for +the sorcery to have any power over her. +When the wicked queen saw this she +rubbed her over with walnut juice, and +smeared her face with some evil-smelling +salve. She also matted up her +beautiful hair; it would have been impossible +to recognize pretty Elise. When +her father saw her, he was quite horrified, +and said that she could not be his +daughter. Nobody would have anything +to say to her, except the yard +dog and the swallows, and they were +only poor dumb animals whose opinion +went for nothing.</p> + +<p>Poor Elise wept, and thought of her +eleven brothers who were all lost. She +crept sadly out of the palace and wandered +about all day, over meadows and +marshes, and into a big forest. She +did not know in the least where she +wanted to go, but she felt very sad, +and longed for her brothers, who, no +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>224]</a></span> +doubt, like herself had been driven out +of the palace. She made up her mind +to go and look for them, but she had +only been in the wood for a short time +when night fell. She had quite lost +her way, so she lay down upon the soft +moss, said her evening prayer, and +rested her head on a little hillock. It +was very still and the air was mild; +hundreds of glow-worms shone around +her on the grass and in the marsh like +green fire. When she gently moved +one of the branches over her head the +little shining insects fell over her like +a shower of stars. She dreamed about +her brothers all night long. Again +they were children playing together: +they wrote upon the golden slates with +their diamond pencils, and she looked at +the picture-book which had cost half +a kingdom. But they no longer wrote +strokes and noughts upon their slates +as they used to do; no, they wrote down +all their boldest exploits, and everything +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>225]</a></span> +that they had seen and experienced. +Everything in the picture-book +was alive, the birds sang, and the people +walked out of the book, and spoke to +Elise and her brothers. When she turned +over a page they skipped back into +their places again, so that there should +be no confusion among the pictures.</p> + +<p>When she woke the sun was already +high; it is true she could not see it very +well through the thick branches of the +lofty forest trees, but the sunbeams +cast a golden shimmer around beyond +the forest. There was a fresh, delicious +scent of grass and herbs in the air, and +the birds were almost ready to perch +upon her shoulders. She could hear +the splashing of water, for there were +many springs around, which all flowed +into a pond with a lovely sandy bottom. +It was surrounded with thick +bushes, but there was one place which +the stags had trampled down, and Elise +passed through the opening to the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>226]</a></span> +water side. It was so transparent +that had not the branches been moved +by the breeze she must have thought +that they were painted on the bottom, +so plainly was every leaf reflected, both +those on which the sun played, and +those which were in shade.</p> + +<p>When she saw her own face she was +quite frightened, it was so brown and +ugly; but when she wet her little hand +and rubbed her eyes and forehead her +white skin shone through again. Then +she took off all her clothes and went +into the fresh water. A more beautiful +royal child than she could not be +found in all the world.</p> + +<p>When she had put on her clothes +again and plaited her long hair she +went to a sparkling spring, and drank +some of the water out of the hollow of +her hand. Then she wandered farther +into the wood, though where she was +going she had not the least idea. She +thought of her brothers, and she thought +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>227]</a></span> +of a merciful God who would not forsake +her. He let the wild crab-apples +grow to feed the hungry. He showed +her a tree, the branches of which were +bending beneath their weight of fruit. +Here she made her midday meal, and, +having put props under the branches, +she walked on into the thickest part of +the forest. It was so quiet that she +heard her own footsteps; she heard +every little withered leaf which bent +under her feet. Not a bird was to be +seen, not a ray of sunlight pierced the +leafy branches, and the tall trunks were +so close together that when she looked +before her it seemed as if a thick fence +of heavy beams hemmed her in on +every side. The solitude was such as +she had never known before.</p> + +<p>It was a very dark night, not a single +glow-worm sparkled in the marsh; sadly +she lay down to sleep, and it seemed +to her as if the branches above her +parted asunder, and the Saviour looked +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>228]</a></span> +down upon her with His loving eyes, +and little angels’ heads peeped out +above His head and under His arms.</p> + +<p>When she woke in the morning she +was not sure if she had dreamed this, +or whether it was really true.</p> + +<p>She walked a little farther, when she +met an old woman with a basket full +of berries, of which she gave her some. +Elise asked if she had seen eleven +princes ride through the wood. “No,” +said the old woman, “but yesterday I +saw eleven swans, with golden crowns +upon their heads, swimming in the +stream close by here.”</p> + +<p>She led Elise a little farther to a slope, +at the foot of which the stream meandered. +The trees on either bank stretched +out their rich, leafy branches towards +each other, and where, from their +natural growth, they could not reach +each other, they had torn their roots +out of the ground, and leaned over the +water so as to interlace their branches.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>229]</a></span> +Elise said good-bye to the old woman +and walked along by the river till +it flowed out into the great open sea.</p> + +<p>The beautiful open sea lay before the +maiden, but not a sail was to be seen +on it—not a single boat. How was she +ever to get any farther? She looked at +the numberless little pebbles on the +beach; they were all worn quite round +by the water. Glass, iron, stone, +whatever was washed up, had taken their +shapes from the water, which yet was +much softer than her little hand. +“With all its rolling, it is untiring, and +everything hard is smoothed down. I +will be just as untiring! Thank you +for your lesson, you clear rolling waves! +Some time, so my poor heart tells me, +you will bear me to my beloved brothers!”</p> + +<p>Eleven white swans’ feathers were +lying on the sea-weed; she picked them +up and made a bunch of them. There were +still drops of water on them. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>230]</a></span> +Whether these were dew or tears no +one could tell. It was very lonely +there by the shore, but she did not feel +it, for the sea was ever changing. There +were more changes on it in the course +of a few hours than could be seen on +an inland fresh-water lake in a year. +If a big black cloud arose it was just +as if the sea wanted to say, “I can look +black too,” and then the wind blew up +and the waves showed their white +crests. But if the clouds were red and +the wind dropped, the sea looked like +a rose-leaf, now white, now green. But, +however still it was, there was always +a little gentle motion just by the shore; +the water rose and fell softly, like the +bosom of a sleeping child.</p> + +<p>When the sun was just about to go +down, Elise saw eleven wild swans with +golden crowns upon their heads flying +towards the shore. They flew in a +swaying line, one behind the other, like +a white ribbon streamer. Elise climbed +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>231]</a></span> +up onto the bank and hid behind a +bush; the swans settled close by her +and flapped their great white wings.</p> + +<p>As soon as the sun had sunk beneath +the water the swans shed their feathers +and became eleven handsome princes; +they were Elise’s brothers. Although +they had altered a good deal, she knew +them at once; she felt that they must +be her brothers, and she sprang into their +arms, calling them by name. They +were delighted when they recognized +their little sister who had grown so big +and beautiful. They laughed and cried, +and told each other how wickedly their +stepmother had treated them all.</p> + +<p>“We brothers,” said the eldest, “have +to fly about in the guise of swans, as +long as the sun is above the horizon. +When it goes down we regain our human +shapes. So we always have to +look out for a resting-place near sunset, +for should we happen to be flying +up among the clouds when the sun goes +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>232]</a></span> +down we should be hurled to the +depths below. We do not live here; +there is another land, just as beautiful +as this, beyond the sea; but the way to +it is very long, and we have to cross the +mighty ocean to get to it. There is not +a single island on the way where we +can spend the night; only one solitary +little rock juts up above the water midway. +It is only just big enough for us +to stand upon close together, and if +there is a heavy sea the water splashes +over us, yet we thank our God for it. +We stay there over night in our human +forms, and without it we could never +revisit our beloved Fatherland, for our +flight takes two of the longest days in +the year. We are only permitted to +visit the home of our fathers once a +year, and we dare only stay for eleven +days. We hover over this big forest +from whence we catch a glimpse of the +palace where we were born, and where +our father lives; beyond it we can see +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>233]</a></span> +the high church towers where our mother +is buried. We fancy that the trees +and bushes here are related to us; and +the wild horses gallop over the moors, +as we used to see them in our childhood. +The charcoal burners still sing the old +songs we used to dance to when we +were children. This is our Fatherland, +we are drawn towards it, and here we +have found you again, dear little sister! +We may stay here two days longer, and +then we must fly away again across the +ocean to a lovely country indeed, but +it is not our own dear Fatherland. How +shall we ever take you with us! We +have neither ship nor boat!”</p> + +<p>“How can I deliver you!” said their +sister, and they went on talking to each +other nearly all night; they only dozed +for a few hours.</p> + +<p>Elise was awakened in the morning +by the rustling of the swans’ wings +above her; her brothers were again +transformed, and were wheeling round +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>234]</a></span> +in great circles till she lost sight of +them in the distance. One of them, +the youngest, stayed behind. He laid +his head against her bosom, and she +caressed it with her fingers. They remained +together all day. Towards evening +the others came back, and as soon +as the sun went down they took their +natural forms.</p> + +<p>“To-morrow we must fly away, and +we dare not come back for a whole year, +but we can’t leave you like this! Have +you courage to go with us? My arm +is strong enough to carry you over the +forest, so surely our united strength +ought to be sufficient to bear you across +the ocean.”</p> + +<p>“Oh yes; take me with you,” said +Elise.</p> + +<p>They spent the whole night in weaving +a kind of net of the elastic bark of the +willow bound together with tough +rushes; they made it both large and +strong. Elise lay down upon it, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>235]</a></span> +when the sun rose and the brothers became +swans again they took up the net +in their bills and flew high up among +the clouds with their precious sister, +who was fast asleep. The sunbeams +fell straight onto her face, so one of the +swans flew over her head so that its +broad wings should shade her.</p> + +<p>They were far from land when Elise +woke; she thought she must still be +dreaming, it seemed so strange to be +carried through the air so high up +above the sea. By her side lay a +branch of beautiful ripe berries and +a bundle of savory roots which her +youngest brother had collected for her, +and for which she gave him a grateful +smile. She knew it was he who flew +above her head shading her from the +sun. They were so high up that the +first ship they saw looked like a gull +floating on the water. A great cloud +came up behind them like a mountain, +and Elise saw the shadow of herself on +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>236]</a></span> +it, and those of the eleven swans looking +like giants. It was a more beautiful +picture than any she had ever seen before, +but as the sun rose higher, the +cloud fell behind, and the shadow picture +disappeared.</p> + +<p>They flew on and on all day like an +arrow whizzing through the air, but +they went slower than usual, for now +they had their sister to carry. A storm +came up, and night was drawing on; +Elise saw the sun sinking with terror in +her heart, for the solitary rock was nowhere +to be seen. The swans seemed +to be taking stronger strokes than ever; +alas! she was the cause of their not being +able to get on faster; as soon as the +sun went down they would become men, +and they would all be hurled into the +sea and drowned. She prayed to God +from the bottom of her heart, but still +no rock was to be seen! Black clouds +gathered, and strong gusts of wind announced +a storm; the clouds looked like +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>237]</a></span> +a great threatening leaden wave, and +the flashes of lightning followed each +other rapidly.</p> + +<p>The sun was now at the edge of the +sea. Elise’s heart quaked, when suddenly +the swans shot downward so +suddenly that she thought they were +falling then they hovered again. Half +of the sun was below the horizon, and +there for the first time she saw the little +rock below, which did not look +bigger than the head of a seal above the +water. The sun sank very quickly, it +was no bigger than a star, but her foot +touched solid earth. The sun went out +like the last sparks of a bit of burning +paper; she saw her brothers stand arm +in arm around her, but there was only +just room enough for them. The waves +beat upon the rock and washed over +them like drenching rain. The heavens +shone with continuous fire, and the +thunder rolled, peal upon peal. But the +sister and brothers held one another’s +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>238]</a></span> +hands and sang a psalm which gave +them comfort and courage.</p> + +<p>The air was pure and still at dawn. +As soon as the sun rose the swans flew +off with Elise, away from the islet. +The sea still ran high; it looked from +where they were as if the white foam +on the dark green water were millions +of swans floating on the waves.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 385px;"> +<a name="palace" id="palace"></a> +<img src="images/fft13.jpg" width="385" height="600" +alt="Elise is carried through the air by the swans" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Elise saw an ice palace, with one bold colonnade built above another</p> + +<p>When the sun rose higher Elise saw +before her, half floating in the air, great +masses of ice, with shining glaciers on +the heights. A palace was perched +midway a mile in length, with one bold +colonnade built above another. Beneath +them swayed palm-trees and +gorgeous blossoms as big as mill wheels. +She asked if this was the land to which +she was going, but the swans shook +their heads, because what she saw was +a mirage—the beautiful and ever-changing +palace of Fata Morgana. No mortal +dared enter it. Elise gazed at it; +but as she gazed the palace, gardens, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>239]</a></span> +and mountains melted away, and in +their place stood twenty proud churches +with their high towers and pointed +windows. She seemed to hear the +notes of the organ, but it was the sea +she heard. When she got close to the +seeming churches they changed to a +great navy sailing beneath her; but it +was only a sea mist passing before her +eyes, and now she saw the real land she +was bound to. Beautiful blue mountains +rose before her with their cedar +woods and palaces. Long before the +sun went down she sat among the hills +in front of a big cave covered with +delicate green creepers. It looked like +a piece of embroidery.</p> + +<p>“Now we shall see what you will +dream here to-night,” said the youngest +brother, as he showed her where she +was to sleep.</p> + +<p>“If only I might dream how I could +deliver you,” she said, and this thought +filled her mind entirely. She prayed +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>240]</a></span> +earnestly to God for His help, and even +in her sleep she continued her prayer. +It seemed to her that she was flying up +to Fata Morgana in her castle in the +air. The fairy came towards her; she +was charming and brilliant, and yet she +was very like the old woman who gave +her the berries in the wood and told +her about the swans with the golden +crowns.</p> + +<p>“Your brothers can be delivered,” +she said; “but have you courage and +endurance enough for it? The sea is +indeed softer than your hands, and it +molds the hardest stones; but it does +not feel the pain your fingers will feel. +It has no heart, and does not suffer the +pain and anguish you must feel. Do +you see this stinging nettle I hold in +my hand? Many of this kind grow +round the cave where you sleep; only +these and the ones which grow in the +church-yards may be used. Mark that! +Those you may pluck, although they +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>241]</a></span> +will burn and blister your hands. +Crush the nettles with your feet and +you will have flax, and of this you +must weave eleven coats of mail with +long sleeves. Throw these over the +eleven wild swans and the charm is +broken! But remember that from the +moment you begin this work till it is +finished, even if it takes years, you +must not utter a word! The first word +you say will fall like a murderer’s dagger +into the hearts of your brothers. +Their lives hang on your tongue. Mark +this well!”</p> + +<p>She touched her hand at the same +moment—it was like burning fire—and +woke Elise. It was bright daylight, +and close to where she slept lay a nettle +like those in her dream. She fell upon +her knees with thanks to God, and left +the cave to begin her work.</p> + +<p>She seized the horrid nettles with her +delicate hands, and they burnt like +fire; great blisters rose on her hands +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>242]</a></span> +and arms, but she suffered it willingly +if only it would deliver her beloved +brothers. She crushed every nettle +with her bare feet, and twisted it into +green flax.</p> + +<p>When the sun went down and the +brothers came back they were alarmed +at finding her mute; they thought it +was some new witchcraft exercised by +their wicked stepmother. But when +they saw her hands they understood +that it was for their sakes; the youngest +brother wept, and wherever his tears +fell she felt no more pain and the +blisters disappeared.</p> + +<p>She spent the whole night at her work, +for she could not rest till she had delivered +her dear brothers. All the following +day while her brothers were +away she sat solitary, but never had +the time flown so fast. One coat of +mail was finished, and she began the +next. Then a hunting-horn sounded +among the mountains; she was much +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>243]</a></span> +frightened; the sound came nearer, and +she heard dogs barking. In terror she +rushed into the cave, and tied the +nettles she had collected and woven +into a bundle, upon which she sat.</p> + +<p>At this moment a big dog bounded +forward from the thicket, and another +and another; they barked loudly, and +ran backward and forward. In a few +minutes all the huntsmen were standing +outside the cave, and the handsomest +of them was the king of the country. +He stepped up to Elise; never had he +seen so lovely a girl.</p> + +<p>“How came you here, beautiful +child?” he said.</p> + +<p>Elise shook her head; she dared not +speak; the salvation and the lives of her +brothers depended upon her silence. +She hid her hands under her apron, so +that the king should not see what she +suffered.</p> + +<p>“Come with me,” he said; “you cannot +stay here. If you are as good as +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>244]</a></span> +you are beautiful I will dress you in +silks and velvets, put a golden crown +upon your head, and you shall live with +me and have your home in my richest +palace!” Then he lifted her upon his +horse: she wept and wrung her hands, +but the king said: “I only think of your +happiness; you will thank me one day +for what I am doing!” Then he darted +off across the mountains, holding her +before him on his horse, and the huntsmen +followed.</p> + +<p>When the sun went down the royal +city with churches and cupolas lay before +them, and the king led her into the +palace, where great fountains played in +the marble halls, and where walls and +ceilings were adorned with paintings; +but she had no eyes for them, she only +wept and sorrowed. Passively she allowed +the women to dress her in royal robes, +to twist pearls into her hair, and +to draw gloves onto her blistered hands.</p> + +<p>She was dazzlingly lovely as she stood +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>245]</a></span> +there in all her magnificence; the courtiers +bent low before her, and the king +wooed her as his bride, although the +archbishop shook his head, and whispered +that he feared the beautiful wood +maiden was a witch who had dazzled +their eyes and infatuated the king.</p> + +<p>The king refused to listen to him; he +ordered the music to play, the richest +food to be brought, and the loveliest +girls to dance before her. She was led +through scented gardens into gorgeous +apartments, but nothing brought a +smile to her lips or into her eyes; sorrow +sat there like a heritage and a possession +for all time. Last of all, the king +opened the door of a little chamber +close by the room where she was to +sleep. It was adorned with costly +green carpets, and made to exactly resemble +the cave where he found her. +On the floor lay the bundle of flax she +had spun from the nettles, and from +the ceiling hung the shirt of mail which +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>246]</a></span> +was already finished. One of the huntsmen +had brought all these things away +as curiosities.</p> + +<p>“Here you may dream that you are +back in your former home!” said the +king. “Here is the work upon which +you were engaged; in the midst of your +splendor, it may amuse you to think +of those times.”</p> + +<p>When Elise saw all those things so +dear to her heart, a smile for the first +time played about her lips, and the +blood rushed back to her cheeks. She +thought of the deliverance of her brothers, +and she kissed the king’s hand; he +pressed her to his heart, and ordered all +the church bells to ring marriage peals. +The lovely dumb girl from the woods +was to be queen of the country.</p> + +<p>The archbishop whispered evil words +into the ear of the king, but they did +not reach his heart. The wedding was +to take place, and the archbishop himself +had to put the crown upon her head. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>247]</a></span> +In his anger he pressed the golden circlet +so tightly upon her head as to give +her pain. But a heavier circlet pressed +upon her heart—her grief for her brothers; +so she thought nothing of the bodily +pain. Her lips were sealed, a single +word from her mouth would cost her +brothers their lives, but her eyes were +full of love for the good and handsome +king, who did everything he could to +please her. Every day she grew more +and more attached to him, and longed +to confide in him, tell him her sufferings; +but dumb she must remain, and in silence +must bring her labor to completion. +Therefore at night she stole away from +his side into her secret chamber, which +was decorated like a cave, and here she +knitted one shirt after another. When +she came to the seventh all her flax +was worked up; she knew that these +nettles which she was to use grew in +the church-yard, but she had to pluck +them herself. How was she to get +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>248]</a></span> +there? “Oh, what is the pain of my +fingers compared with the anguish of +my heart?” she thought. “I must venture +out; the good God will not desert +me!” With as much terror in her heart +as if she were doing some evil deed she +stole down one night into the moonlit +garden, and through the long alleys +out into the silent streets to the church-yard. +There she saw, sitting on a gravestone, +a group of hideous ghouls, +who took off their tattered garments, +as if they were about to bathe, and then +they dug down into the freshly made +graves with their skinny fingers, and +tore the flesh from the bodies and devoured +it. Elise had to pass close by +them, and they fixed their evil eyes +upon her; but she said a prayer as she +passed, picked the stinging nettles, and +hurried back to the palace with them.</p> + +<p>Only one person saw her, but that +was the archbishop, who watched while +others slept. Surely now all his bad +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>249]</a></span> +opinions of the queen were justified; +all was not as it should be with her; she +must be a witch, and therefore she had +bewitched the king and all the people.</p> + +<p>He told the king in the confessional +what he had seen and what he feared. +When those bad words passed his lips +the pictures of the saints shook their +heads as if to say: It is not so; Elise is +innocent. The archbishop, however, took +it differently, and thought that they +were bearing witness against her, and +shaking their heads at her sin. Two +big tears rolled down the king’s cheeks, +and he went home with doubt in his +heart. He pretended to sleep at night, +but no quiet sleep came to his eyes. +He perceived how Elise got up and went +to her private closet. Day by day his +face grew darker; Elise saw it, but could +not imagine what was the cause of it. +It alarmed her, and what was she not +already suffering in her heart because +of her brothers? Her salt tears ran +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>250]</a></span> +down upon the royal purple velvet, +they lay upon it like sparkling diamonds, +and all who saw their splendor wished +to be queen.</p> + +<p>She had, however, almost reached +the end of her labors, only one shirt of +mail was wanting; but again she had no +more flax, and not a single nettle was +left. Once more, for the last time, she +must go to the church-yard to pluck +a few handfuls. She thought with +dread of the solitary walk and the horrible +ghouls, but her will was as strong +as her trust in God.</p> + +<p>Elise went, but the king and the archbishop +followed her; they saw her disappear +within the grated gateway of +the church-yard. When they followed +they saw the ghouls sitting on the gravestone +as Elise had see them before; and +the king turned away his head because +he thought she was among them—she, +whose head this very evening had rested +on his breast.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>251]</a></span> +“The people must judge her,” he +groaned, and the people judged. “Let +her be consumed in the glowing flames!”</p> + +<p>She was led away from her beautiful +royal apartments to a dark, damp dungeon, +where the wind whistled through +the grated window. Instead of velvet +and silk, they gave her the bundle of +nettles she had gathered to lay her +head upon. The hard, burning shirts of +mail were to be her covering, but they +could have given her nothing more +precious.</p> + +<p>She set to work again, with many +prayers to God. Outside her prison the +street boys sang derisive songs about +her, and not a soul comforted her with +a kind word.</p> + +<p>Towards evening she heard the rustle +of swans’ wings close to her window; it +was her youngest brother; at last he +had found her. He sobbed aloud with +joy, although he knew that the coming +night might be her last; but then her +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>252]</a></span> +work was almost done, and her brothers +were there.</p> + +<p>The archbishop came to spend his last +hours with her, as he had promised the +king. She shook her head at him, and +by looks and gestures begged him to +leave her. She had only this night in +which to finish her work, or else all would +be wasted, all—her pain, tears, and +sleepless nights. The archbishop went +away with bitter words against her, but +poor Elise knew that she was innocent, +and she went on with her work.</p> + +<p>The little mice ran about the floor +bringing nettles to her feet, so as to give +what help they could, and a thrush sat +on the grating of the window where he +sang all night as merrily as he could to +keep up her courage.</p> + +<p>It was still only dawn and the sun +would not rise for an hour when the +eleven brothers stood at the gate of the +palace, begging to be taken to the king. +This could not be done was the answer, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>253]</a></span> +for it was still night; the king was asleep, +and no one dared wake him. All their +entreaties and threats were useless; the +watch turned out, and even the king himself +came to see what was the matter; +but just then the sun rose, and no more +brothers were to be seen—only eleven +wild swans hovering over the palace.</p> + +<p>The whole populace streamed out of +the town gates; they were all anxious +to see the witch burned. A miserable +horse drew the cart in which Elise was +seated. They had put upon her a +smock of green sacking, and all her +beautiful long hair hung loose from the +lovely head. Her cheeks were deathly +pale, and her lips moved softly, while +her fingers unceasingly twisted the +green yarn. Even on the way to her +death she could not abandon her unfinished +work. Ten shirts lay completed +at her feet; she labored away at +the eleventh amid the scoffing insults +of the populace.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>254]</a></span> +“Look at the witch; how she mutters! +She has never a book of psalms in her +hands; no, there she sits with her loathsome +sorcery. Tear it away from her +into a thousand bits!”</p> + +<p>The crowd pressed around her to destroy +her work, but just then eleven +white swans flew down and perched +upon the cart flapping their wings. +The crowd gave way before them in +terror.</p> + +<p>“It is a sign from Heaven! She is +innocent!” they whispered, but they +dared not say it aloud.</p> + +<p>The executioner seized her by the +hand. But she hastily threw the eleven +shirts over the swans, who were immediately +transformed to eleven handsome +princes; but the youngest had a +swan’s wing in place of an arm, for one +sleeve was wanting to his shirt of mail; +she had not been able to finish it.</p> + +<p>“Now I may speak! I am innocent.”</p> + +<p>The populace who saw what had +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>255]</a></span> +happened bowed down before her as if she +had been a saint, but she sank lifeless +in her brother’s arms, so great had been +the strain, the terror, and the suffering +she had endured.</p> + +<p>“Yes, innocent she is indeed,” said +the eldest brother, and he told them all +that had happened.</p> + +<p>While he spoke a wonderful fragrance +spread around as of millions of roses. +Every fagot in the pile had taken root +and shot out branches, and a great high +hedge of red roses had arisen. At the +very top was one pure white blossom; +it shone like a star, and the king broke +it off and laid it on Elise’s bosom, and +she woke with joy and peace in her +heart.</p> + +<p>All the church bells began to ring of +their own accord, and the singing birds +flocked around them. Surely such a +bridal procession went back to the +palace as no king had ever seen before!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>256]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top01" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>ALADDIN<br /> +AND THE WONDERFUL +LAMP</h2> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE once lived a poor tailor who +had a son called Aladdin, a careless, +idle boy who would do nothing +but play all day long in the streets with +little idle boys like himself. This so +grieved the father that he died; yet, in +spite of his mother’s tears and prayers, +Aladdin did not mend his ways. One +day, when he was playing in the streets +as usual, a stranger asked him his age, +and if he was not the son of Mustapha +the tailor. “I am, sir,” replied Aladdin; +“but he died a long while ago.” +On this the stranger, who was a famous +African magician, fell on his neck and +kissed him, saying: “I am your uncle, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>257]</a></span> +and knew you from your likeness to my +brother. Go to your mother and tell +her I am coming.” Aladdin ran home +and told his mother of his newly found +uncle. “Indeed, child,” she said, “your +father had a brother, but I always +thought he was dead.” However, she +prepared supper, and bade Aladdin seek +his uncle, who came laden with wine +and fruit. He presently fell down and +kissed the place where Mustapha used +to sit, bidding Aladdin’s mother not to +be surprised at not having seen him +before, as he had been forty years out +of the country. He then turned to +Aladdin, and asked him his trade, at +which the boy hung his head, while his +mother burst into tears. On learning +that Aladdin was idle and would learn +no trade, he offered to take a shop for +him and stock it with merchandise. +Next day he bought Aladdin a fine suit +of clothes and took him all over the city, +showing him the sights, and brought +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>258]</a></span> +him home at nightfall to his mother, +who was overjoyed to see her son so +fine.</p> + +<p>Next day the magician led Aladdin +into some beautiful gardens a long way +outside the city gates. They sat down +by a fountain, and the magician pulled +a cake from his girdle which he divided +between them. They then journeyed +onward till they almost reached the +mountains. Aladdin was so tired that +he begged to go back, but the magician +beguiled him with pleasant stories, and +led him on in spite of himself. At last +they came to two mountains divided by +a narrow valley. “We will go no farther,” +said the false uncle. “I will show +you something wonderful; only do you +gather up sticks while I kindle a fire.” +When it was lit the magician threw on +it a powder he had about him, at the +same time saying some magical words. +The earth trembled a little and opened +in front of them, disclosing a square +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>259]</a></span> +flat stone with a brass ring in the middle +to raise it by. Aladdin tried to run +away, but the magician caught him and +gave him a blow that knocked him +down. “What have I done, uncle?” +he said, piteously; whereupon the magician +said more kindly: “Fear nothing, +but obey me. Beneath this stone lies +a treasure which is to be yours, and no +one else may touch it, so you must do +exactly as I tell you.” At the word +“treasure” Aladdin forgot his fears, and +grasped the ring as he was told, saying +the names of his father and grandfather. +The stone came up quite easily, and +some steps appeared. “Go down,” +said the magician; “at the foot of those +steps you will find an open door leading +into three large halls. Tuck up your +gown and go through them without +touching anything, or you will die instantly. +These halls lead into a garden +of fine fruit trees. Walk on till you +come to a niche in a terrace where +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>260]</a></span> +stands a lighted lamp. Pour out the +oil it contains, and bring it me.” He +drew a ring from his finger and gave it +to Aladdin, bidding him prosper.</p> + +<p>Aladdin found everything as the +magician had said, gathered some fruit +off the trees, and, having got the lamp, +arrived at the mouth of the cave. The +magician cried out in a great hurry: +“Make haste and give me the lamp.” +This Aladdin refused to do until he was +out of the cave. The magician flew +into a terrible passion, and throwing +some more powder onto the fire, he said +something, and the stone rolled back +into its place.</p> + +<p>The magician left Persia forever, +which plainly showed that he was no +uncle of Aladdin’s, but a cunning magician, +who had read in his magic books +of a wonderful lamp, which would make +him the most powerful man in the +world. Though he alone knew where +to find it, he could only receive it from +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>261]</a></span> +the hand of another. He had picked +out the foolish Aladdin for this purpose, +intending to get the lamp and kill him +afterwards.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 387px;"> +<a name="genie" id="genie"></a> +<img src="images/fft14.jpg" width="387" height="600" +alt="The genie appears before Aladdin" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">“I am the Slave of the Ring, and will obey thee in all things”</p> + +<p>For two days Aladdin remained in +the dark, crying and lamenting. At +last he clasped his hands in prayer, and +in so doing rubbed the ring, which the +magician had forgotten to take from +him. Immediately an enormous and +frightful genie rose out of the earth, +saying: “What wouldst thou with me? +I am the Slave of the Ring, and will +obey thee in all things.” Aladdin fearlessly +replied: “Deliver me from this +place!” whereupon the earth opened, +and he found himself outside. As soon +as his eyes could bear the light he went +home, but fainted on the threshold. +When he came to himself he told his +mother what had passed, and showed +her the lamp and the fruits he had +gathered in the garden, which were in +reality precious stones. He then asked +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>262]</a></span> +for some food. “Alas! child,” she said, +“I have nothing in the house, but I +have spun a little cotton and will go +and sell it.” Aladdin bade her keep +her cotton, for he would sell the lamp +instead. As it was very dirty she began +to rub it, that it might fetch a higher +price. Instantly a hideous genie appeared, +and asked what she would have. +She fainted away, but Aladdin, snatching +the lamp, said boldly: “Fetch me something +to eat!” The genie returned with +a silver bowl, twelve silver plates containing +rich meats, two silver cups, and +two bottles of wine. Aladdin’s mother, +when she came to herself, said: “Whence +comes this splendid feast?” “Ask not, +but eat,” replied Aladdin. So they sat +at breakfast till it was dinner-time, and +Aladdin told his mother about the lamp. +She begged him to sell it, and have nothing +to do with devils. “No,” said +Aladdin, “since chance hath made us +aware of its virtues, we will use it, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>263]</a></span> +the ring likewise, which I shall always +wear on my finger.” When they had +eaten all the genie had brought Aladdin +sold one of the silver plates, and so on +until none were left. He then had recourse +to the genie, who gave him another +set of plates, and thus they lived +for many years.</p> + +<p>One day Aladdin heard an order from +the Sultan proclaimed that every one +was to stay at home and close his shutters +while the Princess, his daughter, +went to and from the bath. Aladdin was +seized by a desire to see her face, which +was very difficult, as she always went +veiled. He hid himself behind the door +of the bath and peeped through a chink. +The Princess lifted her veil as she went +in, and looked so beautiful that Aladdin +fell in love with her at first sight. He +went home so changed that his mother +was frightened. He told her he loved +the Princess so deeply that he could not +live without her, and meant to ask her +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>264]</a></span> +in marriage of her father. His mother, +on hearing this, burst out laughing, but +Aladdin at last prevailed upon her to +go before the Sultan and carry his request. +She fetched a napkin and laid +in it the magic fruits from the enchanted +garden, which sparkled and shone like +the most beautiful jewels. She took +these with her to please the Sultan, and +set out, trusting in the lamp. The +Grand Vizier and the lords of council +had just gone in as she entered the hall +and placed herself in front of the Sultan. +He, however, took no notice of her. +She went every day for a week, and +stood in the same place. When the +council broke up on the sixth day the +Sultan said to his Vizier: “I see a certain +woman in the audience-chamber +every day carrying something in a napkin. +Call her next time, that I may +find out what she wants.” Next day, +at a sign from the Vizier, she went up +to the foot of the throne and remained +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>265]</a></span> +kneeling till the Sultan said to her: +“Rise, good woman, and tell me what +you want.” She hesitated, so the Sultan +sent away all but the Vizier, and +bade her speak freely, promising to forgive +her beforehand for anything she +might say. She then told him of her +son’s violent love for the Princess. “I +prayed him to forget her,” she said, +“but in vain; he threatened to do some +desperate deed if I refused to go and +ask your Majesty for the hand of the +Princess. Now I pray you to forgive +not me alone, but my son Aladdin.” +The Sultan asked her kindly what she +had in the napkin, whereupon she unfolded +the jewels and presented them. +He was thunderstruck, and turning to +the Vizier said: “What sayest thou? +Ought I not to bestow the Princess on +one who values her at such a price?” +The Vizier, who wanted her for his own +son, begged the Sultan to withhold her +for three months, in the course of which +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>266]</a></span> +he hoped his son would contrive to +make him a richer present. The Sultan +granted this, and told Aladdin’s mother +that, though he consented to the marriage, +she must not appear before him +again for three months.</p> + +<p>Aladdin waited patiently for nearly +three months, but after two had elapsed +his mother, going into the city to buy +oil, found every one rejoicing, and asked +what was going on. “Do you not +know,” was the answer, “that the son +of the Grand Vizier is to marry the +Sultan’s daughter to-night?” Breathless, +she ran and told Aladdin, who was +overwhelmed at first, but presently bethought +him of the lamp. He rubbed +it, and the genie appeared, saying: +“What is thy will?” Aladdin replied: +“The Sultan, as thou knowest, has broken +his promise to me, and the Vizier’s +son is to have the Princess. My command +is that to-night you bring hither +the bride and bridegroom.” “Master, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>267]</a></span> +I obey,” said the genie. Aladdin then +went to his chamber, where, sure enough, +at midnight the genie transported the +bed containing the Vizier’s son and the +Princess. “Take this new-married man,” +he said, “and put him outside in the +cold, and return at daybreak.” Whereupon +the genie took the Vizier’s son out +of bed, leaving Aladdin with the Princess. +“Fear nothing,” Aladdin said to +her; “you are my wife, promised to me +by your unjust father, and no harm +shall come to you.” The Princess was +too frightened to speak, and passed the +most miserable night of her life, while +Aladdin lay down beside her and slept +soundly. At the appointed hour the +genie fetched in the shivering bridegroom, +laid him in his place, and transported +the bed back to the palace.</p> + +<p>Presently the Sultan came to wish +his daughter good-morning. The unhappy +Vizier’s son jumped up and hid +himself, while the Princess would not +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>268]</a></span> +say a word, and was very sorrowful. +The Sultan sent her mother to her, who +said: “How comes it, child, that you +will not speak to your father? What +has happened?” The Princess sighed +deeply, and at last told her mother how, +during the night, the bed had been carried +into some strange house, and what +had passed there. Her mother did +not believe her in the least, but bade +her rise and consider it an idle +dream.</p> + +<p>The following night exactly the same +thing happened, and next morning, on +the Princess’s refusing to speak, the +Sultan threatened to cut off her head. +She then confessed all, bidding him ask +the Vizier’s son if it were not so. The +Sultan told the Vizier to ask his son, +who owned the truth, adding that, dearly +as he loved the Princess, he had +rather die than go through another +such fearful night, and wished to be +separated from her. His wish was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>269]</a></span> +granted, and there was an end of feasting +and rejoicing.</p> + +<p>When the three months were over, +Aladdin sent his mother to remind the +Sultan of his promise. She stood in the +same place as before, and the Sultan, +who had forgotten Aladdin, at once remembered +him, and sent for her. On +seeing her poverty the Sultan felt less +inclined than ever to keep his word, +and asked his Vizier’s advice, who counselled +him to set so high a value on the +Princess that no man living could come +up to it. The Sultan then turned to +Aladdin’s mother, saying: “Good woman, +a sultan must remember his promises, +and I will remember mine, but +your son must first send me forty basins +of gold brimful of jewels, carried by +forty black slaves, led by as many white +ones, splendidly dressed. Tell him that +I await his answer.” The mother of +Aladdin bowed low and went home, +thinking all was lost. She gave Aladdin +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>270]</a></span> +the message, adding: “He may +wait long enough for your answer!” +“Not so long, mother, as you think,” +her son replied. “I would do a great +deal more than that for the Princess.” +He summoned the genie, and in a few +moments the eighty slaves arrived, and +filled up the small house and garden. +Aladdin made them set out to the palace +two and two, followed by his mother. +They were so richly dressed, with such +splendid jewels in their girdles, that +every one crowded to see them and the +basins of gold they carried on their +heads. They entered the palace, and, +after kneeling before the Sultan, stood +in a half-circle round the throne with +their arms crossed, while Aladdin’s +mother presented them to the Sultan. +He hesitated no longer, but said: “Good +woman, return and tell your son that I +wait for him with open arms.” She +lost no time in telling Aladdin, bidding +him make haste. But Aladdin first +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>271]</a></span> +called the genie. “I want a scented +bath,” he said, “a richly embroidered +habit, a horse surpassing the Sultan’s, +and twenty slaves to attend me. Besides +this, six slaves, beautifully dressed, +to wait on my mother; and lastly, ten +thousand pieces of gold in ten purses.” +No sooner said than done, Aladdin +mounted his horse and passed through +the streets, the slaves strewing gold as +they went. Those who had played with +him in his childhood knew him not, he +had grown so handsome. When the +Sultan saw him he came down from his +throne, embraced him, and led him into +a hall where a feast was spread, intending +to marry him to the Princess that +very day. But Aladdin refused, saying: +“I must build a palace fit for her,” +and took his leave. Once home, he +said to the genie: “Build me a palace +of the finest marble, set with jasper, +agate, and other precious stones. In the +middle you shall build me a large hall +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>272]</a></span> +with a dome, its four walls of massy +gold and silver, each side having six +windows, whose lattices, all except one +which is to be unfinished, must be set +with diamonds and rubies. There must +be stables and horses and grooms and +slaves; go and see about it!”</p> + +<p>The palace was finished by next day, +and the genie carried him there and +showed him all his orders faithfully carried +out, even to the laying of a velvet +carpet from Aladdin’s palace to the +Sultan’s. Aladdin’s mother then dressed +herself carefully, and walked to the +palace with her slaves, while he followed +her on horseback. The Sultan sent +musicians with trumpets and cymbals +to meet them, so that the air resounded +with music and cheers. She was taken +to the Princess, who saluted her and +treated her with great honor. At night +the Princess said good-bye to her father, +and set out on the carpet for Aladdin’s +palace, with his mother at her side, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>273]</a></span> +followed by the hundred slaves. She +was charmed at the sight of Aladdin, +who ran to receive her. “Princess,” he +said, “blame your beauty for my boldness +if I have displeased you.” She +told him that, having seen him, she willingly +obeyed her father in this matter. +After the wedding had taken place +Aladdin led her into the hall, where a +feast was spread, and she supped with +him, after which they danced till midnight.</p> + +<p>Next day Aladdin invited the Sultan +to see the palace. On entering the hall +with the four-and-twenty windows, with +their rubies, diamonds, and emeralds, +he cried: “It’s a world’s wonder! There +is only one thing that surprises me. +Was it by accident that one window was +left unfinished?” “No, sir, by design,” +returned Aladdin. “I wished your +Majesty to have the glory of finishing +this palace.” The Sultan was pleased, +and sent for the best jewellers in the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>274]</a></span> +city. He showed them the unfinished +window, and bade them fit it up like +the others. “Sir,” replied their spokesman, +“we cannot find jewels enough.” +The Sultan had his own fetched, which +they soon used, but to no purpose, for +in a month’s time the work was not half +done. Aladdin, knowing that their task +was vain, bade them undo their work +and carry the jewels back, and the genie +finished the window at his command. +The Sultan was surprised to receive his +jewels again, and visited Aladdin, who +showed him the window finished. The +Sultan embraced him, the envious +Vizier meanwhile hinting that it was the +work of enchantment.</p> + +<p>Aladdin had won the hearts of the +people by his gentle bearing. He was +made captain of the Sultan’s armies, +and won several battles for him, but +remained modest and courteous as before, +and lived thus in peace and content +for several years.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>275]</a></span> +But far away in Africa the magician +remembered Aladdin, and by his magic +arts discovered that Aladdin, instead of +perishing miserably in the cave, had +escaped, and had married a princess, +with whom he was living in great honor +and wealth. He knew that the poor +tailor’s son could only have accomplished +this by means of the lamp, and +travelled night and day till he reached +the capital of China, bent on Aladdin’s +ruin. As he passed through the town +he heard people talking everywhere +about a marvellous palace. “Forgive +my ignorance,” he asked, “what is this +palace you speak of?” “Have you not +heard of Prince Aladdin’s palace,” was +the reply, “the greatest wonder of the +world? I will direct you if you have +a mind to see it.” The magician thanked +him who spoke, and having seen the +palace knew that it had been raised by +the Genie of the Lamp, and became +half mad with rage. He determined +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>276]</a></span> +to get hold of the lamp, and again plunge +Aladdin into the deepest poverty.</p> + +<p>Unluckily, Aladdin had gone a-hunting +for eight days, which gave the +magician plenty of time. He bought a +dozen copper lamps, put them into a +basket, and went to the palace, crying: +“New lamps for old!” followed by a +jeering crowd. The Princess, sitting +in the hall of four-and-twenty windows, +sent a slave to find out what the noise +was about, who came back laughing, +so that the Princess scolded her. “Madam,” +replied the slave, “who can help +laughing to see an old fool offering to +exchange fine new lamps for old ones?” +Another slave, hearing this, said, “There +is an old one on the cornice there which +he can have.” Now this was the magic +lamp, which Aladdin had left there, as +he could not take it out hunting with +him. The Princess, not knowing its +value, laughingly bade the slave take +it and make the exchange. She went +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>277]</a></span> +and said to the magician: “Give me a +new lamp for this.” He snatched it +and bade the slave take her choice, +amid the jeers of the crowd. Little he +cared, but left off crying his lamps, and +went out of the city gates to a lonely +place, where he remained till nightfall, +when he pulled out the lamp and rubbed +it. The genie appeared, and at the +magician’s command carried him, together +with the palace and the Princess +in it, to a lonely place in Africa.</p> + +<p>Next morning the Sultan looked out +of the window towards Aladdin’s palace +and rubbed his eyes, for it was gone. +He sent for the Vizier and asked what +had become of the palace. The Vizier +looked out, too, and was lost in astonishment. +He again put it down to enchantment, +and this time the Sultan +believed him, and sent thirty men on +horseback to fetch Aladdin in chains. +They met him riding home, bound him, +and forced him to go with them on foot. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>278]</a></span> +The people, however, who loved him, +followed, armed, to see that he came to +no harm. He was carried before the +Sultan, who ordered the executioner to +cut off his head. The executioner made +Aladdin kneel down, bandaged his eyes, +and raised his scimitar to strike. At +that instant the Vizier, who saw that +the crowd had forced their way into the +court-yard and were scaling the walls to +rescue Aladdin, called to the executioner +to stay his hand. The people, +indeed, looked so threatening that the +Sultan gave way and ordered Aladdin +to be unbound, and pardoned him in the +sight of the crowd. Aladdin now begged +to know what he had done. “False +wretch!” said the Sultan, “come hither,” +and showed him from the window the +place where his palace had stood. +Aladdin was so amazed that he could +not say a word. “Where is my palace +and my daughter?” demanded the +Sultan. “For the first I am not so +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>279]</a></span> +deeply concerned, but my daughter I +must have, and you must find her or +lose your head.” Aladdin begged for +forty days in which to find her, promising +if he failed to return and suffer +death at the Sultan’s pleasure. His +prayer was granted, and he went forth +sadly from the Sultan’s presence. For +three days he wandered about like a +madman, asking every one what had become +of his palace, but they only laughed +and pitied him. He came to the +banks of a river, and knelt down to say +his prayers before throwing himself in. +In so doing he rubbed the magic ring he +still wore. The genie he had seen in the +cave appeared, and asked his will. +“Save my life, genie,” said Aladdin, +“and bring my palace back.” “That +is not in my power,” said the genie; “I +am only the Slave of the Ring; you must +ask him of the lamp.” “Even so,” +said Aladdin, “but thou canst take me +to the palace, and set me down under +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>280]</a></span> +my dear wife’s window.” He at once +found himself in Africa, under the window +of the Princess, and fell asleep out +of sheer weariness.</p> + +<p>He was awakened by the singing of +the birds, and his heart was lighter. +He saw plainly that all his misfortunes +were owing to the loss of the lamp, and +vainly wondered who had robbed him +of it.</p> + +<p>That morning the Princess rose earlier +than she had done since she had been +carried into Africa by the magician, +whose company she was forced to endure +once a day. She, however, treated +him so harshly that he dared not live +there altogether. As she was dressing, +one of her women looked out and saw +Aladdin. The Princess ran and opened +the window, and at the noise she made +Aladdin looked up. She called to him +to come to her, and great was the joy +of these lovers at seeing each other again. +After he had kissed her, Aladdin said: “I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>281]</a></span> +beg of you, Princess, in God’s name, before +we speak of anything else, for your +own sake and mine, tell me what has +become of an old lamp I left on the cornice +in the hall of four-and-twenty windows, +when I went a-hunting.” “Alas!” +she said, “I am the innocent cause of +our sorrows,” and told him of the exchange +of the lamp. “Now I know,” +cried Aladdin, “that we have to thank +the African magician for this! Where +is the lamp?” “He carries it about +with him,” said the Princess. “I know, +for he pulled it out of his breast to show +me. He wishes me to break my faith +with you and marry him, saying that +you were beheaded by my father’s command. +He is forever speaking ill of +you, but I only reply by my tears. If I +persist, I doubt not but he will use violence.” +Aladdin comforted her, and +left her for a while. He changed clothes +with the first person he met in the town, +and having bought a certain powder +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>282]</a></span> +returned to the Princess, who let him +in by a little side door. “Put on your +most beautiful dress,” he said to her, +“and receive the magician with smiles, +leading him to believe that you have +forgotten me. Invite him to sup with +you, and say you wish to taste the wine +of his country. He will go for some +and while he is gone I will tell you what +to do.” She listened carefully to Aladdin, +and when he left her arrayed herself +gayly for the first time since she +left China. She put on a girdle and +head-dress of diamonds, and seeing in +a glass that she was more beautiful than +ever, received the magician, saying, to +his great amazement: “I have made up +my mind that Aladdin is dead, and that +all my tears will not bring him back to +me, so I am resolved to mourn no more, +and have therefore invited you to sup +with me; but I am tired of the wines of +China, and would fain taste those of +Africa.” The magician flew to his +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>283]</a></span> +cellar, and the Princess put the powder +Aladdin had given her in her cup. When +he returned she asked him to drink her +health in the wine of Africa, handing +him her cup in exchange for his, as a +sign she was reconciled to him. Before +drinking the magician made her a speech +in praise of her beauty, but the Princess +cut him short, saying: “Let us drink +first, and you shall say what you will +afterwards.” She set her cup to her +lips and kept it there, while the magician +drained his to the dregs and fell back +lifeless. The Princess then opened the +door to Aladdin, and flung her arms +round his neck; but Aladdin put her +away, bidding her leave him, as he had +more to do. He then went to the dead +magician, took the lamp out of his vest, +and bade the genie carry the palace and +all in it back to China. This was done, +and the Princess in her chamber only +felt two little shocks, and little thought +she was at home again.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>284]</a></span> +The Sultan, who was sitting in his +closet, mourning for his lost daughter, +happened to look up, and rubbed his +eyes, for there stood the palace as before. +He hastened thither, and Aladdin received +him in the hall of the four-and-twenty +windows, with the Princess at +his side. Aladdin told him what had +happened, and showed him the dead +body of the magician, that he might +believe. A ten days’ feast was proclaimed, +and it seemed as if Aladdin +might now live the rest of his life in +peace; but it was not to be.</p> + +<p>The African magician had a younger +brother, who was, if possible, more wicked +and more cunning than himself. He +travelled to China to avenge his brother’s +death, and went to visit a pious +woman called Fatima, thinking she +might be of use to him. He entered her +cell and clapped a dagger to her breast, +telling her to rise and do his bidding +on pain of death. He changed clothes +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>285]</a></span> +with her, colored his face like hers, put +on her veil, and murdered her, that she +might tell no tales. Then he went towards +the palace of Aladdin, and all the +people, thinking he was the holy woman, +gathered round him, kissing his hands +and begging his blessing. When he got +to the palace there was such a noise +going on round him that the Princess +bade her slave look out of the window +and ask what was the matter. The +slave said it was the holy woman, curing +people by her touch of their ailments, +whereupon the Princess, who +had long desired to see Fatima, sent for +her. On coming to the Princess the +magician offered up a prayer for her +health and prosperity. When he had +done the Princess made him sit by her, +and begged him to stay with her always. +The false Fatima, who wished for nothing +better, consented, but kept his veil +down for fear of discovery. The Princess +showed him the hall, and asked +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>286]</a></span> +him what he thought of it. “It is truly +beautiful,” said the false Fatima. “In +my mind it wants but one thing.” +“And what is that?” said the Princess. +“If only a roc’s egg,” replied he, “were +hung up from the middle of this dome, +it would be the wonder of the world.”</p> + +<p>After this the Princess could think of +nothing but the roc’s egg, and when +Aladdin returned from hunting he found +her in a very ill humor. He begged to +know what was amiss, and she told him +that all her pleasure in the hall was +spoiled for the want of a roc’s egg hanging +from the dome. “If that is all,” +replied Aladdin, “you shall soon be +happy.” He left her and rubbed the +lamp, and when the genie appeared +commanded him to bring a roc’s egg. +The genie gave such a loud and terrible +shriek that the hall shook. “Wretch!” +he cried, “is it not enough that I have +done everything for you but you must +command me to bring my master and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>287]</a></span> +hang him up in the midst of this dome? +You and your wife and your palace deserve +to be burnt to ashes but that this +request does not come from you, but +from the brother of the African magician +whom you destroyed. He is now +in your palace disguised as the holy +woman—whom he murdered. He it +was who put that wish into your wife’s +head. Take care of yourself, for he +means to kill you.” So saying, the +genie disappeared.</p> + +<p>Aladdin went back to the Princess, +saying his head ached, and requesting +that the holy Fatima should be fetched +to lay her hands on it. But when the +magician came near, Aladdin, seizing +his dagger, pierced him to the heart. +“What have you done?” cried the Princess. +“You have killed the holy woman!” +“Not so,” replied Aladdin, “but +a wicked magician,” and told her of how +she had been deceived.</p> + +<p>After this Aladdin and his wife lived +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>288]</a></span> +in peace. He succeeded the Sultan +when he died, and reigned for many +years, leaving behind him a long line +of kings.</p> + +<p class="credit">From “The Blue Fairy Book,” edited by Andrew Lang, +by permission of Messrs. Longmans, Green & Co.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>289]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top02" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>ALI BABA<br /> +AND THE FORTY +THIEVES</h2> +<br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">I</span>N a town in Persia there dwelt two +brothers, one named Cassim, the other +Ali Baba. Cassim was married to a +rich wife and lived in plenty, while +Ali Baba had to maintain his wife and +children by cutting wood in a neighboring +forest and selling it in the town. +One day, when Ali Baba was in the +forest, he saw a troop of men on horseback +coming towards him in a cloud of +dust. He was afraid they were robbers, +and climbed into a tree for safety. +When they came up to him and dismounted, +he counted forty of them. +They unbridled their horses and tied +them to trees. The finest man among +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>290]</a></span> +them, whom Ali Baba took to be their +captain, went a little way among some +bushes, and said: “Open, Sesame!”<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> so +plainly that Ali Baba heard him. A +door opened in the rocks, and having +made the troop go in, he followed them, +and the door shut again of itself. They +stayed some time inside, and Ali Baba, +fearing they might come out and catch +him, was forced to sit patiently in the +tree. At last the door opened again, +and the Forty Thieves came out. As +the Captain went in last he came out +first, and made them all pass by him; +he then closed the door, saying: “Shut, +Sesame!” Every man bridled his horse +and mounted, the Captain put himself +at their head, and they returned as they +came.</p> + +<div class="footnote"> +<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> +Sesame is a kind of grain.</p> +</div> + +<p>Then Ali Baba climbed down and +went to the door concealed among the +bushes, and said: “Open, Sesame!” and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>291]</a></span> +it flew open. Ali Baba, who expected a +dull, dismal place, was greatly surprised +to find it large and well lighted, and +hollowed by the hand of man in the +form of a vault, which received the light +from an opening in the ceiling. He saw +rich bales of merchandise—silk, stuff-brocades, +all piled together, and gold and +silver in heaps, and money in leather +purses. He went in and the door shut +behind him. He did not look at the +silver, but brought out as many bags +of gold as he thought his asses, which +were browsing outside, could carry, +loaded them with the bags, and hid it +all with fagots. Using the words: +“Shut, Sesame!” he closed the door and +went home.</p> + +<p>Then he drove his asses into the yard, +shut the gates, carried the money-bags +to his wife, and emptied them out before +her. He bade her keep the secret, +and he would go and bury the gold. +“Let me first measure it,” said his wife. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>292]</a></span> +“I will go borrow a measure of some one +while you dig the hole.” So she ran to +the wife of Cassim and borrowed a measure. +Knowing Ali Baba’s poverty, the +sister was curious to find out what sort +of grain his wife wished to measure, +and artfully put some suet at the bottom +of the measure. Ali Baba’s wife +went home and set the measure on the +heap of gold, and filled it and emptied +it often, to her great content. She then +carried it back to her sister, without +noticing that a piece of gold was sticking +to it, which Cassim’s wife perceived +directly her back was turned. She grew +very curious, and said to Cassim when +he came home: “Cassim, your brother +is richer than you. He does not count +his money, he measures it.” He begged +her to explain this riddle, which she +did by showing him the piece of money +and telling him where she found it. +Then Cassim grew so envious that he +could not sleep, and went to his brother +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>293]</a></span> +in the morning before sunrise. “Ali +Baba,” he said, showing him the gold +piece, “you pretend to be poor and yet +you measure gold.” By this Ali Baba +perceived that through his wife’s folly +Cassim and his wife knew their secret, +so he confessed all and offered Cassim +a share. “That I expect,” said Cassim; +“but I must know where to find the +treasure, otherwise I will discover all, +and you will lose all.” Ali Baba, more +out of kindness than fear, told him of +the cave, and the very words to use. +Cassim left Ali Baba, meaning to be beforehand +with him and get the treasure +himself. He rose early next morning, +and set out with ten mules loaded with +great chests. He soon found the place, +and the door in the rock. He said: +“Open, Sesame!” and the door opened +and shut behind him. He could have +feasted his eyes all day on the treasures, +but he now hastened to gather together +as much of it as possible; but when he +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>294]</a></span> +was ready to go he could not remember +what to say for thinking of his great +riches. Instead of “Sesame,” he said: +“Open, Barley!” and the door remained +fast. He named several different sorts of +grain, all but the right one, and the door +still stuck fast. He was so frightened +at the danger he was in that he had as +much forgotten the word as if he had +never heard it.</p> + +<p>About noon the robbers returned to +their cave, and saw Cassim’s mules +roving about with great chests on their +backs. This gave them the alarm; they +drew their sabres, and went to the door, +which opened on their Captain’s saying: +“Open, Sesame!” Cassim, who +had heard the trampling of their horses’ +feet, resolved to sell his life dearly, so +when the door opened he leaped out and +threw the Captain down. In vain, +however, for the robbers with their +sabres soon killed him. On entering the +cave they saw all the bags laid ready, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>295]</a></span> +and could not imagine how any one had +got in without knowing their secret. +They cut Cassim’s body into four quarters, +and nailed them up inside the cave, +in order to frighten any one who should +venture in, and went away in search of +more treasure.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 385px;"> +<a name="sesame" id="sesame"></a> +<img src="images/fft15.jpg" width="385" height="600" +alt="Cassim leans against the door and tries desperately to recall the word" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">Cassim forgets the magic word</p> + +<p>As night drew on Cassim’s wife grew +very uneasy, and ran to her brother-in-law, +and told him where her husband +had gone. Ali Baba did his best to +comfort her, and set out to the forest +in search of Cassim. The first thing +he saw on entering the cave was his +dead brother. Full of horror, he put +the body on one of his asses, and bags +of gold on the other two, and, covering +all with some fagots, returned home. +He drove the two asses laden with gold +into his own yard, and led the other +to Cassim’s house. The door was opened +by the slave Morgiana, whom he knew +to be both brave and cunning. Unloading +the ass, he said to her: “This is +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>296]</a></span> +the body of your master, who has been +murdered, but whom we must bury as +though he had died in his bed. I will +speak with you again, but now tell +your mistress I am come.” The wife +of Cassim, on learning the fate of her +husband, broke out into cries and tears, +but Ali Baba offered to take her to +live with him and his wife if she would +promise to keep his counsel and leave +everything to Morgiana; whereupon she +agreed, and dried her eyes.</p> + +<p>Morgiana, meanwhile, sought an +apothecary and asked him for some +lozenges. “My poor master,” she said, +“can neither eat nor sleep, and no one +knows what his distemper is.” She +carried home the lozenges and returned +next day weeping, and asked for an +essence only given to those just about +to die. Thus, in the evening, no one +was surprised to hear the wretched +shrieks and cries of Cassim’s wife and +Morgiana telling every one that Cassim +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>297]</a></span> +was dead. The day after, Morgiana went +to an old cobbler near the gates of the +town who opened his stall early, put a +piece of gold in his hand, and bade him +follow with his needle and thread. +Having bound his eyes with a handkerchief, +she took him to the room where +the body lay, pulled off the bandage, and +bade him sew the quarters together, after +which she covered his eyes again and +led him home. Then they buried Cassim, +and Morgiana his slave followed +him to the grave, weeping and tearing +her hair, while Cassim’s wife stayed at +home uttering lamentable cries. Next +day she went to live with Ali Baba, who +gave Cassim’s shop to his eldest son.</p> + +<p>The Forty Thieves, on their return +to the cave, were much astonished to +find Cassim’s body gone and some of +their money-bags. “We are certainly +discovered,” said the Captain, “and +shall be undone if we cannot find out +who it is that knows our secret. Two +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>298]</a></span> +men must have known it; we have killed +one, we must now find the other. To +this end one of you who is bold and artful +must go into the city dressed as a +traveller, and discover whom we have +killed, and whether men talk of the +strange manner of his death. If the +messenger fails he must lose his life, lest +we be betrayed.” One of the thieves +started up and offered to do this, and +after the rest had highly commended +him for his bravery he disguised himself, +and happened to enter the town at +daybreak, just by Baba Mustapha’s +stall. The thief bade him good-day, +saying: “Honest man, how can you +possibly see to stitch at your age?” +“Old as I am,” replied the cobbler, “I +have very good eyes, and you will believe +me when I tell you that I sewed +a dead body together in a place where +I had less light than I have now.” The +robber was overjoyed at his good-fortune, +and, giving him a piece of gold, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>299]</a></span> +desired to be shown the house where he +stitched up the dead body. At first +Mustapha refused, saying that he was +blindfolded; but when the robber gave +him another piece of gold he began to +think he might remember the turnings +if blindfolded as before. This means +succeeded; the robber partly led him, +and was partly guided by him, right in +front of Cassim’s house, the door of +which the robber marked with a piece +of chalk. Then, well pleased, he bade +farewell to Baba Mustapha and returned +to the forest. By and by Morgiana, +going out, saw the mark the robber +had made, quickly guessed that some +mischief was brewing, and, fetching a +piece of chalk, marked two or three +doors on each side, without saying anything +to her master or mistress.</p> + +<p>The thief, meantime, told his comrades +of his discovery. The Captain +thanked him, and bade him show him +the house he had marked. But when +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>300]</a></span> +they came to it they saw that five or +six of the houses were chalked in the +same manner. The guide was so confounded +that he knew not what answer +to make, and when they returned he +was at once beheaded for having failed. +Another robber was despatched, and, +having won over Baba Mustapha, marked +the house in red chalk; but Morgiana +being again too clever for them, the +second messenger was put to death also. +The Captain now resolved to go himself, +but, wiser than the others, he did +not mark the house, but looked at it so +closely that he could not fail to remember +it. He returned, and ordered his +men to go into the neighboring villages +and buy nineteen mules, and thirty-eight +leather jars, all empty, except one +which was full of oil. The Captain put +one of his men, fully armed, into each, +rubbing the outside of the jars with oil +from the full vessel. Then the nineteen +mules were loaded with thirty-seven +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>301]</a></span> +robbers in jars, and the jar of oil, and +reached the town by dusk. The Captain +stopped his mules in front of Ali +Baba’s house, and said to Ali Baba, who +was sitting outside for coolness: “I have +brought some oil from a distance to sell +at to-morrow’s market, but it is now so +late that I know not where to pass the +night, unless you will do me the favor +to take me in.” Though Ali Baba had +seen the Captain of the robbers in the +forest, he did not recognize him in the +disguise of an oil merchant. He bade +him welcome, opened his gates for the +mules to enter, and went to Morgiana +to bid her prepare a bed and supper +for his guest. He brought the stranger +into his hall, and after they had supped +went again to speak to Morgiana in the +kitchen, while the Captain went into +the yard under pretence of seeing after +his mules, but really to tell his men what +to do. Beginning at the first jar and +ending at the last, he said to each man: +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>302]</a></span> +“As soon as I throw some stones from +the window of the chamber where I lie, +cut the jars open with your knives and +come out, and I will be with you in a +trice.” He returned to the house, and +Morgiana led him to his chamber. She +then told Abdallah, her fellow-slave, to +set on the pot to make some broth for +her master, who had gone to bed. Meanwhile +her lamp went out, and she had +no more oil in the house. “Do not be +uneasy,” said Abdallah; “go into the +yard and take some out of one of those +jars.” Morgiana thanked him for his +advice, took the oil-pot, and went into +the yard. When she came to the first +jar the robber inside said softly: “Is it +time?”</p> + +<p>Any other slave but Morgiana, on +finding a man in the jar instead of the +oil she wanted, would have screamed, +and made a noise; but she, knowing the +danger her master was in, bethought +herself of a plan, and answered quietly: +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>303]</a></span> +“Not yet, but presently.” She went to +all the jars, giving the same answer, +till she came to the jar of oil. She now +saw that her master, thinking to entertain +an oil merchant, had let thirty-eight +robbers into his house. She filled +her oil-pot, went back to the kitchen, +and, having lit her lamp, went again to +the oil-jar and filled a large kettle full +of oil. When it boiled she went and +poured enough oil into every jar to +stifle and kill the robber inside. When +this brave deed was done she went back +to the kitchen, put out the fire and the +lamp, and waited to see what would +happen.</p> + +<p>In a quarter of an hour the Captain of +the robbers awoke, got up, and opened +the window. As all seemed quiet, he +threw down some little pebbles which hit +the jars. He listened, and as none of +his men seemed to stir he grew uneasy, +and went down into the yard. On going +to the first jar and saying, “Are you +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>304]</a></span> +asleep?” he smelled the hot boiled oil, +and knew at once that his plot to murder +Ali Baba and his household had +been discovered. He found all the +gang were dead, and, missing the oil out +of the last jar, became aware of the manner +of their death. He then forced the +lock of a door leading into a garden, and +climbing over several walls made his +escape. Morgiana heard and saw all +this, and, rejoicing at her success, went +to bed and fell asleep.</p> + +<p>At daybreak Ali Baba arose, and, +seeing the oil-jars there still, asked why +the merchant had not gone with his +mules. Morgiana bade him look in the +first jar and see if there was any oil. +Seeing a man, he started back in terror. +“Have no fear,” said Morgiana; “the +man cannot harm you: he is dead.” +Ali Baba, when he had recovered somewhat +from his astonishment, asked what +had become of the merchant. “Merchant!” +said she, “he is no more a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>305]</a></span> +merchant than I am!” and she told him the +whole story, assuring him that it was a +plot of the robbers of the forest, of +whom only three were left, and that the +white-and-red chalk-marks had something +to do with it. Ali Baba at once +gave Morgiana her freedom, saying that +he owed her his life. They then buried +the bodies in Ali Baba’s garden, while +the mules were sold in the market by +his slaves.</p> + +<p>The Captain returned to his lonely +cave, which seemed frightful to him +without his lost companions, and firmly +resolved to avenge them by killing Ali +Baba. He dressed himself carefully, +and went into the town, where he took +lodgings in an inn. In the course of a +great many journeys to the forest he +carried away many rich stuffs and much +fine linen, and set up a shop opposite +that of Ali Baba’s son. He called himself +Cogia Hassan, and as he was both +civil and well dressed he soon made +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>306]</a></span> +friends with Ali Baba’s son, and through +him with Ali Baba, whom he was continually +asking to sup with him. Ali +Baba, wishing to return his kindness, +invited him into his house and received +him smiling, thanking him for his kindness +to his son. When the merchant was +about to take his leave Ali Baba stopped +him, saying: “Where are you going, sir, +in such haste? Will you not stay and +sup with me?” The merchant refused, +saying that he had a reason; and on +Ali Baba’s asking him what that was, +he replied: “It is, sir, that I can eat +no victuals that have any salt in them.” +“If that is all,” said Ali Baba, “let me +tell you that there shall be no salt in +either the meat or the bread that we eat +to-night.” He went to give this order +to Morgiana, who was much surprised. +“Who is this man,” she said, “who eats +no salt with his meat?” “He is an +honest man, Morgiana,” returned her +master; “therefore do as I bid you.” +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>307]</a></span> +But she could not withstand a desire +to see this strange man, so she helped +Abdallah to carry up the dishes, and +saw in a moment that Cogia Hassan was +the robber Captain, and carried a dagger +under his garment. “I am not surprised,” +she said to herself, “that this +wicked man, who intends to kill my +master, will eat no salt with him; but +I will hinder his plans.”</p> + +<p>She sent up the supper by Abdallah, +while she made ready for one of the +boldest acts that could be thought on. +When the dessert had been served, +Cogia Hassan was left alone with Ali +Baba and his son, whom he thought to +make drunk and then to murder them. +Morgiana, meanwhile, put on a head-dress +like a dancing-girl’s, and clasped +a girdle round her waist, from which +hung a dagger with a silver hilt, and +said to Abdallah: “Take your tabor, +and let us go and divert our master and +his guest.” Abdallah took his tabor +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>308]</a></span> +and played before Morgiana until they +came to the door, where Abdallah stopped +playing and Morgiana made a low +courtesy. “Come in, Morgiana,” said Ali +Baba, “and let Cogia Hassan see what +you can do.” And, turning to Cogia +Hassan, he said: “She’s my slave and +my housekeeper.” Cogia Hassan was +by no means pleased, for he feared that +his chance of killing Ali Baba was gone +for the present; but he pretended great +eagerness to see Morgiana, and Abdallah +began to play and Morgiana to dance. +After she had performed several dances, +she drew her dagger and made passes +with it, sometimes pointing it at her own +breast, sometimes at her master’s, as +if it were part of the dance. Suddenly, +out of breath, she snatched the tabor +from Abdallah with her left hand, and, +holding the dagger in her right, held out +the tabor to her master. Ali Baba and +his son put a piece of gold into it, +and Cogia Hassan, seeing that she was +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>309]</a></span> +coming to him, pulled out his purse +to make her a present; but while he +was putting his hand into it, Morgiana +plunged the dagger into his heart.</p> + +<p>“Unhappy girl!” cried Ali Baba and +his son, “what have you done to ruin +us?” “It was to preserve you, master, +not to ruin you,” answered Morgiana. +“See here,” opening the false merchant’s +garment and showing the dagger; “see +what an enemy you have entertained! +Remember, he would eat no salt with +you, and what more would you have? +Look at him! he is both the false oil +merchant and the Captain of the Forty +Thieves.”</p> + +<p>Ali Baba was so grateful to Morgiana +for thus saving his life that he offered +her to his son in marriage, who readily +consented, and a few days after the +wedding was celebrated with great +splendor. At the end of a year Ali +Baba, hearing nothing of the two remaining +robbers, judged they were dead, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>310]</a></span> +and set out to the cave. The door opened +on his saying: “Open, Sesame!” He +went in, and saw that nobody had been +there since the Captain left it. He +brought away as much gold as he could +carry, and returned to town. He told +his son the secret of the cave, which his +son handed down in his turn, so the +children and grandchildren of Ali Baba +were rich to the end of their lives.</p> + +<p class="credit">By the courtesy of Messrs. Longmans, Green & Co., +publishers of “The Blue Fairy Book,” edited by Andrew +Lang.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>311]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top03" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>THE SECOND VOYAGE OF<br /> +SINDBAD THE SAILOR</h2> +<br /><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">I</span> DESIGNED, after my first voyage, +to spend the rest of my days at Bagdad, +but it was not long ere I grew +weary of an indolent life, and I put to +sea a second time, with merchants of +known probity. We embarked on board +a good ship, and after recommending +ourselves to God, set sail. We traded +from island to island, and exchanged +commodities with great profit. One +day we landed on an island covered with +several sorts of fruit trees, but we could +see neither man nor animal. We walked +in the meadows, along the streams +that watered them. Whilst some diverted +themselves with gathering flowers, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>312]</a></span> +and others fruits, I took my wine and +provisions, and sat down near a stream +betwixt two high trees, which formed +a thick shade. I made a good meal, +and afterwards fell asleep. I cannot +tell how long I slept, but when I awoke +the ship was gone.</p> + +<p>In this sad condition, I was ready to +die with grief. I cried out in agony, +beat my head and breast, and threw +myself upon the ground, where I lay +some time in despair. I upbraided myself +a hundred times for not being content +with the produce of my first voyage, +that might have sufficed me all my +life. But all this was in vain, and my +repentance came too late. At last I +resigned myself to the will of God. Not +knowing what to do, I climbed up to +the top of a lofty tree, from whence I +looked about on all sides, to see if I +could discover anything that could give +me hopes. When I gazed towards the +sea I could see nothing but sky and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>313]</a></span> +water; but looking over the land I beheld +something white; and coming down, +I took what provision I had left, and +went towards it, the distance being so +great that I could not distinguish what +it was.</p> + +<p>As I approached, I thought it to be +a white dome, of a prodigious height +and extent; and when I came up to it, +I touched it, and found it to be very +smooth. I went round to see if it was +open on any side, but saw it was not, +and that there was no climbing up to +the top, as it was so smooth. It was at +least fifty paces round.</p> + +<p>By this time the sun was about to set, +and all of a sudden the sky became as +dark as if it had been covered with a +thick cloud. I was much astonished +at this sudden darkness, but much more +when I found it occasioned by a bird of +a monstrous size, that came flying towards +me. I remembered that I had +often heard mariners speak of a miraculous +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>314]</a></span> +bird called the roc, and conceived +that the great dome which I so much +admired must be its egg. In short, the +bird alighted, and sat over the egg. As +I perceived her coming I crept close to +the egg, so that I had before me one of +the legs of the bird, which was as big +as the trunk of a tree. I tied myself +strongly to it with my turban, in hopes +that the roc next morning would carry +me with her out of this desert island. +After having passed the night in this +condition, the bird flew away as soon as +it was daylight, and carried me so high +that I could not discern the earth; she +afterwards descended with so much +rapidity that I lost my senses. But +when I found myself on the ground I +speedily untied the knot, and had +scarcely done so when the roc, having +taken up a serpent of a monstrous +length in her bill, flew away.</p> + +<p>The spot where it left me was encompassed +on all sides by mountains that +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>315]</a></span> +seemed to reach above the clouds, and +so steep that there was no possibility of +getting out of the valley. This was a +new perplexity; so that when I compared +this place with the desert island +from which the roc had brought me, I +found that I had gained nothing by the +change.</p> + +<p>As I walked through this valley I +perceived it was strewed with diamonds, +some of which were of a surprising bigness. +I took pleasure in looking upon +them; but shortly saw at a distance +such objects as greatly diminished my +satisfaction, and which I could not view +without terror—namely, a great number +of serpents, so monstrous that the least +of them was capable of swallowing an +elephant. They retired in the daytime +to their dens, where they hid themselves +from the roc, their enemy, and came out +only in the night.</p> + +<p>I spent the day in walking about in +the valley, resting myself at times in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>316]</a></span> +such places as I thought most convenient. +When night came on I went +into a cave, where I thought I might +repose in safety. I secured the entrance, +which was low and narrow, with +a great stone, to preserve me from the +serpents, but not so far as to exclude +the light. I supped on part of my provisions, +but the serpents, which began +hissing round me, put me into such +extreme fear that I did not sleep. When +day appeared the serpents retired, and +I came out of the cave trembling. +I can justly say that I walked upon +diamonds without feeling any inclination +to touch them. At last I sat down, +and notwithstanding my apprehensions, +not having closed my eyes during the +night, fell asleep, after having eaten a +little more of my provisions. But I +had scarcely shut my eyes when something +that fell by me with a great noise +awaked me. This was a large piece of +raw meat; and at the same time I saw +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>317]</a></span> +several others fall down from the rocks +in different places.</p> + +<p>I had always regarded as fabulous +what I had heard sailors and others relate +of the valley of diamonds, and of +the stratagems employed by merchants +to obtain jewels from thence; but now +I found that they had stated nothing +but the truth. For the fact is that the +merchants come to the neighborhood +of this valley, when the eagles have +young ones, and throwing great joints of +meat into the valley, the diamonds, +upon whose points they fall, stick to +them; the eagles, which are stronger in +this country than anywhere else, pounce +with great force upon those pieces of +meat, and carry them to their nests on +the precipices of the rocks to feed their +young; the merchants at this time run +to their nests, disturb and drive off +the eagles by their shouts, and take +away the diamonds that stick to the +meat.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>318]</a></span> +I perceived in this device the means +of my deliverance.</p> + +<p>Having collected together the largest +diamonds I could find, and put them +into the leather bag in which I used to +carry my provisions, I took the largest +of the pieces of meat, tied it close round +me with the cloth of my turban, and +then laid myself upon the ground with +my face downward, the bag of diamonds +being made fast to my girdle.</p> + +<p>I had scarcely placed myself in this +posture when one of the eagles, having +taken me up with the piece of meat to +which I was fastened, carried me to his +nest on the top of the mountain. The +merchants immediately began their +shouting to frighten the eagles; and +when they had obliged them to quit +their prey, one of them came to the nest +where I was. He was much alarmed +when he saw me; but, recovering himself, +instead of inquiring how I came +thither, began to quarrel with me, and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>319]</a></span> +asked why I stole his goods. “You +will treat me,” replied I, “with more +civility when you know me better. +Do not be uneasy; I have diamonds +enough for you and myself—more than +all the other merchants together. Whatever +they have they owe to chance; +but I selected for myself, in the bottom +of the valley, those which you see in +this bag.” I had scarcely done speaking +when the other merchants came +crowding about us, much astonished to +see me; but they were much more surprised +when I told them my story.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 384px;"> +<a name="eagles" id="eagles"></a> +<img src="images/fft16.jpg" width="384" height="600" +alt="The merchants wave cloths and swords to scare the eagle from its nest" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">The merchants began their shouting to frighten the eagles</p> + +<p>They conducted me to their encampment, +and there, having opened my +bag, they were surprised at the largeness +of my diamonds, and confessed +that they had never seen any of such +size and perfection. I prayed the merchant +who owned the nest to which I +had been carried (for every merchant +had his own) to take as many for his +share as he pleased. He contented +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>320]</a></span> +himself with one, and that, too, the least +of them; and when I pressed him to take +more, without fear of doing me any +injury, “No,” said he, “I am very well +satisfied with this, which is valuable +enough to save me the trouble of making +any more voyages, and will raise as +great a fortune as I desire.”</p> + +<p>I spent the night with the merchants, +to whom I related my story a second +time, for the satisfaction of those who +had not heard it. I could not moderate +my joy when I found myself delivered +from the danger I have mentioned. I +thought myself in a dream, and could +scarcely believe myself out of danger.</p> + +<p>The merchants had thrown their +pieces of meat into the valley for several +days, and each of them being satisfied +with the diamonds that had fallen to +his lot, we left the place the next morning, +and travelled near high mountains, +where there were serpents of a prodigious +length, which we had the good-fortune +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>321]</a></span> +to escape. We took shipping at +the first port we reached, and touched at +the isle of Roha, where the trees grow +that yield camphor. The tree is so +large, and its branches so thick, that +one hundred men may easily sit under +its shade. The juice, of which the +camphor is made, exudes from a hole +bored in the upper part of the tree, is +received in a vessel, where it thickens +to a consistency, and becomes what we +call camphor. After the juice is thus +drawn out, the tree withers and dies.</p> + +<p>In this island is also found the rhinoceros, +an animal less than the elephant, +but larger than the buffalo. It has a +horn upon its nose, which is solid, and +cleft through the middle. The rhinoceros +fights with the elephant, runs his +horn into his belly, and carries him off +upon his head; but the blood and the +fat of the elephant running into his +eyes and making him blind, he falls to +the ground, and then, strange to relate, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>322]</a></span> +the roc comes and carries them both +away in her claws, for food for her +young ones.</p> + +<p>Here I exchanged some of my diamonds +for merchandise. From hence +we went to other islands, and at last, +having touched at several trading towns +of the continent, we landed at Bussorah, +from whence I proceeded to Bagdad. +There I immediately gave large presents +to the poor, and lived honorably +upon the vast riches I had brought, and +gained with so much fatigue.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>323]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center"> +<table class="top04" style="margin-top: 3em;" summary="Decorative border"> +<tr> +<td align="left"> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<h2>THE HISTORY OF<br /> +ALI COGIA,<br /> +A MERCHANT OF BAGDAD</h2> +<br /><br /><br /> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">I</span>N the reign of the Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid +there lived at Bagdad a +merchant named Ali Cogia, who was +neither of the richest nor yet of the +lowest order. He dwelt in his paternal +house without either wife or children. +He lived contented with what his business +produced, and was as free in his +actions as in his will. During this period +he had for three successive nights a +dream, in which an old man appeared +to him, with a venerable aspect but a +severe countenance, who reprimanded +him for not having yet performed a +pilgrimage to Mecca.</p> + +<p>This dream troubled Ali Cogia very +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>324]</a></span> +much. As a good Mussulman, he was +aware of the necessity for this pilgrimage; +but as he was encumbered +with a house and furniture, and a shop, +he had always considered these as excuses, +and he endeavored to make up +for the neglect by charitable deeds. +But since he had these dreams his conscience +disturbed him, and he was so +fearful of some misfortune that he resolved +no longer to defer this act of +duty.</p> + +<p>To enable himself to perform this in +the following year, Ali Cogia began to +sell his furniture; he then disposed of +his shop, together with the greatest +part of the merchandise, reserving only +such as might be salable at Mecca; and +he found a tenant for his house.</p> + +<p>Having thus arranged everything, he +was ready to set out at the time that +the caravan for Mecca was to take its +departure. The only thing which remained +to be done was to find some +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>325]</a></span> +secure place in which he could leave the +sum of a thousand pieces of gold, which +remained over and above the money he +had set apart for his pilgrimage.</p> + +<p>Ali Cogia chose a jar of a proper size, +and put the thousand pieces of gold into +it, and then filled it up with olives. +After having closed the jar tightly, he +took it to a merchant who was his +friend. “Brother,” said he to him, +“you are not unacquainted with my +intention of setting out on a pilgrimage +to Mecca with the caravan which goes +in a few days; I beg the favor of you to +take charge of this jar of olives till my +return.” The merchant instantly replied: +“Here, this is the key of my warehouse; +take the jar there yourself, and +place it where you think fit. I promise +you that you shall find it in the same +place when you come for it again.”</p> + +<p>The day for departure arriving, Ali +Cogia joined the caravan with a camel +laden with the merchandise he had +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>326]</a></span> +made choice of, which also served him +as a sort of saddle to ride on, and he +arrived in perfect safety at Mecca. He, +together with the other pilgrims, visited +the temple—that edifice, so celebrated +and so frequented every year by all the +Mussulman nations, who repair thither +from all parts of the globe, to observe +the religious ceremonies which are required +of them. When he had acquitted +himself of the duties of his +pilgrimage, he exposed the merchandise +he had brought with him for +sale.</p> + +<p>Two merchants, who were passing +that way, and saw the goods of Ali +Cogia, found them so beautiful that they +stopped to look at them, although they +did not want to purchase them. When +they had satisfied their curiosity, one +said to the other as he was walking +away: “If this merchant knew the profit +he could make of his goods at Cairo, he +would take them there in preference to +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>327]</a></span> +selling them here, where they are not +of so much value.”</p> + +<p>This speech did not escape Ali Cogia, +and as he had often heard of the beauties +of Egypt, he instantly resolved to travel +to that country. Having, therefore, packed +up his bales, he joined the caravan +that was going to Cairo. When he arrived +he found it so much to his advantage, +that in a few days he had disposed of +all his merchandise with much greater +profit than he could possibly +have expected. He then purchased +other goods, intending to go to Damascus, +and while he was waiting for the +convenience of a caravan, which was +to go in six weeks, he not only visited +everything that was worthy of his +curiosity in Cairo, but also went to +view the pyramids, extended his journey +to some distance up the Nile, and +inspected the most celebrated cities +that are situated on its banks.</p> + +<p>As the caravan was passing through +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>328]</a></span> +Jerusalem, Ali Cogia took the opportunity +to visit the temple, which is considered +by all Mussulmans as the most sacred after +that of Mecca, and from +which the place itself has obtained the +title of the Holy City. Ali Cogia found +the city of Damascus so delicious a spot, +from the abundance of its streams, its +meadows, and enchanting gardens, that +everything he had read of its delights, +in different accounts of the place, appeared +to be far below the truth, and +he was tempted to prolong his stay. +As, however, he did not forget that he +had to return to Bagdad, he at length +took his departure and went to Aleppo, +where he also passed some time, and +from thence, after having crossed the +Euphrates, he took the road to Moussoul, +intending to shorten his journey +by going down the Tigris.</p> + +<p>But when Ali Cogia had reached +Moussoul, the Persian merchants with +whom he had travelled from Aleppo, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>329]</a></span> +and had formed an intimacy, gained so +great an ascendancy over his mind by +their obliging manners and agreeable +conversation, that they had no difficulty +in persuading him to accompany them +to Shiraz, from whence it would be +easy for him to return to Bagdad, and +with considerable profit. They took +him through the cities of Sultania, Reï, +Coam, Kaschan, Ispahan, and then to +Shiraz, where he was induced to go with +them to India, and then return again +to Shiraz.</p> + +<p>In this way, reckoning also the time +Ali Cogia resided in each city, it was now +nearly seven years since he had quitted +Bagdad, and he determined to return. +Till this period the friend to whom he +had intrusted the jar of olives before +he left that city had never thought more +of him or his jar. At the very time that +Ali Cogia was on his return with a caravan +from Shiraz, one evening as his +friend the merchant was at supper with +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>330]</a></span> +his family, the conversation by accident +turned upon olives, and his wife expressed +a desire of eating some, adding +that it was a long time since any had +been produced in her house.</p> + +<p>“Now you speak of olives,” said the +merchant, “you remind me that Ali +Cogia, when he went to Mecca seven +years since, left me a jar of them, which +he himself placed in my warehouse, that +he might find them there on his return. +But I know not what is become of Ali +Cogia. Some one, it is true, on the +return of the caravan, told me that he +was gone into Egypt. He must have +died there, as he has never returned in +the course of so many years; we may +surely eat the olives if they are still +good. Give me a dish and a light, and +I will go and get some, that we may +taste them.”</p> + +<p>“In the name of God,” replied the +wife, “do not, my dear husband, commit +so disgraceful an action; you well +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>331]</a></span> +know that nothing is so sacred as a trust +of this kind. You say that it is seven +years since Ali Cogia went to Mecca, +and he has never returned; but you +were informed he was gone into Egypt, +and how can you ascertain that he has +not gone still farther? It is enough that +you have received no intelligence of his +death; he may return to-morrow or the +day after to-morrow. Consider how +infamous it would be for you, as well as +your family, if he were to return, and +you could not restore the jar into his +hands in the same state as when he intrusted +it to your care. For my part, I +declare that I neither wish for any of +these olives, nor will eat any of them. +What I said was merely by way of conversation. +Besides, do you suppose +that, after so long a time, the olives can +be good? They must be spoiled. And +if Ali Cogia returns, as I have a foreboding +that he will, and he perceives +that you have opened the jar, what +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>332]</a></span> +opinion will he form of your friendship +and integrity? I conjure you to abandon +your design.”</p> + +<p>This good woman argued at length, +because she saw, by her husband’s +countenance, that he was resolved to +have his own way. In fact, he got up, +and, taking a light and a dish, went to +his warehouse. “Remember at least,” +said the wife, “that I have no share in +what you are going to do; so do not attribute +any fault to me if you have +hereafter to repent of the action.”</p> + +<p>The merchant still persisted in his +purpose. When he had entered the +warehouse he opened the jar, and found +the olives all spoiled; but to see whether +those that were underneath were as +bad as the upper ones he poured some +out into the dish, and as he shook the +jar to make them fall out the easier +some pieces of gold fell out also. At the +sight of this money the merchant, who +was naturally avaricious, looked into the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>333]</a></span> +jar, and perceived that he had emptied +almost all the olives into the dish, and +that what remained was money in pieces +of gold. He put the olives again into +the jar, and, covering it, left the warehouse.</p> + +<p>“You spoke the truth, wife,” said he, +when he returned. “The olives are all +spoiled, and I have stopped up the jar +again, so that if Ali Cogia ever comes +back he will not discover that I have +touched it.” “You would have done +better to take my advice,” returned the +wife, “not to have meddled with it. +God grant that no evil may come of it.” +The merchant paid as little attention to +these last words of his wife as he had +done to her former remonstrance. He +passed almost the whole night in devising +means to take possession of Ali +Cogia’s money in such a way that he +might enjoy it in security should the +owner ever return and claim the jar. +The next morning, very early, he went +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>334]</a></span> +out to buy some olives of that year’s +growth. He threw away those which +had been in Ali Cogia’s jar, and, taking +out the gold, he put it in a place of +safety; then filling the jar with the fresh +olives he had just bought he put on the +same cover, and placed it in the same +spot where Ali Cogia had left it.</p> + +<p>About a month after the merchant +had committed this treacherous act Ali +Cogia arrived at Bagdad, after his long +absence from that city. As he had +leased his house before his departure +he alighted at a khan, where he took a +lodging until he had informed his tenant +of his return, that the latter might procure +himself another residence.</p> + +<p>The next day Ali Cogia went to see +his friend the merchant, who received +him with open arms, testifying the utmost +joy at seeing him again, after an +absence of so many years, which he said +almost made him despair of ever beholding +him any more.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>335]</a></span> +After the usual compliments, Ali +Cogia begged the merchant to return +him the jar of olives which he had left +in his care, at the same time apologizing +for having troubled him. “My dear +friend,” replied the merchant, “do not +think of making excuses; your jar has +been no encumbrance to me, and I +should have done the same with you had +I been situated as you were. Here is the +key of my warehouse, go and take it; you +will find it where you put it yourself.”</p> + +<p>Ali Cogia went to the warehouse and +took out the jar, and having given the +key to the merchant, he thanked him +for the favor he had done him, and returned +to the khan where he lodged. +He opened the jar, and, thrusting his +hand to the depth where he supposed +the thousand pieces of gold might be, +he was extremely surprised at not feeling +them. He thought he must be deceived, +and to relieve his doubts he took +some of the dishes and other utensils of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>336]</a></span> +his travelling kitchen and emptied out +all the olives without finding one single +piece of money. He was motionless +with astonishment, and raising his eyes +and hands towards heaven, “Is it possible,” +he at length exclaimed, “that +a man whom I considered as my friend +could be capable of so flagrant a breach +of trust?”</p> + +<p>Ali Cogia, exceedingly alarmed at the +idea of so considerable a loss, returned +to the merchant. “My good friend,” +said he, “do not be surprised that I +should return to you so quickly; I confess +that I knew the jar of olives which +I just now took out of your warehouse +to be mine; but I had put a thousand +pieces of gold in it with the olives, and +these I cannot find; perhaps you have +wanted them in your trade, and have +made use of them. If that be the case, +they are much at your service; I only +beg of you to relieve my fears, and give +me some acknowledgment for them; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>337]</a></span> +after this you will return them to me +whenever it may be most convenient.”</p> + +<p>The merchant, who expected Ali +Cogia to return to him, had prepared an +answer. “My friend,” replied he, “when +you brought me the jar of olives, did I +touch it? Did I not give you the key +of my wareroom? Did you not deposit +it there yourself? and did you not find +it in the same place where you put it, +exactly in the same state, and covered +in the same manner? If you put money +in it, there you must find it. You told +me it contained olives, and I believed +you. This is all I know about the matter; +you may believe me or not as you +please, but I assure you I have not +touched it.”</p> + +<p>Ali Cogia used the gentlest means to +enable the merchant to justify himself. +“I love peaceable measures,” said he, +“and I should be sorry to proceed to +extremities, which would not be very +creditable to you in the eyes of the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>338]</a></span> +world. Consider that merchants, such +as we are, should abandon all private +interests to preserve their reputation. +Once more I tell you that I should be +sorry if your obstinacy compels me to +apply to the forms allowed by justice, +for I have always preferred losing something +of my right to having recourse to +those means.”</p> + +<p>“Ali Cogia,” resumed the merchant, +“you confess that you have deposited +a jar of olives with me, that you took +possession of it again, and that you +carried it away; and now you come to +demand of me a thousand pieces of gold. +Did you tell me they were contained in +the jar? I am even ignorant that there +were olives in it; you did not show them +to me! I am surprised that you did +not require pearls and diamonds rather +than money. Take my advice: go +home, and do not assemble a crowd +about my door.”</p> + +<p>Some people had already stopped +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>339]</a></span> +before his shop; and these last words, pronounced +in an angry voice, not only +collected a larger number, but made +the neighboring merchants come out +of their shops to inquire the reason of +the dispute. When Ali Cogia had explained +to them the subject, the most +earnest in the cause asked the merchant +what reply he had to make.</p> + +<p>The merchant owned that he had kept +the jar belonging to Ali Cogia in his +warehouse, but he denied having touched +it, and made oath that he only knew +that it contained olives because Ali +Cogia had told him so, and that he considered +them all as witnesses of the insulting +affront which had been offered +to him in his own house.</p> + +<p>“You have drawn the affront on +yourself,” said Ali Cogia, taking him by +the arm; “but since you behave so +wickedly, I cite you by the law of God. +Let us see if you will have the face to +say the same before the cadi.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>340]</a></span> +At this summons, which every true +Mussulman must obey, unless he rebels +against his religion, the merchant had +not the courage to offer any resistance. +“Come,” said he, “that is the very +thing I wish; we shall see who is wrong, +you or I.”</p> + +<p>Ali Cogia conducted the merchant +before the tribunal of the cadi, where +he accused him of having stolen a +thousand pieces of gold which were deposited +in his care, relating the fact as +it took place. The cadi inquired if he +had any witnesses. He replied that +he had not taken this precaution, because +he supposed the person to whom +he had intrusted his money to be his +friend, and till now an honest man.</p> + +<p>The merchant urged nothing more in +his defence than what he had already +said to Ali Cogia in the presence of his +neighbors, and he concluded by offering +to take his oath not only that it was +false that he had taken the thousand +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>341]</a></span> +pieces of gold, but even that he had any +knowledge of their being in his possession. +The cadi accepted the oath, +after which he was dismissed as innocent.</p> + +<p>Ali Cogia, extremely mortified to find +himself condemned to suffer so considerable +a loss, protested against the sentence, +and declared to the cadi that +he would lay his complaint before the +Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid, who would +do him justice; but the cadi did not regard +this threat, and he considered it +merely as the effect of the resentment +natural to all who lose their cause, and +he thought he had performed his duty +by acquitting one who was accused +without any witnesses to prove the fact.</p> + +<p>While the merchant was triumphing +in his success over Ali Cogia, and indulging +his joy at having made so good +a bargain of the thousand pieces of +gold, Ali Cogia went to draw up a petition. +And the next day, having chosen +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>342]</a></span> +the time when the caliph should return +from midday prayers, he placed himself +in a street which led to the mosque, +and when he passed, held out his hand +with the petition. An officer to whom +this function belongs, who was walking +before the caliph, instantly left his place +and came to take it, that he might present +it to his master.</p> + +<p>As Ali Cogia knew that it was the +usual custom of the Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid, +when he returned to his +palace, to examine with his own eyes +all the petitions that were presented to +him in this way, he therefore followed +the procession, went into the palace, +and waited till the officer who had +taken the petition should come out of +the apartment of the caliph. When +he made his appearance he told Ali +Cogia that the caliph had read his petition, +and appointed the following day +to give him an audience; and having +inquired of him where the merchant +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>343]</a></span> +lived, he sent to give him notice to +attend the next day at the same time.</p> + +<div class="figcenter ipadtop" style="width: 390px;"> +<a name="caliph" id="caliph"></a> +<img src="images/fft17.jpg" width="390" height="600" +alt="The caliph and two other men stand and listen to the group of children" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">The caliph listening to the children’s court</p> + +<p>On the evening of the same day, the +caliph, with the grand vizier Giafar and +Mesrour, the chief of the eunuchs, all +three disguised in the same manner, +went to make his usual excursion into +the city, as it was his custom frequently +to do. In passing through a street the +caliph heard a noise. He hastened his +pace, and came to a door which opened +into a court, where ten or twelve children, +who had not gone to rest, were +playing by moonlight, as he perceived +by looking through a crevice.</p> + +<p>The caliph, feeling some curiosity to +know what these children were playing +at, sat down on a stone bench, which +was placed very conveniently near the +door; and as he was looking at them +through the crevice he heard one of +the most lively and intelligent among +them say to the others: “Let us play at +the cadi. I am the cadi. Bring before +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>344]</a></span> +me Ali Cogia and the merchant who stole +the thousand pieces of gold from him.”</p> + +<p>These words of the child reminded +the caliph of the petition which had +been presented to him that day, and +which he had read; he therefore redoubled +his attention to hear the result +of the trial.</p> + +<p>As the affair between Ali Cogia and +the merchant was a new thing, and +much talked of in the city of Bagdad, +even among children, the rest of this +youthful party fully agreed to the proposal, +and each chose the character he +would perform. No one disputed the +part of the cadi with him who had +made choice of it; and when he had +taken his seat with all the pomp and +gravity of a cadi, another, personating +the officer who attends the tribunal, +presented two others to him, one of +whom he called Ali Cogia, and the next +the merchant against whom Ali Cogia +preferred his complaint.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>345]</a></span> +The pretended cadi then addressed +the feigned Ali Cogia. “Ali Cogia,” +said he, “what do you require of this +merchant?” He who personated this +character then made a low bow, and +informed the cadi of the facts, and concluded +by beseeching him to be pleased +to interpose his authority to prevent his +sustaining so considerable a loss. The +feigned cadi, after having listened to +Ali Cogia, turned to the merchant, and +asked him why he did not return to Ali +Cogia the sum he demanded of him. +This young merchant made use of the +same arguments which the real one had +alleged before the cadi of Bagdad, and +also in the same manner asked him to +suffer him to swear that what he said +was the truth.</p> + +<p>“Not so fast,” replied the pretended +cadi; “before we come to swearing I +should like to see the jar of olives. Ali +Cogia,” said he, addressing the boy who +acted this part, “have you brought the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>346]</a></span> +jar with you?” As the latter replied +that he had not, he desired him to go +and fetch it.</p> + +<p>Ali Cogia disappeared for a few minutes, +and then returning, pretended to +bring a jar to the cadi, which he said +was the same that had been deposited +with the merchant, and was now returned +to him. Not to omit any of the +usual forms, the cadi asked the merchant +if he owned it to be the same jar, +and the merchant proving by his silence +that he could not deny it, he ordered it +to be opened. The feigned Ali Cogia +then made a motion as if he were taking +off the cover, and the cadi that of +looking into the jar. “These are fine +olives; let me taste,” said he. Then, pretending +to take one to taste, he added: +“They are excellent. But,” continued +he, “I think that olives which have been +kept seven years would not be so good. +Order some olive merchants to be called, +and let them give their opinion.” Two +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>347]</a></span> +boys were then presented to him. “Are +you olive merchants?” he inquired; to +which they having replied in the affirmative, +he added: “Tell me, then, if you +know how long olives, that are prepared +by people who make it their business, +can be preserved good to eat?”</p> + +<p>“Sir,” replied the feigned merchants, +“whatever care may be taken to preserve +them, they are worth nothing after +the third year; they lose both their +flavor and color, and are only fit to be +thrown away.” “If that be the case,” +resumed the young cadi, “look at this +jar, and tell me how long the olives have +been kept that are in it.”</p> + +<p>The feigned merchants then pretended +to examine and taste the olives, and +told the cadi that they were fresh and +good. “You are mistaken,” replied +the cadi; “here is Ali Cogia, who says +that he put them into the jar seven years +ago.” “Sir,” said the merchants, “we +can assure you that these olives are of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>348]</a></span> +this year’s growth, and we will maintain +that there is not a single merchant +in Bagdad who will not be of the same +way of thinking.” The accused merchant +was going to protest against this +testimony of the others, but the cadi +did not allow him time. “Silence!” +said he; “thou art a thief, and shalt be +hanged.” The children then clapped +their hands, showed great marks of joy, +and finished their game by seizing the +supposed criminal, and carrying him +off as if to execution.</p> + +<p>It is impossible to express how much +the Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid admired +the wisdom and acuteness of the boy, +who had pronounced so just a sentence +on the very case which was to be pleaded +before him on the morrow. Taking his +eyes from the crevice, he rose, and asked +the grand vizier, who had been attending +to all that passed, if he had heard +the sentence given by the boy, and what +he thought of it. “Commander of the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>349]</a></span> +Faithful,” replied Giafar, “I am astonished +at the wisdom evinced by this +boy at so early an age.”</p> + +<p>“But,” resumed the caliph, “do you +know that to-morrow I am to give my +decision on this very affair, and that +the true Ali Cogia has this morning +presented a petition to me on the subject?”</p> + +<p>“So I understand from your majesty,” +replied the grand vizier. “Do you +think,” said the caliph, “that I can give +a juster sentence than that we have now +heard?” “If the affair be the same,” +returned the grand vizier, “it appears +to me that your majesty cannot proceed +in a better manner, nor give any +other judgment.” “Notice well this +house, then,” said the caliph, “and +bring me the boy to-morrow, that he +may judge the same cause in my presence. +Order the cadi, also, who acquitted +the merchant, to be at the +palace, that he may learn his duty from +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>350]</a></span> +this child, and correct his deficiencies. +I desire, too, that you will tell Ali Cogia +to bring with him his jar of olives, and +do you procure two olive merchants +to be present at the audience.” The +caliph gave this order as he continued +his walk, which he finished without +meeting with anything else that deserved +his attention.</p> + +<p>On the morrow the grand vizier repaired +to the house where the caliph had +been witness to the game the children +had played at, and he asked to speak to +the master of it, but he being gone out, +he was introduced to the mistress. He +asked her if she had any children; she +replied that she had three, whom she +brought to him. “My children,” said +he to them, “which of you acted the +cadi last night as you were playing together?” +The eldest replied that it +was he; and as he was ignorant of the +reason for this question, he changed +color. “My child,” said the grand +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>351]</a></span> +vizier, “come with me; the Commander +of the Faithful wishes to see you.”</p> + +<p>The mother was extremely alarmed +when she saw that the vizier was going +to take away her son. “Sir,” said she, +“is it to take away my son entirely that +the Commander of the Faithful has sent +for him?” The grand vizier quieted her +fears by promising that her son should +be sent back again in less than an hour, +and that when he returned she would +learn the reason of his being sent for, +which would give her great pleasure. +“If that be the case, sir,” replied she, +“permit me first to change his dress, +that he may be more fit to appear before +the Commander of the Faithful.” +And she immediately put on her son a +clean suit.</p> + +<p>The grand vizier conducted the boy +to the caliph, and presented him at the +time appointed for hearing Ali Cogia +and the merchant.</p> + +<p>The caliph, seeing the child rather +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>352]</a></span> +terrified, and wishing to prepare him for +what he expected him to do, said to him: +“Come here, my boy, draw near. Was +it you who yesterday passed sentence +on the case of Ali Cogia and the merchant +who robbed him of his gold? I +both saw and heard you, and am very +well satisfied with you.” The child +began to gain confidence, and modestly +answered that it was he. “My child,” +resumed the caliph, “you shall see +the true Ali Cogia and the merchant +to-day; come and sit down next to +me.”</p> + +<p>The caliph then took the boy by the +hand, and seated himself on his throne, +and having placed him next to him, he +inquired for the parties; they advanced, +and the name of each was pronounced +as he touched with his forehead the +carpet that covered the throne. When +they had risen, the caliph said to them: +“Let each of you plead your cause; this +child will hear and administer justice +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>353]</a></span> +to you, and if anything be deficient, I +will remedy it.”</p> + +<p>Ali Cogia and the merchant each +spoke in his turn; and when the merchant +requested to be allowed to take +the same oath he had taken on his first +examination, the boy answered that it +was not yet time, for it was first necessary +to inspect the jar of olives. At +these words Ali Cogia produced the jar, +placed it at the feet of the caliph, and +uncovered it. The caliph looked at the +olives, and took one, which he tasted. +The jar was then handed to some skilful +merchants who had been ordered to appear, +and they reported it as their opinion +that the olives were good, and of +that year’s growth. The boy told them +Ali Cogia assured him they had been in +the jar seven years, to which the real +merchants returned the same answer +which the children as feigned merchants +had made on the preceding +evening.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>354]</a></span> +Although the accused merchant plainly +saw that the two olive merchants had +thus pronounced his condemnation, yet +he nevertheless attempted to allege reasons +in his justification; the boy, however, +did not venture to pronounce +sentence on him and send him to execution. +“Commander of the Faithful,” +said he, “this is not a game; it is your +majesty alone who can condemn to +death seriously, and not I; I did it +yesterday only in play.”</p> + +<p>The caliph, fully persuaded of the +treachery of the merchant, gave him +up to the ministers of justice to have +him hung; and this sentence was executed +after he had confessed where the +thousand pieces of gold were concealed, +which were then returned to Ali Cogia. +This monarch, in short, so celebrated +for his justice and equity, after having +advised the cadi who had passed the +first sentence, and who was present, to +learn from a child to be more exact in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>355]</a></span> +the performance of his office, embraced +the boy, and sent him home again with +a purse containing a hundred pieces of +gold, which he ordered to be given him +as a proof of his liberality.</p> + + +<p class="center padtop padbase">THE END</p> + + + +<div class="bbox"> +<p><b>Transcriber's Note</b></p> + +<p>Minor typographic errors—for example, punctuation errors, omitted or +transposed letters—have been repaired. 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