CHILDREN'S
LITERATURE
5 TH EDITION
JOHNSON
SICKELS'
SAVERS
HOROVITZ
Anthology of Children's Literature
5th Edition
Edna Johnson
Evelyn R. Sickels
Frances Clarke Sayers
Carolyn Horovitz
Hopewell, N.J.
Palo Alto
London
or
Childrerts
Literature
Copyright 1977, 1970 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Copyright 1959 by Edna Johnson, Evelyn R. Sickels, and
Frances Clarke Sayers. Copyright, 1948, by Edna Johnson
and Evelyn R. Sickels. Copyright, 1935, by Edna Johnson
and Carrie E. Scott. The selections reprinted in this book
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Addison-Wesley Publishing Company Selection reprinted Livingston; used by permission of Atheneum Publishers.
from Window Into An Egg, 1969, by Geraldine Flana- "Out Loud," from Winter Alphabet; copyright 1973 by
gan, a Young Scott Book, by permission of Addison-Wesley Eve Merriam; used by permission of Atheneum Publish-
Publishing Company. "The Princess and Jose," reprinted ers. Selection from The Grey King (A Margaret K. McEl-
from The Boy Who Could Do Anything 1942, 1970, by derry Book); copyright 1975 by Susan Cooper; used by
Anita Brenner, a Young Scott Book, by permission of permission of Atheneum Publishers. Selection from From
Addison-Wesley Publishing Company, Inc. The Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler; copy-
right 1967 by E. L. Konigsburg; used by permission of
Samuel Allen "To Satch," from American Negro Poetry Atheneum Publishers.
by Arna Bontemps (Hill, 1963).
A. S. Barnes & Company, Inc. "The Little Humpbacked
Angus & Robertson Ltd."Egrets," from Collected Poems Horse," from Russian Wonder Tales by Post Wheeler.
1942-1970 by Judith Wright.
The Bobbs-Merrill Company, Inc. "Young Soul," from
Edward Arnold (Publishers) Ltd. "Pandora" and "Pro- Black Magic Poetry 1961-1967, copyright 1969 by
metheus and the Firebringer," from Orpheus with His LeRoi Jones, reprinted by permission of the publishers,
Lute by W. M. L. Hutchinson. The Bobbs-Merrill Company, Inc.
Associated Book Publishers Ltd. "Eins, zwei, Polizei," The Bodley Head "Mr. Punchinello," from Tom Tiddler's
"Un, deux, trois," and "Une fill'a battu," from Nursery Ground by Walter de la Mare.
Rhymes and Tales by Henry Bett, published by Methuen &
Co., Ltd. Laura Cecil, Literary Agent "The Old Wife and the
Ghost," "Bobadil," "The Footprint," and "If Pigs Could
Atheneum Publishers, Inc. "A Letter to Noel," from Fly," from The Blackbird in the Lilac by James Reeves
Nothing Is Impossible; copyright 1969 by Mary Cornelia copyright 1952 by James Reeves, published by the
Aldis Porter; used by permission of Atheneum Publishers. Oxford University Press, 1952. Reprinted with permission
"Little Jock Sander of Dee" and "Row, row, row . ,"
. . of the author and Oxford University Press, London.
from It's Raining Said John Twaining (A Margaret K. Prefabulous Animiles by James Reeves copyright 1957
McElderry Book); copyright 1973 by N. M. Bodecker; by James Reeves, published by William Heinemann Ltd.,
used by permission of Atheneum Publishers. "'Let's Mar- 1957, and by E. P. Button & Co., Inc. 1960. "Uricon-
ry!' Said the Cherry," from Let's Marry Said the Cherry ium," from The Blackbird in the Lilac by James Reeves
(A Margaret K. McElderry Book); copyright 1974 by N. copyright 1952 by James Reeves, published by the
M. Bodecker; used by permission of Atheneum Publishers. Oxford University Press 1952. Permission granted by the
"I want to laugh," from Songs of the Dream People: author.
Chants and Images from the Indians and Eskimos of
North America, edited by James Houston (A Margaret K. Chicago Tribune "The Dinosaur," by Bert Leston Taylor.
McElderry Book); copyright 1972 by James Houston; Reprinted, courtesy of the Chicago Tribune.
used by permission of Atheneum Publishers and Longman
Canada Limited. "Only A Little Litter" and "The Way That William Collins & World Publishing Co., Inc. "I love to
It's Going," from The Malibu and Other Poems (A Marga- go to lectures," reprinted by permission of William Collins
ret K. McElderry Book); copyright 1972 by Myra Cohn & World Publishing Co., Inc., from The Book of Giggles
collected by William Cole and illustrated by Tomi Ungerer. day &
Company, Inc. Selection frommii and the Detec-
Copyright 1970 by William Cole and Tomi Ungerer. tives by Erich Kastner, copyright 1929, 1930 by Doubleday
& Co. Reprinted by permission of Doubleday & Co., Inc.
Estate of Padraic Colum "Phaethon," "Bellerophon," and "Trees," by Calvin O'John from The Whispering Wind:
"The Seven Sleepers," from The Forge in the Forest by Poetry by Young American Indians, edited by Terry
Padraic Colum (Macmillan, 1925); "Orpheus," from Or- Allen, copyright 1972 by The Institute of American
pheus, Myths of the World by Padraic Colum (Macmillan, Indian Arts. Reprinted by permission of Doubleday & Co.,
1930). Inc. "The Yak" copyright 1952 by Theodore Roethke,
"The Meadow Mouse" copyright 1963 by Beatrice Roeth-
David C. Cooke Chapter 11 from Apache Warrior by ke as Administratrix to the Estate of Theodore Roethke,
David C. Cooke, published by Grosset & Dunlap, 1963. "The Serpent" copyright 1950 by Theodore Roethke,
"Dinky" copyright 1953 by Theodore Roethke, "The Bat"
Coward, McCann & Geoghegan, Inc. Chapter 10 from The copyright 1938 by Theodore Roethke; all from The Col-
Return of the Twelves by Pauline Clarke, copyright lected Poems of Theodore Roethke. Reprinted by permis-
1962 by Pauline Clarke; reprinted by permission of Cow- sion of Doubleday & Co., Inc.
ard, McCann & Geoghegan, Inc., and Faber and Faber,
Ltd. Duckworth and Company Limited "Overheard on a Salt-
marsh" and "Milk for the Cat," from Collected Poems by
Thomas Y. Crowell Company, Inc. "Dilly Dilly Piccalilli" Harold Monro (published by Gerald Duckworth, London).
and "Knock! Knock! Anybody there?," from Father Fox's
Pennyrhym.es. Copyright 1971 by Clyde Watson, with E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc. "Kate Mary Ellen," from A Boy in
permission of Thomas Y. Crowell Company, Inc. Chapter Eirinn by Padraic Colum, copyright 1929 by E. P.
10 from Langston Hughes: A Biography by Milton Melt- Dutton & Co., Inc., renewal 1957 by Padraic Colum. "Ah
zer. Copyright 1968 by Milton Meltzer, with permission Tcha the Sleeper" from Shen of the Sea by Arthur Bowie
of Thomas Y. Crowell Company, Inc. Selections from Chrisman, copyright 1925 by E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc.,
Laughable Limericks by Sara and John Brewton. Copy- renewal, 1953 by Arthur Bowie Chrisman. "I Look at
right 1965 by Sara and John Brewton, with permission of Winter," from My Side of the Mountain by Jean George,
Thomas Y. Crowell Company, Inc. "Why the Ant is Almost copyright 1959 by Jean George. "The March to Lanka,"
Cut in Two," from Winter Telling Stories by Alice Marri- from Rama, The Hero of India by Dhan Gopal Mukerji,
ott. Copyright 1947, 1959 by Alice Marriott, with permis- copyright 1930 by E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc. "The Hare
sion of Thomas Y. Crowell Company, Inc. Selection from that Ran Away," from Eastern Stories and Legends by
Tituba of Salem Village by Ann Petry. Copyright 1964 Marie L. Shedlock, copyright 1920 by E. P. Dutton & Co.,
by Ann Petry, with permission of Thomas Y. Crowell Co., Inc., renewal, 1948 by Arthur C. Jennings. "The Children
Inc."From Tiger to Anansi," from Anansi, The Spider of Lir," from Celtic Wonder Tales retold by Ella Young,
Man by Philip M. Sherlock. Copyright 1954 by Philip M. published in the United States by E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc.
Sherlock, with permission of Thomas Y. Crowell Co., Inc. and reprinted with their permission.
"The Golden Goose" from Household Tales by Jacob and
Waring Cuney "Good Luck Town Blues," reprinted by Wilhelm Grimm, edited and partly retranslated by Marian
permission of the author. Edwardes. An Everyman's Library Edition. Published in
the United States by E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc., reprinted by
Guy Daniels "The Mouse and the Rat," from The 15 permission of E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc. and J. M. Dent &
Fables of Krylov, translated by Guy Daniels and reprinted Sons Ltd., London. Selection from Far Away and Long
with his permission. Ago by W. H. Hudson. Copyright 1918 by E. P. Dutton &
Co., Inc.; renewal 1946 by The Royal Society for the
The Literary Trustees of Walter de la Mare and The Society Protection of Birds. Reprinted by permission of the pub-
of Authors as their Representative "Nicholas Nye," lishers, E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc. Selection from The Book
"Miss T," "Silver," "Some One," and "Silver," by Walter de of Nonsense edited by Roger Lancelyn Green. A Children's
la Mare. Illustrated Classics Edition. Published in the United States
by E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc., reprinted by permission of E.
J. tt. Dent & Sons Ltd. "Little Red Riding Hood" and P. Dutton & Co., Inc. and J. M. Dent & Sons Ltd., London.
"Toads and Diamonds," from Fairy Tales by Charles "Tradja of Norway" and "Gretchen," from The Land of
Peirault. Reprinted by permission of J. M. Dent & Sons Nursery Rhymes by Alice Daglish and Ernest Rhys. Pub-
Ltd. lished in the United States by E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc.,
reprinted by permission of E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc. and J.
The Dial Press "The Fox and the Thrush," from Three M. Dent & Sons Ltd., London. "Niamh of the Golden Hair"
Roi Is and One Doughnut: Fables from Russia by Mirra from The High Deeds of Finn Mac Cool by Rosemary
Gir sburg. Copyright 1970 by Mirra Ginsburg. Reprinted Sutcliff Copyright
. 1967 by Rosemary Sutcliff, reprinted
wit n the permission of The Dial Press. "The Knee-High by permission of E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc. and A. Watkins,
Ma i," a story in the book, The Knee-High Man and Other Inc.
Tal es by Julius Lester. Copyright 1972 by Julius Lester.
Ust d with permission of The Dial Press. Selection from To Mari Evans "Who Can Be Born Black" from I Am A
Be a Slave by Julius Lester. Copyright 1968 by Julius Black Woman, published by Wm. Morrow & Company,
Let ter. Reprinted with the permission of The Dial Press. 1970, by permission of the author.
Ed' /ard Dorn "Vaquero," reprinted by permission of the Farrar, Straus & Giroux, Inc. "I Pass the Pipe" and "Song
aut lor. of Creation," from In the Trail of the Wind by John
Bierhorst, Copyright 1971 by John Bierhorst. Selection
Doi bleday & Company, Inc. Selection from Anne Frank: from The Last Elizabethan by Constance Fecher, Copy-
Th< Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank, copyright right 1972 by Constance Fecher. "Dance Poem," from
195 2 by Otto H. Frank. Reprinted by permission of Double- Spin a Soft Black Song by Nikki Giovanni, Copyright
1971 by Nikki Giovanni. "With the Roses," from Selected Dusk," from Smoke and Steel by Sandburg, copyright
Writings of Juan Ramon Jimenez, translated by H. R. 1920, by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.; "Fog," from
Hays, Copyright 1957 by Juan Ramon Jimenez. "Water- Chicago Poems by Carl Sandburg, copyright, 1916, by
melon," from Black Pow-Wow by Ted Joans, Copyright Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Inc.; copyright, 1944, by Carl
1969 by Ted Joans. "A Day of Pleasure," from A Day of Sandburg. "Peculiarsome Abe," from Abe Lincoln Grows
Pleasure by Isaac Bashevis Singer, Copyright 1963, Up by Carl Sandburg, copyright, 1926, 1928, by Harcourt
1965, 1966, 1969 by Isaac Bashevis Singer. "Cat," from Brace Jovanovich, Inc.; renewed, 1954, 1956, by Carl
Small Poems by Valerie Worth, Copyright 1972 by Sandburg. "The Huckabuck Family and How They Raised
Valerie Worth. Pop Corn in Nebraska and Quit and Came Back," from
Rootabaga Stories by Carl Sandburg, copyright, 1922,
Julia Fields "Madness One Monday Evening," reprinted 1923, by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.; renewed, 1950,
by permission of the author. 1951, by Carl Sandburg. "A Lucky Day," from A Lemon
and a Star copyright 1955 by E. C. Spykman. "Digging
Donald Finkel "Hunting Song," from The Clothing's for China," from Things of This World, 1965 by Richard
New Emperor- (Scribner's, 1955), reprinted by permission Wilbur. "What is the opposite of doe?" and "The opposite of
of the author. fast is loose," from Opposites: Poems and Drawings,
1973 by Richard Wilbur. All reprinted by permission of
Folklore Archives "One Bright Day," from Tomfoolery: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.
Trickery and Foolery with Words, edited by Alvin Selection from The Walls of Windy Troy, copyright
Schwartz (Lippincott, 1973). Reprinted with permission of 1960 by Marjorie Braymer. "The Silly Goose War," from
the Folklore Archives, University of Pennsylvania. Tit for Tat and Other Latvian Folk Tales, copyright,
1967 by Mae J. Durham. "What Happened to Katherine"
Michael Gibson "Luck," from Collected Poems 1905- from Half Magic by Edward Eager, copyright, 1954, by
1925 by Wilfred Gibson. "The Ponies" from Fuel, edited by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc. Chapter 1 fromRufusM,
W. W. Gibson (Macmillan, 1934). copyright, 1943, renewed, 1971, by Eleanor Estes. "The
Twelve Months" and "Budelinek" from The Shoemaker's
Ginn and Company "How St. George Fought the Dragon," Apron, copyright, 1920, by Parker Fillmore; renewed,
from Page, Esquire, and Knight, by Marion Florence 1948, by Louise Fillmore. "The Bear Says North" and
Lansing, of THE OPEN ROAD LIBRARY, Copyright, "Mighty Mikko," from Mighty Mikko, copyright, 1922, by
1910, by Marion Florence Lansing, Copyright renewed, Parker Fillmore; renewed, 1950, by Louise Fillmore. "The
1938, by Marion Florence Lansing. Used by permission of Talking Pot" from Thirteen Danish Tales by Mary C.
the publisher, Ginn and Company (Xerox Corporation). Hatch, copyright, 1947, by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich,
Inc.; renewed, 1975, by Edgun Wulff. Selection from The
Grosset &Dunlap, Inc. "A Slaveholder's Promise," re- Borrowers, copyright, 1952, 1953, by Mary Norton.
printed from Journey Toward Freedom: The Story of Selection from Paul Bunyan, copyright, 1924, 1954, by
Sojourner Truth by Jacqueline Bernard. Copyright 1967 Esther Shephard. Selection from The Little Prince by
by Jacqueline Bernard. Published by Grosset and Dunlap, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, copyright, 1943, renewed,
Inc., New York. Reprinted by permission of the publisher. 1971, by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc. Selection from
Wind, Sand and Stars, copyright 1939, by Antoine de
Grove Press, Inc. "Mosca" and "The Yawn," from The Saint-Exupery; renewed, 1967, by Lewis Galantiere. "The
Marble Boy" from Mary Poppins Opens the Door, copy-
Cities by Paul Blackburn. Reprinted by permission of
Grove Press, Inc., Copyright 1967 by Paul Blackburn. right, 1943, renewed, 1971, by P. L. Travers. "Swimmers"
"The Diver," from Selected Poems by Pablo Neruda. from This Singing World by Louis Untermeyer, copyright,
1923, by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.; renewed, 1951,
Reprinted by permission of Grove Press, Inc., Copyright
1961 by Grove Press, Inc.; Translator's foreword and by Louis Untermeyer. All reprinted by permission of Har-
court Brace Jovanovich, Inc.
English texts 1961 by Ben Belitt.
Selection from The Children of Green Knowe, copy-
right, 1954 1955, by L. M. Boston. Reprinted by permis-
Vida Lindo Guiterman "What the Gray Cat Sings," from / sion of Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc. and Faber and
Sing the Pioneer by Arthur Guiterman (E. P. Dutton) Faber, Ltd. "Macavity: The Mystery Cat" and "The Nam-
republished by permission of Vida Lindo Guiterman, who ing of Cats," from Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats,
owns the copyright.
copyright, 1939, by T. S. Eliot; renewed, 1967, by Esme
Valerie Eliot. Reprinted by permission of Harcourt Brace
Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc. "If Things Were Bet- Jovanovich, Inc. and Faber and Faber Ltd.
ter," from Cricket Songs: Japanese Haiku, translated and
1964 by Harry Behn. "Near and Far," from Windy Hamish Hamilton Ltd. "Elsie Marley," from The Mother
Morning, copyright, 1953 by Harry Behn. "Coyote and the Goose Treasury by Raymond Briggs.
Crying Song," from People of the Short Blue Corn, copy-
right 1970 by Harold Courlander. "Why Wisdom is Found Harper & Row, Publishers, Inc. Chapter Ten from Har-
Everywhere," from The-Hat-Shaking Dance and Other riet The Spy by Louise Fitzhugh. Copyright 1964 by
Ashanti Tales from Ghana, 1957 by Harold Courlander. Louise Fitzhugh. "May 10th," in The Privilege by Maxine
"Buffalo Bill's" and "hist whist," copyright 1923, 1951, by Kumin. Copyright 1964 by Maxine W. Kumin. Originally
E. E. Cummings; "who are you, little i," copyright 1963 by appeared in The New Yorker. "The Presence," in The
Marion Morehouse Cummings; "In Just-" and "all in green Nightmare Factory by Maxine Kumin. Copyright 1969
went my love riding," copyright, 1923, 1951, by E. E. by Maxine Kumin. "The Feast," from The Secret Lan-
Cummings; all reprinted from Complete Poems 1913- guage by Ursula Nordstrom. Text copyright 1960 by
1962 by E. E. Cummings. "It is an Outfielder," 1963 by Ursula Nordstrom. Chapter Five from Peter, The Revolu-
Ron Loewinson. Reprinted from his volume, Meat Air. tionary Tsar by Peter Brock Putnam. Text copyright
"Arithmetic," Co'pyright 1950, by Carl Sandburg. Re- 1973 by Peter Brock Putnam. "The Swan Maiden," from
printed from his volume, Complete Poems. "Buffalo The Wonder Clock by Howard Pyle. Pierre: A Cautionary
Tale by Maurice Sendak. Copyright 1962 by Maurice Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Publishers. Selection from
Sendak. "Boa Constrictor," from Where the Sidewalk Wildcat Under Glass by Alki Zei. Translated by Edward
Ends by Shel Silverstein. Copyright & 1974 by Shel Silver- Fenton. Copyright 1968 by Edward Fenton. First pub-
stein. "In Response to a Question," in Traveling Through lished in Greek by Editions "Themelio" under the title To
the Dark by William Stafford. Copyright 1961 by William Kaplani Tis Vitrinas. Copyright 1963 by Alki Zei.
Stafford. Chapter Five from Charlotte's Web by E. B. Reprinted by permission of Holt, Rinehart and Winston,
White. Copyright, 1952, by E. B. White. All selections Publishers.
reprinted by permission of Harper & Row, Publishers, Inc. "The Goat Well," from The Fire on the Mountain and
Pelle's New Suit by Elsa Beskow. Selection from Biog- Other Ethiopian Stories by Harold Courlander and Wolf
raphy of an Atom by J. Bronowski and Millicent E. Leslau. Copyright 1950 by Holt, Rinehart and Winston.
Selsam. Copyright 1963 by J. Bronowski and Millicent E. Reprinted by permission of Holt, Rinehart and Winston,
Selsam. "The Canoe in the Rapids," from The Talking Cat Publishers. "Thor Gains His Hammer" and "Thor's Un-
And Other Stories of French Canada. Copyright, 1952 by lucky Journey," from Thunder of the Gods by Dorothy
Natalie Savage Carlson. "Incident," from On These I Hosford. Copyright 1952 by Dorothy Hosford. Reprinted by
Stand by Countee Cullen. Copyright, 1925 by Harper & permission of Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Publishers.
Row, Publishers, Inc.; renewed 1953 by Ida M. Cullen. "Five Little Squirrels Sat Up in a Tree," "I've Got a
"The Wheel on the School," from The Wheel on the School Rocket," "I Eat My Peas with Honey," "A Horse and a Flea
by Meindert Dejong. Copyright, 1954, by Meindert and Three Blind Mice," from A Rocket In My Pocket
Dejong. Selection from Undersea Explorer: The Story of compiled by Carl Withers. Copyright 1948 by Carl Withers.
Captain Cousteau by James Dugan. Copyright 1957 by Reprinted by permission of Holt, Rinehart and Winston,
James Dugan. "The Devil's Trick" from Zlateh The Goat Publishers.
and Other Stories by Isaac Bashevis Singer. Copyright
1966 by Isaac Bashevis Singer. "Summertime," from Lit- Houghton Mifflin Company. "I Met a Crow," from I Met a
tle House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Text Man by John Ciardi. "Tall Tales of Texas," from The Fight
copyright 1932 by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Copyright re- for Union by Margaret L. Coit. Copyright 1961 by
newed 1959 by Roger L. MacBride. All selections reprinted Margaret L. Coit. Reprinted by permission of Houghton
by permission of Harper & Row, Publishers, Inc. Mifflin Company. Selection from In The Shadow of Man
by Jane van Lawick-Goodall. Copyright 1971 by Hugo
George G. Harrap & Company Ltd. Selection from Cu- and Jane van Lawick-Goodall. Reprinted by permission of
chulain, the Hound of Ulster by Eleanor Hull. Reprinted Houghton Mifflin Company. "The Stone Troll," from The
by permission of George G. Harrap & Company Ltd. Adventures of Tom Bombadil by J. R. R. Tolkien. Copy-
right 1962 by George Allen & Unwin Ltd. Reprinted by
Hastings House, Publishers, Inc. "Musakalala, The Talk- permission of Houghton Mifflin Company and George
ing Skull," from Congo Fireside Tales, Copyright 1962 Allen & Unwin Ltd. "Dwarves' Song" and "Riddles in the
by Phyllis Savory, by permission of Hastings House, Pub- Dark," from The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien, 1938. With
lishers. permission from George Allen & Unwin Ltd., London.
Copyright 1966 by J. R. R. Tolkien. Reprinted by permis-
William Heinemann Ltd. Selection from The Velveteen sion of Houghton Mifflin Company.
Rabbit by Margery Bianco Williams; reprinted by permis- "Song of Greatness," from Children Sing in the Far
sion of William Heinemann Ltd. West by Mary Austin. Copyright renewed 1956 by Kenneth
M. Chapman and Mary C. Wheelwright. "Old Fire Dra-
Daviid Higham Associates, Ltd. "The Night Will Never gaman," from The Jack Tales by Richard Chase, 1943.
Stay," from Gypsy and Ginger by Eleanor Farjeon. Pub- Copyright 1943, by Richard Chase and renewed 1971.
lished by Houghton Mifflin Co. "Salt- Water Tea," from Johnny Tremain by Esther
Forbes, 1943. Copyright, 1943, by Esther Forbes Hoskins,
The Hogarth Press Ltd. "A Wee Bird Sat Upon a Tree," Copyright renewed 1971 by Linwood M. Erskine, Jr.
"Lady, Lady Landers," "The Cock and the Hen," "John Chapter 15 from Scott O'Dell's Island of the Blue Dol-
Smiih's a Very Guid Man," and "Haily Paily," from Scot- phins. Copyright 1960 by Scott O'Dell. "Daphne," from
tish Nursery Rhymes edited by Norah and William Mont- The Wonder Garden by Frances Jenkins Olcott. Copyright,
gomgrie; "Sandy Candy," from Sandy Candy and Other 1919, by Frances Jenkins Olcott and 1947 by Frances
Scottish Nursery Rhymes edited by Norah and William Jenkins Olcott. "How the Seven Brothers Saved Their
Montgomerie. Sister," from Tales of the Cheyennes by Grace Jackson
Penney. Copyright 1953 by Grace Jackson Penney. All
Holiday House, Inc. "The General's Horse," from Padre selections reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin
Port o by Robert Davis. Company.
Holt Rinehart and Winston, Inc. "Come In," "The Gift Indiana University Press "Tumbleweed," reprinted from
Outt ight," "The Last Word of a Bluebird," "The Pasture," New and Selected Poems by David Wagoner. Copyright
and "The Road Not Taken," from The Poetry of Robert 1969 by Indiana University Press, Bloomington. Reprinted
Fros t edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1916, by permission of the publisher. "Determination of the
193! , 1967, 1969 by Holt, Rinehart and Winston. Copy- Seasons"" and "Origin of the Pleiades," from Tales of the
righ 1942, 1944 by Robert Frost. Copyright 1970 by North American Indians, selected and annotated by Stith
Lesl 'y Frost Ballantine. Reprinted by permission of Holt, Thompson. First published 1929, first Midland Book Edi-
Rim hart and Winston, Publishers. "The Woman Who tion 1966. Reprinted by permission of Indiana University
Flur imoxed the Fairies," from Heather and Broom by Press, Bloomington.
Sore le Nic Leodhas. Copyright 1960 by Leclaire G.
Alge Reprinted by permission of Holt, Rinehart and
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Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. "The Weasel," from One Day on
Win; ton, Publishers. "The Cherry Trees," and "Cock- Beetle Rock, by Sally Carrighar. Copyright 1944 by Sally
"
Crov from The Green Roads by Edward Thomas. Copy- Carrighar. Copyright 1943, 1944 by the Curtis Publishing
right 1965 by Helen Thomas. Reprinted by permission of Company. "Mother to Son" and "Negro," Copyright 1926
by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. and renewed 1954 by Langston Names" and "Girls' Names," copyright 1933, renewed
Hughes; "Poem" and "Dreams," Copyright 1932 and re- 1951 by Eleanor Farjeon; all from Poems for Children by
newed 1960 by Langston Hughes; all reprinted from Don't Eleanor Farjeon. Copyright 1951 by Eleanor Farjeon. Re-
You Turn Back: Poems by Langston Hughes, selected by printed by permission of J. B. Lippincott Company and
Lee Bennet Hopkins. "Youth," Copyright 1932 by Alfred A. Harold Ober Associates, Inc.
Knopf, Inc. and renewed 1960 by Langston Hughes. Re-
printed from The Dream Keeper and Other Poems, by Little, Brown and Company "A Narrow Fellow in the
Langston Hughes. "Snail," Copyright 1947 by Langston Grass," "A thought went up my mind," "I'll tell you how
the sun rose," and "I Never Saw a Moor," from Poems of
Hughes. Reprinted from Fields of Wonder, by Langston
Hughes. "Summer Holiday," Copyright 1925 and renewed Emily Dickinson, ed. by Martha Dickinson Bianchi and
1953 by Robinson Jeffers. Reprinted from The Selected Alfred Leete Hampson. "I Want You to Meet," from Every
Poetry of Robinson Jeffers. "Ploughing on Sunday," Copy- Time J Climb a Tree by David McCord. Copyright 1961,
right 1923 and renewed 1951 by Wallace Stevens. Re-
1962 by David McCord. "Cocoon," from Far and Few by
printed from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. David McCord. Copyright 1949 by David McCord. "Crick-
"Hoeing," Copyright 1963 by John Updike; "Recital," ets" and "Up From Down Under," from Take Sky by David
Copyright 1961 by John Updike; both reprinted from McCord. Copyright 1961, 1962 by David McCord. "The
Telephone Poles and Other Poems by John Updike. "The Eel," from Family Reunion by Ogden Nash. Copyright
Eagle and the Mole" and "Escape," Copyright 1921 by 1942 by Ogden Nash. "The Guppy," from Versus by Ogden
Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. and renewed 1949 by William Rose Nash. Copyright 1944 by Ogden Nash. "The Ostrich,"
Benet. Reprinted from Collected Poems of Elinor Wylie. from Verses From 1929 On. Copyright & 1956 by Ogden
All reprinted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Nash. "Eletelophony," and "Was She a Witch?," "Mrs.
"How the Coyote Danced with the Blackbirds," from Snipkin and Mrs. Wobblechin," and "The Owl and the Eel
Zuni Folk Tales, edited and translated by Frank Hamilton and the Warming Pan," from Tirra Lirra: Rhymes of the
Cushing. Copyright 1931 and renewed 1959 by Alfred A. Old and New by Laura E. Richards. Copyright 1935 by
Knopf, Inc. "Manhole Covers," Copyright <o 1962 by Karl Laura E. Richards. Copyright 1960 by Hamilton Richards.
Shapiro. Reprinted from Selected Poems, by Karl Shapiro, "Baucis and Philemon," "Cupid and Psyche," "Demeter,"
originally appeared in The New Yorker. All reprinted by "Perseus," from Mythology by Edith Hamilton. Copyright
permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. 1942 by Edith Hamilton. Copyright renewed 1969 by
"The Frog" and "The Yak," from Cautionary Verses, by Dorian Fielding Reid. Copyright renewed 1969 by Doris
Hillaire Belloc. Copyright 1941 by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Fielding Reid. "The Master and the Servant" from Once
Reprinted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. and There Was and Was not" Armenian Tales Retold by
Gerald Duckworth and Company Ltd. "The Hare and the Virginia A. Tashjian. Copyright 1966 by Virginia A.
Hedgehog," "Cinderella and the Glass Slipper," and "The Tashjian. All selections reprinted by permission of Little,
Sleeping Beauty," from Tales Told Again, by Walter de la Brown and Co.
Mare. Copyright 1927 and renewed 1955 by Walter de la "What is a Tingle-Airey?"; "What is a Gongoozler?"; and
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Contents
Preface xxxv
Bibliography 6
Picture Books 27
Introduction 27
Bibliography 77
Nursery Rhymes 83
Introduction 83
Mother Goose Rhymes 32. Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son
1. A, Apple Pie 86 John 91
2. The north wind doth blow 87 33. Georgie Porgie, pudding and
3. Rain, rain, go away 87 pie 91
4. Simple Simon met a pieman 87 34. Rub-a-dub dub 91
5. Curly locks, Curly locks 87 35. Great A, little a 91
6. I had a little pony 87 36. Cushy cow, bonny, let down thy
7. To market, to market 87 milk 92
8. Little Miss Muffet 87 37. Bye, baby bunting 92
9. I had a little hen, the prettiest 38. Hark, hark, the dogs do bark 92
ever seen 87 39. A cat came fiddling out of a
10. Humpty Dumpty sat on a barn 92
wall 88 40. Therewas a crooked man, and he
11. Ding, dong, bell 88 went a crooked mile 92
12. Little Jack Horner 88 41. I love sixpence, jolly little
57. Tom, Tom, the piper's son 95 92. The boughs do shake and the
58. Johnny shall have a new bells do ring 103
bonnet 96 93. What's in the cupboard? 103
59. Barber, barber, shave a pig 94. Six little mice sat down to
96 spin 103
60. Lucy Locket lost her pocket 96 95. Thirty days hath
61. There was an old woman 96 September 103
62. Lavender's blue, diddle, 96. Elsie Marley 103
diddle 96 97. Doctor Foster went to
63. Cross patch 96 Gloucester 103
64. There was an old woman had 98. Boys and girls come out to
three sons 96 play 104
65. Mr. East gave a feast 97
66. Afarmer went trotting upon his Singing Games, Jingles, Chants, and
Counting-Out Rhymes
grey mare 97 99. See-saw sacradown 104
67. If I had a donkey that wouldn't
100. Pease porridge hot 104
go 97 101. Sing a song of sixpence 104
68. As I was going to Banbury 97
102. 1, 2, Buckle my shoe 104
69. Solomon Grundy 97
70. Mary, Mary, quite contrary 97
103. Gay go up and gay go
down 105
71. If I'd as much money as I could
104. I am a gold lock 105
spend 98 105. went up one pair of stairs
I 105
72. See a pin and pick it up 98
106. London Bridge is broken
73. When good King Arthur ruled this
down 105
land 98
107. Intery, mintery, cutery,
74. The Queen of Hearts 98
corn 106
75. One misty, moisty morning 98
108. Lady Queen Anne she sits in the
76. There was an old woman who
sun 106
lived in a shoe 98
109. Oh, the brave old Duke of
77. Charley Wag, Charley Wag 99
York 106
78. Where are you going, my pretty
110. Pop Goes the Weasel 107
maid? 99 111. Monday's child is fair of
79. This is the house that Jack
face 107
built 99
112. Five little squirrels sat up in a
80. My little old man and I fell
tree 107
out 100 107
113. I've got a rocket
81. Snail, snail 100
1 Yankee Doodle went to
14.
82. The lion and the unicorn 100
town 107
83. What are little boys made of,
115. I asked my mother for fifty
made of? 100
cents107
84.There was an old woman, as I've
116. A
bear went over the
heard tell 100
mountain 107
85. I saw a ship a-sailing 101
117. I'm going to Lady
86. Little Bo-peep has lost her
Washington's 107
sheep 101 118. Eins, zwei, Polizei 108
87. There was a little man, and he
119. Un, deux, trois, j'irai dans le
had a little gun 102
bois 108
88. I'll tell you a story 102
120. Une fill' a battu 108
89. I had a little nut tree 102
90. Dame, get up and bake your Riddles, Paradoxes, and Tongue Trippers
pies 102 121. There was a one-eyed
little
122. Long legs, crooked thighs 108 148. Little Girl (Arabian) 119
123. Thirty white horses 108 149. The Five Toes (Chinese) 119
124. In marble halls as white as 150. Lady Bug (Chinese) 119
milk 110 151. Thistle-Seed (Chinese) 119
125. As round as an apple, as deep as 152. Blind Man's Buff
a cup 110 (Chinese) 119
126. Black within and red 153. Old Chang the Crab
without 110 (Chinese) 119
127. Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and 154. Row, row, row (Danish) 120
Bess 110 155. Fishing (Danish) 120
128. I have a little sister, they call 156. Jonathan (Dutch) 120
her Peep, Peep 110 157. Gretchen (Dutch) 121
129. Two legs sat on three legs 110 158. The Goblin (French) 121
130. Little Nancy Etticoat 110 159. Mee, Ray, Doh (German) 121
131. Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more 110 160. An angel came as I lay in bed
132. As I was going to St. Ives 110 (Hebrew) 121
133. If all the seas were one 161. Twelfth Night (Italian) 121
sea 1 10 162. New Year's Day
134. If all the world was apple (Japanese) 121
pie 111 163. Luna, la Luna (Mexican) 122
135. I saw a fishpond all on fire 111 164. CabaUito (Mexican) 122
136. A man in the wilderness asked 165. Trad j a of Norway
me 111 (Norwegian) 122
137. Betty Better bought some 166. Husky Hi (Norwegian) 122
butter 111 167. Mushrooms (Russian) 122
138. How much wood would a 168. Dance to your daddy
woodchuck chuck 111 (Scottish) 122
139. Peter Piper pick'd a Peck of 169. A wee bird sat upon a tree
Nonsense 132
Introduction 132
Poetry 158
Introduction 158
Of Imagining and Wondering 5. Dinky Theodore Roethke 165
1. Bobadil James Reeves 164 6. The Hag Robert Herrick 165
2. The Footprint 7. Hiding Dorothy Aldis 166
James Reeves 165 8. Some One
3. Sweet Peas John Keats 165 Walter de la Mare 166
4. The Wind 9. The Stolen Child
Robert Louis Stevenson 165 William Butler Yeats 166
CONTENTS
Fables 263
Introduction 263
Fables of Aesop The Hare and the Tortoise 268
The Wind and the Sun 266 The Goose with the Golden Eggs 268
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing 266 The Grasshopper and the Ants 268
A Lion and a Mouse 266 The Lark and Its Young 269
The Shepherd's Boy and the Belling the Cat 269
Wolf 266 The Fox and the Grapes 269
The Town Mouse and the Country The Miller, His Son, and the
Mouse 267 Ass 269
The Crow and the Pitcher 267
The Dog and His Shadow 268 Fables from the East
The Fox and the Crow 268 The Monkey and the Crocodile 270
The Dog in the Manger 268 The Golden Goose 271
The Jackdaw and the Borrowed The Poor Man and the Flask of
Plumes 268 Oil 272
XXIV CONTENTS
The Crow and the Partridge 272 The Fox and the Thrush
The Hare That Ran Away 272 (Russia) 276
The Tiger, the Brahman, and the The Mouse and the Rat (Russia) 277
Jackal 273 The Rooster and the Hen
The Seeds and the Wheat 274 (Finland) 277
Fables from Other Lands Androcles and the Lion 278
Heron and Humming-Bird (United Fables of La Fontaine (France) 278
States) 275 Modern Fables
The Story of the Hungry Elephant The Blind Men and the Elephant
(Africa) 275 John G. Saxe 280
Why Wisdom Is Found Everywhere The Moth and the Star
(Africa) 275 James Thurber 280
Two Frogs (Russia) 276
Bibliography 281
Introduction 284
Introduction 636
Greece Scandinavia
Odysseus and the Cyclops Sigurd's Youth Padraic Colum 679
Padraic Colum 641
Perseus Edith Hamilton 643 Germany
Hercules: The Eleventh Task Fafnir, the Dragon
Katharine Pyle 647 James Baldwin 684
How Jason Lost His Sandal in
Anauros France
Charles Kingsley 650 The Song of Roland
Merriam Sherwood 688
England
Beowulf's Fight with Grendel Spain
Hamilton Wright Mabie 653 The Cid Merriam Sherwood 694
How St. George Fought the Dragon
Marion Lansing 659 Finland
King Arthur and His Sword The Kalevala: The Two Suitors
Sidney Lanier 660 Babette Deutsch 699
Robin Hood and Little John
Howard Pyle 665 India
Rama: The March to Lanka
Ireland Dhan Gopal Mukerji 704
The Wonder Smith and His Son
Ella Young 669 Persia
Cuchulain's Wooing Zal the White-Haired
Eleanor Hull 673 Barbara Leonie Picard 706
Niamh of the Golden Hair
Rosemary Sutcliff 677 Bibliography 709
Storytelling 718
Bibliography 724
XXVIII CONTENTS
Introduction 731
House in the Big Woods
Little My Side of the Mountain
Laura Ingalls Wilder 737 Jean George 808
Henry and the Clubhouse The Secret Garden
Beverly Cleary 741 Frances Hodgson Burnett 813
The Secret Language The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Ursula Nordstrom 746 Mark Twain 819
Rufus M. Eleanor Estes 749 A Lemon and a Star
Harriet the Spy E. C. Spykman 824
Louise Fitzhugh 754 Call It Courage
Homer Price Armstrong Sperry 829
Robert McCloskey 763 Tituba of Salem Village
Ernil and the Detectives Ann Petry 832
Erich Kastner 767 Johnny Tremain
From the Mixed-up Files of Esther Forbes 836
Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler The Trumpeter of Krakow
E. L. Konigsburg 772 Eric Philbrook Kelly 841
The Treasure Seekers Island of the Blue Dolphins
E. Nesbit 778 Scott O'Dell 845
By the Great Horn Spoon Men of Iron Howard Pyle 848
Sid Fleischman 785 Treasure Island
The Wheel on the School Robert Louis Stevenson 849
Meindert De Jong 789
Bibliography 857
Wildcat Under Glass Alki Zei 797
Heidi Johanna Spyri 801
Fantasy 868
Introduction 868
The Velveteen Rabbit Adventures of Pinocchio: Pinocchio's
Margery Williams 872 First Pranks Carlo Collodi 885
Many Moons James Thurber 874 Alice's Adventures in Wonderland:
The Little Prince Down the Rabbit-Hole and The
Antoine de Saint-Exupery 878 Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
Just So Stories: How the Camel Got Lewis Carroll 886
His Hump Rudyard Kipling 880 Mary Poppins Opens the Door: The
Rootabaga Pigeons: The Huckabuck Marble Boy P. L. Travers 893
Family and How They Raised The Borrowers
Pop Corn Carl Sandburg 881 Mary Norton 902
The Story of Doctor Doolittle: The Impunity Jane Rumer Godden 909
Rarest Animal of All The Children of Green Knowe
Hugh Lofting 883 L. M. Boston 915
CONTENTS
Biography 1013
Introduction 1013
Introduction 1071
The Story of Mankind Americans Before Columbus
Hendrik Van Loon 1074 Elizabeth Chesley Baity 1076
CONTENTS
Science 1109
Introduction 1109
In the Shadow of Man Biography of an Atom
Jane van Law ick-Goodall 1111 J. Bronowski and
One Day on Beetle Rock Millicent E. Selsam 1123
Sally Carrighar 1113 Wind, Sand, and Stars
Squirrels and Other Furbearers Antoine de Saint-Exupery 1125
John Burroughs 1115 On Course! S. Carl Hirsch 1130
Far Away and Long Ago The Sea Around Us
W.H.Hudson 1116 Rachel L. Carson 1133
Wrapped for Eternity Undersea Explorer: The Story of
Mildred Mas tin Pace 1117 Captain Cousteau
Window Into an Egg: Seeing Life James Dugan 1136
Begin
Geraldine Lux Flanagan 1119 Bibliography 1139
Illustrators and
Illustrations
Celestino Piatti from Celestino Piatti's Evaline Ness from Tom Tit Tot 40
Animal ABC 29 Jacqueline Ayer from Rumple stilt skin 41
Leo Lionni from Inch by Inch 31 Blair Lent from Tikki Tikki Tembo 42
Pat Hutchins from Rosie's Walk 32 Hans Fischer from The Traveling
Ann and Paul Rand from Sparkle and Musicians 42
Spin: A Book about Words 33 Felix Hoffmann from The Sleeping
Tomi Ungerer from Snail, Where Are Beauty 43
You 33 Nancy Ekholm Burkert from Snow
Maurice Sendak from Where the Wild White and the Seven Dwarfs 44
Things Are 34 Leslie Brooke from The Three Bears 48
David McKee from Mr. Benn-Red Raymond Briggs from The Mother
Knight 35 Goose Treasury 86
Gerald Rose from Wuffles Goes to Gerald Rose from The Walrus and the
Town 35 Carpenter and Other Poems by
John S. Goodall from The Adventures Lewis Carroll 88
of Paddy Pork 36 Philip Reed from Mother Goose and
Bernard Waber from The House on Nursery Rhymes 89
Ec,st 88th Street 36 Blair Lent from From King Boggen's
Uri Shulevitz from Rain Rain Rivers 37 Hall to Nothing -at-all 90
Mar : Simont from A Tree Is Nice 37 Philip Reed from Mother Goose and
Mai rice Sendak from The Moon Nursery Rhymes 91
Ji> mpers 38 Raymond Briggs from The Mother
Cha les Keeping from Joseph's Yard 39 Goose Treasury 92
Lau; ence from A Village in from This Little Pig
Leslie Brooke
Ni rmandy 39 Went to Market 93
ILLUSTRATORS AND ILLUSTRATIONS
Carolyn Horovitz
Introduction:
"Trade and Plumb-Cake Forever
A ssume that literature for children has a role in their lives similar to
the role of literature in the lives of adults, and you find that this is a
position of controversy. Assume that literature is an art, that it is a
powerful humanizing force, and you will find yourself face to face with
those who consider literature for children something to be prescribed for
certain emotional problems. Called an "issues" approach, this point of view
analyzes literature for what it contains about siblings, divorce, death, old
age, war, sex, blacks, native Americans, and females. This thematic study
prides itself on being up to date. A brief glance at the history of children's
literature, however, shows that adults have continuously tried to use
literature to teach children, to make them good, to present examples of
behavior. Time after time, children have rebelled against what is essen-
tially a repressive, adult hand and have taken for themselves that which
gave them delight, release, and the adventure of the imagination.
The issues may have changed over the years, but there is, in the history
of children's literature, a continuing chain of austere concerns foisted off
on children, thinly disguised as literature.
During the seventeenth century the Puritan influence dominated chil-
dren's books. The attitude toward the child was that he was conceived in
sin, born in sin, filled with sin, would grow to maturity in sin, and die in sin,
unless something were done; and the Puritans saw to it that something was
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done. As an example of the sort of stuff given children, the famous stanza
below is taken from a book of James Janeway the title page of which is The
,
From this kind of fare, children turned to a book written for adults
Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan, reading it as a fairytale full of marvels
and adventures. In the bleak time of drought of books for children, with
fairy and folktales banned and the moral and religious themes too often
repeated, children found two more treasures that they claimed from the
adults: Daniel Defoe's Robinson Crusoe (1719) and Jonathan Swift's
satirical Gulliver's Travels (1726).
Freedom for children, in the eighteenth century, was to come in the
person of one John Newbery with the engaging slogan "Trade and Plumb-
cake for ever". A bustling, energetic bookseller and publisher, Newbery
had his shop at The Sign of the Bible and Sun in St. Paul's churchyard,
London. Not the first publisher to court the business of the children of the
rising middle class, Newbery displayed a unique flair in the Little Pretty
Pocket Book a pleasure to behold, being covered in gilt paper imported
from Holland of a size that fit comfortably in the pocket and was easily held
in the hand. He cleverly combined instruction with amusement, bringing in
Jack the Giant Killer as the author of a letter to the children. A man of
business, Newbery ingeniously incorporated references to a product he
sold, Dr. James's Fever Powder, within the body of stories he published.
The famous Mother Goose's Melody, a collection of English folk-rhymes
and some songs from Shakespeare, came from his press as did the popular
History of Goody-Two Shoes.
Before Newbery's time, adult attitudes toward children had been
changed by the writings of John Locke. In Some Thoughts Concerning
Education he urged that children be led to learning rather than by being
cuffed into submission and made to learn by rote. At the same time he
deplored the use of fairy tales and stories from the old ballads, though he
recommended Aesop's Fables and the beast epic Reynard the Fox as
having moral value. John Newbery's later use of ballads and fairy tales
with a quotation from Locke can be viewed as a master stroke of detente.
Another powerful influence came from the theories of Jean Jacques
Rousseau as set forth in Emile (1762). The eighteenth and nineteenth
centuries were affected by Rousseau's belief that the child was the hope of
the race, provided he was not contaminated by the world. With the
out-of-doors as schoolroom, the child was to learn from experience through
his or her instincts and feelings. The child was to have no books before age
twelve; yet he or she was to be closely associated with some mature person,
such as a parent or tutor, who was qualified to answer all questions, help
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solve problems, but never direct the child's actions. The limiting effect that
this particular theory was to have on literature was that learning a lesson
from experience (with adult interpretations) was the theme that sum-
moned the plot, cast the characters, and determined the dialogue. Rous-
seau's theories were worked out perfectly in a three volume book by
Thomas Day, Sandford and Merton. Day's boys are about six years old,
Harry Sandford being the awful example of goodness as opposed to
naughty, snobbish Tommy Merton. Their guide is a boresome prig, Mr.
Barlow, who helps them acquire facts in physical geography, lets them look
through a telescope at the moon, and shows them informational magic-
lantern pictures. He tells them historical tales or lets them read fables all
quoted in full that give rise to long discussions of vices and virtues. In the
end, Tommy is conscious of all his faults, reformed entirely by that
paragon, Harry.
With this as an example and an inspiration, such writers as Mary
Wollstonecraft and Hannah More presented lessons in story form. The most
gifted of Thomas Day's disciples, Maria Edgeworth, had natural powers of
characterization and dialogue that were not wholly submerged beneath
this formula. The humanity of the woman breaks through in spite of
herself, and humor has a certain play. Here is a small sample of the
dialogue between the child who must learn from experience and the
all-knowing adult, directing the logical mode of her daughter's thinking,
from one of the Rosamond stories, A Day of Misfortunes:
"And what do you mean by a day of misfortunes, Rosamond?" ....
"A day when everything goes wrong."
"When you do not get up in proper time, for instance?"
"Yes, mamma."
"And whose fault was that, Rosamond yours or the day's?"
"Don't you think itwas partly the day's fault, mamma, because it
was so cold? It the cold that first prevented me from getting up;
was
and then my not getting up was the cause of my being in a great hurry
afterwards, and of my losing my lace and my pocket-handkerchief,
and of my being cross to Laura, who was so good to me, and of your
being displeased with me, and of all my misfortunes."
"So the cold, you think, was the cause of all these misfortunes, as
you call them; but do you think that nobody has felt the cold this
morning except yourself? Laura and I have felt the cold, and how
comes it that we have had no misfortunes?"
"Oh, mamma!" said Rosamond; "but you and Laura do not mind
such little misfortunes. It would be very odd indeed, mamma" and
she burst out laughing at the idea "it would be very droll indeed,
mamma, if I was to find you crying because you could not untie the
strings of your cap."
the full force of the idea of God ought never to remember when he had no
such idea. It must come early with no insistence upon dogma, in associa-
tion with all that he sees and all that he hears, all that affects his mind with
wonder and delight." Although the book is marked by poetic beauty and a
mystical sense of God, Mrs. Barbauld's work found little favor with Charles
Lamb, who wrote to Coleridge: "Goody Two Shoes is almost out of print.
Mrs. Barbauld's stuff has banished all the old classics of the nursery . . .
Science has succeeded to poetry no less in the little walks of children than
with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil? Think what you
would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives'
fables jn childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural
history!"
But a new era was dawning for the English-speaking children. The
floodgates of folklore broke, and refreshing waters flowed across the arid
plains of children's reading. The Household Tales, folktales that Jakob and
Wilhelm Grimm had collected and published in Germany, were translated
into English by Edgar Taylor with drawings by George Cruikshank. The
year was 1823. In 1846 Andersen's Fairy Tales were translated by Mary
Howitt; that same year, Edward Lear published his first Nonsense Book.
No didactic literature, whether of the Rousseau cult or of the Sunday school
variety, could withstand such a rush of imaginative stories, especially since
the world of imagination is the child's natural sphere. Although Sunday
school stories lived many years in a sort of sub rosa fashion, they never
regained their former power and popularity; and didactic literature for
children was extinguished at least for a time.
It is doubtful that Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, an Oxford don and teacher
of mathematics and logic, knew the nature of the revolutionary step he was
taking one afternoon while he and another adult rowed two children on the
river. To entertain himself and his young friends he began to tell a story.
That story, with its startling opening of a rabbit expressing typical Victor-
ian concern about being on time as he was about to descend into the ground,
was free, as no other story for children had been before, from adult
self-consciousness of creating suitable fare for children. The ingenious
juxtaposition of fantasy and logic, of spoofing and playing with illogic, the
absurd inventions that became more illuminating and reasonable than
reality were released on that afternoon in a spirit of complete equality with
his young listeners. Although he said that the story had "no moral," it also
had no condescension, no adult posturing, a feat that Dodgson was not able
to repeat after he became known as Lewis Carroll and tried to write for an
eager publisher.
The age of Alice ushered in a trend of refreshing and creative fantasies;
it also marked the beginning of remarkable "accidental" creations that
sprang from the writer as a person, shaped by the inner urgencies and
complexity of the writer rather than the outward expectations of a re-
spected and current school of thought. Kenneth Grahame, in telling stories
at bedtime to his young son, was also entertaining himself with inventions
and creations about his beloved river. The Wind in the Willows embodies
more than a story, it holds the essence of a man who was singularly free to
release this flow of observation and wit for an audience at once receptive
and demanding. Kipling also responded to the sympathetic receptiveness of
hisown children when he told them stories that later became the Just So
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Stories. Hugh Lofting, trying to write from the trenches of World War I,
wanted young son a gift for his thoughts, an enchantment to
to give his
banish worry and the crushing reality of a father away at war, and he wrote
letters about a man called John Dolittle. Robert Louis Stevenson seized on
the request of his stepson for a good yarn as an excuse to throw himself into
the writing with such zest that he was actually writing for the boy in
himself. Treasure Island is filled out with Stevenson's own being, his
delight in colorful apparel, his ear for language with a robust rhythm, his
penchant for deeds of braggadocio, cunning, and deceit. All the art he could
employ or devise was called up as he, the chief actor, spun out the story that
has held listeners and attracted readers ever since.
The remarkable pattern of the "accidental" way in which such master-
pieces have been created is the strong adherence of each to the individual-
ity of each writer; it is a pattern of rich diversity, ranging from Louisa May
Alcott through J. R. R. Tolkien. That such works have hit home to children
results from no intensive, theoretical knowledge about the nature of
childhood; it is simply a clear channeling of the childhood responses in
each writer to those elements in which children, generation after genera-
tion, delight. This is the nature of literature, a direct sounding of the
human, a hand extended in a feeling of mutual understanding and
pleasure. That an Alcott would write a family story, Stevenson an adven-
ture, Tolkien an adventurous fantasy, Carroll a fantasy of nonsense, and
Frances Hodgson Burnett a romance of character and setting are all
determined by the character of each writer's individual experience and
sensibilities, the merging in each of myriad strands from living that
permitted no other choice but the form taken. Often children are asked to
read various types with little regard for the central force in literature: the
quality of the writer. In the difference between writers there is the true
divergence, there is the beginning of a feel for literature. The Tale of Peter
Rabbit is every bit as much an adventure story as Treasure Island, every
bit as taut and full of emotional heights, but how different! A child who has
just finished reading a book that has been particularly relished will often
come up to the librarian and ask for another book "just like" that one. It is
difficult to explain that the singleness of that particular book is an essential
factor in its existence and magic.
There are then, these two threads that persist to this day in the field of
children's literature. On hand there are those works that spring
the one
from particular writers in a that is peculiarly self -revelatory; on the
way
other are those that are calculated to be of some use in countering such
social ills as divorce and racism. This brief backward glance, however,
should assure us that in the works by people like Maurice Sendak, Susan
Cooper, Ursula Le Guin, E. B. White, and many others who stand out for the
way they write, the distinctness of their individual vision will live on long
after compilations known as "bibliotherapy" lists will have faded. Amid the
great number of books published every year for children, there are rela-
tively few that merit being held out as an alternative, not only to the
mediocre books, but also to the prefabricated culture of our day the
synthetic realism that confronts us with every turn of the television dial.
Yet it is this very rarity of the authentic voice in literature that gives
importance and significance to having that alternative readily available.
The imperative of choice is simply a recognition of childhood for the brief
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time that it is, for the vulnerability of the emotions and the way they may be
shaped by that which is false or by that which is real.
"Anthologies are sickly things" was a curious remark to have been made
by one of the earliest and best known of anthologizers, Sir Francis
Palgrave. And yet it is a sentiment that can be understood by anyone who
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'TRADE AND PLUMB-CAKE FOR EVER"
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adult books of interest to high school readers and occasionally books for younger
teenagers. The latest books on science are reviewed in Views on Science Books, by
Harry C. Stubbs.
Interracial Books for Children Bulletin. Published eight times a year by the
Council on Interracial Books for Children, 1841 Broadway, New York, N. Y.
10023.
A newspaper format is used to publish articles about books, discussing reflec-
tions of racism and sexism in the publishing of books for children.
I Read I See
. . . I Hear
. . I Learn. Library Service to the Disadvantaged Child
. . . .
A reappraisal of nineteen years of notable books. Yearly lists are available for
1954 to date.
Outstanding Science Trade Books for Children; sel. by the National Science
Teachers Association and the Children's Book Council Joint Liaison Committee,
published annually.
A selection of approximately 100 books, determined by criteria such as accu-
racy, readability, format. Annotated.
Thirty Mid-Century Children's Books Every Adult Should Know. The Horn Book,
585 Boylston St., Boston, Mass. 02116. 1972.
Titles of fiction chosen by the editor of The Horn Book Magazine to bring to
adults "a sampling of the diversity ... to be found in creative literature for
children."
We Build Together; a Reader's Guide to Negro Life and Literature for Elemen-
tary and High School Use; 3rdrev. ed., 1967. Ed. by Charlemae Rollins. Na-
tional Council of Teachers of English, 508 S. Sixth Street, Champaign, Illinois
61820.
Emma Fisher. The Pied Pipers; Interviews with the Influential
Wintle, Justin, and
Creators of Children's Literature. Paddington Press, 1974.
Although the title implies a kind of omniscient selectivity, the "creators"
chosen represent a rather random selection. Interviews are of varying depth and
interest.
Books
Ashton, John. Chap-Books of the Eighteenth Century. Chatto & Windus (London),
1882.
The 103 chapbooks described are those in the British Museum. The texts are
printed and illustrations, and title pages are reproduced in facsimile.
Barchilon, Jacques, and Henry Pettit, eds. The Authentic Mother Goose, Fairy
Tales and Nursery Rhymes. Swallow, 1960.
16 INTRODUCTION
Introduction gives the history of Mother Goose and the fairy tales of Charles
Perrault. Facsimiles of the complete Mother Goose's Melody and of the 1729
English translation of Perrault's Tales.
Barry, Florence V. A Century of Children's Books, Doran, 1923.
An evaluation of 18th-century children's books, especially those published in
England.
Blanck, Jacob. Peter Parley to Penrod; a Bibliographical Description of the
Best-Loved American Juvenile Books. Bowker, 1956.
The author, a book collector, lists outstanding books that have withstood the
years of change in reading tastes.
Children's Books in the Rare Book Division of the Library of Congress. Rowman
and Littlefield, 81 Adams Dr., Towata, N. J.
A two-volume catalog of cards describing the Rare Book Division's 15,000
volumes, plus an additional 1,000 more recent titles (1,383 pages).
Darling, Richard L. The Rise of Children's Book Reviewing in America, 1865-1881.
Bowker, 1968.
Written as a doctoral thesis, this is a careful account, giving a complete history
of publishing and criticism.
Ford, Paul Leicester, ed. The New England Primer; a History of Its Origin and
Development; with a reprint of the unique copy of the earliest known edition.
Dodd, Mead, 1897.
Gignilliat, George W., Jr. The Author of Sandford and Merton; A Life of Thomas
Day, Esq., Columbia University Press, 1932.
The author's views on education are described in the chapter "The Writer of
Children's Books."
Jordan, Alice. From Rollo to Tom Sawyer and Other Papers; decorated by Nora S.
Unwin. The Horn Book, 1948.
A history and critical study of children's literature in America from early days
through the 19th century.
Kiefer, Monica. American Children Through Their Books, 1 700-1835. University
of Pennsylvania, 1948.
A scholarly appraisal of children's books of this period in terms of social history.
Laski, Marghanita. Mrs. Ewing, Mrs. Molesworth and Mrs. Hodgson Burnett.
Oxford University Press, 1951.
An intensive study of three writers of the 19th century.
Lindquist, Jennie D. Caroline M. Hewins, Her Book. The Horn Book, 1954.
This book, about a pioneer in the field of library service to children, contains
Miss Hewins' own book, A Mid-Century Child and Her Books, and a biographical
sketch. Also in The Hewins Lectures 1947-1962, ed. by Siri Andrews (The Horn
Book, 1963, pp. 65-82).
Meigs, Cornelia, et al. A Critical History of Children's Literature: a Survey of
Children's Books in English; prepared in four parts under the editorship of
Cornelia Meigs; decorations by Vera Bock. Rev. ed. Macmillan, 1969.
A revision of a major work. Part One, Roots in the Past: Up to 1840, by Cornelia
Meigs; Part Two, Widening Horizons: 1840-1890, by Anne Thaxter Eaton; Part
Three, A Rightful Heritage: 1890-1920, by Elizabeth Nesbitt; Part Four, Golden
Years and Time of Tumult: 1920-1967, by Ruth Hill Viguers.
Morton, Miriam, ed. A Harvest of Russian Children's Literature; foreword by
Ruth Hill Viguers. University of California Press, 1967.
This first anthology in English of Russian literature for children pre-
sents a wealth of stories, folktales, fables, prose, and poetry, from 1825 to the
present.
Muir, Percival H. English Children's Books, 1600-1900. B. T. Batsford (London),
1954.
The author is a collector of toys and games, including harlequinades and books
with paper dolls and movable parts.
Opie, lona and Peter. The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes; illus. from old
chapbooks with additional pictures by Joan Hassall. Walck, 1955.
Pellowski, Anne. The World of Children's Literature. Bowker, 1968.
A history of the developments of children's literature and libraries in 106
countries on six continents. The author is Director of the UNICEF Information
Center on Children's Cultures.
Pierpont Morgan Library. Early Children's Books and Their Illustration. Godine,
1975.
The origins and history of children's books is traced over the centuries, using
examples from the large collection of early children's books in the Pierpont
Morgan Library.
Early Writings
Aikin, John, and Anna Letitia Aikin Barbauld. Evenings at Home. 1792-1796. 6
vols.
Greenaway, Kate. The Kate Greenaway Treasury; introduction by Ruth Hill Vig-
uers. World, 1967.
An anthology of the illustrations and writings of Kate Greenaway, sel. and ed.
by Edward Ernest, assisted by Patricia Tracy Lowe.
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Little Red Riding Hood; illus. by Harriet Pincus.
Harcourt, 1968.
Harriet Pincus has chosen the Grimm version for her illustrations of the
beloved old story.
Home, Richard Henry. (Mrs. Fairstar, pseud.) Memoirs of a London Doll; illus. by
Emma L. Brock. Macmillan, 1922. (Little Library)
A favorite doll story. First published in 1846.
Lamb, Charles and Mary. Mrs. Leicester's School; illus. by Winifred Green. Dent
(London), 1899.
The quaint illustrations are in keeping with the text. First published in 1809.
Lurie, Alison, and Justin G. Schiller, comp. Classics of Children's Literature
1621-1932. Garland, 1976.
This is a projected series of 117 titles in 73 volumes, each volume dealing with
one or more writers. Each work will have a new preface by a leading scholar in the
field, plus bibliographical listings. Facsimile reprints are made from the first or
most important early edition.
Martineau, Harriet. Feats on the Fiord; illus. by Boris Artzybasheff. Macmillan,
1924. (Children's Classics)
An attractive edition of this quaint story of Norwegian smugglers. First
published in 1899.
Mure, Eleanor. The Story of the Three Bears; illus. by the author. Walck, 1967.
This story has an old woman as the central figure instead of the traditional
Goldilocks and is taken from what is regarded as the earliest written version of the
story.
Neuberg, Victor E. The Penny Histories; a Study of Chapbooks for Young Readers
Over Two Centuries; illus. with facsimiles of seven chapbooks. Harcourt, 1969.
(Milestones in Children's Literature, gen. ed., Brian W. Alderson)
Gives information about publishing of chapbooks in America and England.
Roscoe, William. The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feast; illus. by Don
Bolognese. McGraw-Hill, 1967.
The poem first appeared in print in The Gentlemen's Magazine, November
1806, and was published by John Harris in 1807. Because of its gay rhyme and
Whalley, Joyce Irene. Cobwebs to Catch Flies; Illustrated Books for the Nursery
and Schoolroom, 1700-1900. University of California Press, 1975.
Teaching books, used in the home, are the focus of this study, which uses the
Victoria and Albert Museum, London, as a source. The relationship between the
emphases to be seen in these books and the world of the adults provides a valuable
historical insight.
Yonge, Charlotte Mary. The Little Duke, Richard the Fearless; illus. by Marguerite
De Angeli. Macmillan, 1927. (Children's Classics)
One of the most popular stories of the time of chivalry. First published in 1854.
Other books by the same author that are well liked, especially by older boys and
girls, are Dove in the Eagle's Nest; Chaplet of Pearls; and The Prince and the
Page. All of these are published in well-illustrated editions.
'TRADE AND PLUMB-CAKE FOR EVER" 21
Specialized Publications
The
Langua
or the
ye
25
I rom the time of birth, when the infant begins to focus, the young child is
Picture Books
which there are folding small pages placed on larger ones, pages that use
cutouts, and other surprising devices. His Circus in the Mist is a compli-
cated assembly of various kinds of paper, designs viewed through designs,
pages framed by other pages. This book acts like a magnet on children of
kindergarten age; they look, with endless fascination, at this sophisticated
piece of bookmaking. Less complex but equally playful is Eric Carle's The
Very Hungry Caterpillar. The size of some pages is graduated to increase
a sense of progression. Holes in the pages are part of the design layout as
well as a necessary part of the narrative. All of Carle's objects are reduced
to shapes, richly colored and textured. There is a high degree of visual glee
in this book, which combines the reality of a child's pleasure in certain
foods with the metamorphosis of the caterpillar into a butterfly. The large,
lumpen shape of the cocoon is a fine foil for the radiant butterfly that leaps
out from the last pages.
A story in which the involvement is purely visual, Inch by Inch plays
with the viewer, inviting the eye to follow the inchworm inching across the
pages of the picture book until the worm inches and measures itself out of
sight. This book, by Leo Lionni, is notable for its witty concept, its unity
and unusual composition, and the creation of shapes with the use of
collage.
Although Lionni's story of the inchworm can be followed visually
without words, it does have words accompanying the simple sequence. In
the same spirit of watching the story unfold as the characters progress
across the pages, Rosie's Walk is a fine example of slapstick humor. You
see the fox pursuing the blithely unaware hen and, in instance after
instance, being the victim of a timely accident: knocking himself silly
stepping on a rake, drowning himself in a haystack. Finally, Rosie inadver-
tently steps on a string, which releases a sack of flour on his head. Still not
Illustration by Leo Lionni. From Inch by Inch by: Leo Lionni. Copyright 1960. Reprinted by
permission of: Astor-Honor, Inc., New York, N.Y. 10017.
32 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
knowing that her life has been in danger, Rosie returns to safety completely
unperturbed. The hilarity of this humorous progression is set off by careful,
decorated shapes, clean edged and definite. Pat Hutchin's line is static,
distinct, and formal, giving crispness and snap to this original pursuit
story.
Also geared to the very young child, whose gaze can absorb the story
without explanation, is Mr. Gumpy's Outing by John Burningham. An
original adaptation of the cumulative story, in which each event is a
repetition of the previous event with the addition of a single new factor, this
is deeply satisfying simply because of the repetition. One by one, animals
and children ask to join Mr. Gumpy in his boat; each is welcomed in with a
specific provisional caution. When the boat is more than full, Mr. Gumpy's
admonitions and cautions are forgotten, and the boat overturns, dumping
the passengers into the water. All in good humor, this ends on a warm note
as the characters gather around the table for a cozy and filling tea,
heartening as only a British tea can be. Contentment and radiance flow
from Burningham's portrait of the cat (see color section). Soft texturing is
done in grey green and oranges while the foreground field of daisies and
foliage is the work of scratched line technique. The top half, background
for the cat, consists of precise, delicate netting patterns, shaded with subtle
floatings of color tones.
Bland and realistic in its objective of showing a little boy preparing a
picnic for his mother in the snow, the story line of Picnic in the Snow is
lifted out of its narrow track by the exuberant artwork of Deborah Ray. A
feeling of complexity and depth comes through an exotic use of pattern that
contrasts with large, somewhat flatly painted shapes. A warm, jumbled
picture of everyday life becomes rich and distinctive by the unusual
arrangement of visual elements on the picture page (see color section).
Picture books still set out overtly to teach, tackling concepts like shapes,
size, big and little, sequence, and other concepts of a more subjective
nature. Approached like a game, the confusing nature of words that sound
alike is deftly transformed into a graphic presentation by Ann and Paul
Rand in Sparkle and Spin. The clever use of shapes, which
have been cut
out of plain paper, combined with deft, whimsical line gives an impression
PICTURE BOOKS 33
Illustration by Ann and Paul Rand. Copyright 1957 by Ann and Paul Rand. Reprinted from
their volume Sparkle and Spin: A Book about Words by permission of Harcourt Brace
Jovanovich, Inc.
Illustration by Tomi Ungerer. Illustration from Snail Where Are You? by Tom Ungerer.
Copyright 1962 by Jean Thomas Ungerer.
34 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
Illustration by David McKee. From Mr. Benn-Red Knight by David McKee. 1967
Copyright
by David McKee. Used with permission of McGraw-Hill Book Company and Dennis Dobson
Publishers, 30 Kensington Church St., London, W8.
mensely inventive in visual layout, these books invite and hold the viewer
with detail, line, and progression of story.
Gerald Rose is an artist who works with a fascinating degree of varia-
tion; his patterns are intricate and involved. In Wuffles Goes to Town, the
reader follows the dog in his pursuit of a thief as he dashes through the big
city. In all the pictures the action moves from side to side of the picture
plane so that the feeling of pursuit is heightened. An overall pattern is
created by Rose's free, uninhibited placement of human shapes.
This ability of Gerald Rose's to provide a sense of action across each
succeeding page is shared by John S. Goodall, whose small, wordless
adventure books contain half pages. A turn of a half page and the story has
progressed significantly. Innumerable lines and painstaking workmanship
Illustration by Gerald Rose. From Wuffle Goes to Town by Elizabeth and Gerald Rose.
Copyright 1959. Used with permission of A.S. Barnes and Company, Inc., London.
36 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
Illustration by John S. Goodall. Copyright 1968 by John S. Goodall. Reproduced from his
volume, The Adventure of Paddy Pork by permission of Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.
Illustration by Bernard Waber. From The House on East 88th Street by Bernard Waber, pp.
20-21. Copyright 1962 by Bernard Waber. Reprinted by permission of the publisher
Houghton Mifflin Company.
PICTURE BOOKS 37
Illustration by Uri Shulevitz. From Rain Rain Rivers by Uri Shulevitz. Copyright 1969 Uri
Shulevitz. Used with permission of Farrar, Straus & Ciroux, Inc.
Illustration by Maurice Sendak. From The Moon Jumpers by Janice May Udry. Pictures
copyright 1959 by Maurice Sendak.
Although The Moon Jumpers has a fair amount of text, it too is a mood
story, one of simple sensual pleasure in the moonlight. Here Maurice
Sendak has arranged simplified, clean-edged object shapes with strong
light and dark contrast, creating an atmosphere that is dramatic and
charged with a dreamlike mood. Under the moonlight, the texture of the
grass has a vibrant look.
Strength of mood is an outstanding trait of the work of Charles Keeping.
His stories, set in working-class London backgrounds, are generally some-
what somber, realistic in tone (although not always so in resolution).
Explosive is one word that gives some clue to the amazing energy and
variety of Keeping's use of line. His magic transformation of a mundane
scene, startling and arresting, is achieved by breaking the background
simply into large shapes and then developing each area with subtle color
contrasts and relationships. Line, intricate and changing, dominates the
brick background shown here. A luminous quality is given the transparent
white areas with a scratchy technique. Another kind of line, rippling with a
bolder flow, brings out the partially shadowed figure of the boy. So strong
and startling are the visual effects of this artist that his own work often
competes for attention on opposing pages. More white space separating
these pages might alleviate this visual conflict. In any setting, however, his
work displays a mastery of line.
Another kind of picture book is that which emphasizes a sense of place.
Although there is a story of substance in Alois Carigiet's The Pear Tree, the
Birch Tree, and the Barberry Bush, the chief joy of this book is creation of
PICTURE BOOKS 39
r*
Illustration by Evaline Ness. From Tom Tit Tot. Published by Charles Scribner's Sons.
Copyright 1965 by Evaline Ness.
PICTURE BOOKS 41
Illustration by Jacqueline Ayer. Copyright 1967 by Jacqueline Ayer. Reproduced from her
volume Rumpelstiltskin by permission of Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.
by Blair Lent. From Tikki Tikki Tembo retold by Arlene Mosel. Illustrated by Blair
Illustration
Lent. Copyright 1968 by Arlene Mosel. Copyright 1968 by Blair Lent, Jr. Reproduced by
permission of Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Publishers.
defined. The drawing of the bricks in the well is worth noticing. For the
child who has been entranced by the story, this is a pictorial representation
of such enchanting detail that the story can be lived over and over again
simply by looking.
The Traveling Musicians has an unmistakable quality of humor
in the line work of Hans Fischer. His thin, expressive line gives life and
character to the animals. Although Fischer's interest in pattern and line
appears to be loose and casual, there is careful variation throughout the
book. Similar in general shape, no two patterns are exactly alike. With very
slight alteration of line, he continually achieves change.
The work of Felix Hoffmann is noted for a sensitivity of line and a poetic
sense of arrangement. While there is an evocation of romance in his
drawings, his people have the reality of peasants. Strong emotion rather
than sentiment comes from his use of fine line worked on colored surfaces,
the soft pencil used in the black-and-white pages. An apparent simplicity of
line gives a pervading sense of beauty and strength.
Nancy Ekholm Burkert's illustrations in Snow-White and the Seven
Dwarfs are opulent. There is endless visual detail; the smooth texture she
uses gives a romantic, dreamlike quality that corresponds to the poetic
tenor of this story. The format, large and slim, is that of a picture book, but
there is no attempt to picture each event. Here, instead, is a handsome,
illustrated edition of a single folktale. Yet her work is sumptuous, exhib-
endpapers and exerting an influence on the entire
iting its quality in the
book. Opulent pattern, scene worked within scene, create an ambience
inseparable from the story.
Illustration by Felix Hoffmann from The Sleeping Beauty by the Brothers Grimm, 1959 by
H.R. Sauerlander and Co., Aarau; English translation 1959 by Oxford University Press.
Reproduced by permission of Harcourt Brace Jovanovich Inc.
44 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
Illustration by Nancy Ekholm Burkert. Reprinted with the permission of Farrar, Straus &
Giroux, Inc., from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, a tale from the Brothers Grimm,
translated by Randall Jarrell, illustrated by Nancy Ekholm Burkert, Copyright 1972 by
Nancy Ekholm Burkert.
best should be given, the ties formed to that which exhibits the quality of
the authentic artist. The best of these picture books speak in a visual
language that educates the eye, stimulates the imagination, and affirms a
deep and abiding joy in perceiving this world whatever the age of the
viewer.
Joined in this pleasure, however, is the sense of the narrative that may
go with it. Often children will pick up a picture book and invent their own
narratives, "reading" aloud. Those children who have had the same story
read to them over and over again are easily able to follow a story in their
memories as they turn the pages of a picture book. Some texts of picture
books are much more memorable than others; some can be told without the
visual accompaniment and hold the listener spellbound. These are the
stories with definite beginnings, middles, and ends. Drama and tension are
generated by a clear conflict of forces; incidents mount to a climax, and the
story ends with a firm resolution. These are the virtues of old-fashioned
storytelling, the hallmarks by which the folktale has endured. Curious
George, by H. A. Rey, is a contemporary classic example of a well- wrought
story whose intrinsic excitement is accompanied with illustrations that
follow the narrative almost as closely as a motion picture. Generation after
generation, children listen repeatedly to the story of Goldilocks and the
three bears, with or without illustrations. Beatrix Potter's story about Peter
Rabbit strikes so strong an emotional tone as to be independent of her
careful, engaging drawings.
In the preceding section, where the art of the picture book was empha-
sized, references to the accompanying texts indicated that they supply
words for a mood book, a simple narrative sequence, or poetic imagery. Art
and text become so closely intertwined that the text is often not substantial
enough to be satisfying when separated. On the other hand, the texts that
follow were included because of their strong stories, their appeal to young
listeners, who can follow the conflict and project themselves into the story
with sympathy and understanding. In the sense that "picture books," as a
term, covers a certain format of publishing, these belong in the field. The
adult who wants to discriminate between the art experience that the young
child has with books and the literary experience as a listener to stories must
think of these as primarily literary.
46 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
and America have loved this delightful nonsense While the Elephant
Said something quite irrelevant
picture book, which had its beginnings in the
artist's own childhood. As a small boy, Leslie In Johnny Crow's Garden.
Brooke loved the stories about Johnny Crow that
his father, a novelist, told him. When he grew up And the Goose
and had two sons of his own, he in turn told them Well,
about Johnny Crow. At the suggestion of his wife, The Goose was a Goose
he made a picture book of the genial bird. A few In Johnny Crow's Garden.
years later came Johnny Crow's Party, and thirty
years later he wrote and illustrated Johnny Crow's
And the Mouse
New Garden for his small grandson Peter Brooke. Built himself a little House
[Complete text from Johnny Crow's Garden, writ-
Where the Cat
ten and illustrated by L. Leslie Brooke (Warne, Sat down beside the Mat
1903).]
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
it had been turned down by six publishers, Bea- up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and
trix drew out her savings from the Post
Potter calling out, "Stop thief!"
Office savings bank and had a modest edition of Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he
450 copies privately printed at a cost of 11. But it rushed all over the garden, for he had forgot-
was not until Frederick Warne and Company ten the way back to the gate.
decided to publish it with colored illustrations He one of his shoes among the cabbag-
lost
that the story came into its own. It sold for a es, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
shilling and carried a royalty of threepence a After losing them, he ran on four legs and
copy. The fame of Peter Rabbit spread rapidly. At went faster, so that I think he might have got
the time of Beatrix Potter's death in 1943 the book away altogether if he had not unfortunately
had been translated into five languages and had run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by
sold several million copies. Beatrix Potter wrote the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue
over twenty of these little animal stories, but jacket with brass buttons, quite new.
Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Bunny, and The Tailor of Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big
Gloucester are the best. [Complete text from tears; but his sobs were overheard by some
Beatrix Potter, The Tale of Peter Rabbit (Warne, friendly sparrows,who flew to him in great
1903).] excitement, and implored him to exert him-
self.
Once upon a time there were four little Rab- Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which
bits, and their names were he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but
Flopsy, Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his
Mopsy, jacket behind him. And rushed into the tool-
Cotton-tail, shed, and jumped into a can. It would have
and Peter. been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not
They lived with their Mother in a sand- had so much water in it.
bank, underneath the root of a very big fir- Mr. McGregor was quite sure that Peter
tree. was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hid-
"Now, my
dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit one den underneath a flower-pot. He began to
morning, "you may go into the fields or down turn them over carefully, looking under each.
the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's Presently Peter sneezed "Kertyschoo!"
garden: your Father had an accident there; Mr. McGregor was after him in no time, and
he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor. Now tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped
run along, and don't get into mischief; I am out of the window, upsetting three plants.
going out." The window was too small for Mr. McGregor
Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her and he was tired of running after Peter. He
umbrella, and went through the wood to the went back to his work.
bakei 's. She bought a loaf of brown bread and Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath
five currant buns. and trembling with fright, and he had not the
Flcpsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were least idea which way to go. Also he was very
good little bunnies, went down the lane to damp with sitting in that can.
gather blackberries; but Peter, who was very After a time he began to wander about,
naug ity, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's going lippity lippity not very fast, and
garden, and squeezed under the gate! looking all around.
he ate some lettuces and some French
First He found a door in a wall; but it was
beam and then he ate some radishes; and
; locked, and there was no room for a fat little
then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for rabbit to squeeze underneath.
some parsley. An old mouse was running in and out over
Bu round the end of a cucumber frame, the stone door-step, carrying peas and beans
whon should he meet but Mr. McGregor! to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the
Mr McGregor was on his hands and knees way to the gate, but she had such a large pea
planting out young cabbages, but he jumped in her mouth that she could not answer. She
48 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
Goldilocks had not yet made her appearance. Bear, but that was too cold for her. And then
[This version from English Fairy Tales; retold by she went to the porridge of the Little Wee
Flora Annie Steel (Macmillan, 1918).] Bear, and tasted it, and that was neither too
hot nor too cold, but just right, and she liked it
Once upon a time there were three Bears, so well, that she ate it all up, every bit!
who lived together in a house of their own, in Then Goldilocks, who was tired, for she
a wood. One of them was a Little Wee Bear, had been catching butterflies instead of run-
and one was a Middle-sized Bear, and the ning on her errand, sat down in the chair of
other was a Great Big Bear. They had each a the Great Big Bear, but that was too hard for
bowl for their porridge: a little bowl for the her. And then she sat down in the chair of the
Little Wee Bear; and a middle-sized bowl for Middle-sized Bear, and that was too soft for
the Middle-sized Bear; and a great bowl for her. But when she sat down in the chair of the
the Great Big Bear. And they had each a chair Little Wee Bear, that was neither too hard,
to sit in: a little chair for the Little Wee Bear; nor too soft, but just right. So she seated
and a middle-sized chair for the Middle-sized herself in it, and there she sat till the bottom
Bear; and a great chair for the Great Big of the chair came out, and down she came,
Bear. And they had each a bed to sleep in: a plump upon the ground; and that made her
little bed for the Little Wee Bear; and a very cross, for she was a bad-tempered little
middle-sized bed for the Middle-sized Bear; girl.
and a great bed for the Great Big Bear. Now, being determined to rest, Goldilocks
One day, after they had made the porridge went upstairs into the bedchamber in which
for their breakfast and poured it into their the Three Bears slept. And first she lay down
porridge-bowls, they walked out into the wood upon the bed of the Great Big Bear, but that
while the porridge was cooling that they was too high at the head for her. And next she
might not burn their mouths by beginning too lay down upon the bed of the Middle-sized
soon, for they were polite, well-brought-up Bear, and that was too high at the foot for her.
Bears. And while they were away, a little girl And then she lay down upon the bed of the
called Goldilocks, who lived at the other side Little Wee Bear, and that was neither too high
of the wood and had been sent on an errand at the head, nor at the foot, but just right. So
by her mother, passed by the house and she covered herself up comfortably, and lay
looked in at the window. And then she peeped there till she fell fast asleep.
in at the keyhole, for she was not at all a By this time the Three Bears thought their
well-brought-up little girl. Then seeing no- porridge would be cool enough for them to eat
body in the house she lifted the latch. The itproperly; so they came home for breakfast.
door was not fastened, because the Bears Now careless Goldilocks had left the spoon of
were good Bears who did nobody any harm the Great Big Bear standing in his porridge.
and never suspected that anybody would
harm them. So Goldilocks opened the door "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY POR-
and vent in; and well pleased was she when RIDGE!"
she saw the porridge on the table. If she had
been a well-brought-up little girl she would
said the Great Big Bear in his great, rough,
have waited till the Bears came home, and
gruff voice.
then, perhaps, they would have asked her to Then the Middle-sized Bear looked at his
breakfast; for they were good Bears a little
porridge and saw the spoon was standing in it
rough or so, as the manner of Bears is, but for too.
all that very good-natured and hospitable. But
she v\ as an impudent, rude little girl, and so
she S( t about helping herself.
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY PORRIDGE!"
Fir>t she tasted the porridge of the Great
Big Bear, and that was too hot for her. Next said the Middle-sized Bear in his middle-sized
she t isted the porridge of the Middle-sized voice.
50 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
Then the Little Wee Bear looked at his, and said the Middle-sized Bear in his middle-sized
there was the spoon in the porridge bowl, but voice.
the porridge was all gone! But when the Wee Bear came to look
Little
at his bed, there was the bolster in its place!
And the pillow was in its place upon the
"Somebody has been at my porridge and bolster.
has eaten it all up!" And upon the pillow ?
There was Goldilocks' yellow head which
was not in its place, for she had no business
said the Little Wee Bear in his little wee voice.
there.
Upon this the Three Bears, seeing that
someone had entered their house, and eaten
up the Little Wee Bear's breakfast, began to "Somebody has been lying in my bed,
look about them. Now the careless Goldilocks
and here she is still!"
had not put the hard cushion straight when
she rose from the chair of the Great Big Bear. said the Little Wee Bear in his little wee voice.
Now Goldilocks had heard in her sleep the
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN great, rough, gruff voice of the Great Big
MY CHAIR!" Bear; but she was so fast asleep that it was no
more to her than the roaring of wind, or the
said the Great Big Bear in his great, rough, rumbling of thunder. And she had heard the
middle-sized voice of the Middle-sized Bear,
gruff voice.
And the careless Goldilocks had squatted but it was only as if she had heard someone
down the soft cushion of the Middle-sized speaking in a dream. But when she heard the
little wee voice of the Little Wee Bear, it was
Bear.
so sharp and so shrill, that it awakened her at
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY once. Up she started, and when she saw the
CHAIR!" Three Bears on one side of the bed, she tum-
bled herself out at the other and ran to the
said the Middle-sized Bear in his middle-sized window. Now the window was open, because
voice. the Bears, like good, tidy Bears, as they were,
always opened their bedchamber window
"Somebody has been sitting in my chair, when they got up in the morning. So naughty,
and has sat the bottom through!" frightened little Goldilocks jumped; and
whether she broke her neck in the fall or ran
said the Little Wee Bear in his little wee voice. into the wood and was lost there or found her
Then the Three Bears thought they had way out of the wood and got whipped for
better make further search in case it was a being a bad girl and playing truant no one can
burglar; so they went upstairs into their bed- say. But the Three Bears never saw anything
chamber. Now Goldilocks had pulled the pil- more of her.
low of the Great Big Bear out of its place.
said the Great Big Bear in his great, rough, A satisfying realistic picture-storybook that tells
gruff voice. how Pelle's fine blue suit of clothes was made
And Goldilocks had pulled the bolster of the from the wool of his lamb. The story is told not
Middle-sized Bear out of its place. only in text, but also in full-page pictures in color
by the author-artist. [Complete text from Elsa
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!" Beskow, Pelle's New Suit (Harper, 1929).]
PICTURE BOOKS 51
There was once a little Swedish boy whose my hay and bring in my wood and feed my
name was Pelle. Now, Pelle had a lamb pigs for me."
which was all his own and which he took care So Pelle raked the tailor's hay and fed his
of all by himself. pigs.
The lamb grew and Pelle grew. And the And then he carried in all the wood. And
lamb's wool grew longer and longer, but the tailor had Pelle's suit ready that very
Pelle's coat only grew shorter! Saturday evening.
One day and cut
Pelle took a pair of shears And on Sunday morning Pelle put on his
off all the lamb's wool. Then he took the wool new suit and went to his lamb and said:
to his grandmother and said: "Granny dear, "Thank you very much for my new suit, little
"That will I gladly do, my dear," said his heroine, a live mouse, caught up in the
tale, its
"Beautiful!" exclaimed the rest of the she ordered that the cheesecake be taken to
Court. the Royal Chamber.
Just then, a fly landed on the end of Tina's "I fear the Queen and I do not agree," the
nose. King said to the Court. "We cannot choose a
"Hold, Tina, hold," whispered Tom. At first new Chief Pastry Cook today." Then he or-
Tina didn't move, but then her whiskers dered that Tom's cake also be taken to the
twitched, just a little. Royal Chamber. "I'll feast on its beauty, al-
"Eeeek!" shrieked one of the Ladies of the ways," he said.
Court. "A sugar mouse moved," she gasped. When Tom heard the King's order, his
Then she fainted. The other Ladies screamed heart sank. He didn't know what to do. But as
and drew back. the two cakes were carried off, he whispered,
"See, my dear," exclaimed the King, "the "Don't worry, Tina, I'll rescue you."
sugar mice look so real they frighten all the Tina remained perfectly still.
Ladies! This cake is a masterpiece!" That night when everyone had gone to
"Nonsense!" said the Queen. "The cheese- sleep, Tom tiptoed down the hall towards the
cake is the best." Then she ate another piece, Royal Chamber. But it was no use ten Pal-
much bigger than the first. ace Guards guarded the door.
At this moment the palace cat walked into Suddenly, Tom had another idea. He went
the Great Hall. He walked straight to Tom's outdoors and put a tall ladder across the moat
cake, put his front paws on the table, and to the window of the Royal Chamber. Then he
sniffed. Tom's heart sank. climbed to the top and looked in. The King
"Hold, Tina, hold," he whispered. Sudden- and Queen and Tina were all asleep. The
ly the cat took a big swipe at Tina. He missed King snored peacefully, but the Queen tossed
by a hair but Tina stayed perfectly still. The and turned in her sleep. She had finished the
whole court was in an uproar. cheesecake, and had eaten all the cookies in
"Did you see that?" exclaimed the King as her silver cookie box too. Tina still sat on the
the cat ran off. "Even Puss thinks the sugar little throne and dreamed that she was back
mice are real. This cake is a work of art!" in the flour pantry.
"Fiddlesticks!" said the Queen. Then she Tom was wondering what to do next, when
helped herself to still another piece of cheese- suddenly he saw something that made his
cake. blood run cold. Creeping towards his cake
The Chief Pastry Cook coughed nervously. was the hungry palace cat. Before Tom could
"Perhaps your Majesty would care to taste the rap on the window to warn Tina, the cat
sugar mouse cake," he said, bowing to the leaped up and took a great swipe at her. He
Queen. Then he picked up a knife and turned missed Tina but his paw went through the
to Tom's cake. cake and hit the little music box which had
When Tom saw the knife, he wanted Tina been baked inside. It started to play and Tina
to run for her life. But he was so frightened he and the Queen woke up. Tina tried hard to
couldn't make a sound. At first Tina didn't hold still, but she couldn't. She began to
move, but when she saw the knife right over dance.
her tail, she flicked her tail out of the way. When the Queen saw Tina dancing, she
The Chief Pastry Cook jumped back. screamed and fainted. Tina jumped off the
"Forgive me, your Majesty," he gasped. "I cake and ran, the cat ran after her, the King
thought I saw one of the sugar mice move." woke up and shouted for the Captain of the
"My good man," said the King, "you need a Guard, the Captain of the Guard shouted for
long est. You're seeing things. As for me, I've
i the Court Physicians and Tom fell off the
seen enough. The sugar mouse cake is cer- ladder into the moat.
tain I i the winner." When the Court Physicians arrived at the
"Ridiculous!" snapped the Queen. "The Queen's bedside, they threw water in her face
cheesecake is the winner. It's so delicious I'm and she opened her eyes. "A sugar mouse was
going to have some more for lunch!" Then dancing on that cake!" she gasped. The Court
54 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
Physicians put their heads together and whis- ping started again. Suddenly Tom turned and
pered for a moment. Then one of them spoke. stared at the Queen's silver cookie box on the
"Your Majesty," he said, "it is quite clear. table near the bed. He lifted the lid and out
You had a nightmare from eating too much jumped Tina!
cake." The Queen closed her eyes and shud- She was so happy she turned somersaults,
dered. she did cartwheels, she danced, and she stood
"I promise that from moment on," she
this on her head. She did all of her tricks except
said, "I'll never eat too much cake again." one she didn't hold still! Tom was so happy
In the morning Tom read a Royal Procla- he laughed and he cried and he hopped up
mation on the kitchen wall. It said: and down. He even put on his Chief Pastry
Cook's hat.
WHEREAS THE QUEEN AND I DO NOW AGREE, WE
"Let's celebrate!" he cried, and Tina
HEREBY DO PROCLAIM THE SUGAR MOUSE CAKE TO
BE THE BEST CAKE IN THE KINGDOM. BE IT jumped right onto his shoulder. Then Tom
KNOWN THEREFORE THAT TOM SHALL BECOME ran all the way to the Kitchen and made Tina
, ,
on the back and shake his hand, but Tom ran however, is the pathos of being lost and separat-
and hid in the flour pantry. Tina was gone, ed from home and family. [Complete text from
and Tom wished that he had never made the William Steig, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble
sugar mouse cake. (Simon & Schuster, 1969).]
That afternoon the King made Tom his
Chief Pastry Cook and proclaimed the Sugar Sylvester Duncan lived with his mother and
Mouse Cake a Royal Treasure. After a small father at Acorn Road in Oatsdale. One of his
lunch of weak tea and toast, the Queen was hobbies was collecting pebbles of unusual
able to attend the Grand Parade in Tom's shape and color.
honor. Flags waved, trumpets blew, and On a rainy Saturday during vacation he
everyone shouted, "Three cheers for Tom!" found a quite extraordinary one. It was flam-
The King even presented him with the ing red, shiny, and perfectly round, like a
Queen's silver cookie box. marble. As he was studying this remarkable
But Tom was the saddest person in the pebble, he began to shiver, probably from
Kingdom. excitement, and the rain felt cold on his back.
That night he went to bed with a heavy "I wish it would stop raining," he said.
heart. Although now Tom slept in a fine, soft To his great surprise the rain stopped. It
bed, he tossed and turned and had all sorts of didn't stop gradually as rains usually do. It
bad dreams. "Alas, poor Tina!" he cried out in CEASED. The drops vanished on the way
his sleep. down, the clouds disappeared, everything
No sooner had Tom cried out, than he was was dry, and the sun was shining as if rain
awakened by something. It was a soft, tap- had never existed.
ping sound. Tom got up, opened the door, and In all his young life Sylvester had never
looked down the hall. He looked in the cup- had a wish gratified so quickly. It struck him
board and under the bed, behind all the cur- that magic must be at work, and he guessed
tains, and finally he said, "I must have been that the magic must be in the remarkable-
dreaming." As soon as he said this, the tap- looking red pebble. (Where indeed it was.) To
PICTURE BOOKS 55
Night followed day and day followed night Duncan saw the red pebble. "What a fantas-
over and over again. Sylvester on the hill ticpebble!" he exclaimed. "Sylvester would
woke up less and less often. When he was have loved it for his collection." He put the
awake, he was only hopeless and unhappy. pebble on the rock.
He felt he would be a rock forever and he tried They sat down to eat. Sylvester was now as
to get used to it. He went into an endless wide awake as a donkey that was a rock could
sleep. The days grew colder. Fall came with possibly be. Mrs. Duncan felt some mysteri-
the leaves changing color. Then the leaves ous excitement. "You know, Father," she said
fell and the grass bent to the ground. suddently, "I have the strangest feeling that
Then it was winter. The winds blew, this our dear Sylvester is still alive and not far
way and that. It snowed. Mostly, the animals away."
stayed indoors, living on the food they had "I am!" Sylvester wanted to shout,
am, I
stored up. but he couldn't. If only he had realized that
One day a wolf sat on the rock that was the pebble resting on his back was the magic
Sylvester and howled and howled because he pebble!
was hungry. "Oh, how I wish he were here with us on
Then the snows melted. The earth warmed this lovely May day," said Mrs. Duncan. Mr.
up in the spring sun and things budded. Duncan looked sadly at the ground. "Don't
Leaves were on the trees again. Flowers you wish it too, Father?" she said. He looked
showed their young faces. at her as if to say, "How can you ask such a
One day in May, Mr. Duncan insisted that question?"
his wife go with him on a picnic. "Let's cheer Mr. and Mrs. Duncan looked at each other
up," he said. "Let us try to live again and be with great sorrow.
happy even though Sylvester, our angel, is no "I wish I were myself again, I wish I were
longer with us." They went to Strawberry my real self again!" thought Sylvester.
Hill. And in less than an instant, he was!
Mrs. Duncan sat down on the rock. The You can imagine the scene that followed
warmth of his own mother sitting on him the embraces, the kisses, the questions, the
woke Sylvester up from his deep winter sleep. answers, the loving looks, and the fond excla-
How he wanted to shout, "Mother! Father! mations!
It'sme, Sylvester, I'm right here!" But he When
they had eventually calmed down a
couldn't talk. He had no voice. He was stone- and had gotten home, Mr. Duncan put the
bit,
dumb. magic pebble in an iron safe. Some day they
Mr. Duncan walked aimlessly about while might want to use it, but really, for now, what
Mrs. Duncan set out the picnic food on the more could they wish for? They all had all
rock alfalfa sandwiches, pickled oats, sas- that they wanted.
safras salad, timothy compote. Suddenly Mr.
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busy figures lead the viewer in a mazelike pro-
Adams, Adrienne. A Woggle of Witches; illus. by gression. See also Dr. Anna's Magical Midnight
the author. Scribner, 1971. (Grades K-2) Circus (1972).
Especially delightful for Halloween, this book
Ardizzone, Edward. Little Tim and the Brave Sea
appeals at all times to those who request a
Captain; illus. by the author. Oxford University
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Anno, Mitsumasa. Topsy-Turvies; Pictures to A picture book of distinction that a young
Stretch the Imagination; illus. by the author. English artist made for his small son. The water
Walker/Weatherhill, 1970. (Grades K-3) colors, filled with drama and realism, show an
PICTURE BOOKS 57
understanding of sea and ships. Tim All Alone A picture book from Sweden with twelve full-
was awarded the first Kate Greenaway medal in page illustrations in color.
1957. This English award corresponds to the
Caldecott medal in America. Birnbaum, Abe. Green Eyes; illus. by the author.
Capitol, 1953. (Grades K-2)
Ayer, Jacqueline. A Wish for Little Sister; illus.
by A much-loved cat tells about the first year of
the author. Harcourt, 1960. (Grades 2-4) life, going through the seasons with a sense of
Little Sister's birthday wish, a very little wish, great contentment and joy.
comes true just when she has almost given up.
See also Nu Dang and His Kite (1959). Bishop, Claire Huchet. The Five Chinese Broth-
ers; illus. by Kurt Wiese. Coward-McCann, 1938.
Baker, Laura Nelson. The Friendly Beasts; illus. (Grades 1-3)
by Nicolas Sidjakov. Parnassus, 1957. (Grades A dramatic retelling of an old Chinese folk
1-4) tale made into a picture book with Kurt Wiese's
Adapted from a fourteenth century Christmas interpretive drawings. Available in French with
Mary and Joseph in the
carol, this is the story of the title Les Cinq Freres Chinois.
barn.
Briggs, Raymond. Father Christmas; illus. by the
Balet, Jan. Joanjo; illus. by the author. Delacorte, author. Coward-McCann, 1973. (Grades K-6)
1965. (Grades 1-3) Cantankerous and human Father Christmas
In his dreams, a small Portuguese boy leaves is shown
in all his domestic routines as he gets
his fishing village and becomes rich and power- up and out on his workday, Christmas.
ful. He is about to be shot to the moon when he
awakens, thankful to be at home in his family of Brooke, L. Leslie. Johnny Crow's Garden; illus. by
fishermen. the author. Warne, 1903. (Grades K-2)
A delightful picture book that has been a
Bannerman, Helen. The Story of Little Black favorite for generations. Followed by Johnny
Sambo; illus. by the author. Lippincott, 1923.
(Grades K-2)
Crow's Party and Johnny Crow's New Garden.
On a long journey back to India, the author Brown, Marcia. Once a Mouse A Fable Cut in
. . .
wrote this story for her two small children whom Wood; illus. by the author. Scribner, 1961.
she left behind in Scotland for their education. It (Grades K-3)
has become a childhood classic. Critics have A vigorous retelling of an ancient Indian fa-
called it "a miracle of simplicity and drama." ble. The woodcuts are distinguished for their
Barry, Robert E. This Is the Story of Faint George strength. Awarded the Caldecott medal, 1962.
Who Wanted to Be a Knight; illus. by the au- See also Henry-Fisherman (1949); How Hippo!
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A humorous story of chivalry and a dragon. Brown, Margaret Wise. The Dead Bird; illus. by
Baskin, Hosea, et al. Hosie's Alphabet; illus. by Remy Charlip. Scott, 1958. (Grades 1-3)
Leonard Baskin. Viking, 1972. Children encounter death. See also Good-
A famous has used words and inspira-
artist night Moon (Harper, 1947).
tion from his own children in creating a visually
Brunhoff, Jean de. The Story of Babar, the Little
stunning ABC.
Elephant; illus. by the author; tr. from the
Baumann, Hans. Fenny the Desert Fox; illus. by French by Merle S. Haas. Random House, 1933.
Eleonore Schmid. Random House, 1970. (Grades (Grades 1-3)
1-3) A gay, sophisticated, yet childlike picture
A desert fox goes off to see how other foxes in book of Babar, the little elephant who ran away
the world live. from the jungle, found consolation in the exhila-
ration of city life, and then returned to the jungle
Bemelrians, Ludwig. Madeline; illus. by the au-
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Caldecott, Randolph, illustrator. Picture Books. 4 This invites direct participation from the child
vols. Warne, 1878-85. (Grades K-3) and is a playful and original go-to-sleep book.
This talented artist, for whom the annual See also Oh! What Nonsense (Viking, 1966).
American picture book award is named, has
Craft, Ruth. The Winter Bear; illus. by Erik
taken sixteen favorite nursery rhymes and made
them into picture books. His drawings, distin- Blegvad. Atheneum, 1975. (Grades K-2)
A rhyming account of a winter walk that
guished for simplicity of line, are full of action
culminates in the finding of a brown, knitted
and spirited humor.
bear, who is taken home where he is dried off
Carigiet, Alois. The Pear Tree, The Birch Tree, and dressed.
and The Barberry Bush; illus. by the author. Crews, Donald. Ten Black Dots; illus. by the au-
Walck, 1967. (Grades 1-3) thor. Scribner, 1968. (Grades K-2)
A bird is a thief, but the scenic locale of Handsomely designed abstractions give reali-
Switzerland and its careful depiction by the ty to numbers.
author-artist attract the attention.
Daugherty, James. Andy and the Lion; illus. by
Carle, Eric. The Very Hungry Caterpillar; illus. the author. Viking, 1938. (Grades 1-3)
by the author. World, 1969. (Grades K-2) A vigorous, modern version of the famous
A playful engagement with the young child, Greek fable of Androcles and the Lion, illustrat-
who is led through intriguing visual complica- ed with masterly drawings.
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D'Aulaire, Ingri, and Edgar Parin. Children of the
and Pancakes, Pancakes! (Knopf, 1970).
Northlights; illus. by the authors. Viking, 1935.
Chaucer, Chanticleer and the Fox; (Grades 2-4)
Geoffrey.
After reading Ola, children will enjoy this
adapt, and by Barbara Cooney. Thomas Y.
illus.
story of Lise and Lasse in Lapland. The picture
Crowell, 1958. (Grades 1-3)
book is the happy result of the D'Aulaires' long
The fable of the vain cock and the shrewd fox
from Chaucer's Canterbury Tales has been journey by boat and sled into the north of Nor-
made into a distinguished picture book harmoni- way.
ous in design and illustration. Awarded the Cal- Dayrell, Elphinstone. Why the Sun and the Moon
decott medal, 1959. Live in the Sky; illus. by Blair Lent. Houghton
Mifflin, 1968.(Grades 1-3)
Chonz, Selina. A Bell for Ursli; illus. by Alois The
origin story becomes real and fantastic
Carigiet. Oxford University Press, 1950. (Grades with the use of African design motifs in the
K-3) illustrations.
Rhyming text and radiant water colors tell the
story of a little boy who lives high in the moun- De Regniers, Beatrice Schenk. May I Bring a
tains of Switzerland. The beauty and charm of Friend?; illus. by Beni Montresor. Atheneum,
the Swiss edition have been retained in the 1964. (Grades K-2)
American printing. All kinds of animals appear at the palace
when the king and queen extend an invitation to
Clark, Ann Nolan. In My Mother's House; illus. by "my friends." The drawings complement the
Velino Hen-era. Viking, 1941. (Grades 1-3) text perfectly. Awarded the Caldecott medal,
The simple day-to-day life of a Pueblo Indian 1965. See also A Little House of Your Own
child in the Southwest is told in quiet, cadenced
(Harcourt, 1954); Cats, Cats, Cats, Cats, illus.
prose. The drawings, by a distinguished Indian by Bill Sokol (Pantheon, 1958); A Child's
mural painter, add distinction to the book. Book of Dreams, illus. by Bill Sokol (Harcourt,
1957); and The Snow Party, illus. by Reiner
Coatsworth, Elizabeth. Under the Green Willow;
illus. by Janina Domanska. Macmillan, 1971.
Zimnik (Pantheon, 1959).
(Grades K-l) Diska, Pat. Andy Says Bonjour!; illus. by Chris
Geometric shapes used by the illustrator in-
Jenkyns. Vanguard, 1954.
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Goodnight, illus. by Jose Aruego (1972). in Minou, the cat.
Cock Robin. The Courtship, Merry Marriage, and
Feast of Cock Robin and Jenny Wren, to Which Domanska, Janina. If All the Seas Were One Sea.
Is Added the Doleful Death of Cock Robin; illus. Macmillan, 1971. (Grades K-2)
Nonsense Mother Goose rhyme, briefly under-
by Barbara Cooney. Scribner, 1965. (Grades K-2) scores line complexities of pictures. See also The
An engaging book in which the artist has
captured the personalities of the various birds in
Turnip (1969); Marilka (1970); and I Saw a
a style particularly suited to the old rhymes. Ship A-Sailing (1972).
Cole, William. Frances Face-Maker; illus. by Tomi DuBois, William Pene. Otto at Sea. Viking, 1958.
Ungerer. World, 1963. (Grades K-3) (Grades 1-4)
PICTURE BOOKS 59
This and other stories about Otto, the giant Sherwood, the wind-up bear, has one compli-
dog, are good adventures, handsomely por- cation when he walks home: he has to go in a
trayed. The humorous episodes are similar
straight line.
to The Golden Goose. See also Leopold, the
Duvoisin, Roger. Veronica; illus. by the author.
See-Through Crumbpicker (1961); The Fabu-
Knopf, 1961. (Grades K-3) lous Firework Fami;y; and Stewed Goose (Athe-
Duvoisin's elegantly ponderous heroine, the
neum, 1973).
hippopotamus, Veronica, wants to be famous
and takes herself off to the city. See also Petunia Fontane, Theodor. Sir Ribbeck of Ribbeck of Hav-
(1950). elland; tr. from the German by Elizabeth Shub;
illus. by Nonny Hogrogian. Macmillan, 1969.
Ehrhardt, Reinhold. Kikeri; or The Proud Red
Rooster; illus. by Bernadette. World, 1969. (Grades 1-3)
(Grades K-2) Ripe yellow pears grow from the grave of a
Kikeri finally finds a good reason to be proud. man who loved to give them away.
Eichenberg, Fritz. Ape in a Cape; an Alphabet of Francoise, pseud. Jeanne-Marie Counts Her
Odd Animals; illus. by the author. Harcourt, Sheep; by the author. Scribner, 1951.
illus.
1952. (Grades K-2) (Grades K-l)
Simple nonsense rhymes with humorous il- A little French girl counts the number of
lustrations for each letter of the alphabet. See lambs her sheep may have. She plans what she
also Dancing in the Moon. will buy with the money from their wool. The
Emberley, Barbara. Drummer Hoff; adapt, by Bar- drawings have a childlike simplicity.
bara Emberley; illus. by Ed Emberley. Prentice- and Say; a Picture Book
Frasconi, Antonio. See in
Hall, 1967. (Grades 1-3) Four Languages;
A cumulative folk verse made into a picture
illus. by the author. Harcourt,
1955. (Grades K-3)
book with bold colors. Awarded the Caldecott Each language, English, Italian, French, and
medal, 1968. See also The Wing on a Flea; a Spanish, is represented in a different color. Strik-
Book About Shapes, by Ed Emberley (Little,
ing woodcuts in brilliant colors, in modern de-
Brown, 1961). sign, accompany the words. See also See Again,
Ets,Marie Hall. Play with Me; illus. by the author. Say Again; The Snow and the Sun; and The
Viking, 1955. (Grades K-l) House that Jack Built.
There is a rare quality to this sensitive story of
a little girl who tries to play with the wild crea- Freeman, Don. The Guard Mouse; illus. by the
tures of the meadow. They all run away from author. Viking, 1967. (Grades K-2)
her. Then, when she sits perfectly still, one by Clyde, the guard mouse, not only keeps small
creatures from getting through the openings in
one, they come to her. In the Forest tells of a
little boy's meeting with the animals of the for-
the wall around Buckingham Palace, but he is
est. also a connoisseur of London. The reader is
given a delightful mouse's-eye-view of the city.
Fatio, Louise. The Happy Lion; illus. by Roger See also Norman the Doorman (1959).
Duvoisin. McGraw-Hill, 1954. (Grades K-2)
A kindly lion escapes from a zoo, causing Fromm, Lilo. Muffel and Plums. Macmillan, 1972.
consternation in the small French town. Humor- Without words, drawings of two toy animal
ous drawings capture the gaiety of the story. characters show progressive action in humorous
adventures of small dimension.
Feelings, Muriel. Moja Means One; Swahili
Counting Book; illus. by Tom Feelings. Dial, Fuchs, Erich. Journey to the Moon. Delacorte,
197] .
(Grades K-3) 1969. (Grades K-2)
Idyllic pictorial scenes. See also Jambo Means An artist's view of space and its beauty and
Hello; Swahili Alphabet Book (1974). arrangement.
Fische , Hans. Pitschi; illus. by the author. Har- Gag, Wanda. Millions of Cats; illus. by the author.
court, 1955. (Grades K-2) Coward-McCann, 1928. (Grades K-2)
T le story of a kitten that wanted to be some- A perfect picture book because of the folk-
thin ; else, by a Swiss artist of great originality. lore quality of the story and the originality
See ilso The Birthday (1954). and strength of the pictures. See also The ABC
Flack, Marjorie. The Story About Ping; illus. by Bunny.
Kurt Wiese. Viking, 1933. (Grades 1-3) Galdone, Paul. The Old Woman and Her Pig.
A small classic that tells of a Peking duck- McGraw-Hill, 1960.
ling' i night of adventure on the Yangtze River. The old cumulative tale, illustrated with ro-
The jictures heighten the delight of the story. bust humor. See also Henny Penny (Seabury,
ames. Sherwood Walks Home; illus. by the 1968).
Flora, ,
Goodall, John. The Adventures of Paddy Pork; Jeffers, Susan. Three Jovial Huntsmen. Bradbury
illus. by the author. Harcourt, 1968. (Grades Press, 1973. (Grades K-2)
K-2) The viewer can see what the three huntsmen
Without words, this little book takes the view- cannot: a countryside teeming with animal and
er through a plot of excitement and peril. See bird life. This adaptation of a Mother Goose
also The Ballooning Adventures of Paddy Pork rhyme links together the pictures of camou-
(1969) and others by this same artist. flaged wildlife.
Greenfield, Eloise. She Come Bringing Me That What Do You Say, Dear?; illus. by
Joslin, Sesyle.
Little Baby Girl; illus. by John Steptoe. Lippin- Maurice Sendak. Scott, 1958.
cott, 1974. (Grades K-2) Unreasonable questions; reasonable answers.
A small boy's reaction to his new baby sister, a A delightful guide to common sense and good
poor substitute for the brother he had wanted. manners. See also What Do You Do, Dear?
His realization that his mother was once a baby (1961).
girl gives him a new way of looking at his sister.
Kahl, Virginia. The Duchess Bakes a Cake. Scrib-
Handforth, Thomas. Mei Li; illus. by the author. ner, 1955. (Grades K-4)
Doubleday, 1938. (Grades 1-3) The rollicking rhythm of this ridiculous story
Mr. Handforth made the distinguished draw- catches and holds young listeners.
ings while living in China. Both illustrations and
Keats, Ezra Jack. The Snowy Day; illus. by the
text picture with fidelity traditional Chinese life.
author. Viking, 1962. (Grades K-l)
Awarded the Caldecott medal, 1939. A refreshingly natural story of a little boy who
Harris, Isobel. Little Boy Brown; illus. by Andre plays in the snow. The stylized illustrations
Francois. Lippincott, 1949. (Grades K-2) evoke mood and atmosphere. Awarded the Cald-
A famous French artist illustrates the story of ecott medal, 1963. See also Whistle for Willie; A
a lonely small boy who lives in a hotel, and his Letter to Amy; and The Little Drummer Boy
delight when he visits a family living in the (Harper, 1968).
country.
Kepes, Juliet. Lady Bird, Quickly. Little, Brown,
Hewett, Anita. The Little White Hen; illus. by 1964. (Grades K-2)
William Stobbs. McGraw-Hill, 1963. Brilliant color work with a story based on the
Tuck-a-luck, the hen, escapes from the king's old rhyme, "Lady bird, fly away home "; a
. . .
soldiers and finds she has become a speckled surprise ending with fireflies. See also Beasts
hen. from a Brush (Pantheon, 1955); Two Little
Heyduck-Huth, Hilde. In the Forest. Harcourt, Birds and Three (Houghton Mifflin, 1960); and
1971. (Grade K) Run, Little Monkey! Run, Run, Run! (Panthe-
This book, on thick boards, is a scenic book, on, 1974).
designed, with companion volumes, for looking. Kipling, Rudyard. The Beginning of the Armadil-
Others are: In the Village; The Three Birds;
los; illus. by Giulio Maestro. St. Martin's, 1970.
and When the Sun Shines.
(Grades 1-3)
Hoban, Tana. Count and See. Macmillan, 1972. Just So Stories are good for
All of Kipling's
(Grade K) reading or This is one of a growing
telling.
Photographs of dramatic composition. number of picture books from these stories. Ulla
Hogrogian, Nonny. One Fine Day; illus. by the
Kampmann and Leonard Weisgard have illus-
trated The Elephant's Child.
author. Macmillan, 1971. (Grades K-l)
A cumulative tale with an Armenian back- Klein, Lenore. Henri's Walk to Paris; illus. by Saul
ground is shown in beautifully textured shapes Bass. Young Scott, 1962. (Grades 1-2)
and soft subtle colors. Winner of the Caldecott A modern version of the story about the walk-
medal, 1972. See also Rooster Brother (1974); er who retraces his own footsteps and thinks he
Apples (1972); Sir Ribbeck ofRibbeck of Havel- has arrived at another place, much like home.
land (poem by Theodor Fontane) (1969).
Knotts, Howard. The Winter Cat; illus. by the
Holt, Margaret. David McCheever's 29 Dogs; illus. author. Harper & Row,
1972. (Grades K-2)
by Walter Lorraine. Hough ton Mifflin, 1963. Fine line work and soft shapes give this small
(Grades 1-3) book a distinct mood of winter.
A boy, new to town, inadvertantly attracts a
parade of dogs. Various people and a musical Kraus, Robert. Whose Mouse Are You?; illus. by
band follow him in a contemporary version of Jose Aruego. Macmillan, 1970. (Grade K)
The Golden Goose tale. A small mouse delivers his mother, father,
and sister from peril and finds that his reunited
Hutchins, Pat. Rosie's Walk; illus. by the author. family is augmented by a baby brother.
Macmillan, 1968. (Grades K-2)
Gaily decorated pages display the pursuit of James. 3 x 3; Three by Three; illus. by Eva
Kriiss,
an oblivious hen by an unfortunate fox. Johanna Rubin. Macmillan, 1965. (Grades K-2)
Who's this who hangs
Yet takes no chances?
Orangutan!
He hides in branches
Illustration by Celestino
Piatti. Copyright 1965 by Artemis Verlag, Zurich,
Switzerland. U.S.A. edition 1966 by Atheneum. Illustrated by Celestino
First
Piatti. From Celestino Piatti's Animal ABC. Used by permission of Atheneum
Publishers.
x
/
Illustration by Nonny Hogrogian. Reprinted with permission of Macmillan Publishing Co., Inc. from Vasilisa The
Beautiful by Thomas P. Whitney. Illustrated by Nonny Hogrogian.
PICTURE BOOKS 61
Originally published in Germany, this book 1968); Inch by Inch (Obolensky, 1960); and
uses design and repetition to give an intriguing Alexander and the Wind- Up Mouse (Pantheon,
interest to the number 3. 1969).
Kuskin, Karla. James and the Rain. Harper, 1957. Lipkind, William. Finders Keepers; illus. by Nico-
(Grades K-2) las Mordvinoff. Harcourt, 1951. (Grades K-3)
Effective repetition with gradual additions The dilemma of two dogs with one bone, told
are in the cumulative pattern. in crisp textand pictures distinguished by droll
La Fontaine. The Hare and the imagination. Awarded the Caldecott medal,
Tortoise; illus. by
1952. The Two Reds is a story of a red-haired boy
Brian Wildsmith. Watts, 1967.
and a red-furred cat. See also Little Tiny Roost-
The fable, with its famous race, is illustrated
er (1960).
with the sumptuous colors of Wildsmith's paint-
ing. See also The Lion and the Rat (1963); The Lobel, Arnold. A Zoo for Mister Muster. Harper,
Miller, The Boy and the Donkey (1969); The 1962. (Grades K-2)
North Wind and the Sun (1964); and The Rich A satisfying adventure with an understanding
Man and the Shoe-Maker (1965). and endearing character. See also A Holiday for
Mr. Muster (1963); and Frog and Toad Are
Langstaff, John. Frog Went a-Courtin'; retold by
Friends (1970).
John Langstaff; illus. by Feodor Rojankovsky.
Harcourt, 1955. (Grades 1-3) Low, Joseph. Adam's Book of Odd Creatures. Ath-
Many versions of the well-known ballad have eneum, 1962. (Grades 1-4)
contributed to the making of this American ver-
Witty, both visually and verbally, this book is
sion illustrated by rollicking drawings in color.
outstanding in its illustrations. See also Smiling
Awarded the Caldecott medal, 1956. The two Duke (Houghton Mifflin, 1963).
gifted collaborators have created a delightful
new version of another old rhyme in their more
recent picture book, Over in the Meadow. The McCloskey, Robert. Make Way for Ducklings; il-
lus. by the author. Viking, 1941. (Grades K-3)
exquisite drawings capture the magic and won- A truly American picture book. Mr. and Mrs.
der of nature.
Mallard and their eight ducklings make their
Laurence (pseud, of Laurence Cruse). A Village in home on an island in the Charles River. Aided by
Normandy: illus. by the author. Bobbs-Merrill, an Irish policeman, Mrs. Mallard and her duck-
1968. (Grades 1-3) lings march sedately through Boston traffic to
English and French are used to tell about the reach the pond in the Public Garden where pea-
places and people in this whimsically portrayed nuts and popcorn are plentiful. Awarded the
village. Caldecott medal, 1942. Blueberries for Sal and
One Morning in Maine are equally delightful.
Lawrence, Jacob. Harriet and the Promised Land;
illus. by the author. Windmill/Simon & Schuster,
Time of Wonder received the Caldecott medal,
1958.
1968. (Grades 2-4)
Deliberate and powerful distortion empha- McDermott, Gerald. Arrow to the Sun; adapt, and
sizes the artist's feelings about slavery and the illus.by the author. (Grades K-2)
life of Harriet Tubman. A Pueblo Indian tale adapted by Mr. McDer-
mott. Highly stylized geometric shapes echo In-
Lear, Edward. ABC. McGraw-Hill, 1965. (Grades
dian patterns in this symbolic tale. Awarded the
K-S;
Caldecott medal, 1975. See also Anansi the
Idiosyncratic line in the illustrations is com-
bined with the nonsense verses of the artist- Spider (1973); and The Stonecutter; A Japa-
writer.
nese Folktale (1975).
Lindgren, Astrid. The Tomten; illus. by Harold McKee, David. Mr. Benn-Red Knight; illus. by the
Wib<:rg. Coward-McCann, 1961. (Grades 1-3) author. McGraw-Hill, 1968. (Grades 1-3)
The northern scene at Christmas, with softly An ingenious springboard for a fantastic ad-
textured barnyard animals receiving the minis- venture is the trying on of a costume and then
trations of the torn ten, who visits during the stepping out into the landscape where such a
nigh t. person would belong. See also 123456789
Benn.
Lionni Leo. Swimmy; illus. by the author. Panthe-
on, 963. (Grades K-l) Mari, lela, and Enzo Mart. The Chicken and the
A 'ter Swimmy's companions have been swal- Egg; illus. by the authors. Pantheon, 1970.
lowt d by a hungry tuna, he explores the
(Grades K-3)
unknown depths of the ocean. Stunning illus- Without text, this book shows, in handsomely
trati >ns with their effective use of color and
designed pages, the reproduction and growth
desi;;n convey the beauty of the underwater cycle. See also The Apple and the Moth.
worl 1. See also Frederick (Pantheon, 1967); Lit-
tle L lue and Little Yellow (McGraw-Hill, 1959); Marshall, James. George and Martha; illus. by the
The Biggest House in the World (Pantheon, author. Houghton Mifflin, 1972. (Grades 1-3)
62 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
Humorous and sensitive portrayal of what it The devotion between a boy and a horse un-
means to get along with one another. dergoes a great trial. There is a beautiful sweep
to the Mongolian country setting.
Massie, Diane Redfied. Baby Beebee Bird. Harper,
1963. (Grades K-3) Oxenbury, Helen. Numbers of Things. Watts,
An onomatopoeic repetitive combination is 1968. (Grades K-l)
the fascinating feature of this book. An artist has created an entertaining book
with a great deal of visual texture and complex
Miles, Betty. A Day of Summer; illus. by Remy
design. See also ABC of Things (1971).
Charlip. Knopf, 1960.
Texts describe the effects of weather and time Amelia Bedelia;
Parish, Peggy. illus. by Fritz Sibel.
of year on nature and the activities of people. See Harper, 1963 (Grades 1-3)
also A Day of Winter (1961). The disastrous effects of the several mean-
ings of the same word provide hilarious situa-
Minarik, Else Holmelund. Little Bear; illus. by tions.
Maurice Sendak. Harper, 1957. (Grades 1-3)
Easy text and engaging pictures tell of four Pearson, Susan. Izzie; illus. by Robert Andrew
events in the life of Little Bear. See also others in Parker. Dial, 1975. (Grades K-2)
this series. A gentle, low-keyed story about a cloth cat-
doll who suffers numerous disfigurements as he
Mizumura, Kazue. /// Were a Mother; illus. by the accompanies a three-and-a-half-year-old girl on
author. Crowell, 1968. (Grades K-l) her daily adventures. Over a year goes by and
Loving in its tone, this is a reassuring book Izzie, newly covered, sits in splendid isolation on
with a soft glow in the illustrations. the bed while the girl goes off to school.
Mosel, Arlene. Tikki Tikki Tembo; illus. by Blair Peet, Bill. Hubert's Hair-Raising Adventure; illus.
Lent. Holt, 1968. (Grades K-2) by the author. Houghton Mifflin, 1959. (Grades
This tale tells why the Chinese started giving 2-5)
all their sons short names. See also The Funny Fast paced in nonsense verse, this story
Little Woman, awarded the Caldecott medal moves with a kind of zany precision. See others
by this author.
(Dutton, 1972).
Piatti, Celestino.The Happy Owls; illus. by the
Munari, Bruno. Bruno Munari's ABC; illus. by the
author. World, 1960. (Grades K-l)
author.Atheneum, 1964. (Grades K-3)
A stunning alphabet book conceived with A stunning picture book in which the quarrel-
and humor. Stimulating to the child's
some barnyard fowl ask the owls why they are
originality
Bruno Munari's Zoo. happy. See also Celestino Piatti's Animal ABC;
imagination. See also The Holy Night and The Nock Family
(1968);
Ness, Evaline. 5am, Bangs & Moonshine; illus. by Circus (1968).
the author. Holt, 1966. (Grades K-2) Leo. The Song of the Swallows; illus. by the
Politi,
A small girl learns to distinguish between author. Scribner, 1949. (Grades K-3)
truth and "moonshine" after her flights of fancy A tender, poetic story of Little Juan and how
almost bring disaster to her cat and playmate. he helped ring the bells at the Capistrano Mis-
Evocative illustrations. See also Exactly Alike sion to welcome the swallows as they came
(Scribner, 1964). flying in from the sea on St. Joseph's day.
Pic-
tures are in soft colors. Awarded the Caldecott
Nic Leodhas, Sorche. Always Room for One More;
illus. by Nonny Hogrogian. Holt, 1965. (Grades
medal, 1950.
K-3) Potter, Beatrix. The Tailor of Gloucester; illus. by
Lilting text and enchanting black and white the author. Warne, 1903. (Grades 1-4)
sketches tinged with purple tones of heather give After reading the Peter Rabbit books, children
the traditional Scotch rhyme new dimensions. will enjoy this beautiful little Christmas story of
Awarded the Caldecott medal, 1966. See also All a poor tailor and his cat who lived "in the time of
in the Morning Early (1963) and The Laird of swords and periwigs." John Masefield called this
the Cockpen; illus. by Adrienne Adams (1969). little book "a gem of English prose." See also
other titles by this author-artist.
Ormondroyd, Edward. Theodore; by John M.
illus.
Larrecq. Parnassus, 1966. (Grades K-3) Preston, Edna Mitchell. Pop Corn and Ma Good-
A much-loved smudgy Teddy bear is not rec- ness; illus. by Robert Andrew Parker. Viking,
ognized by little Lucy after he is accidentally 1969. (Grades K-2)
washed clean, but he is a resourceful bear and A rollicking folk rhyme, portrayed with a soft
manages to become comfortably grubby again watercolor technique.
and is soon claimed by his joyful owner.
Rand, Ann. I Know a Lot of Things; illus. by Paul
Otsuka, Yuzo. Suho and the White Horse; tr. by Rand. Harcourt, 1956. (Grades K-l)
Yaksuko Hirawa; illus. by Suekichi Akaba. A picture book that presents imaginative con-
cepts instead of a story. Sparkle and Spin,
intro-
Bobbs-Merrill, 1969. (Grades K-3)
PICTURE BOOKS 63
duces the child to the wonder and fun of words. Sandburg, Carl. The Wedding Procession of the
See also Did a Bear Just Walk There?, illus. by Rag Doll and the Broom Handle and Who Was
Abe Birnbaum (1966). in It; illus. by Harriet Pincus. Harcourt, 1967.
Ryan, Oheli Duran. Hildilid's Night; illus. by Ar- Steig, William. Sylvester and the Magic Pebble;
nold Lobel. Macmillan, 1971. (Grades K-2) illus.by the author. Simon & Schuster, 1969.
Hildilid's attempts to get rid of the night so (Grades K-3)
wea her out that when the sun rises she has to A soft poetic mood, underlined with humor,
go tc bed to be fresh for fighting the night again. permeates this book in which Sylvester unwit-
64 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
tinglybecomes a rock in a meadow. Awarded the Waber, Bernard. The House on East 88th Street;
Caldecott medal, 1970. illus. by the author. Houghton Mifflin, 1962.
(Grades 1-3)
Stephane, Nelly. Roland; illus. by Andre Francois. The ingratiating manners of Lyle, the croco-
Harcourt, 1958. endear him to the Primm family who suffer
dile,
The magic word "crack" brings to life what- when he is taken from them. See also Lyle, Lyle,
ever Roland has just drawn.
Crocodile; Lorenzo (1961); Rich Cat, Poor Cat
Steptoe, John. Train Ride; illus. by the author. (1963); and A Firefly Named Torchy (1970).
Harper & Row,1971. (Grades K-2)
Ward, Lynd. The Biggest Bear; illus. by the author.
Heavily outlined shapes and vivid, raw colors Houghton Mifflin, 1952. (Grades K-2)
give a strength to the underlying emotional qual- A thoroughly American picture book that had
ities of this simple story. See also Birthday
its roots in the author's own childhood. Johnny
(Holt, 1972). Orchard longed for a bearskin to hang on his
Suteyev, V. Mushroom in the Rain; adapt, from barn, but the bear he found was much too little to
the Russian by Mirra Ginsburg; illus. by Jose shoot. Johnny kept him as a pet, but the bear
Aruego and Ariane Dewey. Macmillan, 1974. became more and more of a problem as he grew
(Grades K-2) up. How Johnny found a home for his bear
Huddling under a mushroom in the rain, first makes a heartwarming story told almost entirely
an come crowding, always find-
ant, then others by the pictures. Awarded the Caldecott medal,
ing, miraculously, room for the newcomer. 1953.
Taylor, Mark. The Bold Fisherman; illus. by Gra- Watson, Clyde. Father Fox's Pennyrhym.es; illus.
ham Booth. Golden Gate, 1967. (Grades 1-3) by Wendy Watson. Crowell, 1971. (Grades K-4)
The story, based on an old folk song about Engaging illustrations are replete with detail
what happened to Jonah Jones when he encoun- and are enhanced by humorous, balloon-encased
tered the creatures of the deep sea, is accompa- remarks.
nied by striking illustrations. See also Henry the
Welber, Robert. Frog, Frog, Frog; illus. by Deborah
Explorer (Atheneum, 1966).
Ray. Pantheon, 1971. (Grades K-2)
Titus, Eve. Anatole and the Cat; illus. by Paul A low-keyed story of a boy who wants to find a
Galdone. McGraw-Hill, 1957. (Grades 1-3) frog. The illustrations bring an endearing di-
Adventures, with a droll flavor. mension of line and detail. See also The Winter
The Great Big Enormous Turnip; Picnic (1971).
Tolstoy, Alexei.
illus. by Helen Oxenbury. Watts, 1968. (Grades Wildsmith, Brian. Brian Wildsmith's Birds; illus.
K-2) by the author. Watts, 1967. (Grades 1-3)
Based on an old cumulative folktale, this A wedge of swans, a sedge of herons, a nye of
version is developed with a humorous, visual pheasants, a siege of bitterns, a stare of owls,
flamboyancy. and many more are shown in double-page
Tresselt, Alvin. White Snow, Bright Snow; illus. spreads in radiant color. See also Brian Wild-
smith's 1, 2, 3's; Brian Wildsmith's ABC; Brian
by Roger Duvoisin. Lothrop, 1947. (Grades K-3) Wildsmith's Wild Animals; and Brian Wild-
Poetic text and full-page illustrations in soft
smith's Fishes. Also see The Circus (1970); The
blue accented with touches of red and yellow
Owl and the Woodpecker (Oxford, 1971); The
convey the beauty of the first snowfall, the activ- Wood Duck The Lazy Bear
ities of winter, and the approach of spring.
Little (1972); and
Awarded the Caldecott medal, 1948. See also (Oxford, 1973).
Hide and Seek Fog. Wolkstein, Diane. 8,000 Stones; retold by Diane
Wolkstein; illus. by Ed Young. Doubleday, 1972.
Turkic, Brinton. Thy Friend, Obadiah; illus. by the
(Grades 1-3)
author. Viking, 1969. (Grades K-2) A small boy is the one to figure out how to
About an engaging small Quaker boy. determine the weight of an elephant in this
retelling of a Chinese folktale.
Udry, Janice May. A Tree Is Nice; illus. by Marc
Simont. Harper, 1959. (Grades K-l) Wondriska, William. Which Way to the Zoo?; illus.
Rhythmic text and colorful pictures combine by the author. Holt, 1961. (Grades K-l)
to tell why trees are nice. Awarded the Caldecott Simple and clever, this story accumulates
medal, 1957. See also The Moon Jumpers. animals one by one until they find the answer to
the repeated question. See also A Long Piece of
Ungerer, Tomi. Snail, Where Are You?; illus. by String (1963); and The Tomato Patch (1964).
the author. Harper, 1962. (Grades K-2)
Children have fun finding the spiral pattern of Yashima, Taro, pseud. Crow Boy; illus. by the
the snail in this original picture book. See also author. Viking, 1955. (Grades K-3)
The Mellops Go Diving for Treasure (1957); The author-artist has created a sensitive pic-
The Mellops Go Flying (1957); and The Mellops ture book from the poignant memory of his own
Go Spelunking (1963). childhood in Japan. A shy, lonely mountain boy
PICTURE BOOKS 65
leaves his home at dawn and returns at sunset to An old cumulative tale retold pictorially from
go to a village school. He is ignored by his the German.
classmates until an understanding teacher
The Bremen Town Musicians; illus. by Paul Gal-
shows them that Crow Boy has much to give done. McGraw-Hill, 1968.
them. The pictures are in glowing colors. The
Umbrella (1958) has the same tender, poignant The Buried Moon; illus. by Susan Jeffers. Brad-
quality in both pictures and text. See also Sea- bury Press, 1969.
shore Story (1967). Taken from the Joseph Jacobs collection,
More English Fairy Tales (1893), this picture
Yolen, Jane.The Emperor and the Kite; illus. by book creates a strong, compelling, and eerie
Ed Young. World, 1967. (Grades K-3) mood.
Distinguished by the rhythmic balance of
the text and by the artist's use of the old Oriental The Cat and Mouse Who Shared a House; adapt,
paper-cut style of illustration. See also The Sev- and illus. by Ruth Hiirlimann; tr. from the Ger-
enth Mandarin (Seabury, 1970). man by Anthea Bell. Walck, 1973.
Yulga. Bears Are Sleeping; illus. by Nonny Hogro- Cinderella; or The Glass Slipper; tr. from Perrault
gian. Scribner, 1967. (Grades K-2) and illus. by Marcia Brown. Scribner, 1954.
Softly textured shapes help create the quiet Dick Whittington and His Cat; told and cut in
mood of this book. linoleum by Marcia Brown. Scribner, 1950.
Zemach, Harve, adapt. Mommy, Buy Me a China
The Fisherman and His Wife; by Margot
Doll; illus. by Margot Zemach. Farrar, Straus &
illus.
Zemach. Norton, 1966.
Giroux, 1975. (Grades K-2)
Taken from an Ozark children's song, this See also the edition illustrated by Madeleine
Gekiere (Pantheon, 1957); and the edition by
repetitive bit of nonsense is deftly transposed
into hilarious visual scenes. See also The Speck- Katrin Brandt (Follett, 1969).
led Hen (Holt, 1966); The Judge (Farrar, Straus
The Fool of the World and the Flying Ship; retold
& Giroux, 1969); Awake and Dreaming (Farrar,
Straus & Giroux, 1970); and Duffy and the Devil by Arthur Ransome; illus. by Uri Shulevitz. Far-
rar, Straus & Giroux, 1968.
(Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1973), awarded the The tale of a simple peasant lad who wins the
Caldecott medal.
hand of the Czar's daughter after overcoming
Zimnik, Reiner. The Bear on the Motorcycle. Ath- great obstacles. Awarded the Caldecott medal,
eneum, 1963. (Grades 1-3) 1969.
Stung by remarks that all he can do is go The Four Clever Brothers;
around in circles on his motorcycle, a bear rides
illus. by Felix Hoff-
out of the circus arena on his motorcycle.
mann. Harcourt, 1967.
The Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night; illus. by
Zion, Gene. Sugar Mouse Cake; illus. by Margaret Peter Spier. Doubleday, 1961.
Bloy Graham. Scribner, 1964. (Grades 1-3) An old song made into one of the most beauti-
The substitution of a real mouse for one of the
ful and childlike picture books in many years.
sugar-made mice on top of a cake entered in the
competition for royal cook places the mouse in The Golden Goose; illus. by William Stobbs.
peril. See also Harry the Dirty Dog (Harper, McGraw-Hill, 1967.
1956); and No Roses for Harry (1958). See also the edition illustrated by L. Leslie
Brooke.
Zolotow, Charlotte. Mr. Rabbit and the Lovely
Present; illus. by Maurice Sendak. Harper, Gone Is Gone; or The Story of a Man Who Wanted
1962 (Grades K-2) to Do Housework; retold and illus. by Wanda
A little girl meets Mr. Rabbit and asks him to Gag. Coward-McCann, 1935.
help ind a birthday gift for her mother. See also The droll illustrations reflect perfectly the
When the Wind Stops; illus. by Howard Knotts. naivete of the story.
1975 (Grades K-2). The Good-for-Nothing; illus. by Hans Fischer.
Harcourt, 1957.
Folktales in Picture Books Humpy; adapt, by P. Yershov; tr. from the Rus-
sian by William C. White; illus. by Jacqueline
Baba Y iga; retold by Ernest Small; illus. by Blair Ayer. Harcourt, 1966.
Lent. Houghton Mifflin, 1966. A spirited translation of the old tale about
Btba Yaga, with her house on chicken legs, Ivan, the simple fool, who, with the help of
her s ;ull-and-crossbone fence, her magic brews, Humpy the little magic horse, outwits the Czar
and er appetite for bad children, is a fascinat-
1 and marries the Princess. Slavic flavor and ro-
ing fi jure in Russian folklore. bust humor distinguish the story.
A Boy Vent Out to Gather Pears;
}
illus. by Felix Jack and the Beanstalk; retold and illus. by Wil-
Hoffriann. Harcourt, 1966. liam Stobbs. Delacorte, 1966.
66 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
Jorinda and Joringel; tr. by Elizabeth Shub; illus. Snow-White and the Seven Dwarfs; tr. by Randall
by Adrienne Adams. Scribner, 1968. Jarrell; illus. by Nancy Ekholm Burkert. Farrar,
See also edition illustrated by Bernadette Straus & Giroux, 1972.
Watts (World, 1970). This famous and enduring tale from the
retold by Ruth Sawyer; illus.
Grimm collections is given an elegant setting
Journey Cake, Ho!; and a sensitive translation.
by Robert McCloskey. Viking, 1953.
A noted storyteller and a gifted artist have Stone Soup; an Old Tale; told and illus. by Marcia
combined their talents to produce this rollicking Brown. Scribner, 1947. See also Une Drole de
American version of The Pancake. Soupe, tr. into French by Hilda Greenier Tag-
liapietra, illus. by Marcia Brown.
Lazy Jack; illus. by Barry Wilkinson. World, 1969.
The Story of Prince Ivan, the Firebird, and the
Long, Broad and Quickeye; illus. by Evaline Ness.
Scribner, 1969.
Gray Wolf; tr. from the Russian by Thomas P.
Whitney; illus. by Nonny Hogrogian. Scribner,
The Luck Child; illus. by Gaynor Chapman. Athe- 1968.
neum, 1968. The classic Russian tale on which Stravin-
A adapted folktale, this takes on the
slightly sky's "Firebird" is based.
strong shapes and colors that the artist gives her
work. The Story of the Three Bears; illus. by William
Stobbs. McGraw-Hill, 1964.
Mr. Miacca; an English Folk Tale; illus. by
Evaline Ness. Holt, 1967. Strega Nona; an old tale retold and illus. by Tomie
de Paola. Prentice-Hall, 1975.
Peter and the Wolf; retold by Serge Prokofieff; A variation of the sorcerer's apprentice
illus. by Warren Chappell. Knopf, 1940. theme only this time the culprit has to eat
The Russian folktale, in which the wolf eats all the pasta summoned from the magic pasta
the duck only to be outwitted by Peter and the pot.
bird, is combined with musical themes.
The Three Little Pigs; illus. by William Pene du
Puss in Boots; adapt, from Perrault and illus. by Bois. Viking, 1962.
Hans Fischer. Harcourt, 1959.
See also Puss in Boots, illus. by Marcia Brown Three Billy Goats Gruff; illus. by Marcia. Brown.
Harcourt, 1957.
(Scribner, 1952).
The drama of this story is well highlighted.
Rapunzel; illus. by Felix Hoffmann. Harcourt,
1961.
The Three Sillies; illus. by Margot Zemach. Holt,
1963.
Rumpelstiltskin; illus. by Jacqueline Ayer. Har-
Tom Thumb; illus. by Felix Hoffman. Atheneum,
court, 1967.
1973.
Salt; tr. by Benjamin Zemach from Alexei Afan-
asev; adapt, by Harve Zemach; illus. by Margot
Tom Tit Tot; illus. by Evaline Ness. Scribner,
1965.
Zemach. Farrar, Straus &
Giroux, 1975.
The foolish son of a Russian merchant tri- The Traveling Musicians; illus. by Hans Fischer.
umphs over his elder brother by bringing salt to Harcourt, 1955.
his homeland.
The Tsar's Riddles; or The Wise Little Girl; re-
The Seven Ravens; illus. by Felix Hoffmann. Har- told by Guy Daniels; illus. by Paul Galdone.
court, 1963. McGraw-Hill, 1967.
Seven Simeons; a Russian Tale; retold and illus.
A variant of the Czechoslovakian tale "Clever
Manka" retold from Russian sources.
by Boris Artzybasheff. Viking, 1961.
A delightfully humorous tale of seven broth- Twelve Dancing Princesses; illus. by Adrienne
ers who used their magic to help their king. Adams. Holt, 1966.
Decorative, imaginative drawings by a famous See also the edition illustrated by Uri Shul-
Russian-American artist. evitz (Scribner, 1966).
The Shoemaker and the Elves; The Valiant Tailor; retold and illus. by Kurt Werth.
illus. by Adrienne
Adams. Scribner, 1960. Viking, 1965.
Vasilisa the Beautiful; illus. by Nonny Hogrogian.
The Sleeping Beauty; illus. by Felix Hoffman.
Harcourt, 1960. Macmillan, 1970.
A variant of the Cinderella story, this features
Snow White and Rose Red; illus. by Barbara Coo- the Russian witch, Baba Yaga.
ney. Delacorte, 1966. Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People's Ears; a West
See also the edition illustrated by Adrienne African Tale retold by Verna Aardema; illus. by
Adams (Scribner, 1964). Leo and Diane Dillon. Dial, 1975.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs; tr. and illus. A chain of events that results in an accident to
by Wanda Gag. Coward-McCann, 1938. one of the baby owlets has to be traced in reverse
PICTURE BOOKS 67
order before the instigator is discovered and Klemin, Diana. The Art of Art for Children's
Mother Owl allows the sun to rise again. Award- Books; a Contemporary Survey. Potter, 1966.
ed the Caldecott medal. The author chooses a representative illustra-
tion from the work of sixty-four artists, reproduc-
The White Rat's Tale; an Old French Tale; ret. by
Barbara Schiller; illus. by Adrienne Adams. es it, and gives a commentary for it.
The American Institute of Graphic Arts plans "Collage," by Ezra Jack Keats. June 1964.
biennial exhibitions of children's books chosen "Woodcut Illustration," by Evaline Ness. Oct.
for typographic and artistic merit. The Institute 1964.
publishes a catalogue to accompany each exhib- "Influences and Applications," by Leonard
it. Weisgard. Aug. 1964.
A
study of these catalogues with commentary "Color Separation," by Adrienne Adams. April
on the books selected will prove immensely valu- 1965.
able for the general reader. "Cardboard Cuts," by Blair Lent. Aug. 1965.
"The Crow-Quill Pen," by Ed Emberley. Oct.
Bologna Children's Book Fair, April 8-11. Illustra- 1966.
tors of Children's Books, '76.
A catalogue of the illustrators' exhibition. Or- Book Illustrators of Today is a series of articles
der from Phaedrus, Inc., 14 Beacon St., Boston, that appeared in a British magazine, Junior
Mass. 02108. Also BIB Exhibition Catalog, 1975 Bookshelf, Vols. 4, 5, 11, and 12.
(Biennale of Illustrations, Bratislava) and BIB Contemporary American Illustrators of Chil-
Award-Winners' Compendium '67-'69. dren's Books. Rutgers University Press, 1974.
A catalogue of an exhibit with an introductory
historical essay, statements by each illustrator,
Films and a reproduction of one work apiece.
The Lively Art of Picture Books; script by Joanna Let Us Now Praise Artists! is a section in A Horn
Foster Dougherty. Narrated by John Langstaff. Book Sampler on Children's Books and Read-
Produced by Morton Schindel at Weston Woods ing; selected from twenty-five years of The Horn
Studios. Photographed and edited by William D. Book Magazine, 1924-1948; ed. by Norma R.
Stoneback. Weston, Connecticut. Weston Woods, Fryatt. The Horn Book, 1959.
1964. Included are: "Flowers for a Birthday: Kate
A film, one hour in length, is designed to help Greenaway," by Anne Parrish; "Arthur Rack-
adults "select picture books with understand- ham and The Wind in the Willows, "by George
ing." Two complete picture books are shown: A Macy; "The Genius of Arthur Rackham," by
Robert Lawson; "Leslie Brooke," by Anne Car-
Snowy Day, by Ezra Jack Keats, and A Time of
roll Moore; "A Publisher's Odyssey [Rojankov-
Wonder, by Robert McCloskey. Examples of the
work of thirty-six other artists are shown. sky]," by Esther Averill; and "Illustrations Today
in Children's Books," by Warren Chappell.
The Pleasure Is Mutual; How to Conduct Effec-
tive Picture Book Programs. "The Artist and the Picture Book," Excerpts from
The an address by Egon Mathiesen. The Horn Book
produced by Connecticut Films,
film,
Inc., for the Westchester Library System, is dis- Magazine, Vol. 42, Feb. 1966, pp. 93-97.
tributed by the Children's Book Council, 175 "Current Trends in the Illustration of Children's
Eighth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010. Books," by Marion Horton. California Librari-
an, April 1962. Also in Illustrations for Chil-
dren. The Gladys English Collection Keepsake
Articles Series No. 5.
"Distinction in Picture Books," by Marcia Brown.
The acceptance speech by the artist who received
the Caldecott Medal is printed in the August The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 25, Sept.-Oct.
number of The Horn Book Magazine each year, 1949, pp. 382-395. Also in Illustrators of Chil-
and a short article about the artist is given. dren's Books; 1946-1956; comp. by Bertha Mill-
er, et al. The Horn Book, 1958, pp. 2-12.
Artist's Choice is a series of articles that started in
The Horn Book Magazine, January 1950, and "Looking at Pictures," by Nicholas Tucker. Chil-
continued irregularly during the following years dren's Literature in Education, Issue 14, 1974,
into 1962. In these articles illustrators com- pp. 37-51.
mented on picture books that they particularly "Picture Books," by Joseph Low. The Horn Book
liked. Magazine, Vol. 43, Dec. 1967, pp. 715-720.
The Artist at Work is a series of articles that began "Some Thoughts About Picture Books," by Mae
in The Horn Book Magazine, December 1963, Durham. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 39,
and has continued to date. The articles deal with Oct. 1963, pp. 476-484.
the technical processes in preparing drawings
for reproduction:
"Through These Sweet Fields," by Frances Clarke
Sayers. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 18, Nov.
"Doing a Book in Lithography," by Lynd
1942, pp. 436-444.
Ward. Feb. 1964.
"Scratchboard Illustration," by Barbara "The Shape of Music," by Maurice Sendak. New
Cooney. April 1964. York Herald Tribune, Nov. 1, 1964, pp. 1, 4-5.
69
The History of
the Illustrated Book
firm. "He is the earliest illustrator in modern times to have earned his living
almost exclusively by the illustration of books, and is among the earliest to
have his name featured on title pages as an attraction to the purchaser." 2
Among his books for children were A New Invented Horn Book (1770);
New Year's Gift for Little Masters and Misses (1777); The Mirror, or A
Looking Glass for Young People (1778); and The Life and Adventures of a
Fly (1789).
When Bewick died in 1828, George Cruikshank, a second master of line
and the craft of the wood block, was twenty-four years old. Cruikshank
made his first engraving and received pay for it at the age of twelve. An
early illustrator of Dicken's books, he achieved success with his nimble gift
for caricature and the delineation of action. The outstanding assignment of
the day in the realm of books for children was that of illustrating the first
English translation, by Edgar Taylor, of Grimm's German Popular Tales
(1823 and 1826). These illustrations, by Cruikshank, are well-nigh defini-
tive and are excellent examples, even today, of the extension of the mood of
the text in pictorial form. Mrs. Ewing's The Brownies (1871) and Lob-Lie-
by-the-Fire were also enriched by Cruikshank's humor and wit.
Even the most casual perusal of pictures and illustrations cannot but
disclose the fact that the medium by which the artist's image is transferred
to the page determines the character and form of the resulting illustration.
The complicated story of the various methods of reproducing pictures
cannot be treated at length in this space. It is a highly technical subject, but
even an awareness of its existence contributes to one's enjoyment of
pictures, to one's ability to recognize quality, and to an understanding of
the artist's craft as well as of his inspiration.
All who would delve more deeply into the subject are indebted to Bertha
Mahony Miller, as the Horn Book publisher, for three exhaustive, defini-
tive, interesting, and knowledgeable books on the subject. The first volume,
Illustrators of Children's Books, 1744-1945, was published in 1947, and
reprinted in 1961,its compilers, Bertha E. Mahony, Louise P. Latimer, and
Beulah Folmsbee (Horn Book). The second volume, Illustrators of Chil-
dren's Books, 1946-1956, was compiled by Ruth Hill Viguers, Marcia
Dalphin, and Bertha Mahony Miller (Horn Book, 1946). The third volume
appeared in 1968, Illustrators of Children's Books, 1957-1966, edited by
Lee Kingman, Joanna Foster, and Ruth Giles Lontoft. Fashions, trends,
new techniques, and points of view are presented in a fascinating panorama
in these books, and the opinions of artists, critics, and perceptive readers
give variety to the subject.
Helen Gentry's article in Volume I, "Graphic Processes in Children's
Books," is a notably clear explanation of the basic procedures. A good,
simple explanation of modern techniques is given in Pages, Pictures and
Print, by Joanna Foster (Harcourt, 1958), a book written for children.
The line drawing, as rendered in wood-block engraving, as we have
seen, is by its very nature adapted to the printed page. In the hands of
master draughtsmen and engravers, the result is close to perfection. Sir
John Tenniel's illustrations for Alice in Wonderland (1865) and Through
the Looking-Glass (1871), for example, represent the highest art of illus-
timeless.
Twenty years before Tenniel's pictures for Alice, Edward Lear had set a
high example of good illustration in his own Nonsense Book (1846), with
line drawings as sharp, pungent, and absurdly memorable as the verse that
accompanied them. A study of Lear's line conditions the beholder to enjoy
subsequent mastery of line.
The wood-block line process had its rivals during the nineteenth century.
The engraving of pictures on copper or steel plates persisted over three
quarters of the century. Engravings in this manner permitted an elabora-
tion of detail that sometimes resulted in overstatement and a florid,
sentimental presentation, though these were essentially faults of taste
rather than of process. One of the most unusual and beautiful books of all
time had been engraved on copper, William Blake's Songs of Innocence
(1789). Blake wrote his poems on the plate, drew decorative borders with
images and scenes, printed the pages by hand, and then hand-colored
them. Anne Eaton, in Illustrators of Children's Books (Horn Book, 1947),
tells the story of that creation, with rare appreciation of the magnitude of
the accomplishment.
The advent of photography revolutionized the methods of reproducing
pictures and all but wiped out the engraver's art, since pictures could be
transferred by photographic means onto the metal plates, or printing
surfaces, and need not be translated (cut, engraved, or etched) by the
highly skilled hand and eye.
The most memorable body of illustrated books for children in the latter
half of the nineteenth century came from the printing presses of Edmund
Evans, the gifted printer whose development of improved methods in color
THE HISTORY OF THE ILLUSTRATED BOOK 73
speaking of formal painting, but his definition of the lineal element applies
to the art of the picture book as well as to the more formal art. Caldecott's
drawing is lineal by virtue of his mastery of lines. (Beatrix Potter's line is no
less definite because it is indicated by means of color and light, as strong in
exactitude as that of Caldecott himself.)
The second great gift of Caldecott was his ability to extend the meaning
of the text; to enhance and enliven it; to play and sport with it in an
exuberance born of his own wit and imagination. Observe especially the
series of quick, spontaneous sketches that intersperse the pages of colored
illustration. What sport he has with the old rhymes and songs: the battle
between the dogs in "Where are you going, my pretty maid?" which
matches the exchange of words between the milkmaid and the young man
who was above her station. Follow the story of the elopement of the dish
with the spoon in "Hey Diddle Diddle, the Cat and the Fiddle." There is
nothing in the old rhyme that says anything about how the parents of the
spoon felt at the turn of events, or who the parents were, or what were the
subsequent results of it all. But Randolph Caldecott has made it a tale of
"star-crossed lovers" as eloquent as words.
Walter Crane perhaps parallels the method of Rouault, as MacKinley
Helm defines it in the quotation above. He draws unmistakable boundaries,
setting them off with contrasting masses of brilliant color. He was con-
cerned with design, as well as with color; the design of the whole page in
the book, as well as the picture on the page. His pictures have the flat, static
illustration, and Artzybasheff was to set new flags on the peaks of book
design.
The thirties were years of inventive and imaginative illustration and
book design. Publishers vied with one another to make books that were
individual units of design, with illustration, type, and format combined in
76 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYE
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454-457.
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The
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or
Rhythm
81
In the rhymes that children chant while playing games, jumping rope,
bouncing balls, and playing jacks is seen the long, traditional relationship
between rhythm of movement and rhythm of language. Closely allied to the
fundamental ebb and flow of elemental life forces the rise and fall of
tides, the pulse beat of the heart rhythm in language exerts a magic on
the small child being rocked and the older reader of poetry alike. Nursery
rhymes seem to owe their very preservation to their insistent, catchy
rhythms. These bits of poetry and imagery endure long past the time when
the context that gave them meaning had daily currency. To separate
poetry from nursery rhymes or from nonsense verse, as completely distinct
areas, is neither possible nor desirable. Nonsense invades both nursery
rhymes and poetry. Many of the nursery rhymes have memorable poetic
phrases, and some poetry has a playful, nonsensical quality. Highly poetic
in its word music, "Jabberwocky" is a fine piece of nonsense.
That there is a flow from nursery rhymes through nonsense and poetry is
easily seen by reading in sequence and then comparing the chapters that
follow. For a child the ideal progression begins with the nursery rhymes as
part of kinesthetic experience, the rhymes heard while being dandled on an
adult's knee, bouncing on a foot, jogging on a shoulder, swinging through
the air. From such a beginning, where the whole body absorbs the rhythmic
cadence, the child enjoys marked and strong rhythm in verse and later
comes to an appreciative perception of the individual poet's use of rhythm.
Nursery rhymes, nonsense, and poetry are strongly linked, not only by
rhythm, but by imagery, mood, and patterns.
83
Nursery Rhymes
A
/V literature of the nursery is well-nigh universal. Every country has its
share of nursery rhymes and lullabies, but children who inherit the English
tongue have as their birthright a tradition of nursery rhymes that is
singularly ample, robust, and enduring. Rooted in poetry, this heritage is
innately attuned to a child's concept of the world. Sense and nonsense exist
together in sweet reasonableness, and one giddy scene follows another in
an atmosphere charged with wonder. This mirrors the world as young
children see it. "To a child in its first years," says Eleanor Farjeon, "the
prosaic and the wondrous are on equal terms. It is as easy for a child to
believe in an unnamable terror as a pain in the finger; or in an untellable
2
rapture as the cake on its plate."
Music is the first appeal of Mother Goose; the felicity of sound, the
elemental pulse of its rhythm, certain as a heart beat and as basic to a
child's impulse to make patterns of movement with his body. Dance to your
daddy, / My little babby, / Dance to your daddy, / My little lamb. / /
Variety of rhyme and meter continually surprise the ear, the pace changing
as quickly as the scene and cast of characters. Bow, wow, wow, I Whose
dog art thou? /Little Tom Tinker's dog, /Bow, wow, wow. / / Gay go up
1. Paul Hazard, Books, Children and Men (The Horn Book, 1944), p. 82.
2. Eleanor Farjeon, Magic Casements (Allen and Unwin, London, 1941), p. 31.
84 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
and gay go down, / To ring the bells of London town. / / Charlie Wag,
Charlie Wag, /Ate the pudding and left the bag. / /
What drama is packed in this brief, abrupt verse: Miss Muffet and the
spider; Peter Pumpkin-eater stowing his wife away in a pumpkin shell.
What perception of men and women: My little old man and I fell out, I
How shall we bring this matter about? / Bring it about as well as you
can, / And get you gone, you little old man! / I Full of mirth and
merrymaking: Hey, diddle, diddle, /The cat and the fiddle .
//Boys and
. .
girls come out to play, / The moon doth shine as bright as day. / / A cat
came fiddling out of a barn. / / What kindness and cruelty: // / had a
donkey that wouldn't go / Would I beat him? Oh no, no. /I'd put him in
the barn and give him some corn, / The best little donkey that ever was
born. / / As I was going to sell my eggs, / 1 met a man with bandy legs; /
Bandy legs and crooked toes, / 1 tripped up his heels and he fell on his
nose. //
What a parade of the workaday world: the farmer, the dairy maid, the
baker, and the butcher; soldiers, sailors, doctors, lawyers, and preaching
men; and whole processions of craftsmen; tinkers, tailors, barbers, and
smiths. What an array of companionable animals: dogs and cats, sheep,
cows, donkeys, hens, geese and innumerable mice, with and without
tails.
This world in miniature touches on even the greatest themes: romantic
love, and the inevitability of fate and character: Bobby Shaftoe's gone to
sea, / Silver buckles at his knee; /He'll come back and marry me, /Bonny
Bobby Shaftoe. / / There was an old woman had three sons, / Jerry and
James and John. /Jerry was hung and James was drowned, /John was
lost and never was found, / So there was an end of her three sons, /Jerry
and James and John. / / All classes of society tumble across the pages of
Mother Goose: kings and queens, lords and ladies, the wise and the foolish,
thieves, rogues, and honest men; pedlars, and gypsies, and pipers playing
"Over the hills and far away."
Not only rhyme and melody and revelation enhance Mother Goose, but
the very essence of poetry is here: the recurring miracle of phrase that
evokes images of pure delight. As fair as a lily, as white as a swan. / / The
boughs do shake and the bells do ring. / /I had a little nut tree, /Nothing
would it bear / But a silver nutmeg /And a golden pear. / /
"This is the key of the kingdom." So runs one of the old rhymes. This
might well be said of Mother Goose as a whole, for here is the dawn of
humor, nonsense, and imagination; the quick awareness of the multiple
wonders of the world; and a first appreciation of the bite and beauty of
words. To all these kingdoms, Mother Goose is the key.
The name Mother Goose first appeared, not in England, but in France,
where the phrase "Tales of My Mother Goose" formed a part of the
frontispiece to Charles Perrault's famous collection of fairy tales, published
in Paris in the year 1697. The French expression "contes de ma mere 1'oye"
was in common use, no doubt because the old peasant woman who tended
the geese was the accepted symbol of the storyteller. 3
A, Apple Pie
A was an
Apple pie
Fought for it
I J
it for it Longed for it
Inspected Joined
M N
Mourned for it Nodded at it Peeped in it
2, etc. Unless otherwise stated, the nursery Book, assembled by lona and Peter Opie (Oxford
rhymes are from The Oxford Nursery Rhyme University Press, 1955).
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11
Bow, wow, wow,
Whose dog art thou?
Ding, dong, bell, Little Tom Tinker's dog,
Pussy's in the well. Bow, wow, wow.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green.
14
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout. Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
What a naughty boy was that The cow jumped over the moon;
To try to drown poor pussy cat, The little dog laughed
Who never did him any harm, To see such sport,
And killed the mice in his father's barn. And the dish ran away with the spoon.
by Gerald Rose. From The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll,
Illustration
16 19
21
Illustration by Blair Lent. From King Boggen's Hall to Nothing-at-AII: A Collection of Improbable
Houses and Unusual Places by Blair Lent, Jr. Copyright 1967 by Blair Lent, Jr. Used by permission
of Little, Brown and Co. in association with The Atlantic Monthly Press.
23
25
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her; Little Tommy Tucker
He put her in a pumpkin shell Sings for his supper:
And there he kept her very well. What shall we give him?
White bread and butter.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, How shall he cut it
Had another, and didn't love her; Without e'er a knife?
Peter learned to read and spell, How will he be married
And then he loved her very well. Without e'er a wife?
24
26
Hot-cross buns!
Hot-cross buns! Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
24. From W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo- Gentlemen come every day
dies (Houghton Mifflin). To see what my black hen doth lay.
NURSERY RHYMES 91
30
31
32
33
28 Rub-a-dub dub,
Three men in a tub,
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, And who do you think they be?
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown, The butcher, the baker,
Rapping at the window, crying through the The candlestick-maker;
lock, Turn 'em out, knaves all three.
Are the children in their beds, for now it's
eig it o'clock?
35
29 Great A, little a,
Bouncing B,
A dilL ;r, a dollar, The cat's in the cupboard
A ten o'clock scholar, And can't see me.
What makes you come so soon?
You u >ed to come at ten o'clock, 34. From W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo-
But n >w you come at noon. dies (Houghton Mifflin).
THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
36 39
Cushy cow, bonny, let down thy milk, A cat came fiddling out of a barn,
And I will give thee a gown of silk; With a pair of bagpipes under her arm;
A gown of silk and a silver tee, She could sing nothing but fiddle-de-dee,
If thou wilt let down thy milk for me. The mouse has married the bumble-bee;
Pipe, cat dance, mouse
We'll have a wedding at our good house.
37
40
Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy's gone a-hunting, There was a crooked man, and he went a
Gone to get a rabbit skin
crooked mile;
To wrap the baby bunting in.
He found a crooked sixpence against a
crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a
38 crooked mouse,
And all lived together in a little crooked
Hark, hark, house.
The dogs do bark,
The beggars are coming to town; 39. From W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo-
Some in rags, dies (Houghton Mifflin).
And some in jags, 40. From W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo-
And one in a velvet gown. dies (Houghton Mifflin).
41 43
I love sixpence, jolly little sixpence, Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
I love sixpence better than my life; When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
I spent a penny of it, I lent a penny of it, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And I took fourpence home to my wife. Down will come baby, cradle, and all.
46
42
Pussy cat, pussy cat,
This little pig went to market, Where have you been?
This little pig stayed at home, I've been to London
This I ittle
pig had roast beef, To look at the Queen.
This little pig had none, Pussy cat, pussy cat,
And t lis little pig cried, Wee-wee- What did you there?
we< -wee-wee, I frightened a little mouse
I can' find
:
my way home. Under her chair.
94 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
49
50
51
47
48
For dame and doodle doo. And called the tailor a crooked knave.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
52
And what do you think was in them then, Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
On New- Year's day in the morning?
53. From W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo- Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
dies (I (oughton Mifflin). Stole a pig and away he run;
THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
And why may not I love Johnny? Lavender's blue, diddle, diddle,
And why may not Johnny love me? Lavender's green;
And why may not I love Johnny When Iam king, diddle, diddle,
As well as another body? You shall be queen.
63
Cross patch,
Draw the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup
And drink it up,
Then call your neighbors in.
67
71
72
73
74 He began to compliment,
And I began to grin,
The Queen of Hearts, How do you do, and how do you do,
She made some tarts, And how do you do again?
All on a summer's day;
73. From W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo- 75. From W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo-
dies (Houghton Mifflin). dies (Houghton Mifflin).
NURSERY RHYMES 99
77
78
79
This isthe cock that crowed in the morn, The lion and the unicorn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, Were fighting for the crown;
That married the man all tattered and torn, The lion beat the unicorn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, All round about the town.
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, Some gave them white bread,
That worried the cat, And some gave them brown;
That killed the rat, Some gave them plum cake
That ate the malt And drummed them out of town.
That lay in the house that Jack built.
80
85 86
There were comfits in the cabin, Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
Anc apples in the hold; And dreamt she heard them bleating;
The sj ils were made of silk, But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
Anc the masts were made of gold! For they were still a-fleeting.
84. >om W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo- 85. From W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo-
dies (H aughton Mifflin). dies (Houghton Mifflin).
102 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
87
to its lambkin.
wW
lUiiiMjiifiii
90
88
Dame, get up and bake your pies,
Bake your pies, bake your pies;
you a story
I'll tell
you another
I'll tell
Of Jack and his brother, Dame, what makes your maidens lie,
91
I had a husband,
little
No my thumb;
bigger than
I put him in a pint-pot
And there I bade him drum.
I bought a little horse Illustration by Raymond Briggs. Reprinted by permis-
That galloped up and down; sion of Coward, McCann & Geoghegan, Inc. from The
Mother Goose Treasury by Raymond Briggs. Copyright
I bridled him, and saddled him 1966 by Raymond Briggs.
And sent him out of town.
I gave him some garters
To garter up his hose, Weaving coats for gentlemen.
And a little silk handkerchief Shall I come in and cut off your threads?
To wipe his pretty nose. No, no, Mistress Pussy, you'd bite off our
heads.
Oh, no, I'll not; I'll help you to spin.
92 That may be so, but you don't come in.
93
96
What's in the cupboard?
Says Mr. Hubbard. Elsie Marley is grown so fine,
A knuckle of veal, She won't get up to feed the swine,
Says Mr. Beal. But lies in bed till eight or nine.
Is that all?
Lazy Elsie Marley.
Says N r. Ball.
And erough too,
Says Mr. Glue; 97
And av/ay they all flew.
Doctor Foster went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain;
94 He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,
And never went there again.
Six litt e mice sat down to spin;
Pussy passed by and she peeped in. 97. From W. A. Wheeler, Mother Goose's Melo-
What are you doing, my little men? dies (Houghton Mifflin).
104 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
99
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
See-saw sacradown, When down came a blackbird
Which is the way to London town? And pecked off her nose.
One foot up and the other foot down,
And that is the way to London town.
102
I, 2,
100 Buckle my shoe;
9, 10,
101
A big fat hen;
103 104
Gay go up and gay go down, This rhyme and the one that follows are games.
To ring the bells of London town. Person number one (1) speaks first; number two
(2), who is ignorant of the joke, takes the lines
2. I am a silver key.
I am a brass lock.
Oranges and lemons, 1.
105
Old Father Baldpate,
Say the slow bells at Aldgate. 1. I went up one pair of stairs.
2. Just like me.
Maids in white aprons, 1. I went up two pairs of stairs.
Illustration by Peter Spier. From London Bridge Is Falling Down!, illustration 1967 by Peter Spier.
copyright
Reprinted by permission of Doubleday & Co., Inc.
shade."
Was all that he could see.
111 113. From Carl Withers, A Rocket in My 114-117. From Maud and Miska Petersham,
Pockei the Rhymes and Chants of Young Ameri-
; The Rooster Crows; a Book of American Rhymes
cans (Molt, 1948). and Jingles (Macmillan, 1945).
108 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
119
A maiden's wondrous fame, I sing
She broke the pride of England's King.
This rhyme and the next come from France.
All that we lost in our distress
Un, deux, trois, j'irai dans le bois, Has been won back by a shepherdess.
Quatre, cinq, six, chercher les cerises,
Sept, huit, neuf ,
dans mon panier neuf , Now, dance, dance, dance away,
Dix, onze, douze, elles seront toutes rouges. no war for many a day!
There'll be
118-120. From Henry Bett, Nursery Rhymes 121. From Joseph Low, Mother Goose Riddle
and Tales (Holt, 1924). Rhymes (Harcourt, 1953).
NURSERY RHYMES
a little
mer
126 131
They each took one, and left four in. As I was going to St. Ives,
(One girl) I met a man with seven wives;
tittle
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Illustration by Evaline Ness. From Old Mother Hubbard and Her Dog by Evaline Ness.
141
Then old Mother Goose
That instant came in,
Old Mother Goose, And turned her son Jack
When she wanted to wander, Into famed Harlequin.
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander. She then with her wand
Touched the lady so fine,
Mother Goose had a house, And turned her at once
'Twas built in a wood, Into sweet Columbine.
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood. 142
"For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer." Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
With a rowley powley, gammon and
spinach, The cat she seized the rat by the crown;
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley! Heigho, says Rowley,
The kittens they pulled the little mouse
"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?" down.
Heigho, says Rowley, With a rowley powley, gammon and
"But let it be something that's not very long." spinach,
With a rowley powley, gammon and Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
spinach,
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley! This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,
Heigho, says Rowley,
"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the frog, He took up his hat, and he wished them
Heigho, says Rowley, good night.
"A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog." With a rowley powley, gammon and
With a rowley powley, gammon and
spinach,
spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
"Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,
Mousey said,
Heigho, says Rowley,
A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.
Heigho, says Rowley,
have With a rowley powley, gammon and
"I'llsing you a song that I just made."
With a rowley powley, spinach,
gammon and
spinach,
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
So there was an end of one, two, and three,
But wl ile they were all a merry-making, Heigho, says Rowley,
Heig ho, says Rowley, The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!
A cat a ad her kittens came tumbling in. With a rowley powley, gammon and
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
sp.nach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
116 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, One said it was the moon;
Which never bore blossom since Adam was The other he said nay;
born? The third said it was a cheese,
And you shah" be a true lover of mine. And half o't cut away.
Can you find me an acre of land, The first said it was a hedgehog;
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, The second he said nay;
Between the salt water and the sea sand? The third it was a pin-cushion,
And you shall be a true lover of mine. And the pins stuck in wrong way.
NURSERY RHYMES 117
And all the night they hunted, And all the day they hunted,
And nothing could they find And nothing could they find
But a. hare in a turnip field, But an owl in a holly-tree,
And that they left behind. And that they left behind.
Illustration by Keiko Hida. Illustration from The Prancing Pony, Nursery Rhymes from Japan by Charlotte
B. De Forest. Illustration by Keiko Hida. Reproduced by permission of Walker/Weatherhill, Inc.
147
(Japanese)
(Chinese)
149
A peacock feather
The Five Toes On a plum-tree limb,
You catch me,
(Chinese)
And I'll catch him.
This cow eats grass,
little
This little cow eats hay, All come and see !
148. "rom Rose Fyleman, Picture Rhymes from 149-153. From I. T. Headland, Chinese Mother
Foreigi Lands (Lippincott, 1935). Goose Rhymes (Revell).
120 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
154
Illustration by N. M. Bodecker. Copyright 1973 by N. M. Bodecker. From It's Raining Said John Twaining (A Margaret
K. McElderry Book). Used by permission of Atheneum Publishers.
155 156
Fishing Jonathan
(Danish) (Dutch)
166
163
(Mexican) Husky Hi
Mushrooms
164
(Russian)
Caballito
Lucky is the mushrooms' mother,
(Mexican) Her daughters grow so fast
Caballito, Caballito,
Born on Saturday, grown by Sunday,
No me tambu, no me tumba; Waiting to be courted Monday.
A galope y a galope.
Recio, recio, recio. 168
iQue viva Antonio!
(Scottish)
Little pony, little pony Dance to
your daddy,
Do not throw me, do not throw me:
My little babby,
Galloping, galloping, Dance to your daddy, my little lamb;
Watch us go! You shall have a fishy
Long live Antonio. In a little dishy,
You shall have a fishy when the boat comes
in.
165
(Norwegian) (Scottish)
170
John Smith's a very guid man,
Teaches scholars now and than,
(Scottish) And when he's dune he taks a dance,
Lady, Lady Landers,
Up tae London, doon tae France.
Lady, Lady Landers,
174
Tak up yer coat
Aboot yer heid, (Scottish)
And flee awa
Tae Flanders. Haily Paily
Sits on the sands,
Flee ower firth,
Combs her hair
And flee ower fell,
Wi her lily-white hands.
Flee ower pool,
And rinnin well,
175
Flee ower muir,
And flee ower mead, Well I Never!
Flee ower livin,
Flee ower deid, (Spanish)
Flee ower corn, Two little mice went tripping down the
And ower lea,
flee
street,
Flee ower river, Pum catta-pum chin chin,
Flee ower sea, One wore a bonnet and a green silk skirt,
Flee ye east, One wore trousers and a nice clean shirt;
Or flee ye west, Pum catta-pum chin chin.
Flee till him
That Iocs me best.
One little hen went tripping down the street,
Pum catta-pum chin chin,
171 One little hen very smart and spry,
With a wig-wagging tail and a wicked little
(Scottish)
eye,
The cook and the hen, Pum catta-pum chin chin.
The deer in the den,
Shall drink in the clearest fountain. 176
The venison rare
Shall be my love's fare,
To the Shop
And I'll follow him over the mountain. (Welsh)
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Merrill, Marshall W. Barron; guitar chords sug-
Winn, Marie, ed. The Fireside Book of Children's
gested by Happy Traum; illus. by Robin Jacques.
Songs; illus. by John Alcorn; piano arrange-
Harcourt, 1969. ments by Alan Miller. Simon & Schuster, 1966.
Songs that have proven popular with groups Over 100 old and new nursery songs with
of all ages and places.
piano arrangements and guitar chords. A book
Langstaff Nancy, and John Langstaff, comps. Jim
,
for the entire family.
Along, Josie; a Collection of Folk Songs and
Winn, Marie, comp. and ed. What Shall We Do and
Singing Games for Young Children; illus. by Allee Galloo!; illus. by Karla Kuskin. Harper &
Jan Pienkowski. Piano arrangements by Sey-
mour Barab; guitar chords by Happy Traum; Row, 1970.
Directions for games and ways of using songs
optional percussion accompaniments for chil- with them make this collection both simple and
dren. Harcourt, 1970.
practical.
Songs to join in singing, moving, playing; of
special value for young children. See also Frog Yolen, Jane, ed. The Fireside Song Book of Birds
Went a-Courtin' (1955); Ol' Dan Tucker (1963); and Beasts; arranged by Barbara Green; illus. by
Golden Vanity (1972); and Over in the Meadow Peter Parnall. Simon & Schuster, 1972.
(1967). A splendid array of nearly 100 songs.
Lomax, John and Alan. American Ballads and Yurchenco, Henrietta. A Fiesta of Folk Songs from
Folk Songs. Macmillan, 1946. Spain and Latin America; illus. by Jules Maid-
Also by the same authors: Cowboy Songs and off. Putnam, 1967.
Other Frontier Ballads (1948). An authority on Latin American and Spanish
folk music has gathered together an impressive
Nic Leodhas, Sorch. A Scottish Songbook; illus. by collection of songs, singing games, and dances.
Evaline Ness. Holt, 1969.
Traditional Scottish airs; Scottish dialect and Zemach, Harve. Mommy, Buy Me a China Doll;
make illus. by Margot Zemach. Farrar, Straus & Gir-
rhythm. Handsome woodcut illustrations
this a distinctive collection. oux, 1975.
The lyrics to this cumulative folk song from
Ritchie, Jean, ed. From Fair to Fair; Folk Songs of the Ozarks are irresistable, whether used with
the 1'ritish Isles; illus. with photographs by
the music provided at the back or not.
George Pickow. Piano arrangements by Edward
Tripp Walck, 1966.
Th<: author, a well-known folk singer, pro-
vides words and music arranged for piano and
guitai See also The Swapping Song Book (Ox-
.
Lullabies
ford, 952).
Alberti, Trude. The Animal's Lullaby; illus. by
Rockwel Anne, sel. El Toro Pinto and Other
,
Songs in Spanish; illus. by the author. Macmil- Chiyoko Nakatani. World, 1967.
1 >71.
An old Icelandic song tells the story of where
lan,
the animals sleep.
Presented within an illustrated framework
that shows authentic costumes, architectural Becker, John. Seven Little Rabbits; illus. by Bar-
detalb plants, and animals, the songs appear in
,
bara Cooney. Walker, 1973.
130 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
First appearing in the author's New Feathers Opie, lona, ed. Ditties for the Nursery; illus. by
for the Old Goose, this going-to-sleep rhyme Monica Walker. Oxford University Press, 1954.
takes on a new vitality and charm in this single "Rhymes which delighted children in the
edition, the cumulative repetition inducing a reign of George III ... published about 1805
truly hypnotic state. under the title Original Ditties for the Nursery,
Hush Little Aliki. Prentice-Hall,
So Wonderfully Contrived that they may be
Baby; illus. by
either Sung or Said by Nurse or Baby." Chil-
1968.
A dren of today will delight in many of these
folk lullaby, first sung in England, and now
well known in the United States.
unfamiliar rhymes of yesterday. The illustra-
tions have vitality and charm.
Knudsen, Lynne. Lullabies from Around the Games
Opie, lona and Peter. Children's in Street
World; illus. by Jacqueline Tomes. Follett, 1967. and Playground; Chasing, Catching, Seeking,
Lullabies know no borders, but pass from
Hunting, Racing, Duelling, Exerting, Daring,
country to country.
Guessing, Acting, Pretending. Oxford Universi-
Sleep, Baby, Sleep; a Lullaby; illus. by Gertrud ty Press, 1969.
Oberhansli. Atheneum, 1967. Based on observation and research, this is an
A lullaby that originated in Germany but account of the games children play and the
which today belongs to every country. rhymes and sayings that they use.
Wilder, Alec, comp. Lullabies and Night Songs; Opie, lona and Peter.The Lore and Language of
ed. by William Engvick; illus. by Maurice Sen- School Children. Oxford University Press, 1959.
dak. Harper & Row, 1965. A first study of the oral lore of children in
Traditional folk songs, nursery rhymes, and seventy schools in England and one in Ireland.
children's poems, some set to music for the first Versions of sayings, rhymes, and riddles are
time. compared and their development traced.
Yulya. Bears Are Sleeping; illus. by Nonny Hogro- Opie, lona and Peter, eds. The Oxford Dictionary
gian. Scribner, 1967. of Nursery Rhymes; illus. with historical plates.
An old Russian melody forms the basis for this Oxford University Press, 1951.
lullaby. A scholarly work done with consummate skill
and filled with fascinating notes. The editors are
References for Adults leading authorities on 18th-century children's
literature and chapbooks. They have brought
Barchilon, Jacques, and Henry Pettit, eds. The together more than 500 traditional rhymes, giv-
Authentic Mother Goose Fairy Tales and Nurs- ing their individual histories, literary associa-
ery Rhymes. Alan Swallow, 1960. tions, variations, and parallels in other lan-
A well-documented introduction traces the guages. In the introduction they describe the
history of Mother Goose rhymes and the Perrault different types of rhymes, the earliest collec-
fairy tales. A facsimile of Mother Goose's Tales, tions, theories dealing with their origin, and the
the text of the 1729 Perrault translation, is repro- possible identity of Mother Goose. A book for
duced. Also included is a facsimile of Mother adults with imagination who care for poetry and
Goose's Melodies; or Sonnets for the Cradle, folklore.
printed for E. Power in London, 1791.
Opie, lona and Peter, eds. The Oxford Nursery
Baririg-Gould, William S. and Cecil. The Annotat- Rhyme Book. Oxford University Press, 1955.
ed Mother Goose; introduction and notes by Wil- A unique collection of 800 nursery rhymes.
liam Baring-Gould and Cecil Baring-Gould; More than 400 illustrations are reproductions of
the complete text and illustrations in a fully an- woodcuts from the earliest children's books and
notated edition; illus. by Caldecott, Crane, chapbooks of the 18th and 19th centuries. En-
Greenaway, Rackham, Parrish, and historical gravings by both Thomas and John Bewick are
woodcuts. Chapter decorations by E. M. Simon. included. Supplementing the early reproductions
Clarkson Potter, 1962. are 150 illustrations by Joan Hassall.
Columns of interesting historical notes ac-
Opie, lona and Peter. Three Centuries of Nurs-
company the rhymes.
ery Rhymes and Poetry for Children; An Ex-
Bett, Henry, Nursery Rhymes and Tales; Their hibition Held at the National Book League,
History and Origin. Holt, 1924. May 1973. Oxford University Press, 1973.
A brief introduction to the history of nursery The catalogue and introduction of this exhibi-
rhymes and folk tales. tion, which was presented by the Opies in Eng-
land, is a valuable bibliographic source.
Eckenstein, Lina. Comparative Studies in Nurs-
ery Rhymes. Duckworth (London), 1911. Reeves, James. Understanding Poetry. Heine-
Traces the folk origins of Mother Goose mann (London), 1965.
rhymes. Chapter 7 discusses Mother Goose rhymes
NURSERY RHYMES 131
and ballads, pointing out the poetic characteris- music of the nursery jingle" that preserves it in
tics of these forms. loving remembrance.
Sendak, Maurice. "Mother Goose's Garnishings," in
Sackville-West, Virginia. Nursery Rhymes; an Children and Literature; ed. by Virginia Hav-
Essay; illus. by Philippe Julian. Michael Joseph iland. Scott, Foresman, 1973.
(London), 1950.
The author shows that folklore, mythology, Tucker, Nicholas. "Why Nursery Rhymes?" in
and history all combine in the making of nursery Children and Literature; ed. by Virginia Hav-
rhymes, but she contends that it is "the inherent iland. Scott, Foresman, 1973.
132
Nonsense
"\A/
V Vhat nonsense!" Praise or criticism? That depends entirely on the
inflection of the voice. Itmay mean indignation and complete dismissal of
the topic as unworthy of notice. It could mean the quick recognition of an
art, the gentle art of nonsense: "that divine lunacy that God has given to
men as a holiday of the intellect." 2 Gentle it may be, but it is never weak or
merely silly. The rules of nonsense are as exacting as those that govern the
writing of a play or a sonnet. Nonsense is the art of rearranging immutable
laws in such a way as to set logic, order, authority, or accepted standards of
behavior slightly awry. It offers fantastic perspective on the familiar, and
heightens the ordinary with a pretense of irresponsibility.
The art of nonsense seems to belong especially to the English-speaking
people, and most of all to the English themselves. They have a "solemn love
of nonsense," a unique appreciation of it as well as a special talent for
creating it. The great age of nonsense flowered in the nineteenth century.
Whether the Victorian sense of well-being, bred by the prosperity of the age,
was responsible for this peak of accomplishment or whether the repres-
sions of the time found an outlet in the high jinks of nonsense is a matter of
conjecture. The fact remains that the Victorian era produced giants of the
art and set an enduring standard of excellence. The Oxford don, Charles
Lutwidge Dodgson, freeing himself from his intellectual disciplines of
mathematics and logic by assuming the name Lewis Carroll, created two
whole worlds of nonsense, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and
Through the Looking -Glass, a feat of imaginative prowess not likely to be
equaled. The great novelists of the time also romped through nonsense:
William Makepeace Thackeray, for example, in his nonsense pantomime
The Rose and the Ring; and Charles Dickens in his Magic Fishbone,
giving typical nonsense perspective to the characteristic size of Victorian
families: "They had nineteen children and were always having more.
Seventeen of these children took care of the baby and Alicia, the eldest,
took care of them all. Their ages varied from seven years to seven months."
Edward Lear, by profession a landscape painter, by choice the beloved
companion of children, ushered in the great time with his Book of Non-
sense (1846), which preceded by nineteen years the publication of Alice's
Adventures in Wonderland. His ear had been caught by the old Mother
Goose verse, with its distinctive pattern of accent and rhyme:
Lear took to this form like a duck to water, making it his own and producing
hundreds of limericks, each with its drama of triumph or frustration, as
abrupt, sharp, and hilarious as Mother Goose herself. Nonsense Songs,
Stories, Botany and Alphabets followed in 1871; More Nonsense, Pic-
tures, Rhymes, in 1872; Laughable Lyrics, in 1877; and a final Nonsense
Songs and Stories, in 1895. In the hands of Lear, nonsense verse often
sweeps over into the realm of serious poetry; The Courtship of the
Yonghy-Bonghy-Bb and The Jumblies have the felicity of music and the
power to evoke a longing for the unattainable that is at once childlike and
mystical:
To the gifts of his inventive play, his sense of melody, his prodigious
manipulation of words and sounds is added the power of his incisive line,
for in the original editions he illustrated his own inspired absurdities. There
is no end of delight in the writing and drawing of this "Lord High Bosh and
Nonsense Producer," as he once titled himself. Gilbert and Sullivan, in their
comic operas, extended the boundaries of nonsense to include the adult
audience and gave to the great age of nonsense an unequaled dimension.
America is not without its nonsense writers. Laura E. Richards' free-
flowing fancy creating nonsense as gay, bubbling, and irrepressible as Lear
himself. The verse of Ogden Nash and the fables of James Thurber thrive
in a latitude a little north-north-east of actuality. The American habit of
134 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
exaggeration, the "tall tale," and the "fish story" show that not only the
writers but all Americans have an instinct for and a heritage of nonsense.
Any attempt to study the methods of nonsense can arrive at only a
portion of the truth, since this genius, like any other, defies definition, and
the spirit escapes analysis. There is satisfaction, however, in an attempt to
discover the stuff of which nonsense is made, and pleasure in the pursuit.
Much of it seems to consist of an inspired selection and arrangement of
incongruities. In Mother Goose a cow jumps over the moon. Now a cow is
by temperament and physiology the most unlikely barnyard animal to suc-
ceed at the high hurdle. It is the juxtaposition of deed with disposition that
produces the nonsense. The elopement of the Owl and the Pussycat in Lear's
great romance of the nursery affords the same pleasure in incongruity.
Much nonsense grows out of the meaning of words and the confusion
that results when meaning is changed by accent or context. There are some
people for whom the word entrance, meaning the opposite of exit, is always
read en-trance, with the accent on the second syllable. And that, of course,
is a door of a different color. The changes caused by the substitution of one
letter or syllable for another are also sources of innocent merriment. Lewis
Carroll is a master of this type of manipulation:
eye to come of a long and legitimate lineage of Latin or Greek. It must seem
authentic, no mere babbling of sound without genuine structure. A small
dictionary could be compiled of Lear's wonderful words: borascible (to
describe the "Old Person of Bangor/Whose face was distorted with anger"),
oblivorous, dolomphirus; whole geographies of countries that do not exist,
but should; and creatures unknown before he invented them, the Pobble,
the Jumblies, and the Yonghy-Bonghy-B6.
4. Jean Piaget, Language and Thought of the Child; by Marjorie Gabain (Meridi-
an), p. 216.
136 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Mr. Punchinello
Clyde Watson
Mother, I want to be married
To Mister Punchinello, Dilly Dilly Piccalilli
To Mister Punch, to Mister Chin, Dilly Dilly Piccalilli
to Mister Nell, to Mister Lo, Tell me something very silly:
Pun Chin Nell Lo There was a chap his name was Bert
To Mister Punchinello! He ate the buttons off his shirt.
1. From Tom Tiddler's Ground; a Book of Po- 2.From Clyde Watson, Father Fox's Penny-
etry for Children; chosen by Walter de la Mare rhymes; drawings by Wendy Watson (Crowell,
(Collins). 1971).
NONSENSE 137
Christina Rossetti
James Reeves
The Nonny
The Nonny-bird I love particularly;
All day she chirps her joysome odes.
She rises perpendicularly,
And if she goes too far, explodes.
Edward Lear
Limerirks
3. From James Reeves, Prefabulous Animiles 5. From Christina Rossetti, Sing-Song (Macmil-
(Dutton. 1960), p. 33. lan).
138 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
A deaf policeman
heard the noise.
Annie Bolanny He came and shot
Annie Bolanny, those two dead boys.
Tillie Annie go sanny, If you don't believe
Laura E. Richards 10
The Owl and the Eel and the Warming-Pan Old Greek Nonsense Rhymes
The owl and the eel and the warming-pan, LittleHermogenes is so small
They went to call on the soap-fat man. He can't reach anything down at all;
The soap-fat man he was not within: Though it's on the ground, he must let it
So they all came back by the way of the town, For he's so short that it's still too high.
And turned the meeting-house upside down. LUCILIUS A.D. 50)
(c.
12
"Say you will,"
Edward Lear said the dill.
15
N. M. Bodecker
"Let's narry,"
said the cherry.
"Why me?"
said th 3 pea.
"'Caus ;
you're sweet,"
said th 3 beet. by N. M. Bodecker. Copyright 1974 by N. M.
Illustrations
Bodecker. From Let's Marry Said the Cherry (A Margaret
K. McElderry Book). Used by permission of Atheneum
13. F rom Ogden Nash, Family Reunion (Little, Publishers.
Brown, 1950).
14. I- rom Ogden Nash, Versus (Little, Brown, 15. From N. M. Bodecker, Let's Marry Said the
1949). Cherry (Atheneum, 1974).
140 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
"Just wait,"
said the date.
"I'll chime!"
said the thyme.
16 21
I eat my peas with honey; There was once a small boy in Quebec
I've done it all my life. Stood buried in snow to his neck.
It makes the peas taste funny, When asked: "Are you friz?"
But it keeps them on the knife. He said: "Yes, I is,
But we don't call this cold in Quebec."
17
22
A horse and a flea and three blind mice
Sat on a curbstone shooting dice. Ogden Nash
The horse he slipped and fell on the flea.
The flea said,
The Ostrich
"Whoops, there's a horse on
me." The ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.
It has such long and lofty legs,
18 I'm glad it sits to lay its eggs.
John Ciardi
I Met a Crow
Said a crow in the top of a tree,
What time is it getting to be?
If it isn't yet noon
19
20
Shel Silverstein
28
Boa Constrictor
Maurice Sendak
Oh, I'm being eaten
Pierre: A Cautionary Tale
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor, Prologue
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, There once was a boy
And I don't like it one bit. named Pierre
Well, what do you know? who only would say,
It's nibblin' my toe. "I don't care!"
Oh, gee, Read his story,
It's up to my knee.
my friend,
Oh my, for you'll find
It's up to my thigh. at the end
Oh, fiddle, that a suitable
It's up to my middle. moral lies there.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Chapter 1
Oh, dread,
One day
It's up mmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
23-24. From Sara and John E. Brewton, comps., 26-27. From William Cole, sel., Oh, How Silly!
Laughable Limericks (Crowell, 1965). (Viking Press, 1970).
25. From Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk 28. Complete text of Maurice Sendak, Pierre; a
Ends (Harper, 1974). Cautionary Tale (Harper & Row, 1962).
NONSENSE 143
and cried,
"Pierre is surely dead!"
They pulled the lion
by the hair.
They hit him
with the folding chair.
His mother asked,
"Where is Pierre?"
The lion answered,
"I don't care!"
His father said,
"Pierre's in there!"
Chapter 5
Illustration by Joseph Low. There Was a Wise Crow by
They rushed the lion
Joseph Low. Used courtesy of Follett Publishing Com-
into town. pany.
The doctor shook him
up and down.
29
And when the lion
gave a roar Hilaire Belloc
Pierre fell out
upon the floor. The Frog
He rubbed his eyes
Be kind and tender to the frog,
and scratched his head
And do not call him names,
and laughed
As 'Slimy skin,' or 'Polly-wog,'
because he wasn't dead.
Or likewise 'Ugly James,'
His mother cried
Or 'Gap-a-grin,' or 'Toad-gone-wrong,'
and held him tight.
Or 'Bill Bandy-knees':
His father asked,
The frog is justly sensitive
"Are you all right?"
To epithets like these.
Pierre said,
No animal will more repay
"I am feeling fine,
A treatment kind and fair;
please take me home, At least so lonely people say
it's half past nine."
Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
The lion said,
They are extremely rare.)
"If you would care
to climb on me,
I'll take you there." 30
Then everyone
The Frog
looked at Pierre
who shouted, What a wonderful bird the frog are
"Yes, indeed I care!!" When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop, he fly almost.
The lion took them He ain't got no sense hardly;
home to rest He ain't got no tail hardly either.
and stayed on When he sit, he sit on what he ain't got
as a weekend guest. almost.
Illustrationby Gerald Rose. From The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll, illustrated by Gerald
Rose. Illustrations copyright 1968 by Faber & Faber, Ltd. Reprinted by permission of the publishers
Dutton & Co., Inc.
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl, Inventing, to relieve his tedium,
How charmingly sweet you sing! Melodies high, low, and medium.
Oh! let us be married; too long we have tar- And standing on his Roman cranium
ried: Amidst a bed of wild geranium,
But what shall we do for a ring?" Better known as pelargonium,
They sailed away, for a year and a day, Since with odium his harmonium
To the land where the bong-tree grows; Was received in Uriconium.
And there in a wood a Piggy- wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose, 36
With a ring at the end of his nose.
Three Children Sliding on the Ice
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one lona and Peter Opie give the earliest date of this
shilling "choice piece of drollery" as 1651, which dis-
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will." proves the authorship of either John Gay or
So they tookit away, and were married next Oliver Goldsmith to whom it has been ascribed.
day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill. Three children sliding on the ice
They dined on mince and slices of quince, Upon a summer's day;
Which they ate with a runcible spoon; As it fell out, they all fell in,
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, The rest they ran away.
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon, Now had these children been at home,
The moon, Or sliding on dry ground,
They danced by the light of the moon. Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not all been drowned.
34
You parents all that children have,
David McCord And you have got none,
that
If you would have them safe abroad,
Up from Down Under Pray keep them safe at home.
The boomerang and kangaroo
comprise a very pleasant two;
The coolibah and billabong
together make a sort of song. 37
But tasty as a fresh meringue
Laura E. Richards
is billabong with boomerang;
and better than hooray-hoorah Mrs. Snipkin and Mrs. Wobblechin
is kangaroo with coolibah.
Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,
With her little pipkin,
35
Sat by the fireside a-warming of her toes.
39
David McCord
I Want You to Meet . . .
. . . Meet Ladybug,
her little sister Sadiebug,
her mother, Mrs. Gradybug, Time I Climb a
her aunt, that nice oldmaidybug, by Marc Simont. From Every
Illustration
Tree by David McCord, by permission of Little, Brown
and laby she's a fraidybug. and Co. Copyright 1961, 1962 by David McCord.
One, two! One, two! And through and gestion. "I mean," she said, "that one can't
through help growing older."
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! "One can't, perhaps," said Humpty Dump-
He left it dead, and with its head ty; "but two can. With proper assistance, you
He went galumphing back. might have left off at seven."
"What a beautiful belt you've got on!" Alice
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? suddenly remarked. (They had had quite
Come to my arms, my beamish boy! enough of the subject of age, she thought:
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" and, if they really were to take turns in choos-
He chortled in his joy. ing subjects, it was her turn now.) "At least,"
she corrected herself on second thoughts, "a
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves beautiful cravat, I should have said no, a
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: belt, I mean I beg your pardon!" she added
All mimsy were the borogoves, in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thor-
And the mome raths outgrabe. oughly offended, and she began to wish she
hadn't chosen that subject. "If only I knew,"
she thought to herself, "which was neck and
41
which was waist!"
Lewis Carroll Evidently Humpty Dumpty was very an-
gry, though he said nothing for a minute or
Through the Looking Glass two. When he did speak again, it was in a
The meaning ofwords as nonsense is displayed in deep growl.
this selection, which ends with the explanation of "It is a most provoking thing," he
"The Jabberwocky." said at last, "when a person doesn't know a
cravat from a belt!"
"I know it's very ignorant of me," Alice
Humpty Dumpty and Alice
said, in so humble a tone that Humpty Dump-
"In that case westart afresh," said Humpty ty relented.
Dumpty, "and my it's turn to choose a and a beautiful one, as
"It's a cravat, child,
"
subject ("He talks about it just as if it was you say. It's a present from the White King
a game!" thought Alice.) "So here's a ques- and Queen. There now!"
tion for you. How old did you say you were?" "Is it really?" said Alice, quite pleased to
Alice made a short calculation, and said find that she had chosen a good subject, after
"Seven years and six months." all.
"Wrong!" Humpty Dumpty exclaimed tri- "They gave it me," Humpty Dumpty con-
umphantly. "You never said a word like it!" tinued thoughtfully, as he crossed one knee
"
"I thought you meant 'How old are you?' over the other and clasped his hands round it,
Alice explained. "they gave it me for an un-birthday pres-
meant that, I'd have said it," said
"If I'd ent."
Humpty Dumpty. "I beg your pardon?" Alice said with a
Alice didn't want to begin another argu- puzzled air.
ment, so she said nothing. "I'm not offended," said Humpty Dumpty.
"Seven years and six months!" Humpty "I mean, what is an un-birthday present?"
Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. "An uncom- "A present given when it isn't your birth-
fortable sort of age. Now if you'd asked my day, of course."
advice, I'd have said 'Leave off at seven' - Alice considered a little. "I like birthday
but it's too late now." presents best," she said at last.
"I never ask advice about growing," Alice "You don't know what you're talking
said indignantly. about!" cried Humpty Dumpty. "How many
"Too proud?" the other enquired. days are there in a year?"
Alice felt even more indignant as this sug- "Three hundred and sixty-five," said Alice.
NONSENSE 149
"And how many birthdays have you?" proudest adjectives you can do anything
"One." with, but not verbs however, /can manage
"And if you take one from three hundred the whole lot of them! Impenetrability! That's
and sixty-five, what remains?" what /say!"
"Three hundred and sixty-four, of course." "Would you tell me, please," said Alice,
Humpty Dumpty looked doubtful. "I'd "what that means?"
rather see that done on paper," he said. "Now you talk like a reasonable child,"
Alice couldn't help smiling as she took out said Humpty Dumpty, looking very much
her memorandum-book, and worked the sum meant by
pleased. "I 'impenetrability' that
for him: we've had enough of that subject, and it
365 would be just as well if you'd mention what
1.
you mean to do next, as I suppose you don't
364 mean to stop here all the rest of your life."
"That's a great deal to make one word
Humpty Dumpty took the book, and looked mean," Alice said in a thoughtful tone.
at it carefully. "That seems to be done "When I make a word do a lot of work like
right" he began. that," said Humpty Dumpty, "I always pay it
"You're holding it upside down!" Alice in- extra."
saying, that seems to be done right though I wagging his head gravely from side to side,
haven't time to look it over thoroughly just "for to get their wages, you know."
now and that shows that there are three (Alice didn't venture to ask what he paid
hundred and sixty-four days when you might them with; and so you see I can't tell you.)
" "You seem very clever at explaining words,
get un-birthday presents
"Would you kindly tell me the
Sir," said Alice.
"Certainly," said Alice.
meaning of the poem called 'Jabberwocky'?"
"And only one for birthday presents, you
know. There's glory for you!" "Let's hearit," Humpty Dumpty. "I
said
"I don't know what you mean by 'glory,'" can explain all the poems that ever were
Alice said. invented and a good many that haven't
Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. been invented just yet."
"Of course you don't till I tell you. I meant This sounded very hopeful, so Alice repeat-
ed the first verse:
'there's a nice knock-down argument for
you!'" '"Twos brillig, and the slithy toves
"But 'glory' doesn't mean 'a nice knock- Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
down argument,'" Alice objected. All mimsy were the borogoves,
"
"When / use a word," Humpty Dumpty And the mome raths outgrabe.
said, in rather a scornful tone, "it means just
mean neither more nor "That's enough to begin with," Humpty
what I choose it to
Dumpty interrupted: "there are plenty of hard
less."
"The question is," said Alice, "whether you words there. 'Brillig' means four o'clock in
the afternoon the time when you begin
can make words mean so many different
broiling things for dinner."
things."
"That'll do very well," said Alice: "and
"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty,
"whic i is to be master that's all." 'slithy'?"
'slithy' means 'lithe and slimy.
was much "Well,
Alice too puzzled to say any-
'Lithe' is the same as 'active.' You see it's like
thing; so after a minute Humpty Dumpty there are two meanings
a portmanteau
began again. "They've a temper, some
of them particularly verbs: they're
the packed up into one word."
150 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Illustration by Gerald Rose. From The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll, illustrated by Gerald Rose.
Illustrations copyright 1968 by Faber & Faber, Ltd. Reprinted by permission of the publishers Dutton & Co., Inc.
The Walrus and the Carpenter And this was odd, because, you know,
Were walking close at hand; They hadn't any feet.
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand Four other Oysters followed them,
"If thiswere only cleared away," And yet another four;
They said, "it would be grand!" And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more
"If seven maids with seven mops All hopping through the frothy waves,
Swept it for half a year, And scrambling to the shore.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?" The Walrus and the Carpenter
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter, Walked on a mile or so,
And shed a bitter tear. And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!" And all the little Oysters stood
The Walrus did beseech. And waited in a row.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach; "The time has come," the Walrus said,
We cannot do with more than four, "To talk of many things:
To give a hand to each." Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax
Of cabbages and kings
The eldest Oyster looked at him, And why the sea is boiling hot
Bu never a word he
:
said; And whether pigs have wings."
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head "But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
Meaning to say he did not choose "Before we have our chat;
To leave the oyster-bed. For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
But four young Oysters hurried up, "No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
All eager for the treat; They thanked him much for that.
Their coats were brushed, their faces
vashed, "A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
Their shoes were clean and neat "Is what we chiefly need;
152 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Pepper and vinegar besides And when the sieve turned round and round,
Are very good indeed And every one cried, "You'll all be drowned!"
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear, They called aloud, "Our sieve ain't big;
We can begin to feed." But we don't care a button, we don't care
a fig:
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried, In a sieve we'll go to sea!"
Turning a little blue. Far and few, far and few,
"After such kindness, that would be Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
A dismal thing to do!" Their heads are green, and their hands
"The night is fine," the Walrus said. are blue;
"Do you admire the view? And they went to sea in a sieve.
And you are very nice!" They sailed away in a sieve, they did,
The Carpenter said nothing but, In a sieve they sailed so fast,
"Cut us another slice. With only a beautiful pea-green veil
I wish you were not quite so deaf Tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail,
I've had to ask you twice!" To a small tobacco-pipe mast.
And every one said who saw them go,
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "Oh! won't they be soon upset, you know?
"To play them such a trick. For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long;
After we've brought them out so far, And, happen what may, it's extremely wrong
And made them trot so quick!" In a sieve to sail so fast."
The Carpenter said nothing but, Far and few, far and few,
"The butter's spread too thick!" Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
Their heads are green, and their hands
"Iweep for you," the Walrus said; are blue;
"I deeply sympathize." And they went to sea in a sieve.
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief The water it soon came in, it did;
Before his streaming eyes. The water it soon came in:
So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, In a pinky paper all folded neat;
"You've had a pleasant run! And they fastened it down with a pin.
Shall we be trotting home again?" And they passed the night in a crockery-jar;
But answer came there none And each of them said, "How wise we are!
And this was scarcely odd, because Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be
They'd eaten every one. long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or
wrong,
44 While round in our sieve we spin."
Far and few, far and few,
Edward Lear Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
Their heads are green, and their hands
The Jumblies
are blue;
They went sea in a sieve, they did;
to And they went to sea in a sieve.
In a sieve they went to sea;
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day, And all night long they sailed away;
In a sieve they went to sea. And when the sun went down,
NONSENSE 153
A cotoneaster is a kind of
flowering shrub, a favorite
And in twenty years they all came back, of mumruffins.
In twenty years or more;
And every one said, "How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Tor- What Is a Mumruffin?
To he hills of the Chankly Bore." Pobbies are small pieces of bread thrumbled
F arand few, far and few, up with
Are the lands where the Jumblies live: milk and fed to birds and baby animals.
1 heir heads are green, and their hands
are blue; 45. From Alastair Reid, Ounce, Dice, Trice (Lit-
And they went to sea in a sieve. tle, Brown, 1958).
154 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
What Is Thrumbled?
Thrumbled is squashed together. Ants
thrum ble
round a piece of bread, and crowds
in streets thrumble round gongoozlers.
What Is a Gongoozler?
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158
Poetry
G
It
hildren are propelled by rhythm through all the years of their childhood.
begins with the first heartbeat, which, like a metronome, establishes the
pace of breath and the surge of blood through the small veins. Children sob
and bellow, kick and scream in a rhythmic pattern; they respond to the
compulsion of rhythm by beating with spoons on the table and kicking
the finish off the chairs in a "uniform recurrence of a beat, accent, or the
like" the dictionary's definition of rhythm. Rhyme and melody catch at
their heels as soon as they begin to play. They jump rope to rhythm and
rhyme, they bounce balls to word tunes, they play hide-and-seek accompa-
nied by chant and ritual.
"Allee, allee out's in free" echoes of poetry sound here. The cadence
of the line is harmonious, certain, complete. It has what poetry so often
Engle bengle
Casey Stengel
April fool
Lefty O'Doul
Go to hell
Dick Bartell
OUT spells out
Out goes you. 2
Often the combination of sounds comes from the distant past, a chant
traditional in origin, which is at once music, mystery, and sheer poetry.
language of rhythm. If they are lucky enough to have heard lullabies and
nursery rhymes too, they come to the other kinds of poetry with a firm grasp
of the bare bones of it rhyme, rhythm, and meter. There is left only their
introduction to the inexhaustible storehouse filled by centuries of poets.
Children are ready to respond to the pace and mood that meter and measure
create and sustain: speed and excitement, calm and content, and "the
sense of wit and heightened intelligence, resulting from seeing disciplined
words marching along in metrical patterns and in their inevitable right
order." 4 Theirs it is to discover that words have structure as well as
meaning, and that stressed and unstressed syllables, set in a pattern of the
devising, call the measure of the poem and determine the "swing
and
poet's
fall of cadences."
Children enter into poetry as Robert Frost describes his own coming to it,
"caught up in its catchiness": "I enter into poetry by being caught up in its
catchiness. That's my life, caught up in its catchiness. So many people we
know in the educational world unfortunately never got into poetry till they
studied their way into it. It's their misfortune and none of my own." (How
uncon-
gay to come upon that last line, which Frost is quoting, perhaps
sciously, from the cowboy ballad "Git Along, Little Dogies.") The ideal way
to experience poetry is intuitively, as children do when the environment
2. Patricia Evans, comp., Who's It (Porpoise Book Shop, San Francisco, 1956), p.
9.
3. Ibid., p. 6.
4. Northrop Frye, The Well-Tempered Critic (Indiana University Press, 1963).
5. Robert Bridges, "First Spring Morning."
160 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Our children have as their heritage not only the birthright of all of
English poetry they have today. The poets of the "Age of Anxiety," the
"Age of Alienation," and the "Age of Science and Technology" speak for us
all, children as well as adults. The rhythms are different, rhyme is often
abandoned, the subject may be manhole covers or television aerials or the
human predicament in a chaotic world. Present-day poets seem to search
for precise and accurate words that will dissect and fix emotion and vision
with the same definitive power that the scientific formula brings to physics
or chemistry. All this comes as a shock to the generations brought up to
believe that true poetry deals only with beauty and goodness and that the
poetic vocabulary is necessarily polite, refined, and elevated. But the
age-old glories remain: the poet's vision beyond our own, the intensified and
distilled emotion, the new dimensions given to words we thought we knew:
quality of their own time. It is neither fair nor wise to shut them off, in
literature or in art, from that which will nourish their awareness.
The poetry of childhood cannot be separated from poetry in general.
Nursery rhymes, singing games, scraps of ritual and incantation may be its
beginnings; but Shakespeare and Yeats, Robert Frost and T. S. Eliot can
give much to young listeners and readers. The danger is not that poems for
children are too few, but that the sentimental, the weak, and the meretri-
cious may get in the way of the excellent.
Children know the language of rhythm. Rhythm and music and rhyme
are the elemental springs of poetry. Never mind the meaning; that can
come later. As T. S. Eliot says, "Poetry can communicate before it is
understood." 10 Never ask questions. Never explain the meaning of words,
unless the urging comes from the children themselves. Never think of the
use of the poem as the first reason for choosing it to read aloud. What
horrors children have endured searching for and listening to verse for
Memorial Day or Mother's Day. Never think a poem is beyond a child's
comprehension. If it has meaning for you teacher, parent, librarian the
child will catch some glimmer of your response and reach to equal it. In the
reading of poetry, with the accumulation of experience, there comes also
the pleasure of working out for oneself the meaning of a poem, and the
discovery that for some poems there are as many meanings as there are
readers.
Then there is the question of memorization. Some adults hate all poetry
because they had to memorize it out of dull old textbooks. Others, in the
dark of sleepless nights, or on long watches at sea, or during traffic jams on
the freeways, are grateful for the hours spent in memorizing poetry. One
poetry-loving teacher used to say, "If you find a poem you like, you may
memorize it." Perhaps hers is the wisest answer.
The sounds of words are the basis for the sounds of poetry. Once children
have learned to write, they may enjoy starting their own small notebooks of
"my favorite words." Alastair Reid's inspired book Ounce, Dice, Trice has
given many readers endless pleasure in words and set them on a search of
their own.
Daypeep
Day spring
Meridian
Mainday
Dayligone
Dimity
Dewfall
Gloaming
Dusk
Owlcry 11
The time will come when the children themselves will want to know:
"How is it done?" "It sounds easy," a growing boy said, after hearing James
Stephens read his poetry; "why can't I do it myself?"
The abundance of anthologies of poetry for children and young people,
and especially the veritable harvest of the last decade, presents in itself the
dilemma of choice. Some collections have attempted to be all-inclusive or
encyclopedic; some, to bring together, indiscriminately, everything that is
available on dogs or horses or birds or weather. Many seem made with
scissors and paste, according to no design or plan, signifying little more
than the industry of the scissors-wielder. All these labors have their place,
no doubt, in a workaday, quotation-hungry world. But the anthologies that
are cherished are those that have a clear sense of direction and bear
witness to the quality of the minds that have made them.
The Blue Poetry Book, compiled by Andrew Lang, the scholar and
folklorist, and first published in 1891, still holds its own on library shelves,
its introduction a refreshing reminder of what poetry means to children. As
a publisher's reader, Lang was the first to acclaim the poems of Walter de la
Mare and to recommend that they be published.
Overshadowing all other anthologies, past and present, is Walter de la
Mare's evergreen Come Hither (Knopf; first published in 1923.) Every page
is exuberant with de la Mare's commitment to poetry, and the generosity of
his mind spills over into notes, references, and cross-references that are
eloquent testimony to the extent of his reading.
This Way, Delight (Pantheon, 1956), by Herbert Read, poet, critic, and
essayist, ranges across the great sweep of English poetry. In it is "What Is
Poetry? An Afterthought," the wisest essay we could read to open new
11. Alastair Reid, Ounce, Dice, Trice (Little, Brown, 1958), pp. 14-15.
POETRY 163
doors to understanding. "Poetry is not made up of words like pride and pity,
or love and beauty. The poet distrusts such words and always tries to use
words that have a suggestion of outline and shape, and represents things
seen, as clear and precise as crystal."
A Way of Knowing (Crowell, 1959), by Gerald D. McDonald, bears the
subtitle "a collection of poems for boys." More than that, it is the choice of a
perceptive reading librarian for whom poetry has been a necessary plea-
sure. There is freshness in the collection and the stamp of a discerning
personality on it.
/ Am the Darker Brother (Macmillan, 1968), an anthology of modern
poems by black Americans, edited by Arnold Adoff, transcends the bounda-
ries of race to give children varied and notable poetry that bears on black
life. It was preceded by Arna Bontemps's earlier and more comprehensive
collection, Golden Slippers (Harper, 1941).
It is always cause for celebration when poets themselves give children
the benefit of their wide knowledge of poetry and include in their antholo-
gies notes never pedantic but crowded with a scholar's enthusiasm. Such
are the two anthologies compiled by Horace Gregory and his wife, Marya
Zaturenska: The Crystal Cabinet; An Invitation to Poetry (Holt, 1962)
and The Silver Swan; Poems of Romance and Mystery (Holt, 1966),
beautiful books to hold in the hand as well as to read.
Two other notable poets, Louise Bogan and William Jay Smith, in The
Golden Journey (Reilly & Lee, 1965) "offer only poems that we have
ourselves enjoyed and remembered with pleasure poems fresh, delight-
. . .
James Reeves
Bobadil
With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, You asked me before, I'll tell you again:
And taper fingers catching at all things, It looked like Dirty Dinky.
To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Last night you lay a-sleeping? No!
The room was thirty-five below;
The sheets and blankets turned to snow.
He'd got in: Dirty Dinky.
Robert Louis Stevenson
You'd better watch the things you do.
The Wind
You'd better watch the things you do.
I saw you toss the kites on high You're part of him; he's part of you
And blow the birds about the sky; You may be Dirty Dinky.
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song! Robert Herrick
The Hag
I saw the different things
you did,
But always you yourself you hid. The Hag is astride,
3. F om "I Stood Tip-toe upon a Little Hill." 5. From Theodore Roethke, The Collected
4. F om Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Gar- Poems of Theodore Roethke (Doubleday, 1963).
den of /erses. 6. From Robert Herrick, The Hesperides.
166 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Through caverns measureless to man That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Down to a sunless sea. And all who heard should see them there,
So twice five miles of fertile ground And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
With walls and towers were girdled round: His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
And there were gardens bright with sinuous Weave a circle round him thrice,
rills, And close your eyes with holy dread,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing For he on honey-dew hath fed,
tree; And drunk the milk of Paradise.
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Illustration by Edward Ardizzone from How the Moon Began by James Reeves, copyright
of Abelard-
1971 by James Reeves and Edward Ardizzone, reproduced by permission
Schuman, publisher.
15
I'd se<: the Ganges and the Nile;
I'd vie it Madagascar's isle, Frances Clarke Sayers
And Persia and Peru.
People would say they'd never seen Who Calls?
Is an ancient rhyme said backwards, and a Without axin' leave should go makin' free
wish upon the moon. With the shank or the shin o' my father's
The city walls and city streets! you shall kin;
make of these So hand the old bone over!
As fair a thing as country roads and blossomy Rover! Trover!
apple trees." Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
"What watchman calls us in the night, and So hand the old bone over!"
plays a little tune
That turns our tongues to talking now of "For a couple o' pins", says Troll, and grins,
April, May and June? "I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
Who bids us come with nimble feet and A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
snapping finger tips?" I'll try my teeth on thee now.
"I am the Spring, the Spring, the Spring with Hee now! See now!
laughter on my lips." I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now".
Illustration by Charles Keeping from The Twelve Labors of Hercules by Robert Newman, copyright 1972 by Charles
Keeping, used by permission of Thomas Y. Crowell Company, Inc.
except a few leaves for the tail, and the leather I slapped to his rump
and cinched my brother's belt
spanked my own behind.
around his head for a rein, Doubled, my two hoofs beat
I'd straddle and canter him fast a gallop along the bank,
up the grass bank to the path.
the wind twanged in my mane,
trotalong in the lovely dust my mouth squared to the bit.
that talcumed over his hoofs, And yet I sat on my steed
hiding my toes, and turning
22. From May Swenson, To Mix with Time quiet, negligent riding,
(Scribner, 1966). my toes standing the stirrups,
POETRY 173
Where have you been? said my mother. What the hammer? what the chain?
Been riding, I said from the sink, In what furnace was thy brain?
and filled me a glass of water. What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
What's that in your pocket? she said.
Just my knife. It weighted my pocket When the stars threw down their spears,
and stretched my dress awry. And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Go tie back your hair, said my mother, Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
and Why is your mouth all green?
Rob Roy, he pulled some clover Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
as we crossed the field, I told her. In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
23
William Shakespeare
and snuffle
because I cannot do anything else!
24
All the same, I am not going to thank them
William Blake for fattening me up to make bacon.
Why did You make me so tender?
The Tyger What a fate!
Lord,
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
teach me how to say
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Amen
23. From The Tempest, Act I, Scene II. 25. From Carmen Bernos De Gasztold, Prayers
24. From Songs of Experience. from the Ark; tr. by Rumer Godden (Viking, 1962).
174 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
by Hans Fischer from his volume, The Birthday, copyright 1954, by Harcourt
Illustration
Brace Jovanovich, Inc., and reproduced with their permission.
26
'Mongst graves, and grots, near an old
Ben Jonson charnel house,
Where you shall find her sitting in her form,
Mother Maudlin the Witch
As fearful, and melancholic, as that
Within a gloomy dimble she doth dwell She is about; with caterpillar's kells,
Down in a pit o'ergrown with brakes and And knotty cobwebs, rounded in with spells;
briars, Thence she steals forth to relief, in the fogs,
Close by the ruins of a shaken abbey And rotten mists, upon the fens, and bogs,
Torn, with an earthquake, down unto the Down to the drowned lands of Lincolnshire;
ground, To make ewes cast their lambs .
Of Hearing
27
For the good are always the merry, The Cat was once a weaver,
Save by an evil chance, A weaver, a weaver,
And the merry love the fiddle An old and withered weaver
And the merry love to dance: Who labored late and long;
And while she made the shuttle hum
And when the folk there spy me, And wove the weft and clipped the thrum,
They come up to me,
will all Beside the loom with droning drum
With "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!" She sang the weaving song:
And dance like a wave of the sea. "Pr-rrum, pr-rrum,
Thr-ree thr-reads in the thr-rum,
Pr-rrum!"
28
The more a weaver,
Cat's no
Robert Frost
A weaver, a weaver,
The Last Word of a Bluebird An old and wrinkled weaver,
For though she did no wrong,
As Told to a Child
A witch hath changed the shape of her
As I went out a Crow That dwindled down and clothed in fur
In a low voice said, "Oh, Beside the hearth with droning pun-
I was looking for you. She thrums her weaving song:
How do you do? "Pr-rrum, pr-rrum,
I just came to tell you Thr-ree thr-reads in the thr-rum,
To tell Lesley (will you?) Pr-rrum!"
That her little Bluebird
Wanted me to bring word
That the north wind last night 30
all his
31. I rom A. R. Ammons, Collected Poems sparrow puts
1951-1' 71 (Norton, 1972). saying
176 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
32 e. e. cummings
in just-spring
William Shakespeare
in Just-
Where the bee sucks
spring when the world is mud-
Where the bee sucks, there suck I. luscious the little
In a cowslip's bell I lie; lame balloonman
There couch when owls do
I cry.
On the bat's back I do fly whistles far and wee
After summer merrily;
Merrily, merrily shall I live now and eddieandbill come
Under the blossom that hangs on the running from marbles and
bough. piracies and it's
spring
33
when the world is puddle-wonderful
Walt Whitman
the queer
I Hear America Singing old balloonman whistles
I hear America singing, the varied carols I far and wee
hear, and bettyandisbel come dancing
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as
it should be blithe and strong, from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
32. From The Tempest, Act V, Scene I. 34. From e. e. cummings, Complete Poems,
33. From Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass. 1913-1962 (Harcourt, 1963).
POETRY 177
35 No.
A Widow Bird For your green glass beads. I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.
A widow bird sate mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough; No.
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
Girls' Names
Give tiem me.
What lovely names for girls there are!
No. There's Stella like the Evening Star,
And Sylvia like a rustling tree,
Give them me. Give them me. And Lola like a melody,
And Flora like a flowery morn,
No. And Sheila like a field of corn,
And Melusina like the moan
Then ] will howl all night in the reeds, Of water. And there's Joan, like Joan.
36. 'rom
] Harold Monro, Collected Poems 37. From Carl Sandburg Chicago Poems (Holt,
(Duckworth, London). 1944).
178 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
39 41
42
40 J. R. R. Tolkien
Tum-ti-tum.
Ti-tum-tum-tum !
43
What luck! What luck! they cluck, Itwas a sunless strand that never bore
Look, look! they say The footprint of a man.
As they settle Nor felt the weight
In a sunny nook
And scoop Since time began
Dust under their feathers. Of any human quality or stir,
Save what the dreary winds and wave incur.
What does the ditch digging machine
Chatter about
Scratching
Into the dirt? And in the hush of waters was the sound
Who do I thank Of pebbles, rolling round;
For these scrumptious For ever rolling, with a hollow sound:
Scrunchy
Chunks of rock? it asks And bubbling sea-weeds, as the waters go,
With a clatter and clank Swish to and fro
As it stacks the cool earth up Their long cold tentacles of slimy gray:
In a neat brown bank.
There was no day;
Only in summer Nor ever came a night
The big machine Setting the stars alight
And loose old hens
Play the same scooping To wonder at themoon:
Sunny game, Was twilight only, and the frightened croon,
Saying the same things over and over Smitten to whimpers, of the dreary wind
At about the same loudness
Because the machine is farther away. And waves that journeyed blind . . .
44
James Stephens
45
The Shell
David McCord
I Crickets
44. F rom James Stephens, Collected Poems 45. From David McCord, Take Sky (Little,
(MacmiHan, 1943). Brown, 1961).
180 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
46 Infant noise;
Merrily, merrily we welcome in the year.
Dylan Thomas
Little lamb,
Johnnie Crack and Flossie Snail
Here I am;
Johnnie Crack and Flossie Snail Come and lick
Kept their baby in a milking pail My white neck;
Flossie Snail and Johnnie Crack Let me pull
One would pull it out and one would put it Your soft wool;
back Let me kiss
Your soft face;
O it's my turn now said Flossie Snail
Merrily, merrily we welcome in the year.
To take the baby from the milking pail
And it's my turn now said Johnnie Crack
To smack it on the head and put it back
48
Johnnie Crack and Flossie Snail
John Davidson
Kept their baby in a milking pail
One would put it back and one would pull it A Runnable Stag
out
And all it had to drink was ale and stout When the pods went pop on the broom, green
For Johnnie Crack and Flossie Snail broom,
Always used to say that stout and ale And apples began to be golden-skinned,
Was good for a baby in a milking pail. We harboured a stag in the Priory coomb,
And we feathered his trail up-wind,
up-wind,
47 We feathered his trail up-wind
A stag of warrant, a stag, a stag,
William Blake A runnable stag, a kingly crop,
Brow, bay and tray and three on top,
Spring A stag, a runnable stag.
Sound the flute!
Now it's mute! Then the huntsman's horn rang yap, yap,
Birds delight, yap,
Day and night, And "Forwards" we heard the harbourer
Nightingale, shout;
In the dale, But 'twas only a brocket that broke a gap
Lark in sky In the beechen underwood, driven out,
Merrily, From the underwood antlered out
Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year. By warrant and might of the stag, the
stag,
Little boy, The runnable stag, whose mind
lordly
Full of joy, Was bent on sleep, though beamed and
Little girl, tined
Sweet and small; He stood, a runnable stag.
Cock does crow,
So do you; So we tufted the covert till afternoon
Merry voice, With Tinkerman's Pup and Bell-of-the-
North;
46. From Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood
(New Directions, 1954). 48. From John Davidson, Holiday and Other
47. From William Blake, Songs of Innocence. Poems (E. Grant Richards, London).
POETRY 181
And hunters were sulky and hounds out of By perilous paths in coomb and dell,
tune The heather, the rocks, and the river-bed,
Before we tufted the right stag forth, The pace grew hot, for the scent lay well,
Before we tufted him forth, And a runnable stag goes right ahead,
The stag of warrant, the wily stag, The quarry went right ahead
The runnable stag with his kingly crop, Ahead, ahead, and fast and far;
Brow, bay and tray and three on top, His antlered crest, his cloven hoof,
The royal and runnable stag. Brow, bay and tray and three aloof,
The stag, the runnable stag.
It was Bell-of-the-North and Tinkerman's
Pup For a matter of twenty miles and more,
That stuck to the scent till the copse was
drawn. By the densest hedge and the highest wall,
Through herds of bullocks he baffled the lore
"Tally ho! tally ho!" and the hunt was up,
Of harbourer, huntsmen, hounds and all,
The tufters whipped and the pack laid on,
Of harbourer, hounds and all
The resolute pack laid on,
The stag of warrant, the wily stag,
And the stag of warrant away at last,
For twenty miles, and five and five,
The runnable stag, the same, the same,
He ran, and he never was caught alive,
His hoofs on fire, his horns like flame
This stag, this runnable stag.
A stag, a runnable stag.
"Let yDur gelding be: if you check or chide When he turned at bay in the leafy gloom,
He stumbles at once and you're out of the In the emerald gloom where the brook ran
hunt; deep,
For th *ee hundred gentlemen, able to ride, He heard in the distance the rollers boom,
On mnters accustomed to bear the brunt, And he saw in a vision of peaceful sleep,
Ace astomed to bear the brunt, In a wonderful vision of sleep,
A^-e after the runnable stag, the stag, A stag of warrant, a stag, a stag,
T le runnable stag with his kingly crop, A runnable stag in a jewelled bed,
B ow, bay and
%
The Hens
Three hundred gentlemen, able to ride,
Three hundred horses as gallant and free, The night was coming very fast;
Beheld him escape on the evening tide, It reached the gate as I ran past.
Far out till he sank in the Severn Sea,
Till he sank in the depths of the sea
The pigeons had gone to the tower of the
The stag, the buoyant stag, the stag church
That slept at last in a jewelled bed And all the hens were on their perch,
Under the sheltering ocean spread,
The stag, the runnable stag. Up in the barn, and I thought I heard
A piece of a little purring word.
49
I stopped inside, waiting and staying,
Dorothy Aldis To try to hear what the hens were saying.
Blum
They were asking something, that was plain,
Dog means dog, Asking it over and over again.
And cat means cat;
And there are lots One of them moved and turned around,
Of words like that. Her feathers made a ruffled sound,
A a cart
cart's A ruffled sound, like a bushful of birds,
To pull or shove, And she said her little asking words.
A plate's a plate
To eat off of. She pushed her head close into her wing,
But nothing answered anything.
But there are other
Words I say
51
When I am left
Alone to play.
The Riddling Knight
49. From Dorothy Aldis, Here, There and 50. From Elizabeth Madox Roberts, Under the
Every where (Putnam, 1927). Tree (Viking, 1950).
POETRY 183
The second sister made his bed, "Or what is longer nor the way,
Jennifer, Gentle, and Rosemary, Jennifer, Gentle, and Rosemary,
And placed soft pillows under his head, Or what is deeper nor the sea?
As the dew flies over the mulberry -tree. As the dew flies over the mulberry -tree."
The youngest sister that same night, "O shame is louder nor a horn,
Jennifer, Gentle, and Rosemary, Jennifer, Gentle, and Rosemary,
Was resolved for to wed wi' this valiant And hunger is sharper nor a thorn,
knight, As the dew flies over the mulberry -tree.
As the dew flies over the mulberry -tree.
"O sin is heavier nor the lead,
"And if you can answer questions three, Jennifer, Gentle, and Rosemary,
Jennifer, Gentle, and Rosemary, The blessing's better nor the bread,
O then, fair maid, I'll marry wi' thee, As the dew flies over the mulberry -tree.
As the dew flies over the mulberry -tree.
"O the wind is longer nor the way,
"O what louder nor a horn,
is Jennifer, Gentle, and Rosemary,
Jennifer, Gentle, and Rosemary,
O what is sharper than a thorn?
As the dew flies over the mulberry-tree.
Illustrat on by Nonny Hogrogian. From The Kitchen Knight by Barbara Schiller. Illustrated by Nonny Hogrogian.
Copyrig it 1965 by Barbara Schiller. Copyright 1965 by Nonny Hogrogian. Reproduced by permission of Holt,
Rinehar and Winston, Publishers.
184 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
First Witch.
52 Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
David McCord
The Shell 57
58
William Shakespeare
59
Allan Cunningham
A wet sheet and a flowing sea
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, Illustration by Charles Keeping. Reprinted by permis-
A wind that follows fast sion of Wm. Collins and World Publishing Co., Inc.,
from The Poet's Tales edited by William Cole and
And fills the white and rustling sail illustrated by Charles Keeping. Illustration copyright
And bends the gallant mast; 1971 by Charles Keeping.
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While
like the eagle free And lightning in yon cloud;
Away the good ship flies, and leaves But hark the music, mariners!
Old England on the lee. The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys,
O for a soft and gentle wind !
The lightning flashes free
I heard a fair one cry; While the hollow oak our palace is,
There's tempest in yon horned moon, During the strike, the ponies were brought up
From their snug stables, some three hundred
58. From Love's Labour's Lost, Act V, Scene II. feet
POETRY 187
Below the surface up the pit's main shaft Still circling in a crazy chase; and dawn
Shot one by one into the light of day; Found them streaming raggedly around,
still
And as each stepped, bewildered, from the Tailing into a lagging cantering,
cage, And so to a stumbling trot: when gradually,
He stood among his fellows, shivering Dropping out one by one, they started crop-
In the unaccustomed freshness of free air, ping
His dim eyes dazzled by the April light. The dew-dank tender grass, which no foul
And then one suddenly left the huddled reek
group, From the long idle pit now smirched, and
Lifted his muzzle, snuffed the freshness in, drinking
Pawed the soft turf and, whinneying, started With quivering nostrils the rich living breath
trotting Of sappy growing things, the cool rank green
Across the field; and one by one his fellows Grateful to eyes, familiar from their colthood
With pricking ears each slowly followed him, Only with darkness and the dusty glimmer
Timidly trotting: when the leader's trot Of lamplit galleries . . .
Of Seeing
63
Eve Merriam
Winter Alphabet
Bare branches of trees
brush strokes of Chinese pictograms
marking the parchment sky.
On the ground
Queen Anne's lace brown shriveled
Egyptian hieroglyphs
waiting to be deciphered.
64
62
(five or six years old)
Rachel Field peering from some high
68
The binocular owl,
fastened to a limb
Elizabeth Madox Roberts like a lantern
all night long,
Firefly
sees where all
A Song the other birds sleep:
towhee under leaves,
A little light is going by, titmouse deep
Is going up to see the sky,
A little light with wings. in a twighouse,
sapsucker gripped
Inever could have thought of it, toa knothole lip,
To have a little bug all lit redwing in the reeds,
And made to go on wings.
swallow in the willow,
69 oak
flicker in the
but cannot see poor
Maxine W. Kumin whip-poor-will
The Presence
under the hill
Something went crabwise in deadbrush nest,
across the snow this morning. who's awake, too
Something went hard and slow with stricken eye
over our hayfield.
It could have been a raccoon flayed by the moon
lugging a knapsack, her brindled breast
it could have been a porcupine repeats, repeats, repeats its plea
carrying a tennis racket, for cruelty.
it could have been something
68. From Elizabeth Madox Roberts, Under the 70. From May Swenson, To Mix with Tinu
Tree (Viking, 1950). (Scribner, 1963).
69. From Maxine W. Kumin, The Nightmare 71. From Vachel Lindsay, Collected Poemi
Factory (Harper & Row, 1969). (Macmillan, 1923).
POETRY 191
72
Edward Thomas
The Cherry Trees
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are
dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wed-
ding
This early May morn when there is none to
wed.
73
Maxine W. Kumin
Unless the slave were dressed in style, The maple's little used-up bells are dropping
Unless the slave were dressed in style and the new leaves are now unpacking,
And ki elt before her all the while still wearing their dime-store lacquer,
Mew, mew, mew. still cramped and wet from the journey.
It calls and calls: all the air swells and measuring tapes, dark
heaves with white lines.
74. From Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's 77. From A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II,
Garden of Verses. Scene II.
76. From Randall Jarrell, The Bat Poet (Mac- 78. From May Swenson, Poems to Solve (Scrib-
millan, 1964). ner, 1966).
POETRY 193
Sometimes you can see a five-eyed thanks a heap for the rocks.
one, with a red eye turning
the hard bodies are they Half the sharp seeds have fallen from this
their guts or their brains?
tumbler,
Knocked out for good by head-stands and
pratfalls
Between here and wherever it grew up.
I carry it in the wind across the road
79
To the other fence. It jerks in my hands,
Myra Cohn Livingston Butts backward, corkscrews, lunges and
swivels,
Only a Little Litter
Then yaws away as soon as it's let go,
Hopping the scrub uphill a kicked
like
Hey moonface,
man-in-the-moonface, maverick.
The air goes hard and straight through the
do you wires and weeds.
like the way
we left your place?
Here comes another, flopping among the
sage.
can you stand the view
of footprints on you?
81
is itfun to stare
at the flags up there? Edward Dorn
84
Walter de la Mare
The Snowflake
Before I melt,
82
Come, look at me!
Ann Nolan Clark This lovely icy filigree!
Of a great forest
Yucca In one night
I make a wilderness
Yucca Of white:
Growing
So tall,
By skyey cold
Of crystals made,
Like candles;
All softly, on
So white,
Your finger laid,
Like candles;
I pause, that you
With a flower
For light.
My beauty see:
Breathe, and I vanish
Instantly.
We twist your little leaves
Into strings of thread;
We knot your strong stems 85
Into rope.
We weave your fibers Valerie Worth
Into mats and baskets;
We Cat
pound your roots
For soap to make us clean. The spotted cat hops
Up to a white radiator-cover
Yucca, As warm as summer, and there,
Tall, white Yucca,
You make 83. From Thomas Hardy, Collected Poems
my
heart sing
With your beauty. (Macmillan, 1925).
84. From Walter de la Mare, Bells and Grass
(Viking, 1942).
82. From Ann Nolan Clark, In My Mother's 85. From Valerie Worth, Small Poems (Farrar,
House (Viking, 1969). Straus & Giroux, 1972).
POETRY 195
Between pots of green leaves growing, But when he brushes up against a screen.
By a window of cold panes showing We are afraid of what our eyes have seen:
Silver of snow thin across the grass,
For something is amiss or out of place
She settles slight neat muscles When mice with wings can wear a human
Smoothly down within face.
Her comfortable fur,
86 Visible, invisible,
a fluctuating charm
Walter de la Mare an amber-tinctured amethyst
Silver
inhabits it, your arm
approaches and it opens
Slowly, silently, now the moon and it closes; you had meant
Walks the night in her silver shoon; to catch it and it quivers;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees you abandon your intent.
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log, 89
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts Judith Wright
peep Egrets
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by, Once as I travelled through a quiet evening,
I saw a pool, jet-black and mirror still.
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam, Beyond, the slender paperbarks stood crowd-
By silver reeds in a silver stream. ing;
each on its own white image looked its fill,
and nothing moved but thirty egrets wad-
ing
87 a quiet evening.
thirty egrets in
Theocore Roethke
Once in a lifetime, lovely past believing,
The Bat your lucky eyes may light on such a pool.
As though for many years I had been waiting,
By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
I watched in silence, till my heart was full
He like s the attic of an aging house.
of clear dark water, and white trees unmov-
ing,
His finders make a hat about his head.
and, whiter yet, those egrets wading.
His pu se beat is so slow we think him dead.
87. From The Collected Poems of Theodore
He loo] is in crazy figures half the night Roethke (Doubleday, 1963).
Among the trees that face the corner light. 88. From The Complete Poems of Marianne
Moore (Viking, 1957).
86. F com Walter de la Mare, Peacock Pie (Holt, 89. From Judith Wright, Birds (Angus & Robert-
1912). son Ltd.).
1% THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
91
Ron Loewinsohn
93
It Is an Outfielder
Dylan Thomas
For N. H.
postmen
The playground is so filled with kids
With sprinkling eyes and wind-cherried
that their games overlap, the
noses, on spread, frozen feet they crunched
outfielders of one game
up to the doors and mittened on them man-
standing on the basepaths of the opposite
fully . . .
Manhole Covers
The beauty of manhole covers what of And the cold postman, with a rose on
that? his button-nose, tingled down the teatray-
Like medals struck by a great khan, slithered run of the chilly glinting hill. He
went in his ice-bound boots like a man on
90. From Christina Rossetti, Sing-Song; a fishmonger's slabs. He wagged his bag like a
Nursery Rhyme Book, and Other Poems for Chil- frozen camel's hump, dizzily turned the cor-
dren (Macmillan, 1924).
91. From Ron Loewinsohn, Meat Azr(Harcourt,
ner on one foot, and, by God, he was gone.
1970).
92. From Karl Shapiro, Selected Poems (Ran- 93. From Dylan Thomas, Conversation about
dom House). Christmas (New Directions, 1954).
POETRY 197
Of Moving
95 96
Randall Jarrell
The trees trample me.
The sun has set.
The Chipmunk's Day The trees walk on.
In and out the bushes, up the ivy,
Into the hole
99
By the old oak stump, the chipmunk flashes.
Up the pole Edith Sitwell
In that airy
Quietness
Iwould dream
As long as they:
Through the quiet
Sunniness
Iwould stray
Away
And brood,
All among
The heather spray,
In a sunny by Antonio Frasconi. Illustrations copyright
Illustration
would think
I Margaret K. McElderry Book). Used by permission of
Atheneum Publishers.
Until I found
Over the pavements But, though tea may be late or the milk be
Her feet go clack sour,
Her legs are as tall She is never late.
As a chimney stack;
And presently her agate eyes
Her fingers flicker Take a soft large milky haze,
Like snakes in the air, And her independent casual glance
The walls split open Becomes a stiff hard gaze.
At her green-eyed stare;
Then she stamps her claws or lifts her ears
Her voice is thin Or twists her tail or begins to stir,
As the ghosts of bees; Till suddenly all her lithe body becomes
She will crumble your bones, One breathing trembling purr.
She will make your blood freeze.
The children eat and wriggle and laugh;
Spin a coin, spin a coin, The two old ladies stroke their silk:
All fall down; But the cat is grown small and thin with
Queen Nefertiti desire,
Stalks through the town. Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.
The little caterpillar creeps She nestles over the shining rim,
Awhile before in silk it sleeps. Buries her chin in the creamy sea;
It sleeps awhile before it flies, Her tail hangs loose; each drowsy paw
And flies awhile before it dies, Is doubled under each bending knee.
And that's the end of three good tries.
Illustration by Deborah Ray. From Frog, Frog, Frog, by Robert Welber, illustrated by Deborah Ray. Copyright 1974 by
Deborah Ray. Reprinted by permission of Pantheon Books, a Division of Random House, Inc.
113. From Nikki Giovanni, Spin a Soft Black 1 14. From Selected Poems of Pablo Neruda; ed.
Song (Hill& Wang, 1971). and trans, by Ben Belitt (Grove Press, 1961).
POETRY 205
his infinite.
birth again,
make himself
monslrous
Oda al buzo
and tentative,
displace himself Salid el hombre de goma
fearfully, de los mares.
grow wise
in his slothful Sentado
mobil ty, like parecia
an un ierseas rey
moon redondo
Even del agua,
his th nking pulpo
must nerge secreto
with the water: y gordo,
he harvests talle
inimic al tronchado
fruits, stalactites, de invisible alga.
206 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Of Thinking
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive 115. From Leaves of Grass.
by Cha 'les
Keeping. Illustra-
tions c
Dpyright 1971 by
Charles Keeping.
208 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
To me every hour of the light and dark is a tongues and trick you,
miracle, tiny seeds or
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, burs that prick you,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth quick as magic,
is spread with the same . . .
sly as elves,
To me the sea is a continual miracle, weeds take care of
The fishes that swim the rocks the mo- weeds themselves.
tion of the waves the ships with men
in them,
118
What stranger miracles are there?
H. W. Longfellow
116 The tide rises, the tide falls
quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, A poem of the Central Eskimo.
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum
Names that never belong to more than one I want to laugh, I, because my sledge it is
cat. broken.
But above and beyond there's still one name Because its ribs are broken I want to laugh.
left over, Here at Talaviuyaq I encountered hummocky
And that is the name that you never will ice, I met with an upset.
guess; I want to laugh. It is not a thing to rejoice
The name that no human research can over.
discover
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will
never confess. 123
When you notice a cat in profound medita-
tion,
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
Winter
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the The frost is here,
thought of his name: And fuel is dear,
Kis ineffable effable And woods are sear,
I ffanineffable. And fires burn clear,
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
121. From Paul Blackburn, The Cities (Grove
Press, 1967).
122. FromSongs of the Dream People; Chants
and Images from the Indians and Eskimos of
120. From T. S. Eliot, Old Possum's Book of North America; ed. by James Houston (Atheneum,
Practu al Cats (Harcourt, 1939). 1972).
210 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or their only pictures framed by what they
win if you know how many you had before know:
you lost or won. I think around them rise a riches and a loss
Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children too equal for their chart but absolutely tall.)
swer is wrong and you have to start all over reduplication of mirage, flat evening:
and try again and see how it comes out this a kind of ritual for the wavering.
time.
If you take a number and double it and double The earth says where you live wear the kind
it again and then double it a few more of color that your life (gray shirt for me)
is
number gets bigger and bigger
times, the and by listening with the same bowed head
and goes higher and higher and only arith- that sings
metic can tell you what the number is draw all into one song, join
when you decide to quit doubling. the sparrow on the lawn, and row that easy
Arithmetic is where you have to multiply way, the rage without met by the wings
and you carry the multiplication table in within that guide you anywhere the wind
your head and hope you won't lose it. blows.
If you have two animal crackers, one good
and one bad, and you eat one and a striped Listening, I think that's what the earth says.
zebra with streaks over him eats the
all
Illustration by Peter Parnall. Illustration copyright 1972 by Peter Parnall from The Fireside Book of Birds
and Beasts by Jane Yolen. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Children's Book Division.
130 131
I thinkI could turn and live with animals, It's a very odd thing
they are so placid and self-contained; As odd as can be
I stand and look at them long and long. That whatever Miss T. eats
They do not sweat and whine about their Turns into Miss T.;
condition; Porridge and apples,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep Mince, muffins, and mutton,
for their sins; Jam, junket, jumbles
They do not make me sick discussing their Not a rap, not a button
duty to God; Itmatters; the moment
Not one is dissatisfied not one is demented They're out of her plate,
with the mania of owning things; Though shared by Miss Butcher
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that And sour Mr. Bate;
lived thousands of years ago; Tiny and cheerful,
Not one is respectable or industrious over the And neat as can be,
whole earth. Whatever Miss T. eats
Turns into Miss T.
Poetry
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are 133
important beyond all this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt
A. R. Ammons
for it, one discovers that there is in
Needs
it after all, a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp, eyes I want something suited to my special needs
that can dilate, hair that can rise I want chrome hubcaps, pin-on attachments
if it must, these things are important not and year round use year after year
because a I want a workhorse with smooth uniform cut,
turf tires
eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a I want an inch of foam rubber inside a vinyl
roll, a tireless wolf under
covering
a tree, the immovable critic, twitching his and especially if it's not too much, if I
skin like a horse can deserve it, even if I can't pay for it
that fells a flea, the base- I want to mow while riding
ball fan, the statistician
nor is it valid
to discriminate against "business docu- 134
ments and
school all these phenomena are
books": Robert Frost
One must make a distinction
important.
However: when dragged into prominence by Come In
hali poets, the result is not poetry, As I came to the edge of the woods,
nor tiltthe poets among us can be Thrush music hark!
"litcralists of Now if it was dusk outside,
the imagination" above Inside it was dark.
insc lence and triviality and can present
The dark in the woods for a bird
for in jpection, imaginary gardens with real By sleight of wing
toac s in them, shall we have To better its perch for the night,
it. In the meantime, if you demand on one Though it still could sing.
hand,
133. From A. R. Ammons, Collected Poems
the ra # material of poetry in
(Norton, 1972).
132. From Marianne Moore, Collected Poems 134. From Complete Poems of Robert Frost
(Macm llan, 1957). (Holt, 1969).
214 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
The last of the light of the sun Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother;
That had died in the west the towered-up cities
Still lived for one song more Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
In a thrush's breast. Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time,
kind rains will cure them,
Far in the pillared dark Then nothing will remain of the iron age
Thrush music went And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a
Almost like a call to come in poem
To the dark and lament. Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of
glass
But no, I was out for stars: In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off
I would not come in. in the mountain .
Samuel Allen
135
To Satch
Edwin Arlington Robinson Sometimes I feel like I will never stop
A Mighty Runner Just go on forever
Tillone fine mornin'
Nicarchus I'm gonna reach up and grab me a handfulla
stars
The day when Charmus ran with five
In Arcady, as I'm alive,
Throw out my long lean leg
He came in seventh "Five and one
And whip three hot strikes burnin' down the
Lightly, lightly, on slender knees They see this, and put down
He turns, lost in a dream of trees. Their long heads deeper in grass
Apples are slow to find this day, That only just escapes reflecting them
Someone has stolen the best away.
Still, some remain before the snow, As the dreams of a millpond would.
A few, trembling on boughs so low The color green flees over the grass
A horse can reach them, small and sweet: Like an insect, following the red sun over
And some are tumbling to her feet.
The next hill. The grass is white.
Too soon, a man will scatter them, There is no cloud so dark and white at once;
Although I do not know his name, There is no pool at dawn that deepens
His age, or how he came to own
A horse, an apple tree, a stone. Their faces and thirsts as this does.
I let those horses in to steal Now they are feeding on solid
On principle, because I feel Cloud, and, one by one,
Like half a horse myself, although
Too soon, too soon, already. Now. With nails as silent as stars among the wood
Hewed down years ago and now rotten,
The stalls are put up around them.
139
Now if they lean, they come
On wood on any side. Not touching it, they
Wilfrid Gibson sleep.
No beast ever lived who understood
Luck
What brings you, sailor, home from the What happened among the sun's fields,
A new jack-knife was all I had; On his four taxed, worthy legs.
Each thinks he awakens where
And I've sailed for fifty years and three
To the coasts of gold and ivory:
The sun black on the rooftop,
is
140
To pretend to sleep when led,
139 From Collected Poems 1905-1925 by Wil- 140. From James Dickey, Poems 1957-1967
frid G bson (Macmillan). (Wesleyan University Press, 1967).
216 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Of Venturing
141 142
But oh! and alas! we lost one man and drunk from his bottle-cap watering-
Now when the news to our captain came As his head; his bat-like ears
He called up all his crew, Twitching, tilting toward the least sound.
And for the losing of that man
' '
,--
The turtle gasping in the dusty rubble of the Something much better than words between
highway, me
The paralytic stunned in the tub, and the And Nicholas Nye.
water rising,
All things innocent, hapless, forsaken. But dusk would come in the apple boughs,
The green of the glow-worm shine,
The birds in nest would crouch to rest,
And home I'd trudge to mine;
145 And there, in the moonlight, dark with dew,
Walter de la Mare Asking not wherefore nor why,
Would brood like a ghost, and as still as a
Nicholas Nye post,
Old Nicholas Nye.
and darnel and dock grew there,
Thistle
And a bush, in a corner, of may;
On the orchard wall I used to sprawl
In the blazing heat of the day; 146
Half asleep and half awake,
While the birds went twittering by, Donald Finkel
And nobody there my lone to share
But Nicholas Nye.
Hunting Song
The fox he came lolloping, lolloping,
Nicholas Nye was lean and grey, Lolloping. His eyes were bright,
His ears were high.
Lame of a leg and old,
More than a score of donkey's years
He was like death at the end of a string
He had seen since he was foaled; When he came to the hollow
He munched the thistles, purple and Log. He ran in one side
spiked,
Would sometimes stop and sigh,
And out of the other. O
And turn his head, as if he
He was sly.
said,
"Poor Nicholas Nye!"
The hounds they came tumbling, tumbling,
Tumbling. Their heads were low,
Alone with his shadow he'd drowse in the Their eyes were red. .
145. From Walter de la Mare, Peacock Pie 146. From Donald Finkel, The Clothing's New
(Knopf, 1912). Emperor (Scribner, 1955).
POETRY 219
and which
you were probably
saving
147 for breakfast
Malcolm Cowley
Forgive me
Tumbling Mustard they were delicious
so sweet
Born in a fence-corner, and so cold
raised in a coulee,
wedded in Nebraska,
parted on the Sound:
They call me Tumbling Mustard, "Hey Tum-
bling Mustard, what's your business, listen
Buddy, where are you bound?"
Monday in Omaha,
149
Tuesday in Dakota,
one day in Memphis, Nell Flaherty's Drake
three in Allentown:
Mud roads and stony roads, concrete and My name it is Nell, right candid I tell,
macadam, she would never leave me if I And I live near a dell I ne'er will deny,
would settle down. I had a large drake, the truth for to spake,
My grandfather left me when
going to die;
Columbine and larkspur, He was merry and sound, and would weigh
peony and dahlia, twenty pound,
cornflower, mayflower, The universe round would I rove for his
each has its place: sake.
I am the tumble-weed that rolls across the prai- Bad luck to the robber, be he drunken or
147. From Malcolm Cowley, Blue Juanita; Col- 148. From William Carlos Williams, Collected
lected Poems (Viking, 1968). Earlier Poems (New Directions, 1938).
220 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
This dear little fellow, his legs they were May he roar, howl, and shout with a horrid
yellow, toothache,
He could fly like a swallow, or swim like a May his temple wear horns and his toes carry
hake, corns,
But some wicked habbage, to grease his The wretch that murdered Nell Flaherty's
white cabbage, drake.
Has murdered Nell Flaherty's beautiful
drake !
May his dog yelp and howl with both hunger
andcold,
May his pig never grunt, may his cat never May his wife always scold till his brains go
hunt, astray.
That a ghost may him haunt in the dark of May the curse of each hag, that ever carried a
the night. bag,
May his hens never lay, may his horse never Light down on the wag till his head it turns
neigh, gray.
May his goat fly away like an old paper kite; May monkeys still bite him, and mad dogs
May his duck never quack, may his goose be affright him,
turned black And every one slight him, asleep or awake.
And pull down his stack with her long May wasps ever gnaw him, and jackdaws
yellow beak. ever claw him,
May the scurvey and itch never part from the The monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's
britch drake.
Of the wretch that murdered Nell Flaher-
ty's drake! But the only good news I have to diffuse,
Is of Peter Hughes and Paddy McCade,
May his rooster ne'er crow, may his bellows And crooked Ned Manson, and big-nosed Bob
not blow, Hanson,
Nor potatoes to grow may he never have Each one had a grandson of my beautiful
none drake.
May his cradle not rock, may his chest have Oh! my bird he has dozens of nephews and
no lock, cousins,
May his wife have no frock for to shade her And one I must have, or my heart it will
backbone. break.
That the bugs and the fleas may this wicked To keep my mind easy, or else I'll run crazy,
wretch tease, And so ends the song of my beautiful drake.
And a piercing north breeze make him
tremble and shake.
May a four-years'-old bug build a nest in the
lug
Of the monster that murdered Nell
150
Flaherty's drake.
T. S. Eliot
May his pipe never smoke, may his tea-pot be
broke, Macavity: The Mystery Cat
And to add to the joke may his kettle not
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the
boil; Hidden Paw
May he be poorly fed till the hour he is dead. For he's the master criminal who can defy the
May he always be fed on lobscouse and fish Law.
oil.
May he swell with the gout till his grinders 150. From T. S. Eliot, Old Possum's Book of
fall out, Practical Cats (Harcourt, 1939).
POETRY 221
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macav-
Flying Squad's despair: ity's not there!
For when they reach the scene of crime
Macavity's not there! And when the Foreign Office find a Trea-
gone astray,
ty's
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and draw-
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like ings by the way,
Macavity, There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or
He's broken every human law, he breaks the on the stair
law of gravity. But it's useless to investigate Macavity's
His powers of levitation would make a fakir not there!
stare, And when the loss has been disclosed, the
And when you reach the scene of crime Secret Service say:
Macavity's no.tthere! "It must have been Macavity!" but he's a
You may seek him in the basement, you may mile away.
look up in the air You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking
But I tell you once and once again, Macav- of his thumbs,
ity's not there! Or engaged in doing complicated long divi-
sion sums.
Peke's been stifled, His hat was throwed back and his spurs were
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the a-jinglin',
trellis past repair As he approached me a-singin' this song:
222 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Oh, you'llbe soup for Uncle Sam's Injuns; I'd rather be in my den O!
"It's beef, heap beef," I hear them cry. Den O! Den O!
Git along, git along, git along, little dogies, Said the fox, That is very pretty music, still
The fox went back to his hungry den, "Now ever alack, my master dear,
And his dear little foxes, eight, nine, ten; I fear a deadly storm!
Quoth they, Good daddy, you must go there
again, "Isaw the new moon, late yestreen,
If you bring such good cheer from the farm O! With the auld moon in her arm ;
O up and spake an eldern knight, And long, long may the maidens sit,
Sate at the king's right knee Wi' the goud combs in their hair,
"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor All waiting for their own dear loves
That ever sailed the sea." For them they'll see no mair.
"Mak( ready, make ready, my merry men all! 154. From E. V. Rieu, The Flattered Flying
Oui good ship sails the morn." Fish and Other Poems (Dutton, 1962).
224 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Your elbow brushed it off the shelf? For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done
Of course: I've done the same myself. wrong.
And now, my dear Sir Smasham Oh,
You surely don't intend to go? 'I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy'
You must be off? Well, come again. These words he did say as I boldly stepped by.
So glad you're fond of porcelain. 'Come sit down beside me and hear my sad
story,
I am shot in the breast and I know I must die.
'It was once in the saddle I used to go dash- four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
ing, the merry deer ran before.
It was once in the saddle I used to go gay
First to the dram-house and then to the card- dreams
Fleeter be they than dappled
house, the swift sweet deer
Got shot in the breast and I am dying to-day. the red rare deer.
said;
riding the mountain down
returned his soul had departed, into the silver dawn.
Before I
Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the And then to awake, and the farm, like a
wanderer white
apple boughs
About the house and happy as the With the dew, come back, the cock on his
lilting
shoulder: it was all
grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry, Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
Time let me hail and climb The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the
Golden in the heydays of his eyes, simple light
And honoured among wagons I was prince of In the first, spinning place, the spellbound
And green and golden I was huntsman and that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such
herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked morning songs
clear and cold, Before the children green and golden
And the sabbath rang slowly Follow him out of grace,
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely time would take me
the hay Up to the swallow thronged loft by the
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the shadow of my hand,
chimneys, it was air In the moon that is always rising,
Anc playing, lovely and watery Nor that riding to sleep
And fire green as grass. I should hear him fly with the high fields
Anc nightly under the simple stars And wake to the farm forever fled from the
As I r )de to sleep the owls were bearing the childless land.
farm away, Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of
his means,
158 From Dylan Thomas, Collected Poems Time held me green and dying
(New Directions, 1954). Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
228 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
159 161
William Blake
A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:
162
I told wrath, my wrath did end.
my
I was angry with my foe: Paul Blackburn
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
The Yawn
And I water'd it in fears, The black-haired girl
Night and morning with my tears; with the big
And I sunned it with smiles, brown
And with soft deceitful wiles. eyes
on the Queens train coming
And itgrew both day and night, in to work, so
Till bore an apple bright;
it
opens her mouth so beautifully
And my foe beheld it shine, wide
And he knew that it was mine, in a ya-aawn, that
two stops after she has left the train
And into my garden stole I have only to think of her and I
When the night had veiled the pole: o-oh-aaaww-hm
In the morning glad I see wow !
1961-j967(Eobbs-MerrHl, 1969).
Find me a good luck town.
165 From Selected Writings of Juan Ramon
Jimeii'z, tr. by H. R. Hays (Farrar, Straus & 166. From Counter Measures; A Magazine of
Giroux 1957). Rime, Meter and Song, No. 2, 1973.
230 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
167 170
Long life, and gentle death and then There is a rabbit in a snare:
May they on heavenly meadows browse, Now I hear the cry again,
Breathing sweet breath into sweet grass, But I cannot tell from where.
Fragrance to fragrance, even as when
I see them daily where I pass But I cannot tell from where
On the sweet upland pasture browse; He is calling out for aid;
My blessing on the patient cows. Crying on the frightened air,
Making everything afraid,
168
Making everything afraid
Ted Joans Wrinkling up his little face,
As he cries again for aid;
Watermelon And I cannot find the place!
Its got a good shape/the outside color is
green/its one of them foods from Africa
And I cannot find the place
its got stripes sometimes like a zebra or Flor-
Where his paw is in the snare;
ida prison pants Little one! Oh, little one!
Its bright red inside/the black eyes are flat
I am searching everywhere.
and shiney/it wont make you fat
171
Its got heavy liquid weight/the sweet taste is
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
172
Emily Dickinson
A thought went up my mind
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before, Illustration by Edward Ardizzone from How the Moon
But did not finish, some way back, Began by James Reeves, copyright 1971 by James Reeves
I could not fix the year, and Edward Ardizzone, reproduced by permission of
Abelard-Schuman, publisher.
my wish
could have whisk look out for the old woman
my wish ... O to be a dragon, with the wart on her nose
a symbol of the power of Heaven of silk- what she'll do to yer
worm nobody knows
size or immense; at times invisible.
Felicitous phenomenon! for she knows the devil ooch
the devil ouch
the devil
177
ach the great
Elizabeth Coatsworth
181. From Ezra Pound, Personae (New Direc- 182. From Humbert Wolfe, Kensington Gar-
tions, 1 526). dens (Doubleday).
234 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
A *'*
*^
**** r^ \. Tr J. >" '* \ ^> -.- *-*
Illustration by Andre Francois. From Little Boy Brown by Isobel Harris. Copyright 1949 by
Isobel Harris and Andre Francois. Reproduced by permission of J. B. Lippincott Company.
POETRY 235
A Memory
turned on their hoses
and all the kids ran out in it Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
in the middle of the street A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing:
and there were What a little thing
To remember for years
maybe a couple dozen of us To remember with tears!
out there
with the water squirting up 185
to the
Bert Leston Taylor
188
Black like the depths of my Africa. how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
Of Believing
191 192
191 . From American Negro Poetry; ed. by Arna 192. From Mary Austin, Children Sing in the
Bonten ps (Hill & Wang, 1945). Far West (Houghton Mifflin).
238 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
193 194
daddy says the world is All things counter, original, spare, strange;
a drum tight and hard
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows
and i told him
how?)
i'm gonna beat
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle,
out my own rhythm
dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past
197 change: Praise Him.
203 204
I
May, I
Might, I Must A Red, Red Rose
If you will tell me why the fen I
Ill
IV
205
Langston Hughes
Youth
We have tomorrow
Bright before us
Like a flame.
Yesterday
A night-gone thing,
A sun-down name.
And dawn-today
Broad arch above the road we came.
IllustratDn by Leo and Diane Dillon. From Gassire's
Lute, nslated and adapted by Alta Jablow; illustrated
tr;
We march!
by Leo nd Diane Dillon. Illustrations copyright by Leo
<
and Dia e Dillon. Used by permission of the publishers 205. From Langston Hughes, The Dream Keep-
E. P. Du ton & Co., Inc. er (Knopf).
242 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
206
Emily Dickinson
I never saw a moor
Inever saw a moor,
Inever saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
207
John Updike
Hoeing
I sometimes fear the younger generation will
be deprived
of the pleasures of hoeing;
there is no knowing
how many souls have been formed by this
simple exercise.
The dry earth like a great scab breaks, reveal- Illustration by Rocco Negri. Taken from The Son of the
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And both that morning equally lay
And sorry I could not travel both In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
206. From The Poems of Emily Dickinson; ed. Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
by Martha Dickinson Bianchi and Alfred Leete I doubted if I should ever come back.
Hampson (Little, Brown).
207. From John Updike, Telephone Poles and 208. From The Complete Poems of Robert
Other Poems (Knopf, 1963). Frost (Holt, 1969).
POETRY 243
I shall be telling this with a sigh When he's lived for fifty years or so
Somewhere ages and ages hence: His coat may have buttons all in a row.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by, If past three score and ten he's grown
And that has made all the difference. Two pockets he has for his very own.
209. From Edwin Muir, Collected Poems, 211. From Sara Teasdale, Stars To-night (Mac-
1921-l!>51 (Oxford, 1965). millan, 1930).
210. From Rachel Field, Poems (Macmillan, 212. From James Reeves, The Blackbird in the
1957). Lilac (Oxford, 1952).
244 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
But still as a sack the old soul lies And evening full of the linnet's wings.
And never a sound hears she.
I will ariseand go now, for always night
From corner to corner he runs about, and day
And into the cupboard he peeps; I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by
He rattles the door and bumps on the floor, the shore;
But still the old wife sleeps. While I stand on the roadway, or on the
pavements gray,
Jangle and bang go the pots and pans, I hear it in the deep heart's core.
As he throws them all around;
And the plates and mugs and dishes and jugs,
He flings them all to the ground.
Them's tidy big mice,' the old wife thinks, The huddled warmth of crowds
And off she goes to Hitchin, Begets and foster hate;
And a tidy big cat she fetches back He keeps, above the clouds,
To keep the mice from her kitchen. His cliff inviolate.
213
And herds to shelter run,
He sails above the storm,
William Butler Yeats He stares into the sun.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree If in the eagle's track
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, Your sinews cannot leap,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and Avoid the lathered pack,
wattles made; Turn from the steaming sheep.
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for
the honey bee, Ifyou would keep your soul
And live alone in the bee-loud glade. From spotted sight or sound,
Live like the velvet mole;
And shall have some peace there, for peace
I Go burrow under ground.
comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to And there hold intercourse
where the cricket sings; With roots of trees and stones,
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a With rivers at their source,
purple glow, And disembodied bones.
213. From William Butler Yeats, Collected 214. From Elinor Wylie, Collected Poems
Poems (Macmillan, 1934). (Knopf, 1932).
POETRY 245
216
Robert Frost
The Pasture
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
217
Richard Eberhart
218 Then God reached out and took the light in his
hands,
I know where I'm going
And God rolled the light around in his hands
I know where I'm going. Until he made the sun;
I know who's going with me, And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
I know who I love, And the light that was left from making the
But the dear knows who I'll marry. sun
God gathered it a shining ball
up in
have stockings of silk,
I'll And flung against
it the darkness,
Shoes of fine green leather, Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
Combs to buckle my braid, Then down between the darkness and the
And a ring for every finger. light
He hurled the world;
Feather beds are soft, And God said: That's good!
Painted rooms are bonny;
But I'd leave them all Then God himself stepped down
To go with my love Johnny. And the sun was on his right hand,
And the moon was on his left;
Some say he's dark, The stars were clustered about his head,
Isay he's bonny. And the earth was under his feet.
He's the flower of them all,
And God walked, and where he trod
My handsome, coaxing Johnny. His footsteps hollowed the valleys out
And bulged the mountains up.
I know where I'm going,
I know who's going with me, Then he stopped and looked and saw
I know who I love, That the earth was hot and barren.
But the dear knows who I'll marry. So God stepped over to the edge of the world
And he spat out the seven seas
He batted his eyes, and the lightnings
219 flashed
He clapped his hands, and the thunders
James Weldon Johnson rolled
And the waters above the earth came down,
The Creation
The cooling waters came down.
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said: Then the green grass sprouted,
I'm lonely And the little red flowers blossomed,
I'll make me a world. The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,
And the oak spread out his arms,
And far as the eye of God could see The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the
Darkness covered everything, ground,
Blacker than a hundred midnights And the rivers ran down to the sea;
Down in a cypress swamp. And God smiled again,
And the rainbow appeared,
Then God smiled, And curled itself around his shoulder.
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side, Then God raised his arm and he waved his
And the light stood shining on the other, hand
And God said: That's good! Over the sea and over the land,
219. From James Weldon Johnson, God's Trom- And he said: Bring forth! Bring forth!
bones (Viking, 1955). And quicker than God could drop his hand,
POETRY 247
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248 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
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Visually distinctive, this makes Spanish po-
Adshead, Gladys L., and Annis Duff, comps. Inher- etry available.
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Houghton Mifflin, 1948. (All ages) Bierhorst, John, ed. In the Trail of the Wind;
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testimony to the compilers' deep delight in po- designed by Jane Byars Bierhorst. Farrar, Straus
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with sympathy and beauty.
Agree, Rose H., sel. How to Eat a Poem & Other
Morsels; Food Poems for Children; illus. by Blishen, Edward, comp. Oxford Book of Poetry for
Peggy Wilson. Pantheon, 1967. (Grades 3-6) Children; illus. by Brian Wildsmith. Watts,
Traditional and other sources are used for a 1964. (Grades 1 up)
piquant volume.
An enticing collection of English poetry in-
tended to introduce children beyond nursery
Allen, Terry, ed.The Whispering Wind; Poetry by rhymes to serious poetry.
Young American Indians; introduction by Mae
J. Durham. Doubleday, 1972. (Grades 6 up)
Bogan, Louise, and William Jay Smith, comps. The
The statements by young Indians about their Golden Journey; Poems for Young People; illus.
heritage and their feelings show both a sense of by Fritz Kredel. Reilly & Lee, 1965. (All ages)
individual strength and a feeling of strong ties as
The discriminating selections of two well-
a people. known poets brings together poetry that is varied
and lively.
Arbuthnot, May Hill, and Shelton L. Root, Jr.,
Bontemps, Arna, ed. Hold Fast to Dreams; Poems
comps. Time for Poetry; illus. by Arthur Paul. Old and New. Follett, 1969. (All ages)
3rd general ed. Scott, Foresman, 1968. (Grades
A poet's collection of poems he "couldn't for-
1-6)
"A representative collection of poetry for chil- get." See also American Negro Poetry (Hill and
Wang, 1963); and Golden Slippers; an Antholo-
dren, to be used in the classroom, home, or
gy of Negro Poetry for Young Readers (Harper,
camp; especially planned for college classes in
children's literature; with a special section enti- 1941).
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America Forever New; a Book of Poems; draw-
Auslander, Joseph, and Frank Ernest Hill, comps. ings by Ann Grifalconi. Crowell, 1968. (Grades 5
Winged Horse Anthology. Doubleday, 1929. up)
(Grades 7-9) The people, the history, the landscape, the
A companion volume to The Winged Horse; cities, the land all are touched in a compilation
the Story of the Poets and Their Poetry, which marked with vigor.
includes the poems mentioned in this book. The
arrangement is chronological. Representative Brewton, Sara, John E. Brewton, and G. Meredith
selections illustrate the qualities that made each Blackburn III. My Tang's Tungled and Other
poet great. Ridiculous Situations; Humorous Poems.
Crowell, 1973. (Grades 2 up)
Baron, Virginia Olsen, ed. The Seasons of Time; Brief, and to the point laughter.
Tanka Poetry of Ancient Japan; illus. by Yasu-
hide Kobashi. Dial, 1968. (Grades 4 up) Canfield, Kenneth F. Selections from French Po-
Seasons, landscapes, the small miracles of etry; illus. by Tomi Ungerer. Harvey, 1965.
nature are kept fresh through the centuries. See (Grades 7 up)
also Sunset in a Spider Web; Sijo Poetry of Presented to kindle an interest in French po-
Ancient Korea (Holt, 1974). etry, this bilingual collection ranges from the 15th
century to the present.
Beerman, Miriam, ed. The Enduring Beast; illus.
by the author. Doubleday, 1972. (Grades 5 up) Carlisle, Olga Andreyev, and Rose Styron, eds.
A collection that reveals varying perceptions Modern Russian Poetry; by the editors;
tr. illus.
and feelings about animals. with photos. Viking, 1972. (Grades 6 up)
POETRY 249
Poetry of contemporary Russian poets is Jorge Encisco (Dover). Viking, 1971. (Grades 5
placed within the context of a biographical and up)
historical framework. The singular popularity of Poems from ancient ritual dance and ceremo-
poetry within the Soviet Union is discussed. ny.
"Every poem presented in this book is well
known in the USSR." De la Mare, Walter, ed. Come Hither; illus. by
Warren Chappell. 3rd ed., Knopf, 1957. (Grades
Causley, Charles, ed. Modern Ballads and Story 5 up)
Poems; drawings by Anne Netherwood. Watts, A distinguished collection loved by children
1964. (Grades 6 up) and adults, gathered by a poet whose own poems
Compelling in their drama and compressed have become classics in themselves. See also
power, these poems display the flexibility and Tom Tiddler's Ground (1962) for younger chil-
appeal of the story as a form. See also Dawn and dren.
Dusk; Poems of Our Time (1962).
Doob, Leonard W., ed. A Crocodile Has Me by the
Clark, Leonard, comp. All Along Down Along; a Leg; African Poems; illus. by Solomon Irein
Book of Stories in Verse; illus. by Pauline Wangboje. Walker, 1967. (Grades 4 up)
Baynes. Longman Young, 1971. (Grades 2-6) From Africa, from unknown poets, come
Humor and drama propel these rhythmic these lively responses to a great variety of
pieces. moods, emotions, and events.
Cole, William, sel.The Birds and the Beasts Were
Gregory, Horace, and Marya Zaturenska, eds. The
There; Animal Poems; woodcuts by Helen Siegl. Silver Swan: Poems of Romance and Mystery;
World, 1963. (Grades 4 up) wood engravings by Diana Bloomfield. Holt,
Infected with gaiety and compassion, these 1966. (Grades 6 up)
poems range from the mischievous and humor- This collaboration between two poets brings
ous to the tender and stricken: a supple, varied and fine discernment in selections
sensitivity
collection. See also / Went to the Animal Fair that surprise and delight. See also The Crystal
(1958), for very young children. Cabinet (1962).
Cole, William, ed. Humorous Poetry for Children;
Grigson, Geoffrey, comp. The Cherry Tree. Van-
illus.by Ervine Metzl. World, 1955. (Grades 3-8)
guard, 1962. (All ages)
As the author says in his introduction, this An imaginative, wide-ranging collection.
collection combines the two best things in the
world, laughter and poetry. See also Oh, How Grigson, Geoffrey, comp. Rainbows, Fleas and
Silly.'(Viking, 1970); Oh, What Nonsense! (Vi- Flowers; a Nature Anthology; decorated by
king, 1970); Poems for Seasons and Celebra- Glynn Thomas. John Baker (London), 1971.
tions (World, 1961); Poems of Magic and Spells (Grades 6 up)
(World, 1960); and The Poet's Tales: a New This compiler has an individual slant in his
Book of Story Poems (World, 1971). choices and a subtle perception. Consequently
his anthology holds surprises, variety, and
Cole, William, sel. Poems from Ireland; illus. by
William Stobbs. Crowell, 1972. (Grades 6 up) range.
Airanged alphabetically by the poets' last Hannum, Sara, and John Terry Chase, comps. To
names, this brings contemporary and past poets Play Man Number One; illus. by Erwin
together, and ends the collection, conveniently, Schachner. Atheneum, 1969.
with Yeats. The title and the mood are taken from Wallace
Stevens' The Man with the Blue Guitar; the
Colum, Padraic, ed. Roofs of Gold; Poems to Read
Aloud. Macmillan, 1964. (Grades 7 up) compilers have "sought to present a powerful
A personal anthology compiled by a distin- and imaginative collection of poems on the con-
dition of modern man." See also Lean Out of the
guished poet, storyteller, and critic.
Window (1665); and The Wind Is Round (1970).
Crofut, William. The Moon on the One Hand:
Poetry in Song; illus. by Susan Crofut, arrange- Hayden, Robert, ed. Kaleidoscope; Poems by
men by Kenneth Cooper and Glenn Shattuck.
s American Negro Poets. Harcourt, 1967. (Grades
Atheneum, 1975 (A Margaret K. McElderry 6 up)
Book). (Grades 4 up) The editor, a professor of English at Fisk
Ri ^ponding to fine poetry with music becomes University, is himself a poet.
a w; y of enjoying both. The emphasis in this
Hollander, John, and Harold Bloom, eds. The Wind
colle ;tion, which places the poem first and then
and the Rain; an Anthology of Poems for
the r msic, is on nature, animals, birds.
Young People. Doubleday, 1961. (Grades 6 up)
De Gei sz, 7-Wind; Poems from
Toni. 2-Rabbit, The close relationships of seasons with the
Ana ?nt Mexico Retold from Nahuatl Texts; rhythmic cycles in man are brought out in this
illus. from Design Motifs of Ancient Mexico by collection.
250 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Hopkins, Lee Bennett, sel. On Our Way; Poems of the Frog Are; an Assortment of Humorous Po-
Pride and Love; photos by David Parks. Knopf, etry and Verse (1973).
1974. (Grades 2-6)
Black poets speak of their pride and love. Livingston, Myra Cohn, ed. One Little Room, an
Everywhere; Poems of Love; illus. by Antonio
Houston, James, ed. Songs of the Dream People; Frasconi. Atheneum, 1975. (A Margaret K.
Chants and Images from the Indians and Eski- McElderry Book). (Grades 6 up)
mos of North America; illus. by the editor. Athe- The subtlety and complexity of emotion and
neum, 1972 (A Margaret K. McElderry Book). the universal qualities of love emerge from this
(Grades 4 up) collection.
Simple eloquence, direct and compressed,
characterize this collection. Livingston, Myra Cohn, ed. A Tune Beyond Us; a
Collection of Poetry; illus. by James J. Span-
Howard, Coralie, sel. The First Book of Short feller. Harcourt, 1968. (Grades 6 up)
Verse; illus. by Mamoru
Funai. Watts, 1964. A wide-reaching selection that includes the
(Grades 4-10) original language of the poem whenever it is an
Directed toward the young person who is in- English translation. See also Speak Roughly to
terested in writing poetry, this also includes Your Little Boy; a Collection of Parodies and
some work by children. There is a short discus- Burlesques, Together with the Original Poems,
sion of forms of short verse appended. Chosen and Annotated for Young People; illus.
by Joseph Low (Harcourt, 1971).
Jones, Hettie, sel. The Trees Stand Shining; Po-
etry of the North American Indians; illus. by Love, Katherine, ed. Pocketful of Rhymes; illus.
Robert Andrew Parker. Dial, 1971. (Grades 3 up) by Henrietta Jones. Thomas Y. Crowell, 1946.
Really songs, these poems from a variety of (Grades 2-4)
tribes range from war chants to lullabies. A love of poetry and experience of sharing it
Jordan, June, ed. Soulscript; Afro-American Po- with children have gone into the making of this
collection by a children's librarian of the New
etry. Doubleday, 1970 (Zenith Books). (Grades 6
up)
York Public Library. In A Little Laughter she
The editor, herself a poet, has taken the works has gathered a happy selection of lighthearted
of contemporary poets to help define the feelings verse.
and the relationships of Black people. In her McDonald, Gerald D., comp. A Way of Knowing; a
introduction, she says, "Reaction, memory, and Collection of Poems for Boys; illus. by Clare and
dream: these are the springs of poetry. And a John Ross. Crowell, 1959. (Grades 4 up)
four-year-old flows among them as fully as any This is really for girls too the poems are
adult." chosen for their directness and depth; an unusu-
Kherdian, David, ed. Visions of America by the ally appealing collection.
Poets of Our Time; illus. by Nonny Hogrogian. Mackay, David. A Flock of Words; an Anthology of
Macmillan, 1973. (Grades 6 up) Poetry for Children & Others; preface by Ben-
With William Carlos Williams' philosophy as a jamin DeMott; illus. by Margery Gill. The Bodley
cornerstone, these poets bear testimony to his Head (London), 1969. (Grades 6 up)
faith in the speech of common language as the Collected over a long period of time, these
art of poetry. tried and lived with.
poems have been
Kramer, Aaron, ed. On Freedom's Side; an Anthol- Manning-Sanders, Ruth, comp. A Bundle of Bal-
ogy of American Poems of Protest. Macmillan, lads; illus. by William Stobbs. Lippincott, 1959.
1972. (Grades 7 up) (Grades 6 up)
Poetic statements reflecting a variety of politi- The singing tone and the understated drama
cal and historical conditions. of the ballad mark this collection.
Larrick, Nancy, sel. Piper, Pipe That Song Again!; Moore, Lilian, and Judith Thurman, comps. To See
Poems for Boys and Girls; illus. by Kelly the World Afresh. Atheneum, 1974.
Oechsli. Random House, 1965. (Grades 3-6) A sharply focused collection, emphasizing the
A sense of humor infuses this collection. See direct and the genuine.
also Piping Down the Valleys Wild (Delacorte,
1968), and Room for Me and a Mountain Lion; Morrison, Lillian, comp. Sprints and Distances;
Poetry of Open Space (M. Evans/Lippincott, illus. by Clare and John Ross. Thomas Y.
depths, and the middle, too. See also The Moon From the 6th centuryup to the present time,
Is Shining Bright as Day (1953). a wide variety of women
this collection presents
poets, themes, and concerns.
Ness, Evaline. Amelia Mixed the Mustard and
Other Poems; illus. by Evaline Ness. Scribner, Resnick, Seymour. Spanish-American Poetry; a
1975. (Grades 2-5) Bilingual Selection; illus. by Anne Marie Jauss.
There is a good deal of spice in these poems, Harvey, 1964. (Grades 4 up)
which underline some surprising things about A variety of poets and forms of poetry.
"females all: big, little and middle."
Smith, John, comp. My Kind of Verse; illus. by Uri
Opie, lona, and Peter Opie, eds. The Oxford Book Shulevitz. Macmillan, 1968. (Grades 3 up)
of Children's Verse. Oxford University Press, Enjoyment of poetry is the reason for this
1973. (All ages) compilation. John Smith, a poet himself, has
Arranged chronologically according to the ap- chosen only those poems that delight him, be-
pearance of the poetry, this is chiefly a compila- lieving that the reader will find pleasure in some.
tion of British poets with the stated intention "to See also My Kind of Rhymes, illus. by Beryl
make available in one place the classics of chil- Sanders, for genuine poetic appetizers for young
dren's poetry." readers (Burke Books, London, 1972).
Palmer, Geoffrey, and Noel Lloyd, sels. Round
Smith, William Jay, sel. Poems from France; illus.
About Eight; illus. by Denis Wrigley. Warne,
1972. (Grades 3-6)
by Roger Duvoisin. Crowell, 1967. (Grades 5 up)
The original poem is presented in French
A lighthearted assortment that is part of a
series whose titles indicate the ages of the audi-
alongside the English translation. See also
ences sought: Fives, Sixes and Sevens; comp. by Laughing Time (Little, Brown, 1955).
Marjorie Stephenson; One, Two, Three, Four; Wallace, Daisy. Monster Poems; illus. by Kay
comp. by Mary Grice. Originates in England. Chorao. Holiday, 1976. (Grades K-3)
Parker, Elinor, comp. Here and There; 100 Poems
A fresh collection of hilarious monstrosities.
About Places; illus. by Peter Spier. Thomas Y. Weiss, Renee Karol, comp. A Paper Zoo; illus. by
Crowell, 1967. (Grades 5-7) Ellen Raskin. Macmillan, 1968. (Grades 1-4)
Poems about places familiar, exotic, and A collection of animal poems by modern
magical around the world and off the map. See American poets.
also The Singing and the Gold; Poems Trans-
lated from World Literature; illus. by Clare
Individual Poets
Leighton (1962); and Four Seasons, Five Senses
(Scribner, 1974). Adoff, Arnold. Make a Circle, Keep Us In; Poems
Plotz, Helen, comp. Imagination's Other Place; for a Good Day; illus. by Ronald Himler. Dela-
illus. with wood engravings by Clare Leighton. corte, 1975. (Grades K-2)
Thomas Y. Crowell, 1955. (Grades 7 up) Brief impressionistic thoughts and feelings
A unique collection of poems of science and reflect the sensual and emotional reactions of
mathematics, selected with imagination. Un- the young child. See also Big Sister Tells Me
tune the Sky includes poems of music and the That I'm Black (Holt, 1976).
dance. See also The Earth Is the Lord's; Poems
Aiken, Conrad. Cats and Bats and Things with
of the Spirit (1965); The Marvelous Light;
Poets and Poetry (1970); and Poems from the Wings; illus. by Milton Glaser. Atheneum, 1965.
(Grades K-4)
German (1967).
Lighthearted verse about the animal world.
Read, Herbert. This Way, Delight; illus. by Juliet
Kepes. Pantheon, 1956. (Grades 3 up) Allingham, William. The Dirty Old Man; a Lay of
"This way, this way, seek delight." The poet, Leadenhall; illus. by Erik Blegvad. Prentice-
Hall, 1965. (Grades 3 up)
writer, and critic Herbert Read calls readers not
First published in Dickens' Household Words,
only to come and taste of the delights, but, in an
this short story poem is well reflected in Bleg-
afterthought, "What is Poetry?" he urges them to
writ( poetry, to enjoy the pleasures of creation.
vad's illustrations.
Reed, ( wendolyn, comp. Out of the Ark; illus. by Behn, Harry. The Golden Hive; illus. by the author.
Gabriele Margules. Atheneum, 1968. (Grades Harcourt, 1966. (Grades 4-6)
6-8) The poems reflect the author's love of nature,
An remembrance of his own childhood, and his
anthology of animal verse. See also Bird
interest in significant events. See also The Little
SonijS (Atheneum, 1969); and Songs the Sand-
man Sings (1969). Hill (1949); All Kinds of Time (1950); and
Windy Morning (1953).
Reit, A in. Alone amid All This Noise; a Collec-
tion of Women's Poetry. Four Winds Press, Belting, NataliaM. Calendar Moon; illus. by Ber-
1976 (Grades 5 up) narda Bryson. Holt, 1964. (Grades 4 up)
252 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
Poetic interpretations of many names given to Ciardi, John. I Met a Man; by Robert Osborn.
illus.
the months by various peoples and tribes. See Houghton Mifflin, 1961. (Grades 1-3)
also The Sun Is a Golden Earring (1962). Skillful repetition and rhythm make this espe-
cially appealing to the very young reader. See
Benet, Rosemary and Stephen Vincent. A Book of alsoMonster Den or Look What Happened at
Americans; illus. by Charles Child. Rev. ed. My House and To It (1966); The Reason for the
Rinehart, 1952. (Grades 5-8) Pelican (Lippincott, 1959); Fast and Slow;
Stirring poems describe the life and character Poems for Advanced Children and Beginning
of famous men and women from Columbus to Parents (1975).
Woodrow Wilson.
Some of the Days of Everett An-
Clifton, Lucille.
Bishop, Elizabeth. The Ballad of the Burglar of derson; illus. by Evaline Ness. Holt, 1970.
Babylon; illus. by Ann Grifalconi. Farrar, Straus (Grades K-2)
& Giroux, 1968. (Grades 5 up) The subject is six years old, black, living with
The handsome woodcuts give an epic sweep his mother and father, both of whom work. See
to this contemporary literary ballad. also Everett Anderson's Christmas Coming
Farjeon, Eleanor. Then There Were Three; being Lawrence, D. H. Poems; sel. for young people by
Cherrystones; The Mulberry Bush; and The William Cole; illus. by Ellen Raskin. Viking,
Starry Floor. Drawings by Isobel and John 1967. (Grades 6 up)
Morton- Sale. Lippincott, 1965. (Grades 4-6) Precision of observation, "an uncanny imme-
Combines in one attractive volume the au- diacy," and a strong emotional flow give these
thor's three books of verse first published in poems individual vitality.
England. See also The Children's Bells (Walck,
1960); and Around the Seasons (Walck, 1969).
Lindsay, Vachel. Johnny Appleseed, and Other
Poems; by George Richards. Macmillan,
illus.
Field, Rachel. Poems; illus. by the author. Macmil- 1928 (Children's Classics). (Grades 4 up)
lan, 1957. (Grades 1-6) Selections from "The Congo" and the "Chi-
A special sympathy for childhood perceptions nese Nightingale" are included with rhymes and
and feelings shapes these poems. songs for younger children.
Frost, Robert. You Come Too; with wood engrav- Livingston, Myra Cohn. The Malibu and Other
ings by Thomas W. Nason. Holt, 1959. (Grades Poems; by James J. Spanfeller. Atheneum,
illus.
1972 (A Margaret K. McElderry Book). (Grades 6
4-7)
A selection of Frost's poems most interesting up)
See also In the Clearing Poems of original vision and personal experi-
to boys and girls.
(1962); and Complete Poems (1949). ence, succinctly stated. See also A Crazy Flight
and Other Poems (Harcourt, 1969) for younger
Giovanni, Nikki. 5pm a Soft Black Song; Poems readers; also The Way Things Are (Atheneum,
for Children; illus. by Charles Bible. Hill and 1974); and 4-Way Stop and Other Poems (Athe-
Wang, 1971. (Grades 1-4) neum, 1976).
Written especially for young black children by
Livingston, Myra Cohn. Whispers and Other Po-
a poet who remembers her own childhood. ems; illus. by Jacqueline Chwast. Harcourt,
Brace & World, 1958. (Grades K-3)
Graves, Robert. The Penny Fiddle; Poems for
Verses filled with gaiety, exuberance, and
Children; illus. by Edward Ardizzone. Double- tenderness. See also I'm Hiding (1961); Happy
day, 1960. (Grades 4 up)
Selections from a notable contemporary poet. Birthday! (1964); The Moon and a Star and
Other Poems (1965); and Wide Awake and
Hughes, Langston. Don't You Turn Back; sel. by Other Poems (1959).
Lee Bennett Hopkins; illus. by Ann Grifalconi.
McCord, David. Every Time I Climb a Tree; illus.
Knopf, 1969. (Grades 5 up) by Marc Simont. Little, Brown, 1967. (Grades
Poignant and lasting lyric statements. 1-3)
Hughes, Ted. Season Songs; by Leonard Bas-
illus. The poet's selection of twenty-five of his
kin. Viking, 1975. (Grades 5 up) favorite poems from Far and Few; Take Sky;
A stunning book, with exceptional art, both in and All Day Long. See also For Me to Say;
the poetry and the pictures. Rhymes of the Never Was and Always Is
(1970); Away and Ago; Rhymes of the Never
Issa. A Few Flies and I;haiku sel. by Jean Merrill Was and Always Is (1974); and The Star in the
and Ronni Solbert;by R. H. Blyth and Nobu-
tr. Pail (1975).
yaki Yuasa; illus. by Ronni Solbert. Pantheon,
1969 (Grades 4 up) McGinley, Phyllis. Wonderful Time; illus. by John
Alcorn. Lippincott, 1966. (Grades 2-5)
Elegant simplicities from the master of haiku.
About clocks, time, and feelings.
Jarrell, Randall. The Bat-Poet. Macmillan, 1964. Merriam, Eve. It Doesn't Always Have to Rhyme;
(Grades 4-7) illus. by Malcolm Spooner. Atheneum, 1964.
Generally acclaimed as one of our most dis-
(Grades 3-7)
tinctive contemporary poets.
Witty and swift, these are directed with a
cerebral kick. See also Catch a Little Rhyme
Jordon, June. Who Look at Me. Crowell, 1969.
(Grac es 5 up) (1966) for younger children; There is No Rhyme
Tl" e complexity of identity and of being black for Silver (1962); and Out Loud (1973).
is tht focus of this book. The World of Christopher Robin;
Milne, A. A.
illus. by E. H. Shepard. Dutton, 1958. (Grades
Kumin, Maxine W. Speedy Digs Downside Up; K-3)
illus. by Ezra Jack Keats. Putnam, 1964. (Grades
The complete When We Were Very Young
2-6) and Now We Are Six, in one attractive volume.
A
acing, humorous narrative poem about the
)
fanta >tic exploits of Speedy Horatio Alger Moore, Clement Clarke. Night Before Christmas;
LaRu i. See also No One Writes a Letter to a illus. by Arthur Rackham. Lippincott, 1931.
Snail (1962). (Grades 1-3)
254 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
One of the most beloved of all Christmas Sandburg selected seventy-nine of his poems
poems, which first appeared in a newspaper in particularly suitable for children, to which he
1823. added sixteen new poems. See also Early Moon
(1930); and The Sandburg Treasury; Prose and
Moore, Lilian. See My Lovely Poison Ivy, and
Other Verses About Witches, Ghosts and Poetry for Young People (1970).
Things; illus. by Diane Dawson. Atheneum, Shakespeare, William. Poems of William Shake-
1975. (Grades 2-6) speare, sel. by Lloyd Frankenberg; illus. by
A collection especially appealing for those Nonny Hogrogian. Thomas Y. Crowell, 1966.
who delight in the scary. See also Sam's Place (All ages)
(1973); / Thought I Heard the City (1969); and/ A discriminating selection from sonnets,
Feel the Same Way (1967).
songs, and other poetry. See also Shakespeare's
Nash, Odgen. The Adventures of Isabel; illus. by Flowers, a selection of poetry by Jessica Kern,
Walter Lorraine. Little, Brown, 1963. (Grades which refers to flowers with illustrations of these
1-3) flowers by Anne Ophelia Dowden (1969); and
A fearless, fathomless child. See also Custard Shakespearean and Slanders;
Sallies, Sullies,
the Dragon (1959); and The Cruise of the Aard- Insults for All Occasions; Ann McGov-
col. by
vark (1967). ern; illus. by James and Ruth McCrea (1969).
O'Neill, Mary. Hailstones and Halibut Bones; Ad- Starbird, Kaye. A Snail's a Failure Socially and
ventures in Color; illus. by Leonard Weisgard. Other Poems, Mostly About People; illus. by Kit
Doubleday, 1961. (Grades K-4) Dalton. Lippincott, 1966. (Grades 3-6)
There is fun and creative stimulus in the Humor, somewhat tart, glides out of these
poetic ideas. See also What Is That Sound! poems, which deal with everyday people and
(Atheneum, 1966); and Take a Number events. See also Speaking of Cows and Other
(Doubleday, 1968). Poems (1960); and Don't Ever Cross a Crocodile
(1963).
Rasmussen, Knud. comp. Eskimo Songs and Sto-
ries; illus. by Kiakshuk and Pudlo; tr. by Edward Stevenson, Robert Louis. ,A Child's Garden of
Field. Delacorte, 1973. Verses; illus. by Brian' Wildsmith. F. Watts,
and 1966. (Grades K-4)
Lyrical verse from the songs stories of the
Netsilik Eskimos. A classic collection of poetry illuminated
afresh for a new generation of children.
Reeves, James. The Blackbird in the Lilac; illus.
by Edward Ardizzone. Dutton, 1959. (Grades Swenson, May. Poems to Solve. Scribner, 1966.
Updike, John. A Child's Calendar; illus. by Nancy Drew, Elizabeth A. Discovering Poetry. Norton,
Ekholm Burkert. Knopf, 1965. (Grades 3-6) 1933.
A fine poet, a cheerful mood, a handsome See also Poetry; a Modern Guide to Its Un-
book. A poem for each month; for each poem, a derstanding and Enjoyment (Norton, 1959);
picture. and Discovering Modern Poetry by Elizabeth
Drew and George Connor (Holt, 1961).
Watson, Clyde. Father Fox's Penny rhymes; illus.
by Wendy Watson. Crowell, 1971. (Grades K-3) Frankenberg, Lloyd. Pleasure Dome; on Reading
A jaunty collaboration of pictures and verse. Modern Poetry. Houghton Mifflin, 1949.
Whitman, Walt. Poems of Walt Whitman. Leaves Frye, Northrop. The Well Tempered Critic. Indi-
of Grass; sel. by Lawrence Clark Powell; wood- ana University Press, 1963 (A Midland Book).
cuts by John and Clare Romano Ross. Thomas Y.
Crowell, 1964. (Grades 7 up) Granger, Edith. Index to Poetry. 6th ed., complete-
The editor has selected from the most intense ly rev. and enl., indexing anthologies published
and powerful of the poems in "the greatest single through Dec. 31, 1970. Columbia University
book American Literature has yet produced." Press, 1973.
See also Overhead the Sun: Lines from Whit- Gregory, Horace, and Marya Zaturenska. A Histo-
man; woodcuts by Antonio Frasconi (Farrar, ry of American Poetry 1900-1940. Harcourt,
1969). 1942.
Worth, Valerie. Small Poems; illus. by Natalie Hillyer, Robert. In Pursuit of Poetry. McGraw-
Babbitt. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1972. (Grades Hill, 1960.
2-4)
Simple pleasures. See also More Small Poems Holmes, John. Writing Poetry. The Writer, 1960.
(1976). Housman, A. E. The Name and Nature of Poetry .
Brewton, John E., Sara W. Brewton, and G. Mere- Reeves, James. Understanding Poetry. Heine-
dith Blackburn III, comps. Index to Poetry for mann, 1965.
Children and Young People; 1964-1969. H. W.
Reid, Forest. Walter de la Mare: a Critical Study.
Wilson, 1972.
Holt, 1929.
A:a extension of the basic volume and supple-
ments. Sackville-West, V. Walter de la Mare and the
Traveller. Oxford University Press, 1953.
Brooks Cleanth, and Robert Penn Warren. Under-
standing Poetry. 3rd ed. Holt, 1960. and others, comps. Subject Index to
Sell, Violet,
How Does a Poem Mean? Houghton Poetry for Children and Young People. Ameri-
Ciardi, John.
can Library Association, 1957.
Mifflin, 1959.
P;trt Three of Herbert Barrows, Hubert Heff- Shapiro, Karl. Primer for Poets. University of Ne-
ner, John Ciardi, and Wallace Douglas, An In- braska Press, 1965.
trod iction to Literature; issued as a separate
volume. Strong, L. A. G. Common Sense About Poetry.
Knopf, 1932.
Deutsc i, Babette. Poetry Handbook; a Dictionary
Untermeyer, Louis. The Pursuit of Poetry; a
of Ttrms. New rev. ed. Funk & Wagnalls, 1962. Guide to Its Understanding and Appreciation
S< e also Poetry in Our Time (Holt, 1952).
with an Explanation of Its Forms and a Diction-
Dickey. James. Babel to Byzantium; Poets & Po- ary of Poetic Terms. Simon & Schuster, 1969.
etry Now. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1968.
Waggoner, Hyatt H. American Poets; from the
Dickey James. The Suspect in Poetry. Sixties Puritans to the Present. Houghton Mifflin,
Pres; ,
1964. 1968.
256 THE LANGUAGE OF RHYTHM
See also Adventures into Poetry (Stanford Larrick, Nancy, sel. / Heard a Scream in the
University Press, 1951). Street; Poems by Young People in the City;
illus. with photographs by students. Lippincott,
Baron, Virginia Olsen, ed. Here I Am! An Antholo-
1970.
gy of Poems Written by Young People in Some
Also see Somebody Turned on a Tap in These
of America's Minority Groups; illus. by Emily
Arnold McCully. Button, 1969. Kids; Poetry and Young People Today (Dela-
corte, 1971).
Behn, Harry. Chrysalis; Concerning Children
and Poetry. Harcourt, 1968. Livingston, Myra Cohn. When You Are Alone/It
Keeps You Capone; an Approach to Creative
Hopkins, Lee Bennett. Pass the Poetry, Please! Writing with Children. Atheneum, 1973.
Using Poetry in Pre-Kindergar ten-Six Class- A poet and a teacher of poetry, Myra Living-
rooms. Citation Press, 1972. ston tells of her successes and her failures with
See also Let Them Be Themselves; Language children and poetry, and the ways of working she
Arts for Children in Elementary Schools (2nd has developed to encourage increasing skill.
enl. ed., 1974); and City Talk (Knopf, 1970).
The Voice of the McCord, David. Take Sky: More Rhymes of the
Jordon, June, and Terri Bush, col.
Children. Holt, 1970.
Never Was and Always Is; illus. by Henry B.
Kane. Little, Brown, 1962.
Koch, Kenneth. Rose, Where Did You Get That See also "Write Me a Verse" and "Write An-
Red? Teaching Great Poetry to Children. Ran- other Verse," in For Me to Say; Rhymes of the
dom House, 1973. Never Was and Always Is (1970).
Using a poet's expression in a particular poem
as a point of departure, Koch has encouraged Mearns, Hughes. Creative Youth; How a School
children to explore similar avenues of thought, Environment Set Free the Creative Spirit.
imagination, and association. Doubleday, 1925.
See also Creative Power (1929).
Koch, Kenneth, and the Students of P. S. 61 in New
York City. Wishes, Lies, and Dreams; Teaching Morse, David. Grandfather Rock; the New Poetry
Children to Write Poetry. Chelsea House, 1970. and the Old. Delacorte, 1972.
A poet's account of arousing children to re- Rock lyrics and traditional poems are juxta-
lease the poetry within them. His freeing them posed in an effort to get the student to hear the
from formal strictures, such as rhyme, and giv- sound in poetry.
ing them playful frameworks in which to be
inventive are described. The children's written "Poetry by Children," by Leonard Clark. The Horn
work is presented. Book Magazine, Vol. 55, Feb. 1969, pp. 15-19.
part
The
Ora.
Tradition
261
Fables
"\A/
V V hen the animal tale is told with an acknowledged moral purpose, it
becomes a fable. " 2 Thus does Thompson, the great scholar of folklore,
Stith
define the genre that is familiar to us all. So universal is the knowledge of
such stories as The Dog in the Manger, The Lion and the Mouse, and The
Boy Who Cried Wolf that we seem to have been born knowing them.
Children, and other readers of folklore, are quite accustomed to a world
in which beasts and men speak a common language, change worlds and
shapes on occasion, render help to one another, or wage wars of wit and
cunning. The anthropomorphic treatment of animals is a source of enter-
tainment even in the sophistication of our own day. Witness the popularity
of the animated cartoon.
No doubt the fable is derived from the habit of the primitive mind that
considered animals as our equals or possessed of magical powers beyond
us. "What is characteristic of primitive mentality is not its logic but its
general sentiment of life," writes Ernst Cassirer. "Primitive man by no
means lacks the ability to grasp the empirical differences of things. But in
1. Jean de la Fontaine.
2. Stith Thompson, The Folktale (Dryden, 1946), p. 10.
264 THE ORAL TRADITION
his conception of nature and life all these differences are obliterated by a
stronger feeling; the deep conviction of a fundamental and indelible
solidarity of life that bridges over the mutiplicity and variety of its single
forms." 3
When the familiar animals of folklore were made to bear upon their
backs the burden of a moral, the fable was born, marking the development
of a degree of sophistication in human development. The fables as we know
them owe their wide dissemination, not to the oral tradition of folklore, but
to two great written, or literary, sources, one in India and the other in
Greece. "Of the five or six hundred fables belonging to the two literary
traditions of India and Greece," says Stith Thompson, "fewer than fifty
seem to have been recorded from oral storytellers." 4 The Greek cycle of
fables is ascribed to the authorship of one Aesop, about whose origins, fate,
and writing there are as many legends as those surrounding Homer. He
was a Greek slave at Samos, living some time in the sixth century B.C., says
one account, a swarthy man ("Aesop" means black) and deformed, with a
sharp wit that enabled him to say through the medium of the fable what he
dared not say directly, in criticism of his time. The English scholar Joseph
Jacobs has proved that the fables of Aesop came mainly from a collection
made in 300 B.C. by Demetrius Phalerus, founder of the Alexandrian
Library; therefore, he says, "The answer to the question 'who wrote Aesop?'
5
is simple: 'Demetrius of Phaleron.'"
Whatever their origin, they early became the heritage of the English
tongue, since Aesop's fables were translated from the French and pub-
lished by England's first printer, William Caxton, in 1484. Sir Roger
L'Estrange, in 1692, made the best and largest collection of fables in
English, especially designed for the reading of children, including some not
attributed to Aesop. The Croxall edition of 1722 was also addressed to
children. This edition, together with that of Thomas James in 1848, formed
the basis for the most distinguished collection of Aesop's fables published
in America, the one edited and illustrated by Boris Artzybasheff. 6
A second cycle of fables has its origins in India, the great Hindu
collection known as the Panchatantra, or the Five Books. This was in
existence as early as 200 B.C. These fables are characterized by an intricate
interweaving of story within story, a scheme that is common to the Orient, as
the Arabian Nights exemplifies. The animals of these fables, unlike those
of the simpler tales of Aesop, do not act in accordance with their basic
animal character. They are, rather, human beings wearing animal masks,
giving voice to wit and wisdom in epigrammatic verse quoted from sacred
writings. "It is as if the animals in some English beast fable were to justify
their actions by quotations from Shakespeare and the Bible." 7 The fables of
Aesop, taken as a whole, afford shrewd observations on the behavior of
humanity, but those of the Panchatantra come closer to forming a
philosophy of life.
These same fables, in their Arabic version, are known as The Fables of
Bidpai. A second ancient source of fable, originating in the East, are the
Jataka tales. They are stories clustered about the central theme of the
myriad births of the Buddha who, in accordance with the Buddhistic belief
in the transmigration of the soul, suffered himself to be born in many
shapes of the animal world and the world of nature. The earliest version of
the well-loved Henny Penny and the Tar Baby story can be traced to this
source.
Marie Shedlock, that noted English storyteller, made a distinguished
collection of the Jataka tales (Eastern Stories and Legends), directly
relating them to children in her versions to be told or read aloud. In addition
to the typical moral purpose of the fable, these stories have about them an
aura of compassion. They seem remarkably contemporary in the light of
Albert Schweitzer's statement of belief: "a reverence for life."
Of all the tellers of fables, only one has been called Le Fablier, the
Fabler, and that one is Jean de la Fontaine (1621-1695). Using the fables of
Aesop as a basis, drawing upon other fables of the medieval world, and
inventing some of his own, he made the telling of them an art, and himself
the master storyteller. He gave verse form to the tales, relating them to his
own time and country, painting them, as it were, in a French landscape,
and satirizing, with gentle humor, his contemporaries. He endowed the
tales, as he himself stated, with "a certain piquancy originality and
. . .
8. Ibid., p. 17.
9. From La Fontaine's preface, given in The Fables of La Fontaine, tr. by
Marianne Moore (Viking Press, 1954), p. 7.
266 THE ORAL TRADITION
Fables of Aesop
A certain Wolf, being very hungry, disguised you some day." The idea that such a little
himself in a Sheep's skin and joined a flock of thing as a Mouse could help him so amused
sheep. Thus, for many days he could kill and the Lion that he let the Mouse go. A week
eat sheep whenever he was hungry, for even later the Mouse heard a Lion roaring loudly.
the shepherd did not find him out. One night He went closer to see what the trouble was
after the shepherd had put all his sheep in the and found his Lion caught in a hunter's net.
fold, he decided to kill one of his own flock for Remembering his promise, the Mouse began
food; and without realizing what he was to gnaw the ropes of the net and kept it up
doing, he took out the wolf and killed him on until the Lion could get free. The Lion then
the spot. It really does not pay to pretend to be acknowledged that little friends might prove
what you are not. great friends.
Reprodi ced by permission of William Heinemann, Ltd., Wood engraving by Thomas Bewick for Select Fables of
London. Aesop and Others (Newcastle, England, 1784).
268 THE ORAL TRADITION
pitcher. Seeing this water made him more The jackdaw and the
thirsty than ever, and he began to plan how Borrowed Plumes
he could get it. He finally hit upon a scheme.
By dropping pebbles into the pitcher and A Jackdaw once found some Peacock feath-
doing so until he brought the jwater near ers.Wishing to make himself beautiful, he
enough to the top so that he could reach it, he stuck them in among his own and tried to
had all he wanted. Then he said to himself, pass himself off as a Peacock. But the Pea-
"Well, I know now, that little by little does the cocks recognized him at once and drove him
trick." from their midst, pulling out the false feath-
ers as they did so. The poor Jackdaw went
back to his own kind. The other Jackdaws,
The Dog and His Shadow however, were so disgusted with his behav-
ior, that they also refused to let him stay with
A Dog, carrying a piece of meat in his mouth, them. "For," they said, "fine feathers do not
was crossing a stream on a narrow foot- make fine birds and it is silly to be proud of
bridge. He happened to look into the water borrowed plumes."
and there he saw his Shadow, but he thought
it another dog with a piece of meat larger The Hare and the Tortoise
than his. He made a grab for the other dog's
meat; but in doing so, of course, he dropped
A Hare was once boasting about how fast he
his own; therefore was without any, and thus could runwhen a Tortoise, overhearing him,
learned that greediness may cause one to lose said, "I'll run you a race." "Done," said the
Hare and laughed to himself; "but let's get
everything.
the Fox for a judge." The Fox consented and
the two started. The Hare quickly outran the
The Fox and the Crow Tortoise, and knowing he was far ahead, lay
down to take a nap. "I can soon pass the
A Fox once saw a Crow making off with a Tortoise whenever I awaken." But unfortu-
piece of cheese in its beak and made up his
nately, the Hare overslept himself; therefore
mind he was going to get it. "Good-morning, when he awoke, though he ran his best, he
friend Crow," he called. "I see your feathers
found the Tortoise was already at the goal. He
are as black and shining and beautiful as
had learned that "Slow and steady wins the
ever. You are really a beautiful bird. It is too
race."
bad your voice is poor! If that were lovely too,
you would, without question, be the Queen of The Goose with the
Birds." The Crow, rather indignant that the
Fox doubted the beauty of her voice, began to
Golden Eggs
caw at once. Of course the cheese dropped; Once upon a time a Man had a Goose that laid
and as the Fox put his paw on it he yelled, "I a Golden Egg every day. Although he was
have what I wanted and let me give you a gradually becoming rich, he grew impatient.
bit of advice Don't trust flatterers." He wanted to get all his treasure at once;
therefore he killed the Goose. Cutting her
open, he found her just like any other
The Dog in the Manger goose, and he learned to his sorrow that it
A cross, selfish Dog went to rest one hot takes time to win success.
afternoon in a manger. When the tired Ox
came in from the field and wanted to eat his The Grasshopper and
hay, the Dog barked at him so that he dared the Ants
not try it. "To keep others from having what On a beautiful sunny winter day some Ants
they need," said the Ox to himself, "when you had their winter store of food out to dry. A
can't use it yourself, is the meanest selfish- Grasshopper came by and gazed hungrily at
ness I know." the food. As the Ants paid no attention to him,
FABLES 269
"How selfish that father is to ride and let iton to the market. When they entered town,
his young son walk!" however, they made such a funny sight that
At that the Miller took his Son up on the ass crowds gathered about them laughing and
with himself, thinking he had at last done the shouting. This noise frightened the ass so
right thing. But alas, he hadn't, for the next much that he kicked himself free and, tum-
person they met was more critical than the bling into the river, was drowned. The Miller,
others. "You should be ashamed of yourself," now disgusted, called to his Son to come
he said, "to be both riding that poor little along, and they rushed back home. "Well,"
beast; you are much better able to carry it." said the father, "we have lost the ass, but we
Discouraged but willing to do right, the have learned one thing that when one tries
Miller and his Son got off the ass, bound its to please everybody, he pleases none, not
The Monkey and the Crocodile "No but I do. I will take you over on my
This popular Jataka tale delights with its quick-
back," said the Crocodile.
The Monkey was greedy, and wanted the
thinking hero. ["The Monkey and the Crocodile"
ripe fruit, sohe jumped down on the Croco-
from Jataka Tales: retold by Ellen C. Babbitt
dile'sback.
1912, renewed 1940. Reprinted by permission
"Off we go!" said the Crocodile.
of Prentice-Hall, Inc., Englewood Cliffs, New Jer-
"This is a fine ride you are giving me!" said
sey.] the Monkey.
"Do you think so? Well, how do you like
Parti
this?" asked the Crocodile, diving.
A monkey lived in a great tree on a river bank. "Oh, don't!" cried the Monkey, as he went
In the river there were many Crocodiles. A under the water. He was afraid to let go, and
Crocodile watched the Monkeys for a long he did not know what to do under the water.
time, and one day she said to her son: "My When the Crocodile came up, the Monkey
son, get one of those Monkeys for me. I want sputtered and choked. "Why did you take me
the heart of a Monkey to eat." under water, Crocodile?" he asked.
"How am I to catch a Monkey?" asked the "I am going to kill you by keeping you
little Crocodile. "I do not travel on land, and under water," answered the Crocodile. "My
the Monkey does not go into the water." mother wants Monkey-heart to eat, and I'm
"Put your wits to work, and you'll find a going to take yours to her."
way," said the mother. wish you had told me you wanted my
"I
And the little Crocodile thought and heart," said the Monkey, "then I might have
thought. brought it with me."
At last he said to himself: "I know what I'll "Howqueer!" said the stupid Crocodile.
do. get that Monkey that lives in a big tree
I'll "Do you mean to say that you left your heart
on the river bank. He wishes to go across the back there in the tree?"
river to the island where the fruit is so ripe." "That is what I mean," said the Monkey.
So the Crocodile swam to the tree where "If you want my heart, we must go back to the
the Monkey lived. But he was a stupid Croco- tree and get it. But we are so near the island
dile. where the ripe fruit is, please take me there
"Oh, Monkey," he called, "come with me first."
over to the island where the fruit is so ripe." "No, Monkey," said the Crocodile, "I'll take
"How can I go with you?" asked the Mon- you straight back to your tree. Never mind
key. "I do not swim." the ripe fruit. Get your heart and bring it to
FABLES 271
me at once. Then we'll see about going to "Yes," said the Crocodile. "I am waiting
the island." here for you. I am going to eat you."
"Very well," said the Monkey. "You have caught me in a trap this time,"
But no sooner had he jumped onto the bank said the Monkey. "There is no other way for
of the river than whisk! up he ran into the me to go home. Open your mouth wide so I
not ar swer me to-night?" golden feathers, the mother can sell them,
"Ol ," said the stupid Crocodile to himself, and with the money they bring she and her
"the lock answers the Monkey at night. I'll daughters can then live in comfort."
have 10 answer for the rock this time." So away the Goose flew to the poor wom-
So he answered: "Yes, Monkey! What is an's house.
it?" Seeing the Goose, the woman said: "Why
The Monkey laughed, and said: "Oh, it's do you come here? We have nothing to
"But I have something to give you," said And he swung the staff over his head and
the Goose. "I will give my feathers, one by brought it heavily to the ground, knocking, as
one, and you can sell them for enough so that he did so, the flask off the shelf, so that the oil
you and your daughters can live in comfort." ran over him from head to foot.
So saying the Goose gave her one of his
feathers, and then flew away. From time to
The Crow and the Partridge
time he came back, each time leaving anoth-
er feather. A Crow flying across a road saw a Partridge
The mother and her daughters sold the strutting along the ground. "What a beautiful
beautiful feathers for enough money to keep gait that Partridge has!" said the Crow. "I
them in comfort. But one day the mother said must I can walk like him." She
try to see if
to her daughters: "Let us not trust this Goose. alighted behind the Partridge and tried for a
Some day he may fly away and never come long time to learn to strut. At last the Par-
back.Then we should be poor again. Let us tridge turned around and asked the Crow
get all of his feathers the very next time he what she was about. "Do not be angry with
comes." me," replied the Crow. "I have never before
The daughters said: "This will hurt the seen a bird who walks as beautifully as you
Goose. We will not do such a thing." can, and I am trying to learn to walk like
But the mother was greedy. The next time you." "Foolish bird," responded the Partridge.
the Golden Goose came she took hold of him "You are a Crow and should walk like a Crow.
with both hands, and pulled out every one of You would look silly if you were to strut like a
his feathers. Partridge." But the Crow went on trying to
Now the Golden Goose has strange feath- learn to strut, until she had finally forgotten
plucked out against his
ers. If his feathers are her own gait, and she never learned that of
wish, they no longer remain golden but turn the Partridge. Be yourself if you want to be
white and are of no more value than chicken- your best.
feathers. The new ones that come in are not
golden, but plain white.
As time went on his feathers grew again,
The Hare That Ran Away
and then he flew away to his home and never Our familiar tale of Henny-Penny is a modern
came back again. variant of this Jataka tale that recounts one of the
Buddha's numerous former births. [From Marie
L. Shedlock, Eastern Stories and Legends
The Poor Man and the Flask of Oil
(Dutton, 1920).]
There once was a Poor Man living in a house
next to a wealthy Merchant who sold oil and And it came to pass that the Buddha (to be)
honey. As the Merchant was a kind neighbor, was born again as a Lion. Just as he had
he one day sent a flask of oil to the Poor Man. helped his fellow-men, he now began to help
The Poor Man was delighted, and put it care- his fellow-animals, and there was a great
fully away on the top shelf. One evening, as deal to be done. For instance, there was a
he was gazing at it, he said aloud, "I wonder little nervous Hare who was always afraid
how much oil there is in that bottle. There is a that something dreadful was going to happen
large quantity. If I should sell it, I could buy to her. She was always saying: "Suppose the
five sheep. Every year I should have lambs, Earth were to fall in, what would happen to
and before long I should own a flock. Then I me?" And she said this so often that at last
should sell some of the sheep, and be rich she thought it really was about to happen.
enough to marry a wife. Perhaps we might One day, when she had been saying over and
have a son. And what a fine boy he would be! over again, "suppose the Earth were to fall in,
So tall, strong, and obedient! But if he should what would happen to me?" she heard a
disobey me," and he raised the staff which he slight noise; it really was only a heavy fruit
held in his hand, "I should punish him thus." which had fallen upon a rustling leaf, but the
FABLES 273
littleHare was so nervous she was ready to were until they returned. Then he showed the
believe anything, and she said in a fright- little Hare how the fruit had fallen upon the
ened tone: "The Earth is falling in." She ran leaf, making the noise that had frightened
away as fast as she could go; presently she her, and she
said: "Yes, I see the Earth is
met an old brother Hare, who said: "Where not falling in." And the Lion said: "Shall we
are you running to, Mistress Hare?" go back and tell the other animals?"
And the little Hare said: "I have no time to And they went. back. The little Hare stood
stop and tell you anything. The Earth is fall- before the animals and said: "The Earth is
ing in, and I am running away." not falling in." And all the animals began to
"The Earth is falling in, is it?" said the old repeat this to one another, and they dispersed
brother Hare, in a tone of much astonish- gradually, and you heard the words more and
ment; and he repeated this to his brother more softly:
hare, and he to his brother hare, and he to his "The Earth is not falling in, "etc., etc., etc.,
brother hare, until at last there were a hun- until the sound died away altogether.
dred thousand brother hares, all shouting:
"The Earth is falling in." Now presently the
The Tiger, the Brahman, and the Jackal
bigger animals began to take the cry up. First
the deer, and then the sheep, and then the Itmay seem a far cry from an ancient Indian story
wild boar, and then the buffalo, and then the to Hansel and Grethel, but there is a similarity in
camel, and then the tiger, and then the ele- the way that the witch in one and the tiger in the
phant. other are both tricked and overcome. [From Flora
Now the wise Lion heard all this noise and Annie Steel, Tales of the Punjab (Macmillan).]
wondered at it. "There are no signs," he said,
"of the Earth falling in. They must have Once upon a time a tiger was caught in a trap.
heard something." And then he stopped them He tried in vain to get out through the bars,
all short and said: "What is this you are and rolled and bit with rage and grief when
saying?" he failed.
And the Elephant said: "I remarked that By chance a poor Brahman came by. "Let
the Earth was falling in." me out of this cage, O pious one!" cried the
"How do you know this?" asked the Lion. tiger.
"Why, now I come to think of it, it was the "Nay, my friend," replied the Brahman
Tiger that remarked it to me." mildly, "you would probably eat me if I did."
Then the Tiger said: "I had it from the "Not at all!" swore the tiger with many
Came]," and the Camel said: "I had it from oaths; "on the contrary, I should be forever
the Buffalo." And the buffalo from the wild grateful, and serve you as a slave!"
boar, and the wild boar from the sheep, and Now when the tiger sobbed and sighed and
the sheep from the deer, and the deer from wept and swore, the pious Brahman's heart
the hares, and the hares said: "Oh! we heard softened, and at last he consented to open the
it from that little Hare." door of the cage. "What a fool you are What is !
And the Lion said: "Little Hare, what made to prevent my eating you now, for after being
you say that the Earth was falling in?" cooped up so long I am just terribly hungry!"
And the little Hare said: "I saw it." In vain the Brahman pleaded for his life;
"Yo i saw it?" said the Lion. "Where?" the most he could gain was a promise to abide
"Yo ider by the tree." by the decision of the first three things he
"Well," said the Lion, "come with me and I chose to question as to the justice of the
"
will sh ow you how tiger's action.
"No, no," said the Hare, "I would not go So the Brahman first asked a pipal tree
near that tree for anything, I'm so nervous." what it thought of the matter, but the pipal
"Bu :," said the Lion, "I am going to take tree replied coldly, "What have you to com-
you on my back." And he took her on his back, plain about? Don't I give shade and shelter to
and b< gged the animals to stay where they every one who passes by, and don't they in
274 THE ORAL TRADITION
return tear down my branches to feed their a single detail, and spinning as long a yarn as
cattle? Don't whimper be a man!" possible.
Then the Brahman, sad at heart, went far- "Oh, my poor brain! oh, my poor brain!"
ther afield till he saw a buffalo turning a cried the jackal, wringing his paws. "Let me
well-wheel; but he fared no better for it, for it see! how did it all begin? You were in the
"
answered, "You are a fool to expect gratitude! cage, and the tiger came walking by
Look at me! While I gave milk, they fed me on "Pooh!" interrupted the tiger, "what a fool
cotton-seed and oil-cake; but now I am dry you are! /was in the cage."
they yoke me here, and give me refuse as "Of course!" cried the jackal, pretending to
fodder!" tremble with fright; "yes! I was in the
The Brahman, still more sad, asked the cage no, I wasn't dear! dear! where are
road to give him itsopinion. my wits? Let me see the tiger was in the
"My dear sir," said the road, "how foolish Brahman, and the cage came walking by
you are to expect anything else! Here am I, no, that's not it either! Well, don't mind me,
useful to everybody, yet all, rich and poor, but begin your dinner, for I shall never under-
great and small, trample on me as they go stand!"
past, giving me nothing but the ashes of their "Yes, you shall!" returned the tiger, in
pipes and the husks of their grain!" a rage at the jackal's stupidity; "I'll make
On this the Brahman turned back sorrow- you understand! Look here I am the
"
fully, and on the way he met a jackal, who tiger
called out, "Why, what's the matter, Mr. "Yes, my lord!" "
Brahman? You look as miserable as a fish out "And that is the Brahman
of water!" "Yes, my lord!"
"
Then the Brahman told him all that had "And that is the cage
occurred. "How very confusing!" said the "Yes, my Lord!"
jackal, when the recital was ended; "would "And I was in the cage do you under-
you mind telling me over again? for every- stand?"
"
thing seems so mixed up!" "Yes no Please my lord
The Brahman told it all over again, but the "Well?" cried the tiger, impatiently.
jackal shook his head in a distracted sort of "Please, my lord! how did you get in?"
way, and still could not understand. "How! why, in the usual way, of course!"
"It's very odd," said he sadly, "but it all "Oh dear me! my head is beginning to
seems to go in at one ear and out at the other! whirl again! Please don't be angry, my lord,
I will go to the place where it all happened, but what is the usual way?"
and then perhaps I shall be able to give a At this the tiger lost patience, and, jumping
judgment." into the cage, cried, "This way! Now do you
So they returned to the cage,by which the understand how it was?"
tiger was waiting for the Brahman, and "Perfectly!" grinned the jackal, as he dex-
sharpening his teeth and claws. terously shut the door; "and if you will permit
"You've been away a long time!" growled me to say so, I think matters will remain as
the savage beast, "but now let us begin our they were!"
dinner."
"Our dinner!" thought the wretched Brah-
The Seeds and the Wheat
man, as his knees knocked together with
fright; "what a remarkably delicate way of A Persian fable. [From Stanislas Julien, Les
putting it!" Avadanes.]
"Give me five minutes, my lord!" he plead-
ed, "in order that I may explain matters to the There was once a man who entered a field of
jackal here, who is somewhat slow in his Wheat and stole some of the ripe grain. The
wits." owner of the field demanded why he had
The tiger consented, and the Brahman stolen the Wheat. The thief replied, "My Lord,
began the whole story over again, not missing I have not stolen any Wheat belonging to you.
FABLES 275
You planted only the Seeds, and what I took sowed the Seed is right, and he who did not
was the ripe Wheat. Why do you call me a sow the Seed is wrong. The Seed is the origin
thief?" The two men went before a Judge and of the Wheat. How should he who did not sow
asked him, "Which of us is right and which is have any right to the Wheat that grew
wrong?" The Judge answered, "The one who from it?"
Heron and Humming-Bird lived on the shores Once there lived an Elephant, and he said to
of the ocean in the east. One day Humming- himself, "I am very hungry." He went along a
Bird came to Heron, and said, "Let us race." path in the forest, and came to a bamboo-
Heron answered, "I can't fly. I can't do any- palm standing in a swamp. Roughly he tore
thing." But Humming-Bird kept teasing him down the palm; he saw a tender bud held in
to race and finally Heron gave in. They agreed one of its leaves. But as he took the bud from
to race from the ocean in the east to the ocean the leaf, it fell into the water. He hunted and
themselves at the
in the west; so they placed hunted, yet could not find it because he had
edge of the water, and began. Heron had up the water and
riled it blinded his eyes.
barely lifted his wings when Humming-Bird Then a frog spoke and said, "Listen!" The
was out of sight, and he raised himself slow- Elephant did not hear, thrashing the water
ly,flapping along at an even pace. When hard with his trunk. The frog spoke again:
darkness came, Humming-Bird went to a tree "Listen!" The Elephant heard this time, and
and stopped there for the night; but Heron stood perfectly still, curious. Thereupon the
kept steadily on, and shortly before daylight water became clear so that he found the
he was at the place where Humming-Bird palm-bud and ate it.
was sitting. Day came Heron had traveled a
long distance ahead and the sun was well up
before Humming-Bird passed him. Next
night, Humming-Bird had to rest again, and Why Wisdom Is Found Everywhere
again Heron went by him, but this time about Like Brer Rabbit in the United States, Anansi, the
midnight. Humming-Bird did not pass him trickster spider hero of Africa's Ashanti people,
again until noon. The third night, Heron excels at outwitting others and sometimes him-
caughi up with Humming-Bird before mid- self. Here, his embarrassing predicament results
night, and Humming-Bird did not go by him in laying the base for the Ashanti proverb: "One
until lite evening. But then he had to stop head never goes into consultation." [From Har-
once more and Heron soon overtook him. So old Courlander, with Albert Kofi Prempeh, The
Heron got to the western ocean far ahead. It Hat-Shaking Dance and Other Tales from the
was early in the morning when he arrived, Cold Coast (Harcourt, 1957).]
and h>: began hunting for fish. Humming-
Bird lid not come until noon. Then Kwaku Anansi regarded himself as the wisest
Humrr ing-Bird said to Heron, "I did not be- He knew how to build bridges,
of all creatures.
lieve y u could get here first; for I can dart all to make dams and roads, to weave, and to
around you and all over you." hunt. But he didn't wish to share this wisdom
276 THE ORAL TRADITION
with other creatures. He decided one day that Lazies; Tales of the Peoples of Russia; tr. and ed.
he would gather together all the wisdom of by Mirra Cinsburg (Macmillan, 1973).]
the world and keep it for himself. So he went
around collecting wisdom, and each bit he Two frogs lived in the pond near a peasant's
found he put in a large earthen pot. When the house. One day they poked their heads out of
pot was full, Anansi prepared to carry it into a the water and saw a pot of cream standing
high treetop where no one else could find it. near the porch. They hopped over and jumped
He held the pot in front of him and began to in to see what kind of white water this was.
climb.
But then they could not jump out, for the pot
Anansi's son Intikuma was curious about
was deep and the cream was thicker than
what his father was doing, and he watched
water. One of the frogs said to himself:
from behind some bushes. He saw Anansi I'll drown, and
"Well, this is my last day.
holding the pot in front of him against his can do will save me. There's no use
nothing I
stomach. He saw that this made it hard for
trying."
Anansi to grasp the tree he was climbing. At And he sank down to the bottom and
last he couldn't keep quiet any longer and he
drowned.
said: "Father, may I make a suggestion?"
But the other frog wasn't lazy, and he did
Anansi was startled and angry, and he not want He said to himself:
to die.
shouted: "Why are you spying on me?" the end, but first I will do all I
Intikuma replied: "I only wanted to help
"I may die in
can to get out of this trouble."
you." And he swam, and he kicked, and he
Anansi said: "Is this your affair?" thrashed about till he had hardly any more
Intikuma said to him: "It's only that I see
strength to go on. And yet he did go on and on.
you are having difficulty. When you climb a Then suddenly, when he was almost losing
tree, it is very hard to hold a pot in front. If
hope, he felt something hard and slippery
you put the pot on your back, you can climb under his feet. He looked down and there
easily." was a firm yellow ball in the pot: he had
Anansi tried it. He took the pot from in churned the cream so long that it had turned
front and put it on his back. He climbed to butter. And the frog jumped out of the pot
swiftly. But then he stopped. He looked at and quickly skipped back to his pond. But his
Intikuma and was embarrassed, for although friend who would not try lay dead in the pot
he carried so much wisdom in the pot, he had until the peasant threw him out on the gar-
not known how to climb with it.
bage heap.
In anger, Kwaku Anansi took the pot and
threw it from the treetop. It fell on the earth
The Fox and the Thrush
and shattered into many pieces. The wisdom
that was in it scattered in all directions. When A clever reversal of situations makes for a witty
people heard what had happened, they came comment on human nature. [From Three Rolls
and took some of the wisdom Anansi had and One Doughnut; Fables from Russia; tr. and
thrown away. And so today, wisdom is not all retold by Mirra Ginsburg (Dial, 1970).]
in one place. Iteverywhere. Should you
is
find a foolish man, he is one who didn't come A hungry fox saw a thrush sitting high in a
when the others did to take a share of the tree.
wisdom. "Good morning, dear thrush," said the fox.
This the story the Ashanti people are
is "I heard your pleasant voice, and it made my
thinking of when they say: "One head can't heart rejoice."
exchange ideas with itself." "Thanks for your kindness," said the
thrush.
The fox called out, "What did you say? I
Two Frogs cannot hear you now. Why don't you come
Contrasting two kinds of behavior is a simple and down on the grass? We'll take a nice, long
efficient way of pointing a moral. [From The walk and have a good, friendly talk."
FABLES 277
But the thrush said, "It isn't safe for us Why, when a coward fears a thing,
birds on the grass." He figures everybody else does, too.
"You are not afraid of me?" cried the fox.
"Well, if not you, then some other animal."
"Oh, no, my dearest friend. There is a new The Rooster and the Hen
law in the land. Today there is peace among
all beasts. We are all brothers. None is al- The cumulative pattern comes to an unexpected
lowed hurt another."
to end in this fable, which features a Finnish sauna.
"That's good," said the thrush. "I see dogs [From James Cloyd Bowman and Margery Bianco,
coming this way. Under the old law, you Tales from a Finnish Tupa; tr. by Aili Kolehmainen
would have had to run away. But now there is (Whitman, 1936).]
no reason for you to be frightened."
As soon as the fox heard about the dogs, he One day a hen and a rooster went into the
pricked up his ears and started running. sauna take a bath. The rooster said:
to
"Where are you going?" cried the thrush. "Hen, fetch me some water from the well.
"We have a new law in the land. The dogs There isn't enough in the bucket here to wet
won't touch you now." the stones."
"Who knows," answered the fox as he ran. The hen went to the well and said:
"Perhaps they have not heard about it yet." "Good well, kind well, give me some wa-
ter."
"I'll give you water if you fetch me a dip-
The Mouse and the Rat per," said the well. So the hen went to the
woman of the house.
own translations of the French fabulist La
Krylov's "Good lady, kind lady, give me a dipper."
Fontaine had a great influence on his own crea-
"I'll give you a dipper if you'll fetch me a
tions, which were aimed at the official world of
pair of shoes," said the woman. So the hen
his day. Russian children have responded to the
went to the shoemaker and said:
grace and wit of Krylov's writing with affec- "Good shoemaker, kind shoemaker, give
tion. tr. by Guy Daniels
[From 15 Fables ofKrylov; me a pair of shoes."
give you the shoes if you'll fetch me an
(Macmillan, 1965).] "I'll
goes on to say that the man had once been the gling helplessly,
As Apion was born in Oasis in the
lion's trainer.
Too frustrated each time, to reach what it
desired.
Libyan Desert, Brodeur shows how natural it
would be for Apion to motivate the lion's grati- The dove's quick action proved that mercy
tude as he did. was not dead
When she bore and loosed a straw from over-
head
Androcles, a runaway slave, had fled to a To act as an earthwork whenever her friend
forest for safety.He had not been there long tired.
when he saw a Lion who was groaning with It was a successful ruse.
pain. He started to flee, but when he realized But a churl by chance had crept up without
that the Lion did not follow but only kept on shoes,
groaning, Androcles turned and went to it. And carried a crossbow to bag birds for his
The Lion, instead of rushing at him, put out a pot.
torn and bloody paw. Androcles, seeing the Venus' bird then tempted its use;
poor beast was in pain and wanting to help it, His eye grew bright at thought of the dainty
went up, took its paw, and examined it. Dis- dove he'd caught
covering a large thorn, the man pulled it out And he was about to bring it down hard-
and thus relieved the pain. The grateful Lion hearted sot
in return took Androcles to its cave and every When the ant pinched his heel; whereupon
day brought him food. Sometime later both The lout turned his head before he shot;
were captured and taken to Rome. The slave The pigeon had heard and then was gone,
was condemned to be killed by being thrown So no supper for churl as a result of his toil.
to the Lion, which had not had food for sever- "No penny, no pigeon possible."
al days. Androcles was led into the arena in
the presence of the Emperor and his court,
The Fox and the Goat
and at the same time the Lion was loosed. It
came headlong toward its prey, but when it Captain Fox was padding along sociably
came near Androcles, instead of pouncing With Master Goat whose horns none would
upon him, it jumped up and fawned upon him care to oppose,
like a friendly dog. The Emperor was much Though he could not see farther than the end
surprised and called to him Androcles who of his nose;
told his story. The Emperor freed both the Whereas the fox was practiced in chicanery.
slave and the Lion, for he thought such kind- Thirst led them to a well and they simultane-
ness and such gratitude were deserving ously
of reward. Leaped in to look for water there.
FABLES 279
After each had drunk what seemed a suffi- In her short muslin dress that encouraged
ciency, long strides,
The fox said to the goat, "Well, friend, and Since to make better time she wore shoes
from here where? with low heel
We can't be always drinking, Master Goat, And had tucked up her skirt at the sides.
can we? Like summer attire her head had grown
Put your feet up; your horns will rise to that light,
degree, Thinking of what she'd have bought by
Push against the wall until your rump is night.
snugged in; In exchange for the milk, since supposing it
I'll climb you like a ladder then, gone,
Up the back, up the horns again, She'd buy ten times ten eggs and three hens
In that way, as you have seen, could be set.
Before long I'll be where we first stood Taking care all hatched. out, she'd not lose
And can draw you up if you think good." more than one
"Genius," said the goat. "By my beard, And said, "Then there'll be pullets to sell.
what finesse! I'll raise them at home; it is quite within
Nothing like a fox's wit; reason,
A ruse on which I could not have hit; Since shrewd Master Fox will be doing well
A superlative mind, I confess." If I can't shortly buy a young pig and grow
The fox leaped out of the well; the goat had to bacon.
stay down The one I had bought would be almost half
Harangued as by a sage in a gown grown ;
About patience and experience; He'd need next to no feed almost nothing at
Yes; told: "If Heaven had only given you as all;
good sense When he's sold I'll have funds good hard
As the beard on your chin's an exceptional cash to count on.
one, Then with room at the barn for some stock in
You'd not be an adventurer the stall,
Into wells, as you have been. Therefore good- I could buy cow and calf if the pig had sold
by, I must depart. high;
Strain up high; each leap can be a new start. If I'd not had a loss, I'd add sheep by and
As for me, I'm due far from here; by."
I can't stand about as if at an inn." Perrette skipped for joy as she dreamt of what
she'd bought.
Better think of the outcome before you begin. The crock crashed. Farewell, cow, calf, fat
pig, eggs not hatched out.
The mistress of wealth grieved to forfeit for-
ever
The were mounting.
profits that
The Dairymaid and Her Milk-Pot
How ask her husband to forgive her
Perrette's milk-pot fitted her head-mat just Lest he beat her as was fitting?
right And thus ended the farce we have
Ne; tly quilted to grip the pot tight. watched:
Then >he set off to market and surely walked Don't count your chickens before they
well, are hatched.
280 THE ORAL TRADITION
Modern Fables
This wonder of an Elephant he catches the true spirit of fable, with its moral
Is very like a spear!" precept, its economy of expression, and its single
example by way of illustration. The humor lies in
The Third approached the animal, his skillful use of an archaic form in a contempo-
And happening to take rary idiom. [Reprinted by permission, The New
The squirming trunk within his hands, Yorker Magazine, Inc.]
Thus boldly up and spake:
"I see," quoth he, "the Elephant A young and impressionable moth once set
Is very like a snake!" his hearton a certain star. He told his mother
about this and she counseled him to set his
The Fourth reached out his eager hand, heart on a bridge lamp instead. "Stars aren't
And felt about the knee. the thing to hang around," she said; "Lamps
"What most this wondrous beast is like are the thing to hang around." "You get some-
Is mighty plain," quoth he; where that way," said the moth's father. "You
"Tis clear enough the Elephant don't get anywhere chasing stars." But the
Is very like a tree!" moth would not heed the words of either
parent. Every evening at dusk when the star
The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear came out he would start flying toward it and
Said, "E'en the blindest man every morning at dawn he would crawl back
FABLES 281
home worn out with his vain endeavor. One four and one-third light years, or twenty-five
day his father said to him, "You haven't trillionmiles, away. The moth thought it was
burned a wing in months, boy, and it looks to just caught in the top branches of an elm. He
me as if you were never going to. All your never did reach the star, but he went right on
brothers have been badly burned flying trying, night after night, and when he was a
around street lamps and all your sisters have very, very old moth he began to think that he
been terribly singed flying around house really had reached the star and he went
lamps. Come on, now, get out of here and get around saying so. This gave him a deep and
yourself scorched! A big strapping moth like lasting pleasure, and he lived to a great old
you without a mark on him!" age. His parents and his brothers and his
The moth left his father's house, but he sisters had all been burned to death when
would not fly around street lamps and he they were quite young.
would not fly around house lamps. He went Moral: Who flies afar from the sphere of
right on trying to reach the star, which was our sorrow is here today and here tomorrow.
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Maurice Wilson. Walck, 1962. (Grades 4-6)
Fifty-two fables retold with fresh vigor.
Fables in Picture-Book Form
The Fables of Aesop; Selected, Told Anew, and
Their History Traced by Joseph Jacobs and Done
into Pictures by Richard Heighway. Schocken, Aesop. The Hare and the Tortoise; pictures by
Paul Galdone. McGraw-Hill, 1962. (Grades 1-3)
1966.
A famous edition of the fables, first
A delightful picture book.
published
in 1894, brought back into print. Aesop. The Miller, His Son, and Their Donkey;
illus. by Roger Duvoisin. McGraw-Hill, 1962.
Lions and Lobsters and Foxes and Frogs; Fables
from Aesop; sel. and retold by Ennis Rees; illus. (Grades K-2)
The amusing tale of the miller who, by trying
by Edward Gorey. Young Scott, 1971. (Grades
to please all his taunters, learns to his shame
2-4)
The selected fables, told in verse and illustra- that he has pleased nobody and almost loses his
ted to show the "action" in each fable, take on a donkey into the bargain. Editions available in
comic aspect. French, Spanish, and Latin.
Anderson, Paul. The Fox, the Dog, and the Grif-
Fables of France fin; illus. by Laszlo Kubinyi. Doubleday, 1966.
(Grades 3 up)
La Fontaine, Jean de. Fables of La Fontaine; tr. by A nineteenth-century animal fable with illus-
Marianne Moore. Viking, 1954. trations reminiscent of old engravings yet filled
This translation of the fables by an American with contemporary wit and humor.
FABLES 283
A vigorous, modern version of Aesop's fable the old spelling, is dated 1692. Originally written
"The Lion and the Mouse" and the famous Greek as a "literary" version, as opposed to the school-
myth of Androcles and the lion. room ones then in use, this is a witty and concise
D'Aulaire, Ingri and Edgar Parin. Don't Count approach.
Your Chicks. Doubleday, 1943. (Grades 1-3) Fables from Incunabula to Modern Picture
The D'Aulaires' full-page lithographs in color Books; a selective bibliography; comp. by Bar-
distinguish this version of "The Maid with the bara Quinnam of the Children's Book Section of
SpUt Milk." the Library of Congress. Government Printing
Joyce, James. The Cat and the Devil; illus. by Office, 1966.
Richard Erdoes. Dodd, Mead, 1964. (Grades 1-3) Prepared in connection with an exhibition of
This modern fable was written by James fables in the Library of Congress, this bibliogra-
Joyce in 1936 as a letter to his grandson, Stephen phy gives historical and critical notes on fables
Joyce. from India, Aesop, La Fontaine, and Krylov. Of
great interest to students of children's literature.
A Turtle and a Loon; illus. by the
Massie, Diane.
author.Atheneum, 1965. (Grades 1-3) Kennerly, Karen, ed. Hesitant Wolf and Scrupu-
Humorous modern fables in verse. lous Fox; Fables Selected from World Litera-
ture. Random House, 1973.
Mistral, Gabriela. Crickets and Frogs; A Fable; tr. A stimulating collection that brings a story by
and adapt, by Doris Dana; illus. by Antonio
John Lennon together with fables, both written
Frasconi. Atheneum, 1972 (A Margaret K. McEl-
and oral, from anywhere, anytime. Grouped ac-
derry Book). (Grades 1-4)
cording to various themes, they are preceded by
In both Spanish and English, this fable is
an analytical introduction.
enchanting in its playfulness and engrossing in
its visual art by Frasconi. The Panchatantra; tr. from the Sanskrit by Arthur
W. Ryder. University of Chicago Press, 1925.
Showa ter, Jean B. The Donkey Ride; illus. by In his introduction the author states that this
Tomi Ungerer. Doubleday, 1967. translation was made "to extend accurate and
T ic fable of the opinionated father, the ques-
joyful acquaintance with one of the world's mas-
tion!ng son, and the resisting donkey leads to the terpieces." Panchatantra in Sanskrit means
conclusion "you can't please everybody, and "five books." Each of the five books is a story by
som .? people are never pleased." itself with shorter stories interwoven much in
Werth, Kurt. The Monkey, the Lion and the the same manner as the framework of the Arabi-
Sna^ie; retold and illus. by the author. Viking, an Nights. An invaluable source for students of
1967. folklore.
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Folktales
A s old as language, folktales have encircled the world. They are the most
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keeps to her story and how zealous she is for its accuracy. .
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people who follow the old life ways without change, attachment to inherit-
ed patterns is stronger than we, impatient for variety, can realize."
The first volume of the Kinder- und Hausmdrchen was published in
1812, a second volume in 1815, and a third in 1822. Successive revised
editions followed through the years. The two brothers opened up the gates
to a new world of scholarship that was as old as time. In their wake, scholar
after scholar sought out the hidden pockets of folklore in his own region and
made fresh discovery: Elias Lbnnrot (1802-1884) in Finland; Peter Asb-
jbrnsen (1812-1885) and his friend and collaborator Jbrgen Moe (1813-
1882) in Norway, with George Dasent (1817-1896) translating their work
into the English. In England, Andrew Lang (1844-1912) and Joseph Jacobs
(1854-1916) were among the leaders of the movement.
Fast on the steps of the nineteenth-century discovery of the folktale
came the succeeding waves of scholarly research, each with its version of
the origin of the tales. For early in the process of collecting, it became
apparent that the same story appeared in places far removed from one
another. How was the wide dissemination of the folktale to be explained,
and where did it originate? One theory, that of the linguistic scholars, held
that the tales came from a common language (Indo-European theory).
Another held that they came from a common locality, probably India. A
were really only broken-down myths, the detritus of
third said that the tales
a great, encompassing mythology based on the interpretation of nature; the
proponents of this theory offered rather far-fetched proof by saying, for
example, that when the wolf ate Red Riding-Hood, it was only symbolic of
the night swallowing up the day. Then came the anthropologist, who said
that the reason the same tales were found all over the world was that the
primitive mind, wherever it may be geographically or in whatever stage of
historical development, thinks like every other primitive mind and that
similar ideas generated similar tales. None of these theories could hold all
of the truth, and scholars and scientists would quickly dispute each theory
as it evolved.
Modern students of folklore follow the scheme of study which was
originated in Finland under the leadership of Julius and Kaarle Krohn,
father and son, who evolved a scientific method of studying the folktale by
means of a thorough examination of its history and geography; a
historical-geographical method that brings together all the variants of a
story and traces its history and travel. In this plan, "each of the hundreds of
tale types must be submitted to exhaustive study and in the end the
results of these studies synthesized into adequate generalizations." 3 The
stories are studied, not only by type, but by motif, which is "the smallest
element in a tale having power to persist in tradition," 4 such as the
recurring motif of the wicked stepmother, or the youngest son. The Finnish
movement resulted in a world organization of folklore scholars and enthu-
siasts. One of its greatest achievements centers in America, in the Motif-
Index of Folk-Literature edited by Stith Thompson, who occupied the first
chair of folklore to be established in the United States, at the University of
Indiana. Even the most casual reader of folklore, on looking into this Index,
3. Ibid., p. 396.
4. Ibid., p. 415.
288 THE ORAL TRADITION
Germany
One night, not long before Christmas,
The Elves
when the shoemaker had finished cutting out,
A common folk theme is one in which good and before he went to bed, he said to his
"What spruce and dandy boys are we black paws against the window, and the chil-
No longer cobblers we will be." dren saw them and cried, "We will not open
the door; our mother has not black feet like
Then they hopped and danced about, jump-
thee: thou art the wolf!" Then the wolf ran to
ing over the chairs and tables, and at last they
a baker and said, "I have hurt my feet, rub
danced out at the door.
some dough over them for me." And when the
From time they were never seen
that
baker had rubbed his feet over, he ran to the
again; but it always went well with the shoe-
miller and said, "Strew some white meal over
maker as long as he lived, and whatever he
took in hand prospered. my feet for me." The miller thought to him-
self, "The wolf wants to deceive some one,"
and refused; but the wolf said, "If thou wilt
The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids
not do it, I will devour thee." Then the miller
The wolf is most often the villain animal in beast was afraid and made his paws white for him.
tales. He frequently victimizes sheep, who are Truly men are like that.
held in some contempt among the old storytell- So now the wretch went for the third time
ers. In a general sense, the form of this story is to the house-door, knocked at it, and said,
cumulative. [From Jakob and Wilhelm Grimm, "Open the door for me, children, your dear
Household Tales; tr. by Margaret Hunt (G. Bell little mother has come home and has brought
and Son, London, 1884).] every one of you something back from the
forest with her." The little kids cried "First
There was once on a time an old goat who had show us thy paws that we may know if thou
seven little kids and loved them with all the art our dear little mother." Then he put his
love of a mother for her children. One day she paws in through the window, and when the
wanted to go into the forest and fetch some kids saw that they were white, they believed
food. So she called all seven to her and said, that all he said was true and opened the door.
"Dear children, I have to go into the forest; be But who should come in but the wolf! They
on your guard against the wolf; if he comes were terrified and wanted
to hide themselves.
in, he will devour you all skin, hair, and all. One sprang under the table, the second into
The wretch often disguises himself, but you the bed, the third into the stove, the fourth
will know him at once by his rough voice and into the kitchen, the fifth into the cupboard,
his black feet." The kids said, "Dear mother, the sixth under the washing-bowl, and the
we will take good care of ourselves; you may seventh into the clock-case. But the wolf
go away without any anxiety." Then the old found them all and used no great ceremony;
one bleated and went on her way with an easy one after the other he swallowed them down
mind. his throat. The youngest in the clock-case was
It was not long before some one knocked at the only one he did not find. When the wolf
the house-door and cried, "Open the door, had satisfied his appetite, he took himself off,
dear children: your mother is here and has laid himself down under a tree in the green
brought something back with her for each of meadow outside, and began to sleep. Soon
you." But the little kids knew that was the afterwards the old goat came home again
wolf by the rough voice. "We will not open the from the forest. Ah! what a sight she saw
door,' cried they. "Thou art not our mother. there! The house-door stood wide open. The
She h as a soft, pleasant voice, but thy voice is table, chairs, and benches were thrown
rough thou art the wolf!" Then the wolf went
; down, the washing-bowl lay broken to pieces,
away to a shopkeeper and bought himself a and the quilts and pillows were pulled off the
great lump of chalk, ate this and made his bed. She sought her children, but they were
voice soft with it. Then he came back, nowhere to be found. She called them one
knocked at the door of the house, and cried, after another by name, but no one answered.
"Opei the door, dear children, your mother is At last, when she came to the youngest, a soft
here and has brought something back with voice cried, "Dear mother, I am in the clock-
her fo r each of you." But the wolf had laid his case." She took the kid out, and it told her that
292 THE ORAL TRADITION
the wolf had come and had eaten all the isdead! The wolf is dead!" and danced for joy
others. Then you may imagine how she wept round about the well with their mother.
over her poor children.
At length in her grief she went out, and the
The Golden Goose
youngest kid ran with her. When they came to
the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree This tale has the very common motif of three
and snored so loud that the branches shook. brothers starting out to seek their fortunes; with
She looked at him on every side and saw that the youngest and supposedly stupid brother
something was moving and struggling in his eventually successful in his quest. Sometimes his
gorged body. "Ah, heavens," said she, "is it success is the result of chance; sometimes of a
possible that my poor children whom he has kindness he shows, as in this story; and some-
swallowed down for his supper can be still times he wins because he is really the clever one
alive?" Then the kid had to run home and of the three, as in Boots and His Brothers. [From
fetch scissors, and a needle and thread, and Jakob and Wilhelm Grimm, Household Tales; ed.
the goat cut open the monster's stomach, and and partly tr. anew by Marian Edwardes (Dent,
hardly had she made one cut, than one little London, 1922).]
kid thrust its head out, and when she had cut
farther, all six sprang out one after another, There was a man who had three sons. The
and were all still alive, and had suffered no youngest was called Dummling which is
injury whatever, for in his greediness the much the same as Dunderhead, for all
monster had swallowed them down whole. thought he was more than half a fool and
What rejoicing there was! Then they em- he was at all times mocked and ill-treated by
braced their dear mother, and jumped like a the whole household.
tailor at his wedding. The mother, however, It happened that the eldest son took it into
said, "Now go and look for some big stones, his head one day to go into the wood to cut
and we will fill the wicked beast's stomach fuel; and his mother gave him a nice pasty
with them while he is still asleep." Then the and a bottle of wine to take with him, that he
seven kids dragged the stones thither with all might refresh himself at his work. As he went
speed and put as many of them into his into the wood, a little old man bid him good
stomach as they could get in; and the mother day and said, "Give me a little piece of meat
sewed him up again in the greatest haste, so from your plate, and a little wine out of your
that he was not aware of anything and never bottle, for I am very hungry and thirsty." But
once stirred. this clever young man said, "Give you my
When the wolf at length had had his sleep meat and wine? No, I thank you, I should not
out, he got on his legs; and as the stones in his have enough left for myself and away he ;
stomach made him very thirsty, he wanted to went. He soon began to cut down a tree; but
go to a well to drink. But when he began to he had not worked long before he missed his
walk and to move about, the stones in his stroke and cut himself and was forced to go
stomach knocked against each other and rat- home to have the wound dressed. Now it was
tled. Then cried he, the little old man that sent him this mischief.
Next went out the second son to work; and
"What rumbles and tumbles
his mother gave him too a pasty and a bottle
Against my poor bones? of wine. The same little old man met him also
I thought 'twas six kids,
and asked him for something to eat and drink.
But it's naught but big stones."
But he too thought himself very clever, and
And when he got to the well and stooped said, "The more you eat the less there will be
over the water and was just about to drink, for me; so go your way!" The little man took
the heavy stones made him fall in and there care that he too should have his reward, and
was no help, but he had to drown miserably. the second stroke that he aimed against a tree
When the seven kids saw that, they came hit him on the leg, so that he too was forced to
running to the spot and cried aloud, "The wolf go home.
FOLKTALES 293
Then Dummling said, "Father, I should up to them; but the moment she touched her
like to go and cut wood too." But his father sisters she stuck fast and hung to the goose as
said, "Your brothers have both lamed them- they did. And so they kept company with the
selves; you had better stay at home, for you goose all night in the cold.
know nothing about the business of woodcut- The next morning Dummling got up and
ting." But Dummling was very pressing; and carried off the goose under his arm. He took
at last his father said, "Go your way! You will no notice at all of the three girls, but went out
be wiser when you have smarted for your with them sticking fast behind. So wherever
folly." His mother gave him only some dry he traveled, they too were forced to follow,
bread and a bottle of sour beer. But when he whether they would or no, as fast as their legs
went into the wood, he met the little old man, could carry them.
who said, "Give me some meat and drink, for In the middle of a field the parson met
I am very hungry and thirsty." Dummling them; and when he saw the train, he said,
said, "I have only dry bread and sour beer; if "Are you not ashamed of yourselves, you bold
that will suit you, we will sit down and eat it, girls, to run after a young man in that way
such as it is, together." So they sat down; and over the fields? Is that good behavior?" Then
when the lad pulled out his bread, behold it he took the youngest by the hand to lead her
was turned into a rich pasty; and his sour away; but as soon as he touched her he too
beer, when they tasted it, was delightful hung fast and followed in the train, though
wine. They ate and drank heartily; and when sorely against his will; for he was not only in
they had done, the little man said, "As you rather too good plight for running fast, but
have a kind heart, and have been willing to just then he had a little touch of the gout in
share everything with me, I will send a bless- the great toe of his right foot. By and by up
ing upon you. There stands an old tree; cut it came the clerk; and when he saw his master,
down, and you will find something at the the parson, running after the three girls, he
root." Then he took his leave and went his wondered greatly and said, "Holla! holla!
way. your reverence! whither so fast? There is a
Dummling set to work and cut down the christening today." Then he ran up and took
tree; and when it fell, he found, in a hollow him by the gown; when, lo and behold, he
under the roots, a goose with feathers of pure stuck fast too. As the five were thus trudging
gold. He
took it up and went on to a little inn along, one behind another, they met two
by the roadside where he thought to sleep for laborers with their mattocks coming from
the night on his way home. Now the landlord work; and the parson cried out lustily to them
had three daughters; and when they saw the to help him. But scarcely had they laid hands
goose they were very eager to see what this
,
upon him when they too fell into the rank;
wonderful bird could be and wished very and so they made seven, all running together
much to pluck one of the feathers out of its after Dummling and his goose.
tail. At last the eldest said, "I must and will Now Dummling thought he would see a
have ;i feather." So she waited till Dummling little of the world before he went home; so he
was gone to bed and then seized the goose by and his train journeyed on, till at last they
the wing; but to her great wonder there she came to a city where there was a king who
stuck, for neither hand nor finger could she had an only daughter. The princess was of so
get a^vay again. Then in came the second thoughtful and moody a turn of mind that no
sister and thought to have a feather too; but one could make her laugh; and the king had
the mDment she touched her sister, there she made known to all the world that whoever
too hi ng fast. At last came the third, and she could make her laugh should have her for his
also v\ anted a feather; but the other two cried wife. When the young man heard this, he
out, Keep away! for Heaven's sake, keep
'
a long and loud laugh. Then Dummling "Now then, what is the matter with you,
claimed her for his wife and married her; and old shaver?" said the ass.
he was heir to the kingdom, and lived long "I should like to know who would be cheer-
and happily with his wife. ful when his neck is in danger," answered the
But what became of the goose and the cat. "Now that I am old my teeth are getting
goose's tail I never could hear. blunt, and would rather sit by the oven and
I
long year, but whose strength began at last to that I must be made into soup, and this eve-
fail, so that each day as it came found him ning my neck is to be wrung, so that I am
less capable of work. Then his master began crowing with all my might while I can."
to think of turning him out, but the ass, "You had much better go with us, Chanti-
guessing that something was in the wind that cleer," said the ass. "We are going to Bremen.
boded him no good, ran away, taking the road At any rate, that will be better than dying.
to Bremen; for there he thought he might get You have a powerful voice, and when we are
an engagement as town musician. When he all performing together it will have a very
had gone a little way he found a hound lying good effect."
by the side of the road panting, as if he had So the cock consented, and they went on all
run a long way. four together.
"Now, Holdfast, what are you so out of But Bremen was too far off to be reached in
breath about?" said the ass. one day, and towards evening they came to a
"Oh dear!" said the dog, "now I am old, I wood, where they determined to pass the
get weaker every day, and can do no good in night. The ass and the dog lay down under a
the hunt; so, as my master was going to have large tree; the cat got up among the branches,
me killed, I have made my escape; but now, and the cock flew up to the top, as that was
how am I to gain a living?" the safest place for him. Before he went to
"I will tell you what," said the ass, "I am sleep he looked all round him to the four
going to Bremen to become town musician. points of the compass, and perceived in the
You may as well go with me, and take up distance a little light shining, and he called
music too. I can play the lute, and you can out to his companions that there must be a
beat the drum." house not far off, as he could see a light, so
And the dog consented, and they walked on the ass said,
together. It was not long before they came to "We had better get up and go there, for
a cat sitting in the road, looking as dismal as these are uncomfortable quarters." The dog
three wet days. began to fancy a few bones, not quite bare,
FOLKTALES 295
would do him good. And they all set off in the back door, but the dog, who was lying there,
direction of the light, and it grew larger and ran at him and bit his leg; and as he was
brighter, until at last it led them to a robber's rushing through the yard by the dunghill the
house, all lighted up. The ass, being the big- ass struck out and gave him a great kick with
gest,went up to the window, and looked in. his hindfoot; and the cock, who had been
"Well, what do you see?" asked the dog. wakened with the noise, and felt quite brisk,
"What do I see?" answered the ass; "here is cried out, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
a table set out with splendid eatables and Then the robber got back as well as he
drinkables, and robbers sitting at it and mak- could to his captain, and said, "Oh dear! in
ing themselves very comfortable." that house there is a grewsome witch, and I
"That would just suit us," said the cock. felther breath and her long nails in my face;
"Yes, indeed, I wish we were there," said and by the door there stands a man who
the ass. Then they consulted together how it stabbed me in the leg with a knife; and in the
should be managed so as to get the robbers yard there lies a black specter, who beat me
out of the house, and at last they hit on a plan. with his wooden club; and above, upon the
The ass was to place his forefeet on the who cried, 'Bring
roof, there sits the justice,
window-sill, the dog was to get on the ass's that rogue here!" And so I ran away from the
back, the cat on the top of the dog, and lastly place as fast as I could."
the cock was to fly up and perch on the cat's From that time forward the robbers never
head. When that was done, at a given signal ventured to that house, and the four Bremen
they all began to perform their music. The ass town musicians found themselves so well off
brayed, the dog barked, the cat mewed, and where they were that there they stayed. And
the cock crowed; then they burst through into the person who last related this tale is still
the room, breaking all the panes of glass. The living, as you see.
robbers fled at the dreadful sound; they
thought it was some goblin and fled to the
wood in the utmost terror. Then the four
companions sat down to table, made free with
the remains of the meal, and feasted as if
they had been hungry for a month. And when
they had finished they put out the lights, and
each sought out a sleeping-place to suit his
nature and habits. The ass laid himself down
outside on the dunghill, the dog behind the
door, the cat on the hearth by the warm
ashes, and the cock settled himself in the
cockloft, and as they were all tired with their
long journey they soon fell fast asleep.
Wh3n midnight drew near, and the robbers
from afar saw that no light was burning and
that everything appeared quiet, their captain
said t) them that he thought that they had
run away without reason, telling one of them
to go and reconnoiter. So one of them went
and found everything quite quiet; he went
into the kichen to strike a light, and taking
the glowing fiery eyes of the cat for burning
coals, he held a match to them in order to
kindle it. But the cat, not seeing the joke, flew
Illustration by Hans Fischer from The Traveling Musi-
into his face, spitting and scratching. Then cians by the Brothers Grimm. Reproduced by permis-
he cri( d out in terror, and ran to get out at the sion of Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.
296 THE ORAL TRADITION
Hansel and Grethel brightly, and the white flints that lay in front
of the house glistened like pieces of silver.
Hansel and Grethel is one of the best-loved of fairy
Hansel stooped and filled the little pocket of
tales,with its comestible house, its malevolent
his coat as full as it would hold. Then he went
witch, the friendship of birds, and the courage of
back again, and said to Grethel,
the children themselves. [From Jakob and Wil-
helm Grimm, Household Stories; tr. by Lucy
"Be easy, dear little sister, and go to sleep
Crane (Macmillan, 1886).] quietly; God will not forsake us," and laid
himselfdown again in his bed.
When the day was breaking, and before the
Near a great forest there lived a poor wood- sun had risen, the wife came and awakened
cutter and his wife, and his two children; the the two children, saying,
boy's name was Hansel and the girl's Grethel. "Get up, you lazy bones; we are going into
They had very little to bite or to sup, and once, the forest to cut wood."
when there was great dearth in the land, the Then she gave each of them a piece of
man could not even gain the daily bread. As bread, and said,
he lay in bed one night thinking of this, and "That is for dinner, and you must not eat it
turning and tossing, he sighed heavily, and before then, for you will get no more."
said to his wife, Grethel carried the bread under her apron,
"What will become of us? we cannot even for Hansel had his pockets full of the flints.
feed our children; there is nothing left for Then they set off all together on their way to
ourselves." the forest. When they had gone a little way
"I will tell you what, husband," answered Hansel stood still and looked back towards
the wife; "we will take the children early in the house, and this he did again and again,
the morning into the forest, where it is thick- till his father said to him,
est; we will make them a fire, and we will "Hansel, what are you looking at? take
give each of them a piece of bread, then we care not to forget your legs."
will go to our work and leave them alone; they "O father," said Hansel, "I am looking at
will never find the way home again, and we my little white kitten, who is sitting up on the
shall be quit of them." roof to bid me good-bye."
"No, wife," said the man, "I cannot do "You young fool," said the woman, "that is
that; I cannot find in my heart to take my not your kitten, but the sunshine on the
children into the forest and to leave them chimney-pot."
there alone; the wild animals would soon Of course Hansel had not been looking at
come and devour them." his kitten, but had been taking every now and
"O you fool," said she, "then we will all then a flint from his pocket and dropping it on
four starve; you had better get the coffins the road.
ready," and she left him no peace until he When they reached the middle of the forest
consented. the father told the children to collect wood to
"But I really pity the poor children," said make a fire to keep them warm; and Hansel
the man. and Grethel gathered brushwood enough for a
The two children had not been able to sleep little mountain; and it was set on fire, and
for hunger, and had heard what their step- when the flame was burning quite high the
mother had said to their father. Grethel wept wife said,
bitterly, and said to Hansel, "Now lie down by the fire and rest your-
"It is all over with us." selves, you children, and we will go and cut
"Do be quiet, Grethel," said Hansel, "and wood; and when we are ready we will come
do not fret; I will manage something." And and fetch you."
when the parents had gone to sleep he got up, So Hansel and Grethel sat by the fire, and
put on his little coat, opened the back door, at noon they each ate their pieces of bread.
and slipped out. The moon was shining They thought their father was in the wood all
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the time, as they seemed to hear the strokes of locked the door, and Hansel could not get out;
the axe: but really it was only a dry branch but he comforted his little sister, and said,
hanging to a withered tree that the wind "Don't cry, Grethel, and go to sleep quietly,
moved to and fro. So when they had stayed and God will help us."
there a long time their eyelids closed with Early the next morning the wife came and
weariness, and they fell fast asleep. When at pulled the children out of bed. She gave them
last they woke it was night, and Grethel each a little piece of bread less than before;
began to cry, and said, and on the way to the wood Hansel crumbled
"How shall we
ever get out of this wood?" the bread in his pocket, and often stopped to
But Hansel comforted her, saying, throw a crumb on the ground.
"Wait a little while longer, until the moon "Hansel, what are you stopping behind and
rises, and then we can easily find the way staring for?" said the father.
home." "I am looking at my little pigeon sitting on
And when the full moon got up Hansel took the roof, to say good-bye to me," answered
his little sister by the hand, and followed the Hansel.
way where the flint stones shone like silver, "You fool," said the wife, "that is no pi-
and showed them the road. They walked on geon, but the morning sun shining on the
the whole night through, and at the break of chimney pots."
day they came to their father's house. They Hansel went on as before, and strewed
knocked at the door, and when the wife bread crumbs all along the road.
opened it and saw that it was Hansel and The woman led the children far into the
Grethel she said, wood, where they had never been before in all
"You naughty children, why did you sleep their lives. And again there was a large fire
so long in the wood? we thought you were made, and the mother said,
never coming home again!" "Sit still there, you children, and when you
But the father was glad, for it had gone to are tired you can go to sleep; we are going into
his heart to leave them both in the woods the forest to cut wood, and in the evening,
alone. when we are ready to go home we will come
Not very long after that there was again and fetch you."
great scarcity in those parts, and the children So when noon came Grethel shared her
heard their mother say at night in bed to their bread with Hansel, who had strewed his
father, along the road. Then they went to sleep, and
"Everything is finished up; we have only the evening passed, and no one came for the
half a loaf, and after that the tale comes to an poor children. When they awoke it was dark
end. The children must be off; we will take night, and Hansel comforted his little sister,
them farther into the wood this time, so that and said,
they shall not be able to find the way back "Wait a little, Grethel, until the moon gets
again; there is no other way to manage." up, then we shall be able to see the way home
The man felt sad at heart, and he thought, by the crumbs of bread that I have scattered
"It would better to share one's last morsel along it."
with one's children." So when the moon rose they got up, but
But the wife would listen to nothing that he they could find no crumbs of bread, for the
said, but scolded and reproached him. He birds of the woods and of the fields had come
who says A must say B too, and when a man and picked them up. Hansel thought they
has given in once he has to do it a second might find the way all the same, but they
time. could not. They went on all that night, and
But the children were not asleep, and had the next day from the morning until the eve-
heard ill the talk. When the parents had gone ning, but they could not find the way out of
to slee 3 Hansel got up to go out and get more the wood, and they were very hungry, for they
flint st mes, as he did before, but the wife had had nothing to eat but the few berries they
298 THE ORAL TRADITION
could pick up. And when they were so tired pancakes, with sugar, apples, and nuts. After
that they could no longer drag themselves that she showed them two little white beds,
along, they lay down under a tree and fell and Hansel and Grethel laid themselves down
asleep. on them, and thought they were in heaven.
It was now the third morning since they The old woman althou gh her behaviour was
,
had left their father's house. They were al- so kind, was a wicked witch, who lay in wait
ways trying to get back to it, but instead of for children, and had built the little house on
that they only found themselves farther in the purpose to entice them. When they were once
wood, and if help had not soon come they inside she used to kill them, cook them, and
would have been starved. About noon they eat them, and then it was a feast-day with
saw a pretty snow-white bird sitting on a her. The witch's eyes were red, and she could
bough, and singing so sweetly that they not see very far, but she had a keen scent, like
stopped to listen. And when he had finished the beasts, and knew very well when human
the bird spread his wings and flew before creatures were near. When she knew that
them, and they followed after him until they Hansel and Grethel were coming, she gave a
came to a little house, and the bird perched on spiteful laugh, and said triumphantly,
the roof, and when they came nearer they "I have them, and they shall not escape
saw that the house was built of bread, and me!"
roofed with cakes; and the window was of Early in the morning, before the children
transparent sugar. were awake, she got up to look at them, and
"We will have some of this," said Hansel, as they lay sleeping so peacefully with round
"and make a fine meal. I will eat a piece of rosy cheeks, she said to herself,
the roof, Grethel, and you can have some of "What a fine feast I shall have!"
the window that will taste sweet." Then she grasped Hansel with her with-
So Hansel reached up and broke off a bit of ered hand, and led him into a little stable, and
the roof, just to see how it tasted, and Grethel shut him up behind a grating; and call and
stood by the window and gnawed at it. Then scream as he might, it was no good. Then she
they heard a thin voice call out from inside, went back to Grethel and shook her, crying,
"Get up, lazy bones; fetch water, and cook
"Nibble, nibble, like a mouse,
Who is nibbling at my house?" something nice for your brother; he is outside
in the stable, and must be fattened up. And
And the children answered, when he is fat enough I will eat him."
Grethel began to weep bitterly, but it was of
"Never mind,
no use, she had to do what the wicked witch
It is the wind."
bade her.
And they went on eating, never disturbing And so the best kind of victuals was cooked
themselves. Hansel, who found that the roof for poor Hansel, while Grethel got nothing but
tasted very nice, took down a great piece of it, crab-shells. Each morning the old woman
and Grethel pulled out a large round window- visited the little stable, and cried,
pane, and sat her down and began upon it. "Hansel, stretch out your finger, that I may
Then the door opened, and an aged woman tell if you will soon be fat enough."
came out, leaning upon a crutch. Hansel and Hansel, however, used to hold out a little
Grethel felt very frightened, and let fall what bone, and the old woman, who had weak
they had in their hands. The old woman, eyes, could not see what it was, and suppos-
however, nodded her head, and said, ing it to be Hansel's finger, wondered very
"Ah, my dear children, how come you much that it was not getting fatter. When
here? you must come indoors and stay with four weeks had passed and Hansel seemed to
me, you will be no trouble." remain so thin, she lost patience and could
So she took them each by the hand, and led wait no longer.
them into her little house. And there they "Now then, Grethel," cried she to the little
found a good meal laid out, of milk and girl; "be quick and draw water; be Hansel fat
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or be he lean, to-morrow I must kill and cook "Now, away we go," said Hansel; "if we
him." only can get out of the witch's wood."
Oh what a grief for the poor little sister to When they had journeyed a few hours they
have water, and how the tears flowed
to fetch came to a great piece of water.
down over her cheeks! "We can never get across this," said Han-
"Dear God, pray help us!" cried she; "if we sel, "I see no stepping-stones and no bridge."
had been devoured by wild beasts in the wood "And there is no boat either," said Grethel;
at least we should have died together." "but here comes a white duck; if I ask her she
"Spare me your lamentations," said the old will help us over."So she cried,
woman; "they are of no avail." "Duck, duck, here we stand,
Early next morning Grethel had to get up, Hansel and Grethel, on the land,
make the fire, and fill the kettle.
Stepping-stones and bridge we lack,
"First we do the baking," said the old
will
Carry us over on your nice white back."
woman; "I have heated the oven already, and
kneaded the dough." And the duck came accordingly, and Han-
She pushed poor Grethel towards the oven, sel got upon her and told his sister to come
out of which the flames were already shining. too.
"Creep in," said the witch, "and see if it "No," answered Grethel, "that would be
is properly hot, so that the bread may be toohard upon the duck; we can go separately,
baked." one after the other."
And Grethel once in, she meant to shut the And that was how
it was managed, and
door upon her and let her be baked, and then after that they went on happily, until they
she would have eaten her. But Grethel per- came to the wood, and the way grew more
ceived her intention, and said, and more familiar, till at last they saw in the
"I don't know how to do it: how shall I get distance their father's house. Then they ran
in?" till they came up to it, rushed in at the door,
"Stupid goose," said the old woman, "the and on their father's neck. The man had
fell
opening is big enough, do you see? I could get not had a quiet hour since he left his children
in myself!" and she stooped down and put her in the wood; but the wife was dead. And when
head in the oven's mouth. Then Grethel gave Grethel opened her apron the pearls and pre-
her a push, so that she went in farther, and cious stones were scattered all over the room,
she shut the iron door upon her, and put up and Hansel took one handful after another
the bar. Oh how frightfully she howled! but out of his pocket. Then was all care at an end,
Grethel ran away, and left the wicked witch and they lived in great joy together.
to burn miserably. Grethel went straight to
Hansel, opened the stable-door, and cried, The Fisherman and His Wife
"Hansel, we are free! the old witch is
dead!' This is a universal story if there ever was one.
Then out flew Hansel like a bird from its Who has not known an insatiable woman, or a
cage as soon as the door is opened. How man who feels himself quite able to undertake
rejoiced they both were! how they fell each on the tasks of God himself? When anyone says,
the other's neck! and danced about, and "She's like the fisherman's wife," the whole tale
kissec each other! And as they had nothing is told. [From Jakob and Wilhelm Grimm, House-
more :o fear they went over all the old witch's hold Stories; tr. by Lucy Crane (Macmillan,
house, and in every corner there stood chests 1886).]
of pe; rls and precious stones.
"Tl is is something better than flint There was once a fisherman and his wife who
stone; ," said Hansel, as he filled his pockets, lived together in a hovel by the sea-shore, and
and C rethel, thinking she also would like to the fisherman went out every day with his
carry something home with her, filled her hook and line to catch fish, and he angled and
apron full. angled.
300 THE ORAL TRADITION
Illustration by Madeleine Cekiere. From The Fisherman and His Wife, told by the
Brothers Grimm, illustrated by Madeleine Cekiere. Copyright 1957 by Pantheon
Books, Inc. Reprinted by permission of Pantheon books, a Division of Random
House, Inc.
One day he was sitting with his rod and "No," said the man "that is, I did catch a
looking into the clear water, and he sat and flounder, but as he said he was an enchanted
sat. prince, I let him go again."
Then the flounder came swimming up, and was purple and dark blue andgrey and thick,
said, and not green and yellow as before. And he
"Now then, what does she want?" stood and said,
"Oh," said the man, "you know when I "O man, O man! if man you be,
caught you my wife says I ought to have
Or flounder, flounder, in the sea
wished for something. She does not want to
Such a tiresome wife I've got,
live any longer in the hovel, and would rather
For she wants what I do not."
have a cottage.
"Go home with you," said the flounder, "Now then, what does she want?" said the
"she has it already." flounder.
"
So the man went home, and found, instead "Oh," said the man, half frightened, she
of the hovel, a little cottage, and his wife was wants to live in a large stone castle."
sitting on a bench before the door. And she "Go home with you, she is already standing
took him by the hand, and said to him, before the door," said the flounder.
"Come in and see if this is not a great Then the man went home, as he supposed,
improvement." but when he got there, there stood in the place
So they went in, and there was a little of the cottage a great castle of stone, and his
house-place and a beautiful little bedroom, a wife was standing on the steps, about to go in;
kitchen and larder, with all sorts of furniture, so she took him by the hand, and said,
and iron and brass ware of the very best. And "Let us enter."
at the back was a little yard with fowls and With that he went in with her, and in the
ducks, and a little garden full of green vege- castle was a great hall with a marble pave-
tables and fruit. ment, and there were a great many servants,
"Look," said the wife, "is not that nice?" who led them through large doors, and the
"Yes," said the man, "if this can only last passages were decked with tapestry, and the
we shall be very well contented." rooms with golden chairs and tables, and
"We will see about that," said the wife. And crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling;
after a meal they went to bed. and all the rooms had carpets. And the tables
So all went well for a week or fortnight, were covered with eatables and the best wine
when the wife said, for any one who wanted them. And at the
"Look here, husband, the cottage is really back of the house was a great stable-yard for
too confined, and the yard and garden are so horses and cattle, and carriages of the finest;
small; I think the flounder had better get us a besides, there was a splendid large garden,
larger house; I should like very much to live with the most beautiful flowers and fine fruit
in a large stone castle; so go to your fish and trees, and a pleasance full half a mile long,
he will send us a castle." with deer and oxen and sheep, and everything
"O my dear wife," said the man, "the cot- that heart could wish for.
tage is good enough; what do we want a "There!" said the wife, "is not this beauti-
castle for?" ful?"
"We want one," said the wife; "go along "Oh yes," said the man, "if it will only last
with >ou; the flounder can give us one." we can live in this fine castle and be very well
"New, wife," said the man, "the flounder contented."
gave us the cottage; I do not like to go to him "We will see about that," said the wife, "in
again, he may be angry." the meanwhile we will sleep upon it." With
"Gc along," said the wife, "he might just as that they went to bed.
well give us it as not; do as I say!" The next morning the wife was awake
The man felt very reluctant and unwilling; first, just at the break of day, and she looked
and h<; said to himself, out and saw from her bed the beautiful coun-
"It s not the right thing to do;" neverthe- try lying all round. The man took no notice of
lesshe went. it, so she poked him in the side with her
So A /hen he came to the seaside, the water elbow, and said,
302 THE ORAL TRADITION
"Husband, get up and just look out of the "Yes," said the wife, "now I am king."
window. Look, just think we
could be king
if So then he stood and looked at her, and
over all this country. Just go to your fish and when he had gazed at her for some time he
tell him we should like to be king." said,
"Now, wife," said the man, "what should "Well, wife, this is fine for you to be king!
we be kings for? I don't want to be king." now there is nothing more to wish for."
"Well," said the wife, "if you don't want to "O husband!" said the wife, seeming quite
be king, I will be king." restless, "I am tired of this already. Go to your
"Now, wife," said the man, "what do you fish and tell him that now I am king I must be
want to be king for? I could not ask him such emperor."
a thing." "Now, wife," said the man," "what do you
"Why not?" said the wife, "you must go want to be emperor for?"
directly all the same; I must be king." "Husband," said she, "go and tell the fish I
So the man went, very much put out that want to be emperor."
his wife should want to be king. "Oh dear!" said the man, "he could not do
"It is not the right thing to do not at all it I cannot ask him such a thing. There is
the right thing," thought the man. He did not but one emperor at a time; the fish can't
at all want to go, and yet he went all the possiblymake any one emperor indeed he
same. can't."
And when he came to the sea the water "Now, look here," said the wife, "I am
was quite dark grey, and rushed far inland, king, and you are only my husband, so will
and had an ill smell. And he stood and said, you go at once? Go along! for if he was able to
make me king he is able to make me emperor;
"O man, O man! if man you be,
and I and must be emperor, so go along!"
will
Or flounder, flounder, in the sea
So he was obliged to go; and as he went he
Such a tiresome wife I've got,
felt very uncomfortable about it, and he
For she wants what I do not."
thought to himself,
"Now then, what does she want?" said the "It is not at all the right thing to do; to want
fish. to be emperor is really going too far; the
"Oh dear!" said the man, "she wants to be flounder will soon be beginning to get tired of
king." this."
"Go home with you, she is so already," said With that he came to the sea, and the water
the fish. was quite black and thick, and the foam flew,
So the man went back, and as he came to and the wind blew, and the man was terri-
the palace he saw it was very much larger, fied. But he stood and said,
and had great towers and splendid gateways;
"O man, O man! if man you be,
the herald stood before the door, and a num-
Or flounder, flounder, in the sea
ber of soldiers with kettle-drums and trum-
Such a tiresome wife I've got,
pets.
For she wants what I do not."
And when he came inside everything was
of marble and and there were many
gold, "What is it now?" said the fish.
curtains with great golden tassels. Then he "Oh dear!" said the man, "my wife wants
went through the doors of the saloon to where to be emperor."
the great throne-room was, and there was his "Go home with you," said the fish, "she is
wife sitting upon a throne of gold and dia- emperor already."
monds, and she had a great golden crown on, So the man went home, and found the
and the sceptre in her hand was of pure gold castle adorned with polished marble and ala-
and jewels, and on each side stood six pages baster figures, and golden gates. The troops
in a row, each one a head shorter than the were being marshalled before the door, and
other. So the man went up to her and said, they were blowing trumpets and beating
"Well, wife, so now you are king!" drums and cymbals; and when he entered he
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saw barons and earls and dukes waiting Such a tiresome wife I've got,
about like servants; and the doors were of For she wants what I do not."
bright gold. And he saw his wife sitting upon
a throne made of one entire piece of gold, and "Well, what now?" said the fish.
it was about two miles high; and she had a "Oh dear!" said the man, "she wants to be
great golden crown on, which was about three pope."
yards high, set with brilliants and carbun- "Go home with you, she is pope already,"
cles; and in one hand she held the sceptre, said the fish.
and in the other the globe; and on both sides So he went home, and he found himself
of her stood pages in two rows, all arranged before a great church, with palaces all round.
according to their size, from the most enor- He had to make his way through a crowd of
mous giant of two miles high to the tiniest people; and when he got inside he found the
dwarf of the size of my little finger; and place lighted up with thousands and thou-
before her stood earls and dukes in crowds. So sands of lights; and his wife was clothed in a
the man went up to her and said, golden garment, and sat upon a very high
"Well, wife, so now you are emperor." throne, and had three golden crowns on, all in
"Yes," said she, "now I am emperor." the greatest priestly pomp; and on both sides
Then he went and sat down and had a good of her there stood two rows of lights of all
look at her, and then he said, sizes from the size of the longest tower to
"Well now, wife, there is nothing left to be, the smallest rushlight, and all the emperors
now you are emperor." and kings were kneeling before her and kiss-
"What are you talking about, husband?" ing her foot.
said she; "I am emperor, and next I will be "Well, wife," said the man, and sat and
pope! so go and tell the fish so." stared at her, "so you are pope."
"Oh dear!" said the man, "what is it that "Yes," said she, "now I am pope!"
you don't want? You can never become pope; And he went on gazing at her till he felt
there is but one pope in Christendom, and the dazzled, as he were sitting in the sun. And
if
go to your fish, and tell him I want power over wrote Wanda Gag The Horn Book for March
in
The man was so fast asleep that when he controversy over fairy tales and speaks out in
started up he fell out of bed. Then he shook their defense.
himself together, and opened his eyes and There is a moving spiritual quality in the story
said, of Rapunzel, in which so much is endured for the
"Oh, wife, what did you say?" sake of love, and the tears of the beloved have
"Husband," said she, "if I cannot get the the power to heal blindness. [From Jakob and
power of making the sun and moon rise when Wilhelm Grimm, Household Stories, tr.
by Lucy
I want them, I shall never have another quiet Crane (Macmillan, 1886).]
hour.Go to the fish and tell him so."
"O wife!" said the man, and fell on his
knees "the fish can really not do that
to her, There once lived a man and his wife, who had
for you. I grant you he could make you emper- long wished for a child, but in vain. Now
or and pope; do be contented with that, I beg there was at the back of their house a little
of you." window which overlooked a beautiful garden
And she became wild with impatience, and full of the finest vegetables and flowers; but
screamed out, there was a high wall all round it, and no one
"I can wait no longer, go at once!" ventured into it, for it belonged to a witch of
And so off he went as well as he could for great might, and of whom all the world was
fright. And a dreadful storm
arose, so that he afraid. One day that the wife was standing at
could hardly keep his feet; and the houses the window, and looking into the garden, she
and trees were blown down, and the moun- saw a bed filled with the finest rampion; and
tains trembled, and rocks fell in the sea; the it looked so fresh and green that she began to
sky was quite black, and it thundered and wish for some; and at length she longed for it
lightened; and the waves, crowned with greatly. This went on for days, and as she
foam, ran mountains high. So he cried out, knew she could not get the rampion, she
without being able to hear his own words, pined away, and grew pale and miserable.
Then the man was uneasy, and asked,
"O man, O man! if man you be,
"What is the matter, dear wife?"
Or flounder, flounder, in the sea
"Oh," answered she, "I shall die unless I
Such a tiresome wife I've got,
can have some of that rampion to eat that
For she wants what I do not."
grows in the garden at the back of our house."
"Well, what now?" said the flounder. The man, who loved her very much, thought
"Oh dear!" said the man, "she wants to to himself,
order about the sun and moon." "Rather than lose my wife I will get some
"Go home with you!" said the flounder, rampion, cost what it will."
"you will find her in the old hovel." So in the twilight he climbed over the wall
And there they are sitting to this very day. into the witch's garden, plucked hastily a
handful of rampion and brought it to his wife.
She made a salad of it at once, and ate of it to
Rapunzel her heart's content. But she liked it so much,
and it tasted so good, that the next day she
"After all, a fairy story is not just a fluffy puff of longed for it thrice as much as she had done
nothing which can be blown aside by a
airily before; if she was to have any rest the man
'school of thought/ nor is it merely a tenuous bit must climb over the wall once more. So he
of make believe. ... Its roots are real and solid, went in the twilight again; and as he was
reaching far back into man's past, into ancient climbing back, he saw, all at once, the witch
mythology and religion, and into the lives and standing before him, and was terribly fright-
customs of many peoples and countries." So ened, as she cried, with angry eyes,
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"How dare you climb over into my garden "O Rapunzel, Rapunzel! let down your
like a thief, and steal my rampion! it shall be hair."
the worse for you!" Then he saw how Rapunzel let down her
"Oh," answered he, "be merciful rather long tresses, and howthe witch climbed up by
than just, I have only done it through necessi- it and went in to her, and he said to himself,
ty; for my wife saw your rampion out of the "Since that is the ladder I will climb it, and
window, and became possessed with so great seek my fortune." And the next day, as soon
a longing that she would have died if she as it began to grow dusk, he went to the tower
could not have had some to eat." Then the and cried,
witch said, "O Rapunzel, Rapunzel! let down your
"If it as you say you may have as
is all hair."
much rampion as you like, on one con- And she let down her hair, and the King's
dition the child that will come into the son climbed up by it.
world must be given to me. It shall go well Rapunzel was greatly terrified when she
with the child, and I will care for it like a saw that a man had come in to her, for she
mother." had never seen one before; but the King's son
In his distress of mind the man promised began speaking so kindly to her, and told how
everything; and when the time came when her singing had entered into his heart, so that
the child was born the witch appeared, and, he could have no peace until he had seen her
giving the child the name of Rapunzel (which herself. Then Rapunzel forgot her terror, and
is the same as rampion), she took it away with when he asked her to take him for her hus-
her. band, and she saw that he was young and
Rapunzel was the most beautiful child in beautiful, she thought to herself,
the world. When she was twelve years old the "I certainly like him much better than old
witch shut her up in a tower in the midst of a mother Gothel," and she put her hand into his
wood, and it had neither steps nor door, only a hand, saying,
small window above. When the witch wished "I would willingly go with thee, but I do not
to be let in, she would stand below and would know how I shall get out. When thou comest,
cry, bring each time a silken rope, and I will make
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel! let down your hair!" a ladder, and when it is quite ready I will get
Rapunzel had beautiful long hair that down by it out of the tower, and thou shalt
shone like gold. When she heard the voice of take me away on thy horse." They agreed that
the witch she would undo the fastening of the he should come to her every evening, as the
upper window, unbind the plaits of her hair, old woman came in the day-time. So the
and hit it down twenty ells below, and the witch knew nothing of all this until once
witch would climb up by it. Rapunzel said to her unwittingly,
After they had lived thus a few years it "Mother Gothel, how is it that you climb up
happened that as the King's son was riding here so slowly, and the King's son is with me
through the wood, he came to the tower; and in a moment?"
as he drew near he heard a voice singing so "O wicked child," cried the witch, "what is
sweet y that he stood still and listened. It was this hear! I thought I had hidden thee from
I
Rapunzel in her loneliness trying to pass away all the world, and thou hast betrayed me!"
the ti ne with sweet songs. The King's son In her anger she seized Rapunzel by her
wishe 1 to go in to her, and sought to find a beautiful hair, struck her several times with
door i i the tower, but there was none. So he her left hand, and then grasping a pair of
rode home, but the song had entered into his shears in her right snip, snap the beauti-
heart, and every day he went into the wood ful locks lay on the ground. And she was so
and li ;tened to it. Once, as he was standing hard-hearted that she took Rapunzel and put
there mder a tree, he saw the witch come up, her in a waste and desert place, where she
and li; tened while she called out, lived in great woe and misery.
306 THE ORAL TRADITION
The same day on which she took Rapunzel conception of the dwarfs in his production of
away she went back to the tower in the eve- 'Snow White.'" It is interesting to note that there
ning and made fast the severed locks of hair is some
disagreement with him on this score.
to the window-hasp, and the King's son came There are those who feel that the names and the
and cried, characterization bestowed upon the Disney
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel! let down your hair." dwarfs were something less than true to the
Then she let the hair down, and the King's mystery and dignity that is traditionally their due.
son climbed up, but instead of his dearest Dopey, Sneezy, Sleepy, and Doc these seem
Rapunzel he found the witch looking at him unlikely names for members of the same race as
with wicked glittering eyes. Rumpelstiltskin and Tom Tit Tot. In hisautobiog-
"Aha!" cried she, mocking him, "you came raphy, Surprised by Joy, C. S. Lewis, professor of
for your darling, but the sweet bird sits no Medieval and Renaissance English Literature at
longer in the nest, and sings no more; the cat Cambridge University, speaks of his delight in
has got her, and will scratch out your eyes as dwarfs, "the old, bright-hooded, snowy-bearded
well! Rapunzel is lost to you; you will see her dwarfs we had in those days . . . before Walt
no more." Disney vulgarized the earthmen" (p. 54).
The King's son was beside himself with At any rate, the story of the child among dwarfs
grief, and in his agony he sprang from the is one of the most appealing in all folklore, with
tower: he escaped with life, but the thorns on its mingled motifs of cruel stepmother and magic
which he fell put out his eyes. Then he wan- sleep, to be broken by Prince Charming. [From
dered blind though the wood, eating nothing Jakob and Wilhelm Grimm, Household Stories,
but roots and berries, and doing nothing but tr. by Lucy Crane (Macmillan and Co., 1886).]
And she was contented, for she knew that and through the thorn bushes, and the wild
the looking-glass spoke the truth. beasts after her, but they did her no harm.
Now, Snow-white was growing prettier She ran as long as her feet would carry her;
and prettier, and when she was seven years and when the evening drew near she came to
old she was as beautiful as day, far more so a little house, and she went inside to rest.
than the queen herself. So one day when the Everything there was very small, but as pret-
queen went to her mirror and said, ty and clean as possible. There stood the little
table ready laid, and covered with a white
"Looking-glass upon the wall,
cloth, and seven little plates, and seven
Who is fairest of us all?"
knives and forks, and drinking-cups. By the
It answered, wall stood seven little beds, side by side,
covered with clean white quilts. Snow-white,
"Queen, you are full fair, 'tis true,
But Snow-white fairer is than you:" being very hungry and thirsty, ate from each
plate a little porridge and bread, and drank
This gave the queen a great shock, and she out of each little cup a drop of wine, so as not
became yellow and green with envy, and to finish up one portion alone. After that she
from that hour her heart turned against felt so tired that she lay down on one of the
Snow-white, and she hated her. And envy and beds, but it did not seem to suit her; one was
pride like ill weeds grew in her heart higher too long, another too short, but at last the
every day, until she had no peace day or seventh was quite right; and so she lay down
night. At last she sent for a huntsman, and upon it, committed herself to heaven, and fell
said, asleep.
"Take the child out into the woods, so that I When it was quite dark, the masters of the
may set eyes on her on more. You must put house came home. They were seven dwarfs,
her to death, and bring me her heart for a whose occupation was to dig underground
token." among the mountains. When they had lighted
The huntsman consented, and led her their seven candles, and it was quite light in
away; but when he drew his cutlass to pierce the little house, they saw that some one must
Snow-white's innocent heart, she began to have been in, as everything was not in the
weep, and to say, same order in which they left it. The first said,
"Oh, dear huntsman, do not take my life; I "Who has been sitting in my little chair?"
will go away into the wild wood, and never The second said,
come home again." "Who has been eating from my little
And as she was so lovely the huntsman had plate?"
pity on her, and said, The third said,
"Away with you then, poor child;" for he "Who has been taking my little loaf?"
thought the wild animals would be sure to The fourth said,
devour her, and it was as if a stone had been "Who has been tasting my porridge?"
rolled away from his heart when he spared to The fifth said,
put her to death. Just at that moment a young "Who has been using my little fork?"
wild bDar came running by, so he caught and The sixth said,
killed t, and taking out its heart, he brought it "Who has been cutting with my little
to the queen for a token. And it was salted and knife?"
cooked, and the wicked woman ate it up, The seventh said,
thinki ig that there was an end of Snow- "Who has been drinking from my little
white. cup?"
Now, when the poor child found herself Then the first one, looking round, saw a
quite ;ilone in the wild woods, she felt full of hollow in his bed, and cried,
terror, even of the very leaves on the trees, "Who has been lying on my bed?"
and si e did not know what to do for fright. And the others came running, and cried,
Then he began to run over the sharp stones
; "Some one has been on our beds too!"
308 THE ORAL TRADITION
Illustration by Wanda
Gag. Reprinted by permission of Coward, McCann &
Ceoghegan, Inc. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs by Wanda Gag.
from
Copyright 1938 by Wanda Gag.
But when the seventh looked at his bed, he you may stay with us, and you shall lack
saw little Snow-white lying there asleep. nothing."
Then he told the others, who came running "With all my heart," said Snow-white; and
up, crying out in their astonishment, and so she stayed, and kept the house in good
holding up their seven little candles to throw order. In the morning the dwarfs went to the
a light upon Snow-white. mountain to dig for gold; in the evening they
"O goodness! O gracious!" cried they, came home, and their supper had to be ready
"what beautiful child is this?" and were so for them. All the day long the maiden was left
full of joy to see her that they did not wake alone, and the good little dwarfs warned her,
her, but let her sleep on. And the seventh saying,
dwarf slept with his comrades, an hour at a "Beware of your step-mother, she will soon
time with each, until the night had passed. know you are here. Let no one into the
When it was morning, and Snow-white house."
awoke and saw the seven dwarfs, she was Now the queen, having eaten Snow-
very frightened; but they seemed quite white's heart, as she supposed, felt quite sure
friendly, and asked her what her name was, that now she was the first and fairest, and so
and she told them; and then they asked how she came to her mirror, and said,
she came to be in their house. And she related
to them how her step-mother had wished her "Looking-glass upon the wall,
to be put to death, and how the huntsman had Who is fairest of us all?"
spared her life, and how she had run the And the glass answered,
whole day long, until at last she had found
their little house. Then the dwarfs said, "Queen, thou art of beauty rare,
"If you will keep our house for us, and But Snow-white living in the glen
cook, and wash, and make the beds, and sew With the seven little men
and knit,and keep everything tidy and clean, Is a thousand times more fair."
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Then she was very angry, for the glass "Looking-glass against the wall,
always spoke the truth, and she knew that the Who is fairest of us all?"
huntsman must have deceived her, and that
Snow-white must still be living. And she And it answered as before,
thought and thought how she could manage
to make an end of her, for as long as she was
"Queen, thou art of beauty rare,
But Snow-white living in the glen
not the fairest in the land, envy left her no
With the seven little men
rest. At last she thought of a plan; she painted
Is a thousand times more fair."
her face and dressed herself like an old pedlar
woman, so that no one would have known When she heard that she was so struck
her. In this disguise she went across the with surprise that all the blood left her heart,
seven mountains, until she came to the house for she knew that Snow-white must still be
of the seven little dwarfs, and she knocked at living.
the door and cried, "But now," said she, "I will think of some-
"Fine wares to sell! fine wares to sell!" thing that will be her ruin." And by witch-
Snow-white peeped out of the window and craft she made a poisoned comb. Then she
cried, dressed herself up to look like another differ-
"Good-day, good woman, what have you to ent sort of old woman. So she went across the
sell?" seven mountains and came to the house of
"Good wares, fine wares," answered she, the seven dwarfs, and knocked at the door
"laces of all colours;" and she held up a piece and cried,
that was woven of variegated silk. "Good wares to sell! good wares to sell!"
"I need not be afraid of letting in this good Snow-white looked out and said,
woman," thought Snow-white, and she un- "Go away, I must not let anybody in."
barred the door and bought the pretty lace. "But you are not forbidden to look," said
"What a figure you are, child!" said the old the old taking out the poisoned comb
woman,
woman, "come and let me lace you properly and holding It pleased the poor child so
it up.
for once." much that she was tempted to open the door;
Snow-white, suspecting nothing, stood up and when the bargain was made the old
before her, and let her lace her with the new woman said,
lace; but the old woman laced so quick and "Now, for once your hair shall be properly
tight that it took Snow-white's breath away, combed."
and she fell down as dead. Poor Snow-white, thinking no harm, let the
"Now you have done with being the fair- old woman do as she would, but no sooner
est," said the old woman as she hastened was the comb put in her hair than the poison
away. began to work, and the poor girl fell down
Not long after that, towards evening, the senseless.
seven dwarfs came home, and were terrified "Now, you paragon of beauty," said the
to see their dear Snow-white lying on the wicked woman, "this is the end of you," and
ground, without life or motion; they raised went off. By good luck it was now near eve-
her up, and when they saw how tightly she ning, and the seven little dwarfs came home.
was heed they cut the lace in two; then When they saw Snow-white lying on the
she be *an to draw breath, and little by little ground as dead, they thought directly that it
she returned to life. When the dwarfs heard was the step-mother's doing, and looked
what had happened they said, about, found the poisoned comb, and no soon-
"Th( old pedlar woman was no other than er had they drawn it out of her hair than
the wic ked queen; you must beware of letting Snow-white came to herself, and related all
any on in when we are not here!"
; that had passed. Then they warned her once
And when the wicked woman got home she more to be on her guard, and never again to
went t( her glass and said, let any one in at the door.
310 THE ORAL TRADITION
And the queen went home and stood before And when she went home and asked the
the looking-glass and said, looking-glass,
consent I will bring you to great honour, and statement. the French version, the falsehood is
In
until she went and saw the bride. And when "My necklace," said the girl.
she saw her she knew her for Snow-white, The little man took the necklace, seated
and could not stir from the place for anger himself before the wheel, and whirr, whirr,
and terror.For they had ready red-hot iron whirr! three times round and the bobbin was
shoes, in which she had to dance until she fell full; then he took up another, and whirr,
down dead. whirr, whirr; three times round, and that was
full; and so he went on till the morning, when
all the straw had been spun, and all the
bobbins were full of gold. At sunrise came the
Rumr elstiltskin and when he saw the gold he was
king,
Riddle; are a frequent motif in folktales. Versions astonished and very much rejoiced, for he
of this ale can be found among most of the early was very avaricious. He had the miller's
people;. Besides the riddle motif, we find here daughter taken into another room filled with
the de/ice of testing the truth of a previous straw, much bigger than the last, and told her
312 THE ORAL TRADITION
that as she valued her life she must spin it all Then the queen began to lament and to
in one night. weep, so that the little man had pity upon her.
The girl did notknow what to do, so she "I will give you three days," said he, "and if
began to cry, and then the door opened, and at the end of that time you cannot tell my
the little man appeared and said, "What will name, you must give up the child to me."
you give me if I spin all this straw into gold?" Then the queen spent the whole night in
"The ring from my finger," answered the thinking over all the names that she had ever
girl. heard, and sent a messenger through the land
So the little man took the ring, and began to ask far and wide for all the names that
again to send the wheel whirring round, and could be found. And when the little man
by the next morning all the straw was spun came next day, (beginning with Caspar, Mel-
into glistening gold. The king was rejoiced chior, Balthazar) she repeated all she knew,
beyond measure at the sight, but as he could and went through the whole list, but after
never have enough of gold, he had the mill- each the little man said, "That is not my
er's daughter taken into a still larger room name."
full of straw, and said, "This, too, must be The second day the queen sent to inquire of
spun in one night, and if you accomplish it all the neighbors what the servants were
you shall be my wife." For he thought, "Al- called, and told the little man all the most
though she is but a miller's daughter, I am unusual and singular names, saying, "Per-
not likely to find any one richer in the whole haps you are called Roast-ribs, or Sheep-
world." shanks, or Spindleshanks?" But he answered
As soon as the girl was left alone, the little nothing but "That is not my name."
man appeared for the third time and said, The third day the messenger came back
"What will you give me if I spin the straw for again, and said, "I have not been able to find
you this time?" one single new name; but as I passed through
"I have nothing left to give," answered the the woods I came to a high hill, and near it
girl. was a little house, and before the house
"Then you must promise me the first child burned a fire, and round the fire danced a
you have after you are queen," said the little comical little man, and he hopped on one leg
man. and cried,
"But who knows whether that will hap-
pen?" thought the girl; but as she did not "Today do I bake, tomorrow I brew,
know what else to do in her necessity, she The day after that the queen's child comes
promised the little man what he desired, upon in;
which he began to spin, until all the straw And oh! I am glad that nobody knew
was gold. And when in the morning the king That the name I am called is Rumpelstilt-
came and found all done according to his skin!"
wish, he caused the wedding to be held at
once, and the miller's pretty daughter became You cannot think how pleased the queen
a queen. was to hear that name, and soon afterwards,
In a year's time she brought a fine child when the little man walked in and said,
into the world, and thought no more of the "Now, Mrs. Queen, what is my name?" she
little man; but one day he came suddenly into said atfirst, "Are you called Jack?"
her room, and said, "Now give me what you "No," answered he.
promised me." "Are you called Harry?" she asked again.
The queen was terrified greatly, and of- "No," answered he. And then she said,
fered the little man
the riches of the
all "Then perhaps your name is Rumpelstilt-
kingdom if he would only leave the child; but skin!"
the little man said, "No, I would rather have "The devil told you that! the devil told you
something living than all the treasures of that!" cried the little man, and in his anger he
the world." stamped with his right foot so hard that it
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went into the ground above his knee; then he such a fury that he split in two, and there was
seized his left foot with both his hands in an end of him.
France
will go up." LittleRed Riding-Hood pulled the even dreamed of paying the interest, he be-
bobbin, and the door opened. came uneasy, so much so that at last he
When the Wolf saw her come in, he hid resolved to go and see His Majesty himself
himself under the bedclothes and said to her, and get repaid. So one fine morning Drakes-
"Put the cake and the little jar of butter in the tail,very spruce and fresh, takes the road,
cupboard and come into bed with me." singing: "Quack, quack, quack, when shall I
Little Red Riding-Hood undressed and get my money back?"
went to the bedside and was very much aston- He had not gone far when he met friend
ished to see how different her grandmother Fox, on his rounds that way.
looked to what she did when she was up and "Good-morning, neighbor," says the friend,
dressed. "where are you off to so early?"
"Grandmother," she exclaimed, "what "I am going to the King for what he owes
long arms you have!" me."
"All the better to hug you with, my little "Oh! take me with thee!"
girl." Drakestail said to himself: "One can't have
"Grandmother, what long legs you have!" too many friends." ... "I will," says he, "but
"All the better to run with, child." going on all-fours you will soon be tired. Make
"Grandmother, what long ears you have!" yourself quite small, get into my throat go
"All the better to hear with, child." into my gizzard and I will carry you."
"Grandmother, what large eyes you have!" "Happy thought!" says friend Fox.
"All the better to see with, child." He takes bag and baggage and presto! is
"Grandmother, what large teeth you gone like a letter into the post.
have!" And Drakestail is off again, all spruce and
"All the better to eat you with!" fresh, still singing: "Quack, quack, quack,
And saying these words, the wicked Wolf when shall I have my money back?"
sprang out upon Little Red Riding-Hood and He had not gone far when he met his
ate her up. lady-friend Ladder, leaning on her wall.
"Good-morning, my duckling," says the
lady friend, "whither away so bold?"
Drakestail
"I am going to the King for what he owes
One of the most charming of the beast tales. me."
Here are magic, a hero mistreated but self- "Oh! take me with thee!"
confident, and the hero's final success, all told in Drakestail said to himself: "One can't have
a simple, direct manner. The climax is so noncha- too many friends." ... "I will," says he, "but
lantly met by Drakestail that the child-listener with your wooden legs you will soon be tired.
accepts it quite satisfied, and the adult reader is Make yourself quite small, get into my
equally delighted, although for another reason. throat go into my gizzard and I will carry
[From Andrew Lang, The Red Fairy Book (Long- you."
mans, 1947).] "Happy thought!" says my friend Ladder,
and nimble, bag and baggage, goes to keep
Drakestail little, that is why he was
was very company with friend Fox.
called Drakestail; but tiny as he was he had And "Quack, quack, quack." Drakestail is
brains, and he knew what he was about, for off again, singing and spruce as before. A
having begun with nothing he ended by little further he meets his sweetheart, my
amassing a hundred crowns. Now the King of friend River, wandering quietly in the sun-
the country, who was very extravagant and shine.
never kept any money, having heard that "Thou, my cherub," says she, "whither so
Drakestail had some, went one day in his own lonesome, with arching tail, on this muddy
person to borrow his hoard; and, my word, in road?"
those days Drakestail was not a little proud of "I am going to the King, you know, for
having lent money to the King. But after the what he owes me."
first and second year, seeing that they never "Oh! take me with thee!"
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Drakestail said to himself: "One can't have know what it is! Make him come in and put
toomany friends." ... "I will," says he, "but him with the turkeys and chickens."
you who sleep while you walk will soon be The porter descends.
tired. Make yourself quite small, get into my "Have the goodness to enter."
throat go into my gizzard and I will carry "Good!" says Drakestail to himself, "I shall
you." now see how they eat at court."
"Ah, happy thought!" says my friend River. "This way, this way," says the porter. "One
She takes bag and baggage and glou, glou, step further. .
There, there you are."
. .
in the yard, where he begins to sing louder the face that they lost their heads, and not
than ever. knowing where to hide themselves they all
When
the King, who was still at table and jumped pell-mell from the window and broke
laughing at the good trick he had played his their necks on the pavement.
creditor, heard him again reclaiming his Behold Drakestail much astonished, all
money, he became livid with rage. alone in the big saloon and master of the
He commanded that the furnace should be field. He could not get over it.
heated, and this tailof a drake thrown into it, Nevertheless, he remembered shortly what
because he must be a sorcerer. he had come for to the palace, and improving
The furnace was soon hot, but this time the occasion, he set to work to hunt for his
Drakestail was not so afraid; he counted on dear money. But in vain he rummaged in all
his sweetheart, my friend River. the drawers; he found nothing; all had been
spent.
"River, River, outward flow,
And ferreting thus from room to room he
Or to death Drakestail must go."
came at last to the one with the throne in it
My friend River hastens out, and errouf! and feeling fatigued, he sat himself down on
throws herself into the furnace, which she itto think over his adventure. In the mean-
floods with all the people who had lighted it; while the people had found their King and his
after which she flowed growling into the hall ministers with their feet in the air on the
of the palace to the height of more than four pavement, and they had gone into the palace
feet. to know how it had occurred. On entering the
And Drakestail, quite content, begins to throne-room, when the crowd saw that there
swim, singing deafeningly, "Quack, quack, was already someone on the royal seat, they
quack, when shall I get my money back?" broke out in cries of surprise and joy:
The King was still at table and thought
"The King is dead, long live the King!
himself quite sure of his game; but when he
Heaven has sent us down this thing."
heard Drakestail singing again and when
they told him all that had passed, he became who was no longer surprised at
Drakestail,
furious and got up from table brandishing his anything, received the acclamations of the
fists. people as if he had never done anything else
"Bring him here, and I'll cut his throat! all his life.
bring him here quick!" cried he. A few of them certainly murmured that a
And quickly two footmen ran to fetch Drakestail would make a fine King; those who
Drakestail. knew him replied that a knowing Drakestail
"At last," said the poor chap, going up the was a more worthy King than a spendthrift
great stairs, "they have decided to receive likehim who was lying on the pavement. In
me." short, they ran and took the crown off the
Imagine his terror when, on entering, he head of the deceased, and placed it on that of
sees the King as red as a turkey cock, and all Drakestail, whom it fitted like wax.
his ministers attending him, standing sword Thus he became King.
in hand. He thought this time it was all up "And now," said he after the ceremony,
with him. Happily, he remembered that there "ladies and gentlemen, let's go to supper. I
was still one remaining friend, and he cried am so hungry!"
with dying accents:
"Bs, bs, bayonet them!" The brave Wasp's- costume and festival, its clear portrait of an
nest rushes out with all his wasps. They endearing young girl, its evocation of snow and
threw themselves on the infuriated King and the winter night, its moments of magic and ro-
his ministers, and stung them so fiercely in mance. The great poet's touch is everywhere
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Walter de la Mare, Told Again (Knopf, 1927).] front of the great kitchen fire, her stool drawn
close up to the hearth among the cinders.
There were once upon a time three sisters There she would begin to dream even before
who lived in an old, high, stone house in a she fell asleep; and in mockery her sisters
street not very far from the great square of called her Cinderella.
the city where was the palace of the King. They never left her at peace. If they could
The two eldest of these sisters were old and not find work for her to do, they made it; and
ugly, which is bad enough. They were also for food gave her their crusts and bits left
sour and jealous, which is worse. And simply over. They hated her, and hated her all the
because the youngest (who was only their more because, in spite of their scowls and
half-sister) was gentle and lovely, they hated grumblings, she never stayed mumpish or
her. sulky, while her cheeks ever grew fairer and
While they themselves sat in comfort in her eyes brighter. She couldn't help it. Since
their fine rooms upstairs, she was made to she felt young and happy, she couldn't but
live in a dark, stone-flagged kitchen with seem so.
nothing but rats, mice, and cockroaches for Now all this may have been in part because
company. There, in a kind of cupboard, she Cinderella had a fairy godmother. This fairy
slept. By day she did the housework godmother had come to her christening, and
cooking and scrubbing and sweeping and well the sisters remembered it. This little
scouring. She made the beds, she washed bunched-up old woman had a hump on her
their linen, she darned their stockings, she back, was dressed in outlandish clothes and a
mended their clothes. She was never in bed high steeple hat, and the two impudent trol-
till midnight; and summer or winter, she had lops (who even then tried to make themselves
tobe up every morning at five, to fetch water, look younger than they were) had called her
to chop up the firewood and light the fires. In "Old Stump-Stump," had put out their
the bli:id, frozen mornings of winter she tongues at her, and laughed at every word she
could scarcely creep about for the cold. said.
Yet, m
spite of all this, though she hadn't But except for one slow piercing look at
enough to eat, though her sisters never them out of her green eyes (after which they
weariec of nagging and scolding at her, or of laughed no more), the old woman had paid
beating her, either, when they felt in the them no heed. She had stooped over Cinderel-
humour, she soon forgot their tongues and la's wooden cradle and gazed a long time at
bruises She must have been happy by nature, her sleeping face, then, laying her skinny
just as by nature a may-tree is covered with fore-fingeron the mite's chin, she had slowly
leaves md
blossom, or water jets out of a nodded once, twice, thrice. If every nod
well-spiing. To catch sight of a sunbeam meant a fairy gift, then what wonder Cin-
lighting up the kitchen wall now and then, derella had cheeks like a 'wild rose, eyes
or the noonlight stealing across the floor, clear as dewdrops, and a tongue like a black-
or mere y to wake and hear the birds shrilling bird's?
at daybreak, was enough to set her heart Now Cinderella, of course, could not re-
on fire. member her christening; and her godmother
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had never been seen or heard of since. She old finery they could lay hands on. For hours
seemed to have quite forgotten her godchild; together they sat in front of their great
and when one day Cinderella spoke of her to looking-glass, smirking this way and lan-
her sisters, they were beside themselves with guishing that, trying on any old gown or cloak
rage. they could find slippers and sashes, wigs
"Godmother, forsooth!" they cackled. and laces and buckles and necklaces, and
"Crazy old humpback! Much she cares for never of the same mind for two minutes
you, Miss Slut! Keep to your cinders; and no together. And when they weren't storming at
more drowsing and dreaming by the fire!" Cinderella, they were quarreling and wran-
So time went on, until at last Cinderella gling between themselves.
was so used to their pinchings and beatings As for Cinderella, from morning to night
and scoldings that she hardly noticed them. she sat stitching and stitching till she could
She kept out of their company as much as she scarcely see out of her young eyes or hold her
could, almost forgot how to cry, was happy needle. The harder she worked and the more
when she was alone, and was never idle. she tried to please them, the worse they
Now a little before Christmas in the year fumed and flustered. They were like wasps in
when Cinderella was eighteen, the King sent a trap.
out his trumpeters to proclaim that on At last came the night of the Ball. The
Twelfth Night there was to be a great Ball at streets were ablaze with torches and bonfires.
the Palace, with such dancing and feasting In every window burned wax tapers. Shawls
and revelry as had never been known in that and silks of all the colours of the rainbow
country before. Bonfires were to be lit on the dangled from sill and balcony. Wine red and
hills, torches in the streets. There were to be golden gushed from the fountains. Every-
stalls of hot pies, eels, sweetmeats, cakes and where there was feasting and merriment,
comfits in the market-place. There were to be laughter and music. At one end of the city
booths showing strange animals and birds was a booth of travelling bears, which were
and suchlike; and the fountains in the city soon so crammed with buns and honeycomb
were to run that night with wine. For the next that they could only sit and pant; and at
day after it would be the twenty-first birthday the other was a troupe of Barbary apes that
of the King's only son. When the people heard played on every kind of instrument of music.
the proclamation of the King's trumpeters, Besides which, there was a singing Mermaid;
there were wild rejoicings, and they at once a Giant, with a dwarf on his hat-brim; and a
began to make ready for the feast. wild man from the Indies that gulped down
In due time there came to the old stone flaming pitch as if it were milk and water.
house where the three sisters lived the King's The country people, all in their best and
Lord Chamberlain. At sound of the wheels of gayest clothes (and they came from far and
his coach the two elder sisters squinnied near as if to a Fair), had brought their chil-
down out of their window and then at once dren even to the youngest, and stood gazing
scuttled downstairs to lock Cinderella up in and gaping at the dressed-up lords and ladies
the kitchen, in case he should see not only her in their coaches and carriages on their way
rags, but her lovely young face. He had come, to the Palace. There were coaches with six
as they guessed, to bring them the King's horses, and coaches with four; and a fat,
command that they should attend the great furred, scarlet-silked postillion to each pair.
Ball. "I see, madam, three are invited," he The whole city under the tent of the starry
said, looking at his scroll. night flared bright as a peepshow.
"Ay," said they, as if in grief, "but only two But Cinderella hadn't a moment even to
of us are left." So he bowed and withdrew. peer down from an upper window at these
After that the two old sisters scarcely wonders. She hardly knew whether she was
stopped talking about the Ball. They could on her head or her heels. And when at last her
think of nothing else. They spent the whole two old sisters looking in their wigs and
day and every day in turning out their chests powder more like bunched-up fantastic mon-
and wardrobes in search of whatever bit of keys than human beings had at last rolled
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off in their hired carriage to the Palace, she behold on the doorstep stood a little old hump-
was so tired she could scarcely creep upstairs. backed woman, with a steeple hat on her
After tidying up the litter in their bed- head, and over her round shoulders a buckled
rooms, and making a pot of soup to be kept green cloak that came down to her very heels.
simmering for them till they came home, she "Good-evening, my dear," said the old
drew her stool up to the kitchen fire, with not woman. "I see you don't know who / am?"
even the heart to look out of the window. She Her green eyes gleamed in the candlelight as
had never before felt so lonely or wretched, she peered into the gloom of the kitchen.
and as she sat there in the red glow of the "And why, pray, are you sitting here alone,
smouldering coals, before even she knew it when all the world is gone to the Ball?"
was there, a tear rolled down her cheek and Cinderella looked at her at her green
splashed with a sizzle into the hot ashes. She far-set eyes and long hooked nose, and she
ached all over. Nevertheless she poked up the smiled back at the old woman and begged her
fire again, swept up the ashes, began to sing a to come in. Then she told her about the Ball.
little to herself, forgot to go on, and as she did "Ahai!" said the old woman, "and I'll
so set to wondering what she would be doing be bound to say, my dear, you'd like to go
now if she herself had gone to the Palace. too. Ay, so I thought. Come, then, there's no
"But since you can't be in two places at once, time to waste. Night's speeding on. Put on
my dear," she suddenly laughed out loud, your gown and we'll be off to the Palace at
"why here you must stay." once."
By now it had grown quieter in the streets, Now her sisters had strictly forbidden Cin-
and against the black of the window in the derella to stir from the house in their absence.
wintry night snow was falling. Sitting on her Bread and water for three days they had
stool among the cinders, Cinderella listened threatened her with if she so much as opened
to thefar-away strains of music. But these too the door. But she knew in her heart they had
died away as she listened; utter silence came not told her the truth about the Ball. She
with the snow; and in a minute or two she knew she had been invited to go too; and now
would have fallen fast asleep. she was not so frightened of them as she used
Indeed, all was so hushed at last in the to be. None the less, she could only smile in
vacant kitchen that the ashes, like pygmy reply to the old woman, and all she could say
bells in a belfry, tinkled as they fell; a cricket was: "It's very kind of you, ma'am. I should
began shrilly churring from a crevice in the dearly like to go to the Ball, and I'm sorry; but
hob, and she could hear the tiny tic-a-tac-tac I've nothing to go in."
of the mice as they came tippeting and frisk- Now the old woman was carrying in her
ing round her stool. Then, suddenly, softly, hand (for she stooped nearly double) a crutch
and without warning, there sounded out of or staff, and she said, "Ahai! my dear! Rags
the deep hush a gentle knock-knocking at the and skin, eh? So it's nothing but a gown you
door. need. That's soon mended."
Cinderella's drowsy eyes opened wide. The With that, she lifted a little her crutch into
mice scuttled to their Then all was
wainscot. the air, and as if at a sign and as if an owl had
still a|;ain. What stranger was this, come in swooped in out of the night, there floated in
the da*k and the snow? Maybe, thought Cin- through the open door out of the darkness and
derella, it was only
the wind in the ivy. But snow a small square Arabian leather trunk,
no, yt again there sounded that gentle red and gold, with silver hinges and a silver
knocki ng there could be no mistake of that. lock.
So Cinderella rose from her stool, lit the tal- The old woman touched the lock with her
low ca idle in an old copper candlestick, and, crutch and the lid flew open. And beneath the
lifting the latch, peered out into the night. lid there lay a gown of spangled orient muslin
The stars of huge Orion were wildly shak- edged with swansdown and seed pearls and
ing in he dark hollow of the sky; the cold air white as hoar-frost. There was a fan of
lapped her cheek; and the garden was man- strange white feathers, too, and a wreath of
tled de;p and white as wool with snow. And green leaves and snow-flowers, such flowers
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as bloom only on the tops of the mountains "I think, do you know, dear Godmother,"
under the stars. said Cinderella, frowning a little, "I should
"So there's the gown!" said the old woman love to walk." Her Godmother pointed with
with a cackle. "Now hasten, my dear. Polish her crutch and, looking at Cinderella with her
up those bright young cheeks of yours, and sharp green eyes, said:
we'll soon get a-going."
Cinderella ran off at once into the scullery, "Never grumbling, nought awry;
put her face under the pump, and scrubbed Always willing, asks no why;
away until her cheeks were like wild roses, Patient waiting, free as air
and her hands like cuckoo-flowers. She came What's that pumpkin over there?"
back combing her hair with all that was left
of her old comb, and then and there, in front Then Cinderella looked at the old summer
of the kitchen fire, shook herself free of her pumpkin in the corner by the dresser that had
rags and slipped into the muslin gown. been put by for pie in the winter, and didn't
Whereupon she looked exactly like a rose- know what to say.
bush dazzling with hoar-frost under the "Bring it a little closer, my dear," said her
moon. Godmother. So Cinderella lifted the great
The old woman herself laced up the silver pumpkin in her bare arms and laid it down by
laces, and herself with a silver pin pinned the the hearth. Once more the old woman waved
wreath of green leaves and snow-flowers in her crutch, and behold, the pumpkin swelled
Cinderella's dark hair, then kissed her on and swelled before Cinderella's very eyes; it
both cheeks. As they stood there together, yet swelled in its faded mottled green till it was
again the far-away music of fiddle and trum- as huge as a puncheon of wine, and then split
pet came stealing in through the night air softly open. And before Cinderella could so
from the Palace. And suddenly Cinderella much as sigh with surprise and delight, there,
frowned, and a shadow stole over her face. on its snow-slides, stood a small, round-
"But look, ma'am," said she, "just look at topped, green and white coach.
my old shoes!" For there they stood, both of "Ahai!" breathed the old woman again, and
them together by the hearth, two old battered out of their holes came scampering a round
clouts that had long been friends in need and dozen of house mice, which, with yet another
in deed, but had by now seen far too much of wave of her crutch, were at once transformed
the world. The old woman laughed and into twelve small deer, like gazelles, with
stooped over them. silver antlers, and harness of silver, bridles
"Why," she said, "what's being old, my and reins. Six of them stood out in the snow
dear? Merely little by little, and less by less." under the stars, four of them in the kitchen,
As she said these words, she jerked up the tip and two in the entry. Then out from a larger
of her crutch again, and, behold, the two old hole under the shelf where the pots and pans
patched-up shoes seemed to have floated off were kept, and behind which was the stone
into another world and come back again. larder with its bacon and cheeses, brisked
For in their stead was a pair of slippers the four smart black rats; and these also were
like of which Cinderella had never seen or changed and transmogrified as if at a whis-
even dreamed of. They were of spun glass per, and now sat up on the coach, two in front
and lined with swansdown, and Cinderella and two behind a sharp-nosed coachman
slipped her ten toes into them as easily as a and three dapper footmen. And the coachman
minnow slips under a stone. sat with the long reins in his hand, waiting
"Oh, Godmother! Look!" she cried. "And for Cinderella to get in.
now I am ready!" Then the old woman said:
"Ahai!" said the old woman, pleased to her "And now, my dear, I must leave you.
very heart-strings with her happy young god- There's but one thing you must remember. Be
daughter. "And how, pray, are we going to get sure to hasten away from the Palace before
through the snow?" the clock has finished tolling twelve. Mid-
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night, my dear. The coach will be waiting, since she was a child. But then, who could
and you must haste away home." have supposed this was the slattern and
Cinderella looked at her Godmother, and drudge they had left at home among her
for the second time that evening a tear rolled cinders?
glittering down her cheek. Oddly enough, But how swiftly slips time away when the
though this was a tear of happiness, it was heart is happy! The music, the radiant tapers,
exactly like the tear that had rolled down her the talking and feasting the hours melted
cheek in her wretchedness as she sat alone. like hoar-frost in the sun. And even while
"Oh, dear, dear Godmother, how can I Cinderella was once more dancing with the
thank you?" she said. Prince, his dark eyes looking as if he himself
"Well, my dear," said the old woman, "if were half a-dream, Cinderella heard again
you don't know how, why you can't. And if the great bell of the Palace clock begin to toll:
you can't, why, you needn't." And she kissed One-two-three . . .
her once more. "Oh!" she sighed, and her heart seemed to
Then Cinderella stepped into the coach. stand still, "I hear a clock!"
The old woman lifted her crutch. The coach- And the Prince said: "Never heed the
man cracked his whip. The deer, with their clock. It is telling us only how little time we
silver clashing antlers and silver harness, have, and how well we should use it."
scooped in the snow their slender hoofs, and Five six seven . . .
out of the kitchen off slid the coach into a But "Oh!" Cinderella said, "what time is it
silence soft as wool. On, on, under the dark telling?"
starry sky into streets still flaming and blaz- And the Prince said, "Midnight."
ing with torches and bonfires, it swept, bear- With that, all the colour ebbed out of her
ing inside of it not only the last of the King's young cheeks. She drew herself away from
guests, but by far the loveliest. As for the the Prince, and ran off as fast as her feet
people still abroad, at sight of it and of Cin- could carry her. Straight out of the ball-room
derella they opened their mouths in the ut- she scampered, down the long corridor, down
most astonishment, then broke into a loud yet another, and down the marble staircase.
huzza. But Cinderella heard not a whisper But as she turned at the foot of the staircase,
she was gone in a flash. she stumbled a little, and her left slipper
When she appeared in the great ball-room, slipped off. Cinderella could not wait. Eleven
thronged with splendour, its flowers vying in strokes had sounded, and as she leapt breath-
light with its thousands of wax candles in lessly into the coach there boomed out the
sconce and chandelier, even the fiddlers twelfth. She was not a moment too soon.
stopped bowing an instant to gaze at such a Presently after, yet as if in no time, she
wonder. Even so much as one peep at Cinder- found herself at home again in the cold black
ella was a joy and a marvel. kitchen. Nothing was changed, though the
The Prince himself came down from the fire was out, the candle but a stub. There in
dais where sat his father and mother, and its corner by the potboard lay the pumpkin.
himself led Cinderella to the throne. They And here as of old sat she herself, shivering a
dancec together once, they danced together little in her rags on her three-legged stool
twice, and yet again. And Cinderella, being so among the cinders, and only the draughty
happy and lovely, and without scorn, pride or door ajar and a few tiny plumes of swans-
vanity in her face, everyone there delighted to down on the flagstone for proof that she had
watch her, except only her two miserable ever stirred from the house.
half-si ;ters, who sat in a corner under a But for these, all that had passed might
bunch of mistletoe and glared at her in envy have been a dream. But Cinderella was far
and ra ;e. too happy for that to be true, and her face was
Not that they even dreamed who she was. smiling as she looked into the cold ashes of
No, ev ?n though they were her half-sisters, the fire. She looked and she pondered; and
and hi d lived in the same house with her while she was pondering, it was as if a voice
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had asked her a question, "Why is your foot so the Lord Chamberlain the glass slipper on a
cold?" crimson cushion with tassels of pearls. At
She looked down, and to her dismay saw on each house in turn, every lady in it was
one foot a glass slipper, and on the other bidden try on the slipper, for the King was
nothing but an old black stocking. The old determined to find its owner, unless indeed
woman's magic had come and gone, but it she was of the undiscoverable Courts of
had forgotten a slipper. And even while Cin- Faerie. For most of the ladies the slipper
derella was thinking what she should do, was too high in the instep; for many it was too
there came a loud pealing of the bell above narrow in the tread; and for all it was far too
her head, and she knew that her sisters had short.
come back from the Ball. At last, the Lord Chamberlain came to the
So, one foot shod and one foot stockinged, house of the three sisters. The two old sisters
she hastened upstairs with the soup, and had already heard what passed when the
helped her sisters to get to bed. Never before page brought in the slipper. So the elder of
had they been in such a rage. Nothing she them with a pair of tailor's shears had
could do was right. They pinched her when snipped off a big toe, and bound up her foot
she came near, and flung their slippers at her with a bandage. But even this was of no avail.
when she went away; and she soon knew For when she tried, in spite of the pain, to
what was amiss. They could talk of nothing push her foot into it, the slipper was far too
else but the strange princess (as they thought narrow. The second sister also, with a great
her) who had come late to the Ball and with cook's knife,had secretly carved off a piece of
her witcheries had enchanted not only the her heel, and had bound that foot up with a
young Prince but even the King and Queen bandage. But even this was of no avail. For
and the whole Court, down to the very push and pull as she might, the shoe was at
dwarfs, imps, and pages. Their tired old eyes least an inch too short.
squinted with envy, and they seemed so The Lord Chamberlain looked angrily at
worn-out and wretched that Cinderella the sisters.
longed to comfort them if only but just to say: "Is there any other lady dwelling in this
"But why trouble about her? She will never house?" he said.
come back again." The two sisters narrowed their eyes one at
She was thankful at any rate they were too the other, and lied and said, "No." Yet even at
busy with their tongues to notice her feet; and that very moment there welled in a faint
at last she slipped downstairs, clip-clop, singing as if out of the very bowels of the
clip-clop, and was soon safe in bed and earth.
asleep. The Lord Chamberlain said, "What voice is
The very next day the royal trumpeters that I hear?"
were trumpeting in the streets once more. The two sisters almost squinted as they
Even the Prince had not been able to run as glanced again each at the other, and the one
fast as Cinderella, and had come out into the said it was a tame popinjay: and the other
snowy night only just in time to see her coach that it was the creaking of the pump.
of magic vanish into the dark. But he had "Then," said the Lord Chamberlain, "the
picked up her slipper as he came back. pump has learned English!" He at once sent
Proclamation was sounded that anyone two of his pages to seek out the singer whose
who should bring tidings of this lovely young voice he had heard, and to bring her into his
stranger or of her slipper, should be richly presence. So Cinderella had to appear before
rewarded. But Cinderella in her kitchen him in her rags, just as she was. But when
heard not even an echo of the trumpeters. So she saw the glass slipper on the crimson
they trumpeted in vain. cushion, she almost laughed out loud.
Then the King sent out his Lord Chamber- The Lord Chamberlain, marvelling at her
lain with six pages to attend him. They were beauty, said: "Why do you smile, my child?"
bidden search through the city, house by She said, "Because, my lord, I have a slip-
house. And one of the pages carried before per exactly like that one myself. It's in a
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drawer in the kitchen dresser." And when one moat of the castle. But
water-lilies in the
of the pages had brought the other slipper, there were no bounds to the joy of the King
behold, Cinderella's two feet with both their and Queen.
heels and all their ten toes slipped into them In due time, they sent out horsemen all
as easily as a titmouse into its nest. over the country, to invite the Fairy Women to
When Cinderella was brought to the King her christening. Alas, that one of them should
and the Queen, they received her as if she have been forgotten! There were wild hills
were a long-lost daughter. Far and near, once and deep forests in that country, and it was
more, at her wedding, the bonfires blazed all some days before everything was ready. But
night among the hills, the fountains in the then there was great rejoicing in the castle,
market-place ran with wine, there were stalls and all day long came the clattering of horses'
of venison pies, black puddings and eels, hoofs across the drawbridge over the moat;
sweetmeats, cakes and comfits, and such a and not only horses, but much stranger beasts
concourse of strangers and noblemen in the of burden, for some of the Fairy Women had
city as it had never contained before. journeyed from very far away. And each of
Of Cinderella's guests of honour the first them brought a gift fine, rare, and pre-
was a humpity-backed old woman muffled up cious for the infant Princess.
in a green mantle, who ate nothing, and When the merriment was nearly over, and
drank nothing, and said nothing; but smiled most of the guests were gone, and the torches
and smiled and smiled. were burning low in the great hall, a bent-up
As for the elder sisters, they sat at home old Fairy Woman the oldest and most po-
listening to the wedding bells clashing their tent of them all came riding in towards the
changes in the steeples. The one being with- castle on a white ass, with jangling bells upon
out a heel to her left foot, and the other its harness and bridle.
without a big toe, they walked lame ever Without pausing or drawing rein, she rode
afterwards. And their neighbors, laughing at on, over the drawbridge, and into the hall, nor
their folly, called them the Two Old Stump- stayed her ass until it stood beside the great
stumps. chair where sat the chief nurse of the Prin-
cess, the infant asleep on a velvet cushion on
her lap. The ass lifted its head and snuffed at
The Sleeping Beauty the golden tassel of the cushion, as if it might
be hay. Long and steadfastly this old Fairy
Sleeping Beauty was one of the eight immortal Woman gazed down on the harmless child,
tales of Charles Perrault first published in France
lying asleep there, and her rage knew no
in 1697, with its first translation into
English given bounds. At last she raised her eyes, and glar-
the probable date of 1765 and the translator, R.
ing round on the King and Queen from under
Samber.
the peak of her black mantle, she uttered
The Brothers Grimm found the tale prevalent
these words:
in the regions they studied and it appears in their
collection under the title Little Briar Rose. This "Plan as you may, the day will come,
loving retelling by Walter de la Mare heightens When in spinning with spindle, she'll prick
the irr agery and romance. [From Walter de la her thumb.
Mare, Told Again (Knopf, 1927).] Then in dreamless sleep she shall slumber on
Till years a hundred have come and gone."
There lived long ago a King and a Queen, Then, mantling herself up again, she
who, even though they loved one another, clutched at her bridle-rein, wheeled her jan-
could not be wholly happy, for they had no gling ass about in the hall, rode off, and was
childr 2n. But at last, one night in April and gone.
a thin wisp of moon was shining in the light Now, if the King and Queen had remem-
of the evening sky a daughter was born to bered to invite this revengeful Fairy Woman
them. She was a tiny baby, so small that she to the Christening Feast, all might have been
could have been cradled in a leaf of one of the well. But to grieve at their folly was in vain.
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The one thing left to them was to keep un- The Princess watched her intently, and at
ceasing watch over the child, and to do all in last,though she was unaware of it, breathed
their power to prevent what the old Fairy a deep sigh at the latch-hole, for the sight of
Woman had foretold from coming true. The the twirling spindle had so charmed her mind
King sent messengers throughout his king- that her body had almost forgotten to breathe.
dom far and near, proclaiming that every At sound of this sigh the old woman at once
spindle in his realm should be destroyed or stayed in her spinning, and, without moving,
brought at once to the castle. There they apart from tremulous head and hand, called
were burnt. Anyone after that who was found softly:
to be hiding a spindle away at once lost his
head. "If thous wouldst see an old woman spin,
Many years went by, until the King and Lift up the latch and enter in!"
Queen seldom recalled what the evil-wishing
The Princess, knowing of no harm, lifted
Fairy Woman had said. The Princess, as she
the latch and went in.
grew up, first into a child, then into a maid,
It was cold and dark in the thick-walled
became ever more beautiful; and she was of a
room, and when she drew near, the old
gentle nature, loving and lovable. Indeed,
because they feared to sadden her heart with
woman began again to croon over her work;
the thought that anyone had ever boded ill of
and these were the words she said:
her, she was never told of what had happened "Finger and thumb you twirl and you twine,
after her christening, or of the Fairy Woman
Twisting it smooth and sleek and fine."
on the white ass.
Now, nothing more delighted the young She span with such skill and ease, her right
Princess than to wander over the great castle hand drawing the strands from the cleft stick
and to look out of its many windows, and to or distaff, while her left twisted and stayed,
peep out through the slits in its thick walls. twisted and stayed, that the Princess longed
But there was one turret into which for a long to try too.
time she never succeeded in finding her way. Then the old woman, laying her bony fin-
She would look up at it from the green turf gers that were cold as a bird's claws on the
beneath and long to see into it. Everywhere Princess's hand, showed her how to hold the
else she had been, but not there. spindle, and at last bade her take it away and
However, one evening in April she came by practise with it, and to come again on the
chance to a secret door that she had never till morrow. But never once did she raise her old
then noticed. There was a key in its iron lock. head from beneath her hood or look into the
Glancing over her shoulder, she turned the Princess's face.
key, opened the door, and ran as fast as she For some reason which she could not tell,
could up the winding stone steps beyond it. the Princess hid the spindle in a fold of her
Every now and then appeared a window- gown as she hastened back to her room. But
slit and at one she saw the bright, young, new she had been gone longer than she knew, and
moon in the sky, like a sickle of silver; and at already the King and Queen were anxiously
another the first stars beginning to prickle looking for her and were now come for the
into the East. But at the top of the staircase second time to her room seeking her. When
she came to another door. they saw her, safely returned, first they
Here she stopped to peep through the sighed with relief, and then they began to
latch-hole, and in the gloom beyond she saw scold her for having been away so long with-
an old, grey, stooping woman hunched up in a out reason.
hood of lamb's wool. She was squatting on a And the Princess said: "But surely, mother,
stool, and now she leant a little this way and what is there to be frightened of? Am I not old
now she leant a little that way, for with her enough yet to take care of myself?"
skinny fingers she was spinning flax with a She laughed uneasily as (with the spindle
spindle. hidden in the folds of her gown) she sat on her
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bedside, her fair hair dangling down on to its mutely slumbering in their chairs. The Lord
dark-blue quilted coverlet. Treasurer, alone with his money bags, the
The King
said: "Old enough, my dear, why Astronomer over his charts, the ladies in their
yes.But wise enough? Who can say?" chamber, the chief butler in his pantry, and
The Queen said, "What are you hiding in the cooks with their pots and ladles, and the
your hand, my dear, in the folds of your scullions at their basting and boiling, and the
gown?" maids at their sewing and sweeping over
The Princess laughed again and said it was each and every one of them this irresistible
a secret. drowsiness descended, and they too were
"Maybe," said the Princess,"it is a flower, soon asleep.
or maybe a pin for my hair, or maybe it is
it is The grooms in the stables, the gardeners in
neither of these; but this very night I will the garden, the huntsmen and the beekeepers
show it you." And again she laughed. and the herdsmen and the cowmen and the
So for the moment they were contented, goat-girl and the goose-girl; the horses
she was so gay and happy. But when the King feeding at their mangers, the hounds in their
and Queen had gone away and were closeted kennels, the pigs in their sties, the hawks in
together in their own private room, their fears their cages, the bees in their skeps, the hens
began them again, and they decided
to stir in on their roosting sticks, the birds in the trees
that the very next day they would tell the and bushes even the wakeful robin hopping
Princess of the Fairy Woman and warn her upon the newly-turned clods by the hedge-
against her wiles. side, drooped and drowsed; and a deep slum-
But, alas! even when
the King and Queen ber overwhelmed them one and all.
were talking together, the Princess had
still The fish in the fish-ponds, the flies crawl-
taken out the spindle again, and was twisting ing on the walls, the wasps hovering over the
it in her hand. It was a pretty, slender thing, sweetmeats, the moths flitting in search of
made cunningly out of the wood of the coral- some old clout in which to lay their eggs,
berried prickwood or spindle-tree, but at one stayed one and all where the magic had found
end sharp as a needle. And as she twisted and them. All, all were entranced fell fast, fast
standing at a table staring at his fat cheeks came nearer to the thicket-like hedge that
and piggy eyes in the bottom of a copper pot now encircled it even beyond its moat, as if in
continued to stand and stare, and the reflec- warning that none should spy or trespass
tion of those piggy eyes and his tow-coloured further.
mop at the bottom of it changed not at all. The But, unlike other wayfarers who had come
flaxen-haired goose-girl with her switch and and gone, this Prince was not easily turned
her ball of cowslips sat in the meadow as still aside. Having tied his hunting-horn to a jut-
and young and changeless as her geese. And ting branch, he made a circuit and rode round
so it was throughout the castle the living the hedge until he came again to the place
slumbered on, time flowed away. from which he had started and where his
But with each returning spring the trees in horn was left dangling. But nowhere had he
the garden grew taller and greener, the roses found any break or opening or makeway in
and brambles flung ever wider their hooked the hedge. "Then," thought he, "I must hack
and prickled stems and branches. Bind- my way through." So a little before dark he
weed and bryony and woodbine and travel- began to hack his way through with his
ler's joy mantled walls and terraces. Wild hunting-knife.
fruit and bushes of mistletoe flaunted in the He slashed and slashed at the coarse,
orchards. Moss, greener than samphire and prickly branches, pressing on inch by inch
seaweed, crept over the stones. The roots of until his hands were bleeding and his
the water-lilies in the moat swelled to the girth hunting-gloves in tatters. Darkness came
of Asian serpents; its water shallowed; and down, and at midnight he hadn't won so
around the castle there sprang up, and every much as half-way through the hedge. So he
year grew denser, an immense thorny hedge rested himself, made a fire out of the dry
of white-thorn and briar, which completely twigs and branches, and, exhausted and
encircled it at last with a living wall of green. wearied out, lay down intending to work on by
At length, nine-and-ninety winters with moonlight. Instead, he unwittingly fell fast
their ice and snow and darkness had come asleep. But while he slept, a little wind
and gone, and the dense thorn-plaited hedge sprang up, and carried a few of the glowing
around the castle began to show the first tiny embers of the Prince's fire into the tindery
knobs that would presently break into frail touchwood in the undergrowth of the hedge.
green leaf; the first of spring was come again There the old, dead leaves began to smoulder,
once more. Wild sang the missel-thrush in the then broke into flame, and by dawn the fire
wind and rain. The white-thorn blossomed; had burnt through the hedge and then stayed.
the almond-tree; the wilding peach. Then So that when beneath the bright morning sky,
returned the cuckoo, its cuck-oo echoing wet with dew but refreshed with sleep, the
against the castle's walls; and soon the night- Prince awoke, his way was clear.
ingale, sweet in the far thickets. He crept through the ashen hole into the
At last, a little before evening of the last garden beyond, full of great trees, many of
day of April, a Prince from a neighboring them burdened with blossom. But there was
country, having lost his way among moun- neither note of bird nor chirp of insect. He
tains that were strange to him in spite of his made his way over the rotting drawbridge,
many wanderings, saw from the hillside the and went into the castle. And there, as they
distant turrets of a castle. had fallen asleep a hundred years ago, he saw
Now, when this Prince was a child his the King's soldiers and retainers. Outside the
nurse had often told him of the sleeping guard-house sat two of them, mute as mum-
Princess and of the old Fairy Woman's spell, mies, one with a dice-box between his fin-
and as he stared down upon the turrets from gers, for they had been playing with the dice
the hillside the thought came to him that this when sleep had come over them a hundred
might be the very castle itself of this old story. years ago.
So, with his hounds beside him, he came At last the Prince came to the bedchamber
riding down the hill, until he approached and of the Princess; its door stood ajar, and he
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Illustration by Felix Hoffmann reproduced from his book The Steeping Beauty, by
looked in. For a while he could see nothing its stalkshe had become suddenly a flower;
but a green dusk in the room, for its stone and they smiled each at the other.
windows were overgrown with ivy. He groped At this same moment the King, too, stirred,
slowly nearer to the bed, and looked down lifted his head, and looked about him uneasi-
upon the sleeper. Her faded silks were worn ly, as if in search of something. But seeing
thin as paper and crumbled like tinder at a the dark beloved eyes of the Queen moving
touch yet Time had brought no change at all beneath their lids, he put out his hand and
in her beauty.She lay there in her loveliness, said, "Ah, my dear!" as if he were satisfied.
the magic spindle still clasped in her fingers. The Lord High Chancellor, lifting his grey
And the Prince, looking down upon her, had beard from his money table, began to count
never seen anything in the world so enchant- again his money. The ladies began again to
ing or so still. laugh and to chatter over their embroideries.
Then, remembering the tale that had been The fat chief butler rose up from stooping
told him, he stooped, crossed himself, and over his wine-bottles in the buttery. The cooks
gently kissed the sleeper, then put his hunt- began to stir their pots; the scullions began to
ing-hern to his lips, and sounded a low, but twist their spits; the grooms began to groom
prolonged clear blast upon it, which went their horses; the gardeners to dig and prune.
echoii g on between the stone walls of the The huntsmen rode out to their hunting; the
castle It was like the sound of a bugle at cowman drove in his cows; the goat-girl her
daybreak in a camp of soliders. The Princess goats; and the goose-girl in the meadow cried
sighec the spindle dropped from her fingers,
;
"Ga! ga!" to her geese. There was a neighing
her lids gently opened, and out of her dark of horses and a baying of hounds and a woof-
eyes s le gazed up into the young man's face. ing of pigs and a mooing of cows. There was a
It was as if from being as it were a bud upon marvellous shrill crowing of cocks and a sing-
328 THE ORAL TRADITION
ing of birds and a droning of bees and a writer of the time, Madame de Beaumont, be-
flitting of butterflies and a buzzing of wasps cause her version of the story so often appears in
and a stirring of ants and a cawing of rooks books addressed primarily to children, but there
and a murmuration of starlings. The round- isno doubt who the author is, for it first appeared
eyed robin hopped from clod to clod, and the inthe famous encyclopedia of this literature, Le
tiny wren, with cocked-up tail, sang shrill as a Cabinet des Fees (1785-1 789), which ran into forty-
bugle amid the walls of the orchards. one volumes. Beauty and the Beast is one of the
For all living things within circuit of most enduring variations on the great theme of
the castle at sound of the summons of the the redemption of ugliness through the power of
Prince's horn had slipped out of their long love.
sleep as easily as a seed of gorse in the hot The version given here is that of Andrew Lang,
summer slips out of its pod, or a fish slips who made his own adaptation from the account
from out under a stone. Hearts beat pit-a-pat, of Madame Villeneuve. It appears in what is
tongues wagged, feet clattered, pots clashed, certainly one of the best-loved books of all the
doors slammed, noses sneezed: and soon the books of childhood Andrew Lang's Blue Fairy
whole castle was as busy as a newly-wound Book, which was first published in 1889, at a time
clock. when the fairy tale and the traditional tales of
The seventh day afterwards was appointed folklore were not highly regarded as reading for
for the marriage of the Prince and the Prin- children. The Blue Fairy Book, followed by The
cess. But when word was sent far and Red Fairy Book (1890), set the style for an upsurge
near, bidding the Fairy Women to the
all of interest in the fairy tale. It will be remembered
wedding and these think no more of time that Andrew Lang was a scholar as well as a
than fish of water one of them again was storyteller;he supported the anthropological
absent. And since early or late she never theory of the origin of the folktale [From An-
came, it seems that come she couldn't. At drew Lang, The Blue Fairy Book (Longmans,
which the King and Queen heartily rejoiced. 1948).]
The dancing and feasting, with music of harp
and pipe and drum and tabor, continued till Once upon a time, in a far-off country, there
daybreak; for, after so long a sleep, the night lived amerchant who was enormously rich.
seemed short indeed. As he had six sons and six daughters, howev-
er, who were accustomed to having every-
thing they fancied, he did not find he had a
Beauty and the Beast penny too much. But misfortunes befell
The vogue of the French court of Louis XIV that them. One day their house caught fire and
set the grandees playing the writing of fairy
at speedily burned to the ground, with all the
tales was responsible for the creation of Perrault's splendid furniture, books, pictures, gold, sil-
Histoires ou Contes du Temps Passe; avec des ver and precious goods it contained. The fa-
Moralites, which we know as Perrault's Fairy
ther suddenly lost every ship he had upon the
Tales. produced less clear-sighted followers,
It sea, either by dint of pirates, shipwreck or fire.
such as Countess d'Aulnoy (Marie Catherine La Then he heard that his clerks in distant coun-
Mothe), whose stories "contained some scraps of tries, whom he had trusted entirely, had
folklore" but were vitiated by a profuse and or- proved unfaithful. And at last from great
namental style. The White Car has endured, and wealth he fell into the direst poverty.
as edited by Rachel Field and illustrated by Eliza- All that he had left was a little house in a
beth MacKinstry (Macmillan, 1928) it has been desolate place at least a hundred leagues
given pictorial realization of great distinction. from the town. The daughters at first hoped
Among the writers of this school was Gabrielle their friends, who had been so numerous
Susanne Barbot de Gallos de Villeneuve, and to while they were rich, would insist on their
her we owe the immortal story of Beauty and the staying in their houses, but they soon found
Beast. It is sometimes attributed to yet another they were left alone. Their former friends
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even attributed their misfortunes to their own was pleased, but as he thought she certainly
extravagance and showed no intention of of- ought to like pretty presents, he told her to
fering them any help. choose something.
So nothing was left for them but to take "Well, dear Father," she said, "as you insist
their departure to the cottage, which stood in upon it, I beg that you will bring me a rose. I
the midst of a dark forest. As they were too have not seen one since we came here, and I
poor to have any servants, the girls had to lovethem so much."
work hard, and the sons, for their part, culti- The merchant set out, only to find that his
vated the fields to earn their living. Roughly former companions, believing him to be dead,
clothed, and living in the simplest way, the had divided his cargo between them. After six
girls regretted unceasingly the luxuries and months of trouble and expense he found him-
amusements of their former life. Only the self as poor as when he started on his journey.
youngest daughter tried to be brave and To make matters worse, he was obliged to
cheerful. return in the most terrible weather. By the
She had been as sad as anyone when mis- time he was within a few leagues of his home
fortune overtook her father, but soon
first he was almost exhausted with cold and fa-
recovering her natural gaiety, she set to work tigue. Though he knew it would take some
to make the best of things, to amuse her hours to get through the forest, he resolved to
father and brothers as well as she could, and go on. But night overtook him, and the deep
to persuade her sisters to join her in dancing snow and bitter frost made it impossible for
and singing. But they would do nothing of the his horse to carry him any farther.
sort, and because she was not as doleful as The only shelter he could get was the hol-
themselves, they declared this miserable life low trunk of a great tree, and there he
was all she was fit for. But she was really far crouched all the night, which seemed to him
prettier and cleverer than they were. Indeed, the longest he had ever known. The howling
she was so lovely she was always called of the wolves kept him awake, and when at
Beauty. last day broke the falling snow had covered
After two years, their father received news up every path, and he did not know which
that one of his ships, which he had believed way to turn.
lost, had come safely into port with a rich At length he made out some sort of path,
cargo. All the sons and daughters at once but it was so rough and slippery that he fell
thought that their poverty was at an end and down more than once. Presently it led him
wanted to set out directly for the town; but into an avenue of trees which ended in a
their father, who was more prudent, begged splendid castle. It seemed to the merchant
them to wait a little, and though it was har- very strange that no snow had fallen in the
vest time, and he could ill be spared, deter- avenue of orange trees, covered with flowers
mined to go himself to makes inquiries. and fruit. When he reached the first court of
Only the youngest daughter had any doubt the castle he saw before him a flight of agate
but th at they would soon again be as rich as steps. He went up them and passed through
they were before. They all loaded their father several splendidly furnished rooms.
with commissions for jewels and dresses The pleasant warmth of the air revived
which it would have taken a fortune to buy; him, and he felt very hungry; but there
only Jeauty did not ask for anything. Her seemed to be nobody in all this vast and
father, noticing her silence, said: splendid palace. Deep silence reigned every-
"Ai.d what shall bring for you, Beauty?"
I where, and at last, tired of roaming through
"Tl e only thing wish for is to see you
I empty rooms and galleries, he stopped in a
come home safely," she answered. room smaller than the rest, where a clear fire
But this reply vexed her sisters, who fan- was burning and a couch was drawn up cosily
cied s ic was blaming them for having asked before it. Thinking this must be prepared for
for such costly things. Her father, however, someone who was expected, he sat down to
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wait till he should come and very soon fell noble sir. I am truly grateful for your hospital-
into a sweet sleep. ity,which was so magnificent I could not
When his extreme hunger wakened him imagine you would be offended by my taking
after several hours, he was still alone; but a such a little thing as a rose."
with a good dinner on it, had been
little table, But the Beast's anger was not lessened by
drawn up close to him. He lost no time in his speech.
beginning his meal, hoping he might soon "You are very ready with excuses and flat-
thank his considerate host, whoever it might tery," he cried. "But that will not save you
be. But no one appeared, and even after from the death you deserve."
another long sleep, from which he awoke Alas, thought the merchant, if my daugh-
completely refreshed, there was no sign of ter Beauty could only know into what danger
anybody, though a fresh meal of dainty cakes her rose has brought me! And in despair he
and fruit was prepared upon the little table at began to tell the Beast all his misfortunes and
his elbow. the reason of his journey, not forgetting to
Being naturally timid, the silence began to mention Beauty's request.
terrify him, and he resolved to search once "A king's ransom would hardly have pro-
more through all the rooms; but it was of no cured all that my other daughters asked for,"
use, there was no sign of life in the palace! he said. "But I thought I might at least take
Then he went down into the garden, and Beauty her rose. I beg you to forgive me, for
though it was winter everywhere else, here you see I meant no harm."
the sun shone, the birds sang, the flowers The Beast said, in a less furious tone, "I
bloomed, and the air was soft and sweet. The will forgive you on one condition that you
merchant, in ecstasies with all he saw and will give me one of your daughters."
heard, said to himself: "Ah," cried the merchant, "if I were cruel
"All this must be meant for me. I will go enough to buy my own life at the expense of
this minute and bring my children to share all one of my children's, what excuse could I
these delights." invent to bring her here?"
In spite of being so cold and weary when he "None," answered the Beast. "If she comes
reached the castle, he had taken his horse to at all she must come willingly. On no other
the stable and fed it. Now he thought he condition will I have her. See if any of them is
would saddle it for his homeward journey, courageous enough, and loves you enough, to
and he turned down the path which led to the come and save your life. You seem to be an
stable. This path had a hedge of roses on each honest man so I will trust you to go home. I
side of it, and the merchant thought he had give you a month to see if any of your daugh-
never seen such exquisite flowers. They re- ters will come back with you and stay here, to
minded him of his promise to Beauty, and he let you go free. If none of them is willing, you
stopped and had just gathered one to take to must come alone, after bidding them good-
her when he was startled by a strange noise bye forever, for then you will belong to me.
behind him. Turning round, he saw a fright- And do not imagine that you can hide from
ful Beast, which seemed to be very angry and me, for if you fail to keep your word I will
said in a terrible voice: come and fetch you!" added the Beast grimly.
"Who told you you might gather my roses? The merchant accepted this proposal. He
Was it not enough that I sheltered you in my promised to return at the time appointed, and
palace and was kind to you? This is the way then, anxious to escape from the presence of
you show your gratitude, by stealing my flow- the Beast, he asked permission to set off at
ers! But your insolence shall not go unpun- once. But the Beast answered that he could
ished." not go until the next day.
The merchant, by these furious
terrified "Then you will find a horse ready for you,"
words, dropped the fatal rose and, throwing he said. "Now go and eat your supper and
himself on his knees, cried, "Pardon me, await my orders."
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The poor merchant, more dead than alive, only just that I should suffer for it. I will
went back to his room, where the most deli- therefore go back with my father to keep his
cious supper was already served on the little promise."
table drawn up before a blazing fire. But he At first nobody would hear of it. Her father
was too terrified to eat and only tasted a few and brothers, who loved her dearly, declared
of the dishes, for fear the Beast should be nothing should make them let her go. But
angry if he did not obey his orders. When he Beauty was firm. As the time drew near she
had finished, the Beast warned him to re- divided her little possessions between her
member their agreement and to prepare his sisters, and said good-bye to everything she
daughter exactly for what she had to expect. loved. When the fatal day came she encour-
"Do not get up tomorrow," he added, "until aged and cheered her father as they mounted
you see the sun and hear a golden bell ring. together the horse which had brought him
Then you will find your breakfast waiting for back. It seemed to fly rather than gallop, but
you, and the horse you are to ride will be ready so smoothly that Beauty was not frightened.
in the courtyard. He will also bring you back Indeed, she would have enjoyed the journey if
again when you come with your daughter a she had not feared what might happen at the
month hence. Farewell. Take a rose to Beau- end of it. Her father still tried to persuade her
ty, and remember your promise!" to go back, but in vain.
The merchant lay down until the sun rose. While they were talking the night fell.
Then, after breakfast, he went to gather Then, to their great surprise, wonderful col-
Beauty's rose and mounted his horse, which ored lights began to shine in all directions,
carried him off so swiftly that in an instant he and splendid fireworks blazed out before
had lost sight of the palace. He was still them; all the forest was illuminated. They
wrapped in gloomy thoughts when it stopped even felt pleasantly warm, though it had been
before the door of his cottage. bitterly cold before. They reached the avenue
His sons and daughters, who had been of orange trees and saw that the palace was
uneasy at his long absence, rushed to meet brilliantly lighted from roof to ground, and
him, eager to know the result of his journey music sounded softly from the courtyard.
which, seeing him mounted upon a splendid "The Beast must be very hungry," said
horse and wrapped in a rich mantle, they Beauty, trying to laugh, "if he makes all this
supposed to be favorable. But he hid the truth rejoicing over the arrival of his prey." But, in
from them at first, only saying sadly to Beauty spite of her anxiety, she admired all the won-
as he gave her the rose: derful things she saw.
"HcTe is what you asked me to bring you. When they had dismounted, her father led
Little you know what it has cost." her tothe little room. Here they found a
Presently he told them his adventures from splendid fire burning, and the table daintily
beginning to end, and then they were all very spread with a delicious supper.
unhappy. The girls lamented loudly over their Beauty, who was less frightened now that
lost hopes, and the sons declared their father she had passed through so many rooms and
shouk not return to the terrible castle. But he seen nothing of the Beast, was quite willing
remin led them he had promised to go back. to begin, for her long ride had made her very
Then the girls were very angry with Beauty hungry. But they had hardly finished their
and Sc id it was all her fault. If she had asked meal when the noise of the Beast's footsteps
for something sensible this would never have was heard approaching, and Beauty clung to
happeied. her father in terror, which became all the
Poo- Beauty, much distressed, said to greater when she saw how frightened he was.
them, "I have indeed caused this misfortune, But when the Beast really appeared, though
but who could have guessed that to ask for a she trembled at the sight of him, she made a
rose ir the middle of summer would cause so great effort to hide her horror, and saluted
much misery? But as I did the mischief it is him respectfully.
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This evidently pleased the Beast. After they put back all the jewels and dresses they
looking at her he said, in a tone that might had taken out, and Beauty even added as
have struck terror into the boldest heart, many more of the jewels as she could carry at
though he did not seem to be angry: once. Even then the trunks were not too full,
"Good evening, old man. Good evening, but they were so heavy an elephant could not
Beauty." have carried them!
The merchant was too terrified to reply, but "The Beast was mocking us!" cried the
Beauty answered sweetly, "Good evening, merchant. "He pretended to give us all these
Beast." things, knowing that I could not carry them
"Have you come willingly?" asked the away."
Beast. "Will you be content to stay here when "Let us wait and see," answered Beauty. "I
your father goes away?" cannot believe he meant to deceive us. All we
Beauty answered bravely that she was can do is to fasten them up and have them
quite prepared to stay. ready."
"I am
pleased with you," said the Beast. So they did this and returned to the little
"As you have come of your own accord, you room where they found breakfast ready. The
may remain. As for you, old man," he added, merchant ate his with a good appetite, as the
turning to the merchant, "at sunrise tomor- Beast's generosity made him believe he might
row take your departure. When the bell rings, perhaps venture to come back soon and see
get up quickly and eat your breakfast, and Beauty. But she felt sure her father was
you will find the same horse waiting to take leaving her forever, so she was very sad when
you home." the bell rang sharply.
Then turning to Beauty, he said, "Take They went down into the courtyard, where
your father into the next room, and help him two horses were waiting, one loaded with the
choose gifts for your brothers and sisters. You two trunks, the other for him to ride. They
will find two traveling trunks there; fill them were pawing the ground in their impatience to
as full as you can. It is only just that you start, and the merchant bade Beauty a hasty
should send them something very precious as farewell. As soon as he was mounted he went
a remembrance." off at such a pace she lost sight of him in an
Then he went away, after saying, "Good- instant. Then Beauty began to cry and wan-
bye, Beauty; good-bye, old man." Beauty was dered sadly back to her own room. But she
beginning to think with great dismay of her soon found she was very sleepy, and as she
father's departure, but they went into the had nothing better to do she lay down and
next room, which had shelves and cupboards instantly fell asleep. And then she dreamed
allround it. They were greatly surprised at she was walking by a brook bordered with
the riches it contained. There were splendid trees, and lamenting her sad fate, when a
dresses fit for a queen, with all the ornaments young prince, handsomer than anyone she
to be worn with them, and when Beauty had ever seen, and with a voice that went
opened the cupboards she was dazzled by the straight to heart, came and said to her:
gorgeous jewels lying in heaps upon every "Ah, Beauty, you are not so unfortunate as
shelf. After choosing a vast quantity, which you suppose. Here you will be rewarded for all
she divided between her sisters for she had you have suffered elsewhere. Your every wish
made a heap of the wonderful dresses for shall be gratified. Only try to find me out, no
each of them she opened the last chest, matter how I may be disguised, for I love you
which was full of gold. dearly, and in making me happy you will find
"I think, Father," she said, "that, as the your own happiness. Be as true-hearted as
gold will be more useful to you, we had better you are beautiful, and we shall have nothing
take out the other things again, and fill the left to wish for."
trunks with it." "What can I do, Prince, to make you hap-
this, but the more they put in,
So they did py?" said Beauty.
the more room there seemed to be, and at last "Only be grateful," he answered, "and do
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not trust too much to your eyes. Above all, do wanted to read as well as everything she had
not desert me until you have saved me from read.By this time it was growing dusk, and
my cruel misery." wax candles in diamond and ruby candle-
After this she thought she found herself in sticks lit themselves in every room.
a room with a stately and beautiful lady, who Beauty found her supper served just at the
said to her, "Dear Beauty, try not to regret all time she preferred to have it, but she did not
you have left behind you; you are destined see anyone or hear a sound, and though her
for a better fate. Only do not let yourself be father had warned her she would be alone,
deceived by appearances." she began to find it rather dull.
Beauty found her dreams so interesting Presently she heard the Beast coming and
that she was in no hurry to awake, but pres- wondered tremblingly if he meant to eat her
ently the clock roused her by calling her name now. However, he did not seem at all fero-
softly twelve times. Then she rose and found cious, and only said gruffly:
her dressing-table set out with everything she "Good evening, Beauty."
could possibly want, and when her toilet was She answered cheerfully and managed to
finished, she found dinner waiting in the conceal her terror. The Beast asked how she
room next to hers. But dinner does not take had been amusing herself, and she told him
very long when one is alone, and very soon all the rooms she had seen. Then he asked if
she sat down cosily in the corner of a sofa, she thought she could be happy in his palace;
and began to think about the charming prince and Beauty answered that everything was so
she had seen in her dream. beautiful she would be very hard to please if
"He said I could make him happy," said she could not be happy. After about an hour's
Beauty to herself. "It seems, then, that this talk Beauty began to think the Beast was not
horrible Beast keeps him a prisoner. How can nearly so terrible as she had supposed at first.
I set him free? I wonder why they both told Then he rose to leave her, and said in his
me not to trust to appearances? But, after all, gruff voice:
it was only a dream, so why should I trouble "Do you love me, Beauty? Will you marry
myself about it? I had better find something me?"
to do to amuse myself." "Oh, what shall I say?" cried Beauty, for
So she began to explore some of the many she was afraid to make the Beast angry by
rooms of the palace. The first she entered was refusing.
lined with mirrors. Beauty saw herself re- "Say yes or no without fear," he replied.
flected on every side and thought she had "Oh, no, Beast," said Beauty hastily.
never seen such a charming room. Then a "Since you will not, good night, Beauty,"
bracelet which was hanging from a chande- he said.
lier caught her eye, and on taking it down she And she answered, "Good night, Beast,"
was greatly surprised to find that it held a very glad to find her refusal had not provoked
portrait of her unknown admirer, just as she him. After he was gone she was very soon in
had seen him in her dream. With great delight bed and dreaming of her unknown prince.
she si pped the bracelet on her arm and went She thought he came and said, "Ah, Beau-
on int3 a gallery of pictures, where she soon ty!Why are you so unkind to me? I fear I am
found a portrait of the same handsome fated to be unhappy for many a long day
prince, as large as life, and so well painted still."
that i s she studied it he seemed to smile Then her dreams changed, but the charm-
kindly at her. ing prince figured in them all. When morning
Tee ring herself away from the portrait at came her first thought was to look at the
last,she passed into a room which contained portrait and see if it was really like him, and
every musical instrument under the sun, and she found it certainly was.
here ehe amused herself for a long while in She decided to amuse herself in the gar-
trying them and singing. The next room was a den, for the sun shone, and all the fountains
librar and she saw everything she had ever
,
were playing. She was astonished to find that
334 THE ORAL TRADITION
every place was familiar to her, and presently lonely any more. Every evening after supper
she came to the very brook and the myrtle the Beast came to see her, and always before
trees where she had first met the prince in her saying good night asked here in his terrible
dream. That made her think more than ever voice:
he must be kept a prisoner by the Beast. "Beauty, will you marry me?"
When she was tired she went back to the And it seemed to Beauty, now she under-
palace and found a new room full of materi- stood him better, that when she said, "No,
als for every kind of work ribbons to make Beast," he went away quite sad. Her happy
into bows and silks to work into flowers. dreams of the handsome prince soon made
There was an aviary full of rare birds, which her forget the poor Beast, and the only thing
were so tame they flew to Beauty as soon as that disturbed her was being told to distrust
they saw her and perched upon her shoulders appearances, to let her heart guide her, and
and her head. not her eyes. Consider as she would, she could
"Pretty little creatures," she said, "how I not understand.
wish your cage was nearer my room that I So everything went on for a long time, until
might often hear you sing!" So saying she at last, happy as she was, Beauty began to
opened a door and found to her delight that it long for the sight of her father and her broth-
led into her own room, though she had ers and sisters. One night, seeing her look
thought it was on the other side of the palace. very sad, the Beast asked her what was the
There were more birds in a room farther matter. Beauty had quite ceased to be afraid
on, parrots and cockatoos that could talk, and of him. Now she knew he was really gentle in
they greeted Beauty by name. Indeed, she spite of his ferocious looks and his dreadful
found them so entertaining that she took one voice. So she answered that she wished to see
or two back to her room, and they talked to her home once more. Upon hearing this the
her while she was at supper. The Beast paid Beast seemed sadly distressed, and cried mis-
her his usual visit and asked the same ques- erably:
tions as before, and then with a gruff good "Ah, Beauty, have you the heart to desert
night he took his departure, and Beauty went an unhappy Beast like this? What more do
to bed to dream of her mysterious prince. you want to make you happy? Is it because
The days passed swiftly in different amuse- you hate me that you want to escape?"
ments, and after a while Beauty found anoth- "No, dear Beast," answered Beauty softly,
er strange thing in the palace, which often "I do not hate you, and I should be very sorry
pleased her when she was tired of being never to see you any more, but I long to see
alone. There was one room which she had not my father again. Only let me go for two
noticed particularly; it was empty, except months, and I promise to come back to you
that under each of the windows stood a very and stay for the rest of my life."
comfortable chair. The first time she had The Beast, who had been sighing dolefully
looked out of the window it seemed a black while she spoke, now replied, "I cannot re-
curtain prevented her from seeing anything fuse you anything you ask, even though it
outside. But the second time she went into the should cost me my life. Take the four boxes
room, happening to be tired, she sat down in you will find in the room next to your own and
one of the chairs, when instantly the curtain fill them with everything you wish to take
was rolled aside, and a most amusing pan- with you. But remember your promise and
tomime was acted before her. There were come back when the two months are over, for
dances and colored lights, music and pretty if you do not come in good time you will find
dresses, and it was all so gay that Beauty your faithful Beast dead. You will not need
was in ecstasies. After that she tried the other any chariot to bring you back. Only say good-
seven windows in turn, and there was some bye to all your brothers and sisters the night
new and surprising entertainment to be seen before you come away and, when you have
from each of them so Beauty never could feel gone to bed, turn this ring round upon your
FOLKTALES 335
finger,and say firmly, 'I wish to go back to my kindness. I think the prince must mean you to
palace and see my Beast again.' Good night, understand you ought to reward him by doing
Beauty. Fear nothing, sleep peacefully, and as he wishes, in spite of his ugliness."
before long you shall see your father once Beauty could not help seeing that this
more." seemed probable; still, when she thought of
As soon as Beauty was alone she hastened her dear prince who was so handsome, she
to fill the boxes with all the rare and precious did not feel at all inclined to marry the Beast.
things she saw about her, and only when she At any rate, for two months she need not
was tired of heaping things into them did they decide but could enjoy herself with her sis-
seem to be full. Then she went to bed, but ters. Though they were rich now, and lived in
could hardly sleep for joy. When at last she a town again and had plenty of acquaint-
began to dream of her beloved prince she was ances, Beauty found that nothing amused her
grieved to see him stretched upon a grassy very much. She often thought of the palace,
bank, sad and weary, and hardly like himself. where she was so happy, especially as at
"What is the matter?" she cried. home she never once dreamed of her dear
But he looked at her reproachfully, and prince, and she felt quite sad without him.
said, "How can you ask me, cruel one? Are Then her sisters seemed quite used to being
you not leaving me to my death perhaps?" without her, and even found her rather in the
"Ah, don't be so sorrowful!" cried Beauty. way, so she would not have been sorry when
"I am only going to assure my father that I the two months were over but for her father
am safe and happy. I have promised the and brothers. She had not the courage to say
Beast faithfully I will come back, and he good-bye to them. Every day when she rose
would die of grief if I did not keep my word!" she meant to say it at night, and when night
"What would that matter to you?" asked came she put it off again, until at last she had
the prince. "Surely you would not care?" a dismal dream which helped her to make up
"Indeed I should be ungrateful if I did not her mind.
care for such a kind beast," cried Beauty She thought she was wandering in a lonely
indignantly. "I would die to save him from path in the palace gardens, when she heard
pain. I assure you it is not his fault he is so groans. Running quickly to see what could be
ugly." the matter, she found the Beast stretched out
Just then a strange sound woke her upon his side, apparently dying. He re-
someone was speaking not very far away; and proached her faintly with being the cause of
opening her eyes she found herself in a room his distress, and at the same moment a state-
she had never seen before, which was cer- ly lady appeared, and said very gravely:
tainly not as splendid as those she had seen in "Ah, Beauty, see what happens when peo-
the Beast's palace. Where could she be? She ple do not keep their promises! If you had
rose and dressed hastily and then saw that delayed one day more, you would have found
the boxes she had packed the night before him dead."
were all in the room. Suddenly she heard her Beauty was so terrified by this dream that
father's voice and rushed out to greet him the very next evening she said good-bye to her
joyfully. Her brothers and sisters were aston- father and her brothers and sisters, and as
ished at her appearance, for they had never soon as she was in bed she turned her ring
expected to see her again. Beauty asked her round upon her finger, and said firmly:
fathe what he thought her strange dreams "I wish to go back to my palace and see my
mean and why
: the prince constantly begged Beast again."
her n )t to trust toappearances. After much Then she fell asleep instantly, and only
consideration he answered: woke up to hear the clock saying "Beauty,
"Y( u tell me yourself that the Beast, fright- Beauty," twelve times in its musical voice,
ful at he is, loves you dearly and deserves which told her she was really in the palace
your 1 >ve and gratitude for his gentleness and once more. Everything was just as before,
336 THE ORAL TRADITION
and her birds were so glad to see her, but crackled and guns banged, and across the
Beauty thought she had never known such a avenue of orange trees, in letters all made of
long day. She was so anxious to see the Beast fireflies, was
written: Long live the prince
again that she felt as if suppertime would and his bride.
never come. Turning to ask the Beast what it could all
But when it came no Beast appeared. After mean, Beauty found he had disappeared, and
listening and waiting for a long time, she ran in his place stood her long-loved prince! At
down into the garden to search for him. Up the same moment the wheels of a chariot
and down the paths and avenues ran poor were heard upon the terrace, and two ladies
Beauty, calling him. No one answered, and entered the room. One of them Beauty recog-
not a trace of him could she find. At last, she nized as the stately lady she had seen in her
saw that she was standing opposite the shady dreams; the other was so queenly that Beauty
path she had seen in her dream. She rushed hardly knew which to greet first. But the one
down it and, sure enough, there was the cave, she already knew said to her companion:
and in it lay the Beast asleep, so Beauty "Well, Queen, this is Beauty, who has had
thought. Quite glad to have found him, she the courage to rescue your son from the terri-
ran up and stroked his head, but to her horror ble enchantment. They love each other, and
he did not move or open his eyes. only your consent to their marriage is want-
"Oh, he is dead, and it is all my fault!" ing to make them perfectly happy."
cried Beauty, crying bitterly. "I consent with all my heart," cried the
But then, looking at him again, she fancied queen. "How can I ever thank you enough,
he still breathed. Hastily fetching some water charming girl, for having restored my dear
from the nearest fountain, she sprinkled it son to his natural form?" And then she ten-
over his face, and to her great delight he derly embraced Beauty and the prince, who
began to revive. had meanwhile been greeting the fairy and
"Oh, Beast, how you frightened me!" she receiving her congratulations.
cried. "I never knew how much I loved you "Now," said the fairy to Beauty, "I suppose
until just now, when I feared I was too late to you would like me to send for all your brothers
save your life." and sisters to dance at your wedding?"
"Can you really love such an ugly creature And so she did, and the marriage was
as I am?" asked the Beast faintly. "Ah, Beau- celebrated the very next day with the utmost
ty, you came only just in time. I was dying splendor, and Beauty and the prince lived
because I thought you had forgotten your happily ever after.
promise. But go back now and rest, I shall see
you again by-and-by." Toads and Diamonds
Beauty, who had half expected he would be
angry with her, was reassured by his gentle In this, one of the most popular fairy tales, we
voice and went back to the palace, where find several motifs: the abused child, a fairy, and
supper was awaiting her. And afterward the kindness begetting kindness all topped by po-
Beast came in as usual and talked about the [From Charles Perrault, Fairy Tales
etic justice.
time she had spent with her father, asking if (Dutton, 1916).]
she had enjoyed herself and if they had all
been glad to see her. There was once a widow who had two daugh-
Beauty quite enjoyed telling him all that ters. The elder was so like her mother in
had happened to her. When at last the time temper and face that to have seen the one
came for him to go, he asked, as he had so was to have seen the other. They were both so
often asked before: disagreeable and proud, that it was impossi-
"Beauty, will you marry me?" ble to live with them. The younger, who was
She answered softly, "Yes, dear Beast." the exact portrait of her father in her kindly
As she spoke a blaze of light sprang up and polite ways, was as beautiful a girl as one
before the windows of the palace; fireworks could see. As we are naturally fond of those
FOLKTALES 337
who resemble us, the mother doted on her "I should like to see myself going to the
elder daughter, while for the younger she had spring," answered the rude, cross girl.
a most violent aversion and made her take "I insist on your going," rejoined the moth-
her meals in the kitchen and work hard all er, "and that at once."
day. Among other things that she was obliged The elder girl went off, still grumbling;
to do, this poor child was forced to go twice a with her she took the handsomest silver bottle
day to fetch water from a place a mile or more she could find in the house.
from the house and carry back a large jug She had no sooner arrived at the spring,
filled to the brim. As she was standing one than she saw a lady magnificently dressed
day by this spring, a poor woman came up to walking towards her from the wood, who
her and asked the girl to give her some water approached and asked for some water to
to drink. drink. It was the same fairy who had ap-
"Certainly, mygood woman," she replied, peared to the sister, but had now put on
and the beautiful girl at once stooped and the airs and apparel of a princess, as she
rinsed out the jug; and then, filling it with wished to see how far this girl's rudeness
water from the clearest part of the spring, she would go.
held it up to the woman, continuing to sup- "Do you think I came here just to draw
port the jug, that she might drink with great water for you?" answered the arrogant and
comfort. unmannerly girl; "I have, of course, brought
Having drunk, the woman said to her, "You this silver bottle on purpose for you to drink
are so beautiful, so good and kind, that I from, and all I have to say is drink from it if
cannot refrain from conferring a gift upon you like!"
you," for she was really a fairy, who had "You are scarcely polite," said the fairy,
taken the form of a poor village woman, in without losing her temper; "however, as you
order to see how far the girl's kindheart- are so disobliging, I confer this gift upon you,
edness would go. "This gift I make you," that with every word you speak a snake or a
continued the fairy, "that with every word toad shall fall from your mouth."
you speak, either a flower or a precious stone Directly her mother caught sight of her,
will fall from your mouth." she called out, "Well, my daughter!"
The girl had no sooner reached home than "Well, my mother!" replied the ill-tempered
her mother began scolding her for being back girl, throwing out as she spoke two vipers and
so late. "I am sorry, mother," said she, "to a toad.
have been out so long," and as she spoke, "Alack!" cried the mother, "what do I see?
there fell from her mouth six roses, two This is her sister's doing, but I will pay her out
pearls, and two large diamonds. for it," and, so saying, she ran towards the
The mother gazed at her in astonishment. younger with intent to beat her. The unhappy
"What do I see!" she exclaimed. "Pearls girl fled from the house, and went and hid
and diamonds seem to be dropping from her herself in a neighboring forest. The King's
mouth! How is this, my daughter?" It was son, who was returning from hunting, met
the first time she had called her daughter. her,and seeing how beautiful she was, asked
The poor child related in all simplicity what her what she was doing there all alone, and
had happened, letting fall quantities of dia- why she was crying.
monds in the course of her narrative. "I must "Alas! sir, my mother has driven me from
certainly send my other daughter there," said home."
the n other. "Look, Fanchon, see what falls The King's son, seeing five or six pearls and
from your sister's mouth when she speaks! as many diamonds falling from her mouth as
Woulc you not be glad to receive a similar she spoke, asked her to explain how this was,
gift? Ul you have to do is go and fetch water and she told him all her tale. The King's son
from the spring and if an old woman asks fell in love with her; and thinking that such a
you f< r some to drink, to give it to her nicely gift as she possessed was worth more than
and p )litely." any ordinary dower brought by another, he
338 THE ORAL TRADITION
carried her off to his father's palace, and that he might sleep there, on a pile of straw.
there married her. In the stable were the ox who drew the farm-
As for her sister, she made herself so hated er's plough and the donkey who carried to
that her own mother drove her from the market whatever the farmer had to sell.
house. The miserable girl, having gone about The beggar was just falling asleep when
in vain trying to find someone who would take midnight struck, and, as everyone knows, at
her in, crept away into a corner of a wood and midnight on Christmas Eve all the beasts in a
there died. stable can speak to each other, in memory of
that first Christmas in the stable at Bethle-
hem.
The Stones of Plouhinec
"It is a cold night," said the donkey.
A mixture of magic, pagan and Christian, makes As soon as the old beggar heard the donkey
this a highly unusual story. Although its locale, speak, he pretended to be asleep and snoring,
Plouhinec, plays a key role in the story, it is but he kept very wide awake, for it was a
substantially a folktale. [From Barbara Leonie habit with him, whenever he could, to listen
Picard, French Legends, Tales and Fairy Stories to other people talking, in case he heard
(Oxford University Press, 1955).] something to his advantage, or else some-
thing to their disadvantage, which he might
In parts of Brittany are found groups of the put to profitable purpose.
great stones known as menhirs, arranged in "Nocolder," replied the ox, "than it will be
circles or in avenues, like tall, rough-hewn on New Year's Eve when the stones of Plou-
pillars.Country people will tell you that long hinec go down to the river to drink and leave
ago they were set up by the kerions, the fairy their treasure uncovered. Only once in every
dwarfs, and that beneath many of them the hundred years that comes to pass." The ox
kerions hid their gold and treasure. Each looked downat the beggar, snoring on the
group of menhirs has its own legend, and this straw. "If this old man knew what we know,
isthe story of the Stones of Plouhinec. he would be off, seven nights from now, to fill
Near the little town of Plouhinec, close by his pockets from the kerions' hoard."
the Breton coast, there lies a barren stretch of "Small good would it do him," said the
moor where only coarse grass grows, and the donkey, "unless he carried with him a bunch
yellow broom of Brittany. On this plain stand of crowsfoot and a five-leaved trefoil. Without
the stones of Plouhinec, two long rows of those plants in his hand, the stones would
them. crush him when they returned."
On the edge of the moor there once lived a "Even the crowsfoot and the five-leaved
farmer with his sister Rozennik. Rozennik trefoil would not be enough," said the ox,
was young and pretty, and she had many "for, remember, whoever takes the treasure
suitors from Plouhinec, yet she saved her of the stones must offer in exchange a Chris-
smiles for Bernez, a poor lad who worked on tian soul, or the stolen treasure will turn to
her brother's farm; but the farmer refused to dust. And though a man may easily find
consider Bernez as a suitor until he could crowsfoot, and he may, if he searches long
show him his pockets full of gold. enough, find a five-leaved trefoil, where will
One Christmas Eve, while the farmer was he find a Christian man willing to die for
feasting his men in the farmhouse kitchen, as him?"
was his yearly custom, there came a knock on "That is true enough," agreed the donkey;
the door, and outside in the cold wind stood an and the two beasts went on to talk of other
old beggar who asked for a meal and shelter matters.
for the night. He looked a sly, artful old rogue, But the old beggar had heard enough to
and one whomwould have been unwise to
it make him determined to steal the treasure,
trust, it was Christmas Eve, he
but because and he was up and away from the farm at the
was made welcome and given a bowl of soup first light of day, and for six days he searched
and a place by the fire. After supper the all about the countryside for crowsfoot and
farmer took him out to the stable and said trefoil. He found the crowsfoot soon enough,
FOLKTALES 339
and he found trefoil, but none with more than tell me this and to share your good fortune
three leaves; until on the very last day but one with me. I will meet you here before mid-
of the old year, he found a five-leaved trefoil. night." He finished
carving his cross joyfully,
Eagerly he hurried back to Plouhinec, reach- and ran back work on the farm; whilst
to his
ing the town on the next morning, and went the beggar chuckled to himself at the thought
at once to the moor, that he might spy out a of how easily he had found someone to die in
spot to hide himself as near to the stones as exchange for the gold.
possible, to be close at hand when they went, Before midnight they were waiting togeth-
at midnight, down to the river. er, Bernez and the old beggar, hidden behind
But he found someone there before him. a clump of broom in the darkness. No sooner
Young Bernez had brought his midday meal had midnight struck than there was a noise
of bread and cheese to eat sitting alone be- as of a great thundering, the ground shook,
neath the largest of the stones whilst he and the huge stones heaved themselves out of
dreamt of Rozennik, and having finished his the earth and began to move down to the
meal, he was spending the few spare minutes river. "Now," said the beggar, "this is the
that remained to him before he had to return moment." They ran forward and looked down
to work in idly carving a cross upon the stone into the pits where the stones had stood, and
by which he sat. there, at the bottom of each pit was a heap of
"What are you doing?" asked the old beg- treasure. The beggar opened the sacks he had
gar, who recognized him as one of the men brought with him and began to fill them
from the farmhouse where he had spent hastily, one after the other; but Bernez, his
Christmas Eve. heart full of the thought of Rozennik, filled
Bernez smiled. "This holy sign may be of only his pockets with the gold.
help or comfort to someone, one day. It is as It seemed no more than a moment later
good a way as any of passing an idle moment, that the earth began to tremble again and the
to carve a cross on a stone." ground echoed as though to the tramp of a
"That is so," replied the beggar; but while giant army marching. The stones, having
he was speaking he was remembering the drunk from the river, were returning to their
look in Bernez' eyes as he had watched places. Bernez cried out in horror as he saw
Rozennik at the feasting on Christmas Eve, them loom out of the darkness. "Quickly,
for his own sharp eyes missed little, and a quickly, or we shall be crushed to death." But
cunning thought came into his head. "What the old beggar laughed and held up his bunch
would you do," he asked, "if you had your of crowsfoot and his five-leaved trefoil. "Not
pockets full of gold?" I," he said, "for I have these magic plants to
"Why," said Bernez, "that is easy. I would protect me. But you, you are lost, and it is as
go to i:he farmer and ask for Rozennik for my well for me, since unless a Christian soul is
wife. He would not refuse me then, and I given in exchange, my treasure will crumble
think that she would not say no to me." away in the morning."
The beggar looked about him and leant his With terror Bernez heard him and saw that
head 3lose to Bernez. "I can tell you how to he had spoken the truth, for the first of the
fill yo ir pockets with gold, and a sack or two stones moved aside when it reached the beg-
besidt s." gar and his magic herbs, and after it the other
"How?" asked Bernez, surprised. stones passed on either side of him, leaving
And the beggar told him what he had learnt him untouched, to move close together-again
from he ox and the ass; all save how a bunch
i as they came near to Bernez.
of crc wsfoot and a five-leaved trefoil were The young man was too afraid to try to
neces ;ary if one was not to be crushed by the escape. He covered his face with his hands
stonee as they returned from the river, and and waited when he saw the largest stone of
how i Christian soul must be offered in ex- all bear down on him. But above the very spot
change for the gold. When he had finished, where Bernez crouched, trembling, the stone
Bernez' eyes shone and he clasped the old paused, and remained there, towering over
man's hand. "You are a good friend indeed, to him as though to protect him, while all the
340 THE ORAL TRADITION
other stones had tomove aside and so pass it,the magic herbs had no longer any power
him And when Bernez, amazed, dared to
by. over the stone and it went blindly on its way,
look up, he saw that the stone which shel- crushing the old beggar beneath it. And so it
tered him was the one upon which he had passed on to its own place and settled into the
carved a cross. earth again until another hundred years
Not until all the other stones were in their should have gone by. But Bernez ran back
places did itmove, and then it went by Bernez home to the farm, as fast as his legs could
and on to where its own pit showed dark, with carry him; and when, in the morning, he
the shining treasure at the bottom. On its way showed his pockets full of gold, the farmer
it overtook the beggar, stumbling along with did not refuse to give him his sister. And as
his heavy sacks of gold. He heard it come for Rozennik, she did not say no, for she
after him and held out the bunch of crowsfoot would have had him anyway, had the choice
and the five-leaved trefoil with a triumphant rested with her.
shout. But because of the cross carved upon
England
The Story of the Three "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow
Little Pigs your house in."
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew
his house in, and ate up the little pig.
Once again the wolf is the villain animal in this The second little pig met a man with a
beast tale that has always been a favorite with bundle of furze and said,
children. With its use of repetition, rhyme, and "Please, man, give me that furze to build a
onomatopoeic words in building to a quick, dra- house."
matic climax, the story lends itself well to story- Which the man did, and the pig built his
telling. Children accept the logical justice
of the house. Then along came the wolf, and said,
outcome, since the wolf meets an end similar to "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
that of his victims. [From Joseph Jacobs, English "No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."
Fairy Tales (Putnam, 1892).] "Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll blow
your house in."
Once upon a time when pigs spoke rhyme
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed
And monkeys chewed tobacco,
and he huffed, and at last he blew the house
And hens took snuff to make them tough,
And ducks went quack, quack, quack, O! down, and he ate up the little pig.
The third little pig met a man with a load of
There was an old sow with three little pigs, bricks, and said,
and as she had not enough to keep them, she "Please, man, give me those bricks to build
sent them out to seek their fortune. The first a house with."
that went off met a man with a bundle of So the man gave him the bricks, and he
straw, and said to him, built his house with them. So the wolf came,
"Please, man, give me that straw to build as he did to the other little pigs, and said,
me a house." "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
Which the man did, and the little pig built a "No, no, by the hair on my chiny chin
house with it. Presently came along a wolf, chin."
and knocked at the door, and said, "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in." your house in."
To which the pig answered, Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he
"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and
The wolf then answered to that, huffed; but could not get the house down.
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When he found that he could not, with all his the fair and bought a butter-churn, which he
huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he was going home with, when he saw the wolf
said, coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So
"Little pig, I know where there is a nice he got into the churn to hide, and by so doing
field of turnips." turned it round, and it rolled down the hill
"Where?" said the little pig. with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf
"Oh, in Mr. Smith's home-field, and if you so much, that he ran home without going to
will be ready tomorrow morning I will call for the fair. He went to the little pig's house and
you, and we will go together, and get some for told him how frightened he had been by a
dinner." great round thing which came down the hill
"Very well," said the little pig, "I will be past him. Then the little pig said,
ready.What time do you mean to go?" "Hah, I frightened you then. I had been to
"Oh, at six o'clock." the fair and bought a butter-churn; and when
Well, the little pig got up at five and got the I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the
morning at four o'clock, and went off for the a slow build-up. [From Joseph Jacobs, English
apples, hoping to get back before the wolf Fairy Tales (Putnam, 1892).]
came; but he had farther to go and had to
climb the tree, so that just as he was coming An old woman was sweeping her house, and
down from it, he saw the wolf coming, which, she found a crooked sixpence. "What,"
little
as you may suppose, frightened him very said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I
much. When the wolf came up he said: will go to market, and buy a little pig."
"Little pig, what! are you here before me? As she was coming home, she came to a
Are they nice apples?" stile: but the piggy wouldn't go over the stile.
"Yes, very," said the little pig. "I will throw She went a little further, and she met a
you dcwn one." dog. So she said to him: "Dog! dog! bite pig;
Anc he threw it so far, that, while the wolf piggy won't go over the stile; and I shan't get
was g Hie to pick it up, the little pig jumped home tonight." But the dog wouldn't.
down and ran home. The next day the wolf She went a little further, and she met a
came igain and said to the little pig, stick. So she said: "Stick! stick! beat dog! dog
"Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile;
aftern jon; will you go?" and I shan't get home tonight." But the stick
"Oh, yes," said the pig, "I will go; what wouldn't.
time s lall you be ready?" She went a little further, and she met a
"At three," said the wolf. So the little pig So she said: "Fire! fire! burn stick; stick
fire.
went ff before the time as usual and got to
( won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy
342 THE ORAL TRADITION
won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she
tonight." But the fire wouldn't. gave the old woman the milk; and away she
She went a little further, and she met some went with it in a saucer to the cat.
water. So she said: "Water! water! quench As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk,
fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat the cat began to kill the rat; the rat began to
dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over gnaw the rope; the rope began to hang the
the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But butcher; the butcher began to kill the ox; the
the water wouldn't. ox began to drink the water; the water began
She went a little further, and she met an to quench the fire; the fire began to burn the
ox. So she said: "Ox! ox! drink water; water stick; the stick began to beat the dog; the dog
won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick began to bite the pig; the little pig in a fright
won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy jumped over the stile;and so the old woman
won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home got home that night.
tonight." But the ox wouldn't.
She went a little further, and she met a
butcher. So she said: "Butcher! butcher! kill Henny-Penny
ox; ox won't drink water; water won't quench Henny-Penny (or Chicken-Little as it is some-
fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat times called), a more consistently cumulative
dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over beast tale, is also repetitive. Practically the same
the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But story is told under the title "Chicken-Licken" and
the butcher wouldn't. in "The Hare that Ran Away." [From Joseph
She went a little further, and she met a Jacobs, English Fairy Tales (Putnam, 1892).]
rope. So she said: "Rope! rope! hang butcher;
butcher won't kill ox; ox won't drink water; One day Henny-Penny was picking up corn in
water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; the corny ard when whack! something hit
stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy her upon the head. "Goodness gracious me!"
won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home said Henny-Penny; "the sky's a-going to fall; I
tonight." But the rope wouldn't. must go and tell the king."
She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she went along, and she went along, and
So she said: "Rat! rat! gnaw rope; rope won't she went along till she met Cocky-Locky.
hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox; ox won't "Where are you going, Henny-Penny?" says
drink water; water won't quench fire; fire Cocky-Locky. "Oh! I'm going to tell the king
won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog the sky's a-falling," says Henny-Penny. "May
won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; I come with you?" says Cocky-Locky. "Cer-
and I shan't get home tonight." But the rat tainly," says Henny-Penny. So Henny-Penny
wouldn't. and Cocky-Locky went to tell the king the sky
She went a little further, and she met a cat. was falling.
So she said: "Cat! cat! kill rat; rat won't gnaw They went along, and they went along, and
rope; rope won't hang butcher; butcher won't they went along till they met Ducky-Daddies.
kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't "Where are you going to, Henny-Penny and
quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't Cocky-Locky?" says Ducky-Daddies. "Oh!
beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get we're going to tell the king the sky's a-
over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." f ailing." said Henny-Penny and Cocky-Locky.
But the cat said to her, "If you will go to "May come with you?" says Ducky-Daddies.
I
yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I "Certainly," said Henny-Penny and Cocky-
will kill the rat." So away went the old woman Locky. So Henny-Penny, Cocky-Locky, and
to the cow. Ducky-Daddies went to tell the king the sky
But the cow said to her: "If you will go to was a-falling.
yonder hay-stack and fetch me a handful of So they went along, and they went along,
hay, I'll give you the milk." So away went the and they went along, till they met Goosey-
old woman to the hay-stack; and she brought Poosey. "Where are you going to, Henny-
the hay to the cow. Penny, Cocky-Locky, and Ducky-Daddies?"
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said Goosey-Poosey. "Oh! we're going to tell the short to the king's palace; you'll soon
way
the king the sky's a-falling," said Henny- get there you follow me. I will go first and
if
Penny and Cocky-Locky and Ducky-Daddies. you come after, Henny-Penny, Cocky-Locky,
"May I come with you?" said Goosey-Poo- Ducky-Daddies, Goosey-Poosey, and Turkey-
sey. "Certainly," said Henny-Penny, Cocky- Lurkey." "Why of course, certainly, without
Locky, and Ducky-Daddies. So Henny-Penny, doubt, why not?" said Henny-Penny, Cocky-
Cocky-Locky, Ducky-Daddies, and Goosey- Locky, Ducky-Daddies, Goosey-Poosey, and
Poosey went to tell the king the sky was Turkey-Lurkey.
a-falling. So Foxy-Woxy went into his cave, and he
So they went along, and they went along, didn't go very far, but turned around to wait
and they went along, till they met Turkey- for Henny-Penny, Cocky-Locky, Ducky-
Lurkey. "Where are you going, Henny-Penny, Daddies, Goosey-Poosey, and Turkey-Lurkey.
Cocky-Locky, Ducky-Daddies, and Goosey- So at last at first Turkey-Lurkey went through
Poosey?" says Turkey-Lurkey. "Oh! we're the dark hole into the cave. He hadn't got far
going to tell the king the sky's a-falling," said when "Hrumph," Foxy-Woxy snapped off
Foxy-Woxy: "We're going to tell the king the the king the sky was a-falling.
sky's a-falling." "Oh! but this is not the
way to the king, Henny-Penny, Cocky-Locky,
Ducky-Daddies, Goosey-Poosey, and Turkey- Teeny-Tiny
Lurkey," says Foxy-Woxy; "I know the proper This story, too, is in the repetitive form of a
way; shall I show it to you?" "Oh, certainly, cumulative tale. Its charm for children lies, first,
Foxy-Woxy," said Henny-Penny, Cocky- in the constant repetition of "teeny-tiny," and
Locky, Ducky-Daddies, Goosey-Poosey, and
then, if well read, in the explosive ending, "Take
Turkey-Lurkey. So Henny-Penny, Cocky-
it!" [From Joseph Jacobs, English Fairy Tales (Put-
Locky, Ducky-Daddies, Goosey-Poosey, Tur-
nam, 1892).]
key-L irkey, and Foxy-Woxy all went to tell
the ki ig the sky was a-falling. Once upon a time there was a teeny-tiny
So hey went along, and they went along, woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a
and t icy went along, till they came to a teeny-tiny village. Now, one day this teeny-
narrow and dark hole. Now this was the door tiny womanput on her teeny-tiny bonnet and
of Fo: y-Woxy's cave. But Foxy-Woxy said to went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a
Henny-Penny, Cocky-Locky, Ducky-Daddies, teeny-tiny walk. And when this teeny-tiny
Goose r-Poosey, and Turkey-Lurkey: "This is woman had gone a teeny-tiny way, she came
344 THE ORAL TRADITION
to a teeny-tiny gate; so the teeny-tiny woman the Hillside and The Bee, the Harp, the Mouse,
opened the teeny-tiny gate and went into a and the Bum-Clock. [From Joseph Jacobs, English
teeny-tiny churchyard. And when this teeny- Fairy Tales (Putnam, 1892).]
tiny woman had got into the teeny-tiny
churchyard, she saw a teeny- tiny bone on a There was once upon a time a poor widow
teeny-tiny grave, and the teeny-tiny woman who had an only son named Jack and a cow
said to her teeny-tiny self, "This teeny-tiny named Milky- White. And all they had to live
bone will make me some teeny-tiny soup for on was the milk the cow gave every morning,
my teeny-tiny supper." So the teeny tiny which they carried to the market and sold.
woman put the teeny-tiny bone into her But one morning Milky-White gave no milk,
teeny-tiny pocket and went home to her and they didn't know what to do.
teeny- tiny house. "What shall we do, what shall we do?" said
Now when the teeny-tiny woman got home the widow, wringing her hands.
to her teeny-tiny house, she was a teeny-tiny "Cheer up, mother, I'll go and get work
bit tired; so she went up her teeny-tiny stairs somewhere," said Jack.
to her teeny-tiny bed and put the teeny-tiny "We've tried that before, and nobody would
bone into a teeny-tiny cupboard. And when take you," said his mother; "we must sell
this teeny-tiny woman had been to sleep a Milky- White and with the money start a shop
teeny-tiny time, she was awakened by a or something."
teeny-tiny voice from the teeny-tiny cup- "All right, mother," says Jack; "it's
board, which said, market-day today, and I'll soon sell Milky-
"Give me my bone!" White, and then we'll see what we can
do."
And this teeny-tiny woman was a teeny- So he took the cow's halter in his hand, and
tiny frightened; so she hid her teeny-tiny head offhe started. He hadn't gone far when he
under the teeny-tiny clothes and went to sleep met a funny-looking old man, who said to
again. And when she had been to sleep again him: "Good morning, Jack."
a teeny-tiny time, the teeny-tiny voice again "Good morning to you," said Jack, and
cried out from the teeny-tiny cupboard a wondered how he knew his name.
teeny-tiny louder, "Well, Jack, and where are you off to?" said
the man.
"Give me my bone!"
"I'm going to market to sell our cow here."
This made the teeny-tiny woman a teeny- "Oh, you look the proper sort of chap to sell
tiny more frightened; so she hid her teeny- cows," said the man; "I wonder if you know
tiny head a teeny-tiny farther under the how many beans make five."
teeny-tiny clothes. And when the teeny-tiny "Two in each hand and one in your
woman had been to sleep again a teeny-tiny mouth," says Jack, as sharp as a needle.
time, the teeny-tiny voice from the teeny- "Right you are," says the man, "and here
tiny cupboard said again a teeny-tiny louder, they are, the very beans themselves," he went
on, pulling out of his pocket a number of
"GIVE ME MY BONE!"
strange-looking beans. "As you are so sharp,"
And woman was a teeny-
this teeny-tiny says he, "I don't mind doing a swop with
tiny more
bit frightened, but she put her you your cow for these beans."
teeny-tiny head out of the teeny-tiny clothes "Go along," says Jack; "wouldn't you like
and said in her loudest teeny-tiny voice, it?"
"Ah! you don't know what these beans
"TAKE IT!"
are," said the man; "if you plant them over-
night, by morning they grow right up to the
Jack and the Beanstalk
sky."
This story is often classified as a droll, that is, a "Really?" said Jack; "you don't say so."
story of the blunders, often comic in character, of "Yes, that is so, and if it doesn't turn out to
a stupid person. Compare this with Gudbrand on be true you can have your cow back."
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"Right," says Jack, and hands him over "Good morning, mum," says Jack, quite
Milky- White's halter and pockets the beans. polite-like."Could you be so kind as to give
Back goes Jack home, and as he hadn't me some breakfast?" For he hadn't had any-
gone very far, it wasn't dusk by the time he thing to eat, you know, the night before, and
got to his door. was as hungry as a hunter.
"Back already, Jack?" said his mother; "I "It's breakfast you want, is it?" says the
see you haven't got Milky-White, so you've great big tall woman, "It's breakfast you'll be
sold her. How much did you get for her?" ifyou don't move off from here. My man is an
"You'll never guess, mother," says Jack. ogre and there's nothing he likes better than
"No, you don't say so. Good boy! Five boys broiled on toast. You'd better be moving
pounds, ten, fifteen, no, it can't be twenty." on or he'll soon be coming."
"I told you you couldn't guess. What do you "Oh! please mum, do give me something to
say to these beans; they're magical, plant eat, mum. I've had nothing to eat since yes-
"
them over-night and terday morning, really and truly, mum," says
"What!" says Jack's mother, "have you Jack. "I may as well be broiled as die of
been such a fool, such a dolt, such an idiot, as hunger."
to give away my Milky- White, the best milker Well, the ogre's wife was not half so bad
in the parish, and prime beef to boot, for a after all. So she took Jack into the kitchen and
set of paltry beans? Take that! Take that! gave him a chunk of bread and cheese and a
Take that! And as for your precious beans jug of milk. But Jack hadn't half finished
here they go out of the window. And now off these when thump! thump! thump! the whole
with you to bed. Not a sup shall you drink, house began to tremble with the noise of
and not a bit shall you swallow this very someone coming.
night." "Goodness gracious me! It's my old man,"
So Jack went upstairs to his little room in said the ogre's wife, "what on earth shall I
the attic, and sad and sorry he was, to be sure, do? Come along quick and jump in here." And
as much for his mother's sake, as for the loss she bundled Jack into the oven just as the
of his supper. ogre came in.
At last he dropped off to sleep. He was a big one, to be sure. At his belt he
When he woke up, the room looked so had three calves strung up by the heels, and
funny. The sun was shining into part of it, he unhooked them and threw them down on
and yet all the rest was quite dark and shady. the table and said: "Here, wife, broil me a
So Jack jumped up and dressed himself and couple of these for breakfast. Ah! what's this
went to the window. And what do you think I smell?
The beanstalk grew up quite close past "Nonsense, dear," said his wife, "you're
Jack's window; so all he haddo was to open
to dreaming. Or perhaps you smell the scraps of
it and give a jump on to the beanstalk which that little boy you liked so much for yester-
ran u > just like a big ladder. So Jack climbed, day's dinner. Here, you go and have a wash
and lie climbed, and he climbed, and he and tidy up, and by the time you come back
climb 3d, and he climbed, and he climbed, and your breakfast'll be ready for you."
he cli nbed till at last he reached the sky. And So off the ogre went, and Jack was just
when he got there he found a long broad road going to jump out of the oven and run away
going as straight as a dart. So he walked when the woman told him not. "Wait till he's
along and he walked along, and he walked asleep," says she; "he always has a doze af-
along till he came to a great big tall house, ter breakfast."
and en the doorstep there was a great big Well, the ogre had his breakfast, and after
tall w >man. that he goes to a big chest and takes out of it a
346 THE ORAL TRADITION
couple of bags of gold, and down he sits and lays the golden eggs." So she brought it, and
counts till at last his head began to nod, and the ogre said: "Lay," and it laid an egg all of
he began to snore till the whole house shook gold. And thenthe ogre began to nod his head
again. and to snorethe house shook.
till
Then Jack crept out on tiptoe from his Then Jack crept out of the oven on tiptoe
oven, and as he was passing the ogre he took and caught hold of the golden hen and was
one of the bags of gold under his arm, and off off before you could say "Jack Robinson." But
he pelters till he came to the beanstalk, and this time the hen gave a cackle which woke
then he threw down the bag of gold, which of the ogre, and just as Jack got out of the house
course fell into his mother's garden, and then he heard him calling: "Wife, wife, what have
he climbed down, and climbed down till at you done with my golden hen?"
last he got home and told his mother and And the wife said: "Why, my dear?"
showed her the gold and said, "Well, mother, But that was all Jack heard, for he rushed
wasn't I right about the beans? They are off to the beanstalk and climbed down like a
really magical, you see." house on fire. And when he got home he
So they lived on the bag of gold for some showed his mother the wonderful hen, and
time, but at last they came to the end of it, said "Lay" to it; and it laid a golden egg every
and Jack made up his mind to try his luck time he said, "Lay."
once more up at the top of the beanstalk. Well, Jack was not content, and it wasn't
So one fine morning he rose up early, and got very long before he determined to have
on to the beanstalk, and he climbed, and another try at his luck up there at the top of
he climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed, the beanstalk. So one fine morning, he rose up
and he climbed, and he climbed till early and got on to the beanstalk, and he
at last he came out on to the road again climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed, and
and up to the great big tall house he had he climbed till he got to the top. But this time
been to before. There, sure enough, was he knew better than to go straight to the
the great big tall woman a-standing on the ogre's house. And when he got near it, he
doorstep. waited behind a bush till he saw the ogre's
"Good morning, mum," says Jack, as bold wife come out with a pail to get some wa-
as brass, "could you be so good as to give me ter, and then he crept into the house and got
something to eat?" into the copper. He hadn't been there long
"Go away, my boy," said the big tall before he heard thump! thump! thump!
woman, "or else my man will eat you up for as before, and in came the ogre and his
breakfast. But aren't you the youngster who wife.
came here once before? Do you know, that "Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an
very day, my man missed one of his bags of Englishman," cried out the ogre. "I smell
All happened as it did before. In came the the difference between live and dead after all
ogre as he did before, said: "Fee-fi-fo-fum," these years."
and had his breakfast of three broiled oxen. So the ogre sat down to the breakfast and
Then he said: "Wife, bring me the hen that ate it, but every now and then he would
FOLKTALES 347
mutter: "Well, I could have sworn- -" and two and began to topple over. Then the ogre
he'd get up and search the larder and the down and broke his crown, and the bean-
fell
him a bit and knew where he was going. frains: "Woe worth ye, Molly Whuppie" and
When he got to the beanstalk the ogre was not "Twice yet, carle, I'll come to Spain." [From
more than twenty yards away when suddenly Joseph Jacobs, English Fairy Tales (Putnam,
he saw Jack disappear like, and when he 1892).]
came to the end of the road he saw Jack
underneath climbing down for dear life. Well, Once upon a time there was a man and a wife
the ogre didn't like trusting himself to such a had too many children, and they could not get
ladder, and he stood and waited; so Jack got meat for them, so they took the three young-
another start. But just then the harp cried est and left them in a wood. They travelled
out: "Master! Master!" and the ogre swung and travelled and could see never a house. It
himself down on to the beanstalk, which began to be dark, and they were hungry. At
shook with his weight. Down climbs Jack, last they saw a light and made for it; it turned
and a::ter him climbed the ogre. By this time out to be a house. They knocked at the door,
Jack had climbed down, and climbed down, and a woman came to it, who said: "What do
and climbed down till he was very nearly you want?" They said: "Please let us in and
home. So he called out: "Mother! Mother! give us something to eat." The woman said:
bring me an axe; bring me an axe." And his "I can't do that, as my man is a giant, and he
mother came rushing out with the axe in her would kill you if he comes home." They
hand, but when she came to the beanstalk begged hard. "Let us stop for a little while,"
she st sod stock still with fright, for there she said they, "and we will go away before he
saw tie ogre with his legs just through the comes." So she took them in, and set them
cloudf . down before the fire, and gave them milk and
But Jack jumped down and got hold of the bread; but just as they had begun to eat, a
axe ai id gave a chop at the beanstalk which great knock came to the door, and a dreadful
cut it half in two. The ogre felt the beanstalk voice said:
shake and quiver, so he stopped to see what
was tl e matter. Then Jack gave another chop "Fee, fie, fo, fum,
with ihe axe, and the beanstalk was cut in I smell the blood of some earthly one.
348 THE ORAL TRADITION
Who have you there, wife?" "Eh," said the hair"; and she got over, but he couldn't, and
wife, three poor lassies cold and hungry,
"it's he says, "Woe worth ye, Molly Whuppie!
and they will go away. Ye won't touch 'em, never ye come again." And she says: "Twice
man." He said nothing, but ate up a big I'll come to Spain." So Molly took
yet, carle,
supper, and ordered them to stay all night. the sword to the king, and her sister was
Now he had three lassies of his own, and they married to his son.
were to sleep in the same bed with the three Well, the king he says: "Ye've managed
strangers. The youngest of the three strange well, Molly; but if ye would manage better,
lassies was called Molly Whuppie, and she and steal the purse that lies below the giant's
was very clever. She noticed that before they pillow, I would marry your second sister to my
went to bed the giant put straw ropes round second son." And Molly said she would try. So
her neck and his sisters', and round his own she set out for the giant's house, and slipped
lassies' necks, he put gold chains. So Molly in, and hid again below the bed, and waited
took care and did not fall asleep, but waited till the giant had eaten his supper, and was
till she was sure every one was sleeping snoring sound asleep. She slipped out and
sound. Then she slipped out of the bed, and slipped her hand below the pillow, and got out
took the straw ropes off her own and her the purse; but just as she was going out the
sisters' necks, and took the gold chains off the giant wakened, and ran after her; and she
giant's lassies. She put the straw ropes on the ran, and he ran, till they came to the "Bridge
giant's lassies and the gold chains on herself of one hair," and she got over, but he couldn't
and her sisters, and lay down. And in the and he said, "Woe worth ye, Molly Whuppie!
middle of the night up rose the giant, armed never you come again." "Once yet, carle,"
with a great club, and felt for the necks with quoth she, "I'll come to Spain." So Molly took
the straw. It was dark. He took his own the purse to the king, and her second sister
lassies out of bed on to the floor, and battered was married to the king's second son.
them until they were dead, and then lay down After that the king says to Molly: "Molly,
again, thinking he had managed finely. Molly you are a clever girl, but if you would do
thought it time she and her sisters were off better yet, and steal the giant's ring that he
and away, so she wakened them and told wears on his finger, I will give you my young-
them to be quiet, and they slipped out of the est son for yourself." Molly said she would try.
house. They all got out safe, and they ran and So back she goes to the giant's house, and
ran, and never stopped until morning, when hides herself below the bed. The giant wasn't
they saw a grand house before them. It long ere he came home, and, after he had
turned out to be a king's house: so Molly went eaten a great big supper, he went to his bed,
in, and told her story to the king. He said: and shortly was snoring loud. Molly crept out
"Well, Molly, you are a clever girl, and you and reached over the bed, and got hold of the
have managed well; but, if you would man- giant's hand, and she pulled and she pulled
age better, and go back, and steal the giant's until she got off the ring; but just as she got it
sword that hangs on the back of his bed, I off the giant got up,and gripped her by the
would give your eldest sister my eldest son to hand and he says, "Now I have caught you,
marry." Molly said she would try. So she went Molly Whuppie, and, if I had done as much ill
back, and managed to slip into the giant's to you as ye have done to me, what would ye
house, and crept in below the bed. The giant do to me?"
came home, and ate up a great supper, and Molly says: "I would put you into a sack,
went to bed. Molly waited until he was snor- and I'd put the cat inside wi' you, and the dog
ing, and she crept out, and reached over the aside you, and a needle and thread and a
giant and got down the sword; but just as she shears and I'd hang you up upon the wall, and
got it out over the bed it gave a rattle, and up I'd go to the wood, and choose the thickest
jumped the giant, and Molly ran out at the stick I could get, and I would come home,
door and the sword with her; and she ran, and and take you down, and bang you till you
he ran, till they came to the "Bridge of one were dead."
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"Well, Molly," says the giant, 'Til just do [From Joseph Jacobs, English Fairy Tales (Putnam,
that to you." 1892).]
So he gets a sack, and puts Molly into it,
and the cat and the dog beside her, and a Once upon a time there was a farmer and his
needle and thread and shears, and hangs her wife who had one daughter, and she was
up upon the wall, and goes to the wood to courted by a gentleman. Every evening he
choose a stick. used to come and see her, and stop to supper
Molly she sings out: "Oh, if ye saw what I at the farmhouse, and the daughter used to be
see." sent down into the cellar to draw the beer for
"Oh," says the giant's wife, "what do ye supper. So one evening she had gone down to
see, Molly?" draw the beer, and she happened to look up at
But Molly never said a word but, "Oh, if ye the ceiling while she was drawing, and she
saw what I see!" saw a mallet stuck in one of the beams. It
The giant's wife begged that Molly would must have been there a long, long time, but
take her up into the sack till she would see somehow or other she had never noticed it
what Molly saw. So Molly took the shears and before, and she began a-thinking. And she
cut a hole in the sack, and took out the needle thought it was very dangerous to have that
and thread with her, and jumped down and mallet there, for she said to herself: "Suppose
helped the giant's wife up into the sack, and him and me was to be married, and we was to
sewed up the hole. have a son, and he was to grow up to be a
The giant's wife saw nothing, and began man, and come down into the cellar to draw
to ask to get down again; but Molly never the beer, like as I'm doing now, and the
minded, but hid herself at the back of the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him,
door. Home again came the giant, and a great what a dreadful thing it would be!" And she
big tree in his hand, and he took down the put down the candle and the jug, and sat
sack, and began to batter it. His wife cried, herself down and began a-crying.
"It's me, man"; but the dog barked and the Well, they began to wonder upstairs how
cat mewed, and he did not know his wife's it was that she was so long drawing the
voice. But Molly came out from the back of beer, and her mother went down to see after
the door, and the giant saw her and he after her, and she found her sitting on the settle
her; and he ran, and she ran, till they came to crying, and the beer running over the floor.
the "Bridge of one hair," and she got over but "Why, whatever is the matter?" said her
he couldn't; and he said, "Woe worth you, mother. "Oh, mother!" says she, "look at that
Molly Whuppie! never you come again." horrid mallet! Suppose we was to be married,
"Never more, carle," quoth she, "will I come and was to have a son, and he was to grow up,
again to Spain." and was to come down to the cellar to draw
So Molly took the ring to the king, and she the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his
was married to his youngest son, and she head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it
never saw the giant again. would be!" "Dear, dear! what a dreadful
thing it would be!" said the mother, and she
sat her down aside of the daughter and start-
ed a-crying too. Then after a bit the father
The Three Sillies
began to wonder that they didn't come back,
The 'hree Sillies is the most enduring of the and he went down into the cellar to look after
drolls, the numskull stories. Stith Thompson says them himself, and there they two sat a-
that i is told "in all and well out
parts of Europe crying, and the beer running all over the
into iiberia. Versions apparently based upon floor. "Whatever is the matter?" says he.
English originals have been found in Virginia, and "Why," says the mother, "look at that horrid
close parallels exist in Africa." For the storyteller, mallet. Just suppose, if our daughter and her
this story catches the interest of the wise and sweetheart was to be married, and was to
foolis i of all
ages. It is basic to any repertory. have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to
350 THE ORAL TRADITION
come down into the cellar to draw the beer, round her neck, and passed it down the chim-
and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill ney, and fastened it to her own wrist. And the
him, what a dreadful thing it would be!" gentleman went on his way, but he hadn't
"Dear, dear, dear! so it would!" said the fa- gone far when the cow tumbled off the roof,
ther, and he sat himself down aside of the and hung by the string tied round her neck,
other two, and started a-crying. and it strangled her. And the weight of the
Now the gentleman got tired of stopping up cow tied to her wrist pulled the woman up the
in the kitchen by himself, and at last he went chimney, and she stuck fast half-way and
down into the cellar too, to see what they were was smothered in the soot.
after; and there they three sat a-crying side by Well, that was one big silly.
side, and the beer running all over the floor. And the gentleman went on and on, and he
And he ran straight and turned the tap. Then went to an inn to stop the night, and they
he said: "Whatever are you three doing, sit- were so full at the inn that they had to put
ting there crying, and letting the beer run all him in a double-bedded room, and another
over the floor?" "Oh!" says the father, "look traveller was to sleep in the other bed. The
at that horrid mallet! Suppose you and our other man was a very pleasant fellow, and
daughter was to be married, and was to have they got very friendly together; but in the
a son, and he was to grow up, and was to morning, when they were both getting up, the
come down into the cellar to draw the beer, gentleman was surprised to see the other
and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill hang his trousers on the knobs of the chest of
him!" And then they all started a-crying drawers and run across the room and try to
worse than before. But the gentleman burst jump into them, and he tried over and over
out a-laughing, and reached up and pulled again, and couldn't manage it; and the gen-
out the mallet, and then he said: "I've trav- tleman wondered whatever he was doing it
elled many miles, and I never met three such for. At last he stopped and wiped his face with
big sillies as you three before; and now I shall his handkerchief. "Oh dear," he says, "I do
start out on my travels again, and when I can think trousers are the most awkwardest kind
find three bigger sillies than you three, then of clothes that ever were. I can't think who
I'll come back and marry your daughter." So could have invented such things. It takes me
he wished them good-bye, and started off on the best part of an hour to get into mine every
his travels, and left them all crying because morning, and I get so hot! How do you man-
the girl had lost her sweetheart. age yours?" So the gentleman burst out a-
Well, he set out, and he travelled a long laughing, and showed him how to put them
way, and at last he came to a woman's cot- on; and he was very much obliged to him, and
tage that had some grass growing on the roof. said he never should have thought of doing it
And the woman was trying to get her cow to that way.
go up a ladder to the grass, and the poor thing So that was another big silly.
durst not go. So the gentleman asked the Then the gentleman went on his travels
woman what she was doing. "Why, lookye," again; and he came to a village, and outside
she said, "look at all that beautiful grass. I'm the village there was a pond, and round the
going to get the cow on to the roof to eat it. pond was a crowd of people. And they had got
She'll be quite safe, for I shall tie a string rakes, and brooms, and pitchforks, reaching
round her neck, and pass it down the chim- into the pond; and the gentleman asked what
ney, and tie it to my wrist as I go about the was the matter. "Why," they say, "matter
house, so she can't fall off without my know- enough! Moon's tumbled into the pond, and
ing it." "Oh, you poor silly!" said the gentle- we can't rake her out anyhow!" So the gentle-
man, "you should cut the grass and throw it man burst out a-laughing, and told them to
down to the cow!" But the woman thought it look up into the sky, and that it was only the
was easier to get the cow up the ladder than to shadow in the water. But they wouldn't listen
get the grass down, so she pushed her and to him, and abused him shamefully, and he
coaxed her and got her up, and tied a string got away as quick as he could.
FOLKTALES 351
So there was a whole lot of sillies bigger "House or cottage, or whatever you please,
than the three sillies at home. So the gentle- sir."
man turned back home again and married "You must call it 'high topper mountain.'"
the farmer's daughter, and if they didn't live That very night the servant woke her mas-
happy for ever after, that's nothing to do with ter up in a fright and said: "Master of all
you or me. masters, get out of your barnacle and put on
your squibs and crackers. For white-faced
simminy has got a spark of hot cockalorum on
its tail, and unless you get some pondalorum,
Master of All Masters
high topper mountain will be all on hot
Another droll, but constructed in an entirely cockalorum" That's all.
different way. The contrast between the brevity of
the tale and the long-winded warning of the
girl's
The Well of the World's End
firecauses the shock of surprise that is the basis
of comedy. [From Joseph Jacobs, English Fairy The recurring motif of the disenchantment of a
Tales (Putnam, 1892).] person doomed appear in animal form until his
to
head severed from his body is the central
is
A girl once went to the fan: to hire herself for theme of this English version, which in the
servant. At last a funny-looking old gentle- Grimm collection is known as 7776 Frog Prince.
man engaged her, and took her home to his Jacobs has given it a form well suited to the
house. When she got there, he told her that he storyteller. Often, in a folktale, one comes upon
had something to teach her, for that in his a phrase that is sheer poetry. "The well of the
house he had his own names for things. world's end" is such a phrase, with its power to
He said to her: "What will you call me?" evoke a sense of mystery and doom. And the
"Master or mister, or whatever you please, refrain, "my hinny, my heart" is another bit that is
sir," says she. utterly poetic. [From Joseph Jacobs, English Fairy
He said: "You must call me 'master of all Tales (Putnam, 1892).]
masters.' And what would you call this?"
pointing to his bed. Once upon a time, and a very good time it
"Bed or couch, or whatever you please, was, though it wasn't in my time, nor in your
sir." time, nor any one else's time, there was a girl
"No, that's my 'barnacle.' And what do you whose mother had died, and her father mar-
call these?" said he pointing to his panta- ried again. And her stepmother hated her
loons. because she was more beautiful than herself,
"Breeches or trousers, or whatever you and she was very cruel to her. She used to
please, sir." make her do all the servant's work, and never
"You must call them 'squibs and crackers.' let her have any peace. At last one day, the
And v/hat would you call her?" pointing to the stepmother thought to get rid of her altogeth-
cat. er; so she handed her a sieve and said to her:
"Cat orkit, or whatever you please, sir." "Go, fill it at the WeU of the World's End and
"You must call her 'white-faced simminy.' bring it home to me full, or woe betide you."
And triis now," showing the fire, "what would For she thought she would never be able to
you c dl this?" find the WeU of the World's End, and, if she
"Fire or flame, or whatever you please, did, how could she bring home a sieve full of
sir." water?
"You must call it 'hot cockalorum,' and Well, the girl started off, and asked every
what this?" he went on, pointing to the water. one she met her where was the Well of
to tell
"W iter or wet, or whatever you please, sir." the World's End. But nobody knew, and she
"N ), 'pondalorum' is its name. And what didn't know what to do, when a queer little old
do yoi call all this?" asked he as he pointed to
i
woman, all bent double, told her where it
the house. was, and how she could get to it. So she did
352 THE ORAL TRADITION
what the old woman told her, and at last "Whatever can that be?" cried out the step-
arrived at the Well of the World's End. But mother, and the girl had to tell her all about it,
when she dipped the sieve in the cold, cold and what she had promised the frog.
water, it all ran out again. She tried and she "Girls must keep their promise," said the
tried again, but every time it was the same; stepmother. "Go and open the door this in-
and at last she sat down and cried as if her stant." For she was glad the girl would have
heart would break. to obey a nasty frog.
Suddenly she heard a croaking voice, and So the girl went and opened the door, and
she looked up and saw a great frog with there was the frog from the Well of the
goggle eyes looking at her and speaking to World's End. And it hopped, and it hopped,
her. and it jumped, till it reached the girl, and
"What's the matter, dearie?" it said. then it said:
"Oh, dear, oh dear," she said, "my step- "Lift me to your knee, my hinny, my heart:
mother has sent me all this long way to fill
this sieve with water from the Well of the
Lift me to your knee, my own darling;
Remember the words you and I spoke,
World's End, and I can't fill it no how at all."
Down in the meadow by the World's End
"Well," said the frog, "if you promise me to
Well."
do whatever I bid you for a whole night long,
I'll tell you how to fill it." But the girl didn't like to, till her stepmoth-
So the girl agreed, and the frog said: er said: "Lift it up this instant, you hussy!
Girlsmust keep their promises!"
"Stop itwith moss and daub it with clay, So at last she lifted the frog up on to her
And then it will carry the water away"; lap, and it lay there for a time, till at last it
said:
and then it gave a hop, skip, and jump, and
"Give me some supper, my hinny, my heart,
went flop into the Well of the World's End.
Give me some supper, my darling;
So the girl looked about for some moss, and
Remember the words you and I spake,
lined the bottom of the sieve with it, and over
In the meadow, by the Well of the World's
that she put some clay, and then she dipped it
End."
once again into the Well of the World's End;
and this time, the water didn't run out, and Well, she didn't mind doing that, so she got
she turned to go away. a bowl of milk and bread, and fed it well. And
Just then the frog popped up its head out of when the frog had finished, it said:
the Well of the World's End, and said: "Re- me
"Go with to bed, my hinny, my heart,
member your promise." Go with me to bed, my own darling;
"All right," said the girl; for thought she,
Mind you the words you spake to me,
"what harm can a frog do me?" Down by the cold well, so weary."
So she went back to her stepmother, and
brought the sieve full of water from the Well But that the girl wouldn't do, till her
of the World's End. The stepmother was stepmother said: "Do what you promised,
angry as angry, but she said nothing at all. girl; girls must keep their promises. Do
That very evening they heard something what you're bid, or out you go, you and your
tap tapping at the door low down, and a voice froggie."
cried out: So the girl took the frog with her to bed, and
kept it as far away from her as she could.
"Open the door, my hinny, my heart, Well, just as the day was beginning to break
Open the door, my own darling; what should the frog say but:
Mind you the words that you and I spoke,
Down in the meadow, at the World's End "Chop off my head, my hinny, my heart,
Well." Chop off my head, my own darling;
FOLKTALES 353
Remember the promise you made to me, Merlin was much pleased with the kind-
Down by the cold well so weary." ness of the ploughman and his wife; but he
could not help noticing that though every-
At first the girl wouldn't, for she thought of
what the frog had done for her at the Well of thing was neat and comfortable in the cot-
the World's End. But when the frog said the tage, they both seemed to be very unhappy.
stealing my cherry-stones at last, and you "Here, mother," replied he, "in the red
shall be rewarded for your thievish tricks." cow's mouth."
On saying this, he drew the string tight round His mother began to cry and wring her
his neck, and gave the bag such a hearty hands; but the cow, surprised at the odd noise
shake, that poor little Tom's legs, thighs, and in her throat, opened her mouth and let Tom
body were sadly bruised. He roared out with drop out. Fortunately his mother caught him
pain and begged to be let out, promising never in her apron as he was falling to the ground,
to steal again. or he would have been dreadfully hurt. She
A short time afterwards his mother was then put Tom in her bosom and ran home
making a batter-pudding; and Tom, being with him.
very anxious to see how it was made, climbed Tom's father made him a whip of barley
up to the edge of the bowl; but his foot straw to drive the cattle with, and having one
slipped, and he plumped over head and ears day gone into the fields, Tom slipped a foot
into the batter, without his mother noticing and rolled into the furrow. A raven, which
him, who stirred him into the pudding-bag, was flying over, picked him up and flew with
and put him in the pot to boil. him over the sea and there dropped him.
The batter filled Tom's mouth and prevent- swallowed Tom the moment he
A large fish
ed him from crying; but, on feeling the hot the sea, which was soon after caught,
fell into
water, he kicked and struggled so much in the and bought for the table of King Arthur.
pot, that his mother thought that the pudding When they opened the fish in order to cook it,
was bewitched; and, pulling it out of the pot, every one was astonished at finding such a
she threw it outside the door. A poor tinker, little boy, and Tom was quite delighted at
who was passing by, lifted up the pudding; being free again. They carried him to the
and, putting it into his budget, he then king, who made Tom his dwarf, and he soon
walked off. As Tom had now got his mouth grew a great favorite at court; for by his tricks
cleared of the batter, he then began to cry and gambols he not only amused the king and
aloud, which so frightened the tinker that he queen but also all the Knights of the Round
flung down the pudding and ran away. The Table.
pudding being broke to pieces by the fall, Tom It is said that when the king rode out on
crept out covered all over with the batter and horseback, he often took Tom along with him;
walked home. His mother, who was very and if a shower came on, Tom used to creep
sorry to see her darling in such a woeful state, into his majesty's waist coat pocket, where he
put him into a teacup and soon washed off the slept till the rain was over.
batter, after which she kissed him and laid King Arthur one day asked Tom about his
him in bed. parents, wishing to know if they were as
Soon after the adventure of the pudding, small as he was, and whether they were well
Tom's mother went to milk her cow in the off. Tom told the king that his father and
meadow, and she took him along with her. As mother were as tall as anybody about the
the wind was very high, for fear of being court, but in rather poor circumstances. On
blown away, she tied him to a thistle with a hearing the king carried Tom to his
this,
piece of fine thread. The cow soon observed treasury, the place where he kept all his
Tom's oak-leaf hat and, liking the appearance money, and told him to take as much money
of it, took poor Tom and the thistle at one as he could carry home to his parents, which
mouthful. While the cow was chewing the made the poor little fellow caper with joy.
thistle, Tom was afraid of her great teeth, Tom went immediately to procure a purse,
which threatened to crush him in pieces, and which was made of a water-bubble, and then
he roared out as loud as he could: "Mother, returned to the treasury, where he received a
mother!" silver three-penny-piece to put into it.
"Where are you, Tommy, my dear Our little hero had some difficulty in lifting
Tommy?" said his mother. the burden upon his back; but he at last
FOLKTALES 355
succeeded in getting it placed to his mind, However, a cat, observing something alive
and set forward on his journey. However, in the trap, patted it about till the wires broke
without meeting with any accident and after and set Thomas at liberty.
resting himself more than a hundred times by The king received Tom again into favor,
the way, in two days and two nights he which he did not live to enjoy, for a large
reached his father's house in safety. spider one day attacked him; and although he
Tom had traveled forty-eight hours with a drew his sword and fought well, yet the spi-
huge silver-piece on his back and was almost der's poisonous breath at last overcame him.
tired to death, when his mother ran out to
He fell dead on the ground where he stood,
meet him and carried him into the house. But And the spider suck'd every drop of his blood.
he soon returned to court.
As Tom's clothes had suffered much King Arthur and his whole court were so
in the batter-pudding and the inside of the sorry at the loss of their little favorite that
fish, his majesty ordered him a new suit of they went into mourning and raised a fine
clothes, and to be mounted as a knight on white marble monument over his grave with
a mouse. the following epitaph:
It was certainly very diverting to see Tom
HERE LIES TOM THUMB, KING ARTHUR'S KNIGHT,
in this dress and mounted on the mouse, as he
WHO DIED BY A SPIDER'S CRUEL BITE.
rode out a-hunting with the king and nobility,
HE WAS WELL KNOWN IN ARTHUR'S COURT,
who were all ready to expire with laughter at WHERE HE AFFORDED GALLANT SPORT;
Tom and his fine prancing charger. HE RODE A TILT AND TOURNAMENT,
The king was so charmed with his address AND ON A MOUSE A-HUNTING WENT.
that he ordered a little chair to be made, in
ALIVE HE FILLED THE COURT WITH MIRTH;
order that Tom might sit upon his table, and
HIS DEATH TO SORROW SOON GAVE BIRTH.
also a palace of gold, a span high, with a door
WIPE, WIPE YOUR EYES, AND SHAKE YOUR HEAD
an inch wide, to live in. He also gave him a AND CRY ALAS! TOM THUMB IS DEAD!
coach, drawn by six small mice.
The queen was so enraged at the honors
conferred on Sir Thomas that she resolved to
ruin him and told the king that the little
Tamlane
knight had been saucy to her.
The king sent for Tom in great haste; but Here is an example of a motif very common in all
being fully aware of the danger of royal an- folktales, the hero stolen by a fairy queen. Not all
ger, he crept into an empty snail-shell, where such tales end so happily. [From Joseph Jacobs,
he lay for a long time until he was almost More English Fairy Tales (Putnam, 1894).]
starved with hunger; but at last he ventured
to peep out, and seeing a fine large butterfly
on the ground near the place of his conceal- Young Tamlane was son of Earl Murray, and
ment he got close to it and, jumping astride Burd Janet was daughter of Dunbar, Earl of
on it, was carried up into the air. The butter- March. And when they were young they loved
fly flew with him from tree to tree and from one another and plighted their troth. But
field to field, -and at last returned to the court, when the time came near for their marrying,
wherr the king and nobility all strove to catch Tamlane disappeared, and none knew what
him; but at last poor Tom fell from his seat had become of him.
into watering pot, in which he was almost Many, many days after he had disap-
drowned. peared, Burd Janet was wandering in Carten-
When the queen saw him, she was in a haugh Wood, though she had been warned
rage, and said he should be beheaded; and he not to go there. And as she wandered she
was i ut into a mouse trap until the time of plucked the flowers from the bushes. She
his e>ecution. came at last to a bush of broom and began
356 THE ORAL TRADITION
and with holy water in your hand you must adder was skipping through her arms, but
cast acompass all around you." still she held on; and then they turned him
"But how shall I know you, Tamlane?" into a snake that reared up as if to bite her,
quoth Burd Janet, "amid so many knights and yet she held on. Then suddenly a dove
I've ne'er seen before?" was struggling in her arms, and almost flew
"The court of Elves that come by let
first away. Then they turned him into a swan, but
pass. The next court you shall pay reverence all was in vain, till at last he was turned into a
to, but do naught nor say aught. But the third red-hot glaive, and this she cast into a well of
court that comes by is the chief court of them, water and then he turned back into a mother-
and at the head rides the Queen of all Elfland. naked man. She quickly cast her green man-
And shall ride by her side upon a milk-white
I tle over him, and young Tamlane was Burd
I'd hae ta'en out thy two grey eyne, "Now, how can I tell?" said the sexton's
Put in two eyne of tree. wife.
"Why, nine black cats all like our friend
"Had but known, Tamlane, Tamlane,
I
"Oh, I've had such an adventure. I was don't know who Tom Tildrum is?"
digging away at old Mr. Fordyce's grave when "Look at Old Tom, look at Old Tom!"
I suppose I must have dropped asleep, and screamed his wife.
only ^voke up by hearing a cat's Miaou." And well he might look, for Tom was swell-
"faiaou!" said Old Tom in answer. ing and Tom was staring, and at last Tom
"Y<!s, just like that! So I looked over the shrieked out, "What old Tim dead! then I'm
edge of the grave, and what do you think the King o' the Cats!" and rushed up the
I saw ?" chimney and was never more seen.
358 THE ORAL TRADITION
The Hare and the Hedgehog along around a bush of blackthorn, its blos-
This version of a well-known Grimm's soming now over and its leaves showing
fairy tale
follows the original closely, and yet it clearly green, he met a hare; and the hare had come
out to look at his spring cabbages.
shows the touch of a poet and master storyteller,
who by subtle means makes the story essentially The hedgehog smiled and bade him a polite
"Good morning." But the hare, who felt him-
English. In the German version, the time is au-
self a particularly fine sleek gentleman in this
tumn, and the buckwheat is in bloom. For Walter
de la Mare, the time is spring, and cowslips and Sunday sunshine, merely sneered at his
broom mark the scene as English. With what greeting.
finesse he sharpens the wit and irony of the tale,
"And how is it," he said, "Z/OM happen to be
out so early?"
slipping in words that taste richly on the tongue!
"I am taking a walk, sir," said the hedge-
In the German version, the
Hedgehog speaks like
a peasant: "Hold your tongue, woman. Don't hog.
"A walk!" sniffed the hare. "I should have
begin to discuss things which are matters for
men. Be off, dress yourself and come with me."
thought you might use those bandy little legs
of yours to far better purpose."
In the conversation as de la Mare reports it, the
This angered the hedgehog, for as his legs
Hedgehog rather a country squire, and the
is
were crooked by nature, he couldn't bear to
picture of a comfortable nursery and a well-run
establishment is summoned to the mind's eye.
have bad made worse by any talk about them.
"Leave
"You seem to suppose, sir," he said, bris-
all and titivating," says the
this fussing
tling all over, "that you can do more with your
Hedgehog. "The children can dry themselves.
Come with me." legs than I can with mine."
What sport he makes of the moral! "When a "Well, perhaps," said the hare, airily.
"See here, then," said the hedgehog, his
man marries, he should take a wife who looks just
as he himself looks," reads the German text. De beady eyes fixed on the hare, "I say you can't.
Start fair, and I'd beat you nowt to ninepence.
la Mare renders the moral with
particularity:
"And lucky it was for the hedgehog he had the Ay, every time."
"A race, my dear Master Hedgehog!" said
good sense to marry a wife like himself and not a the hare, laying back his whiskers. "You must
weasel, or a wombat, or a whale." [From Walter
be beside yourself. It's childish. But still,
de la Mare, Told Again (Knopf, 1927).]
what willyou wager?"
"I'll lay a Golden Guinea to a Bottle of
Early one Sunday morning, when the cow- Brandy," said the hedgehog.
slips or were showing their first
paigles "Done!" said the hare. "Shake hands on it,
honey-sweet buds in the meadows and the and we'll start at once."
broom was in bloom, a hedgehog came to his "Ay, but not quite so fast," said the hedge-
door to look out at the weather. He stood
little hog. "I have had no breakfast yet. But if you
with arms akimbo, whistling a tune to will be here in half an hour's time, so will I."
himself a tune no better and no worse than The hare agreed, and at once took a little
the tunes hedgehogs usually whistle to them- frisky practice along the dewy green border of
selves on fine Sunday mornings. And as he the field, while the hedgehog went shuffling
whistled, the notion came into his head that, home.
before turning in and while his wife was "He thinks a mighty deal of himself,"
washing the children, he might take a little thought the hedgehog on his way. "But we
walk into the fields and see how his young shall see what we shall see." When he
nettles were getting on. For there was a tasty reached home he bustled in and looking sol-
beetle lived among the nettles; and no emnly at his wife said:
nettles no beetles. "My dear, I have need of you. In all haste.
Off he went, taking his own little private Leave everything and follow me at once into
path into the field. And as he came stepping the fields."
FOLKTALES 359
"Why, what's going on?" says she. that. You must keep straight; you must begin
"Why," said her husband, "I have bet the in one place, go steadily on, and end in an-
hare a Guinea to a Bottle of Brandy that I'll other."
beat him in a race, and you must come and "I could have told you that," said the hare
see it." angrily.
"Heavens! husband," Mrs. Hedgehog "Very well then," said the hedgehog. "You
cried, "are you daft? Are you gone crazy? shall keep to that furrow, and I'll keep to
You! Run a race with a hare!" this."
"Hold your tongue, woman," said the And the hare, being a good deal quicker on
hedgehog. "There are things simple brains his feet than he was in his wits, agreed.
cannot understand. Leave all this fussing and "One! Two! Three! and AWAY!" he
titivating. The children can dry themselves; shouted, and off he went like a little whirl-
and you come along at once with me." So they wind up the field. But the hedgehog, after
went together. scuttling along a few paces, turned back and
"Now," said the hedgehog, when they stayed quietly where he was.
reached the ploughed beyond the field
field When the hare came out of his furrow at
which was sprouting with young green the upper end of the field, the hedgehog's wife
wheat, "listen to me, my dear. This is where sat panting there as if she would never be
the race is going to be. The hare is over there able to recover her breath, and at sight of him
at the other end of the field. I am going to she sighed out, "Ahah! sir, so you've come at
arrange that he shall start in that deep fur- last?"
row, and I shall start in this. But as soon as I The hare was utterly shocked. His ears
have scrambled along a few inches and he trembled. His eyes bulged in his head.
can't see me, I shall turn back. And what you, "You've run it! You've run it!" he cried in
my dear, must do is this: When he comes out astonishment. For she being so exactly like
of his furrow there, you must be sitting puff- her husband, he never for a moment doubted
ing like a porpoise here. And when you see that her husband she actually was.
him, you will say, 'Ahah! so you've come at "Ay," said she, "but I was afraid you had
last?' Do you follow me, my dear?" At first gone lame."
Mrs. Hedgehog was a little nervous, but she "Lame!" said the hare, "lame! But there,
smiled at her husband's cunning, and gladly what's one furrow? 'Every time' was what
agreed to do what he said. you said. We'll try again."
The hedgehog then went back to where he Away once more he went, and he had never
had promised to meet the hare, and he said, run faster. Yet when he came out of his
"Here I see; and very much the
am, you furrow at the bottom of the field, there was
a good breakfast."
better, sir, for the hedgehog! And the hedgehog laughed,
"How shall we run," simpered the hare and said: "Ahah! So here you are again! At
scornfully, "down or over; sideways, long- last!" At this the hare could hardly speak for
ways; three legs or altogether? It's all one to rage.
me." "Not enough! not enough!" he said. "Three
"Well, to be honest with you," said the for luck! Again, again!"
hedgehog, "let me say this. I have now and "As often as you please, my dear friend,"
then matched you taking a gambol and dis- said the hedgehog. "It's the long run that
portin g yourself with your friends in the eve- really counts."
ning, and a pretty runner you are. But you Again, and again, and yet again the hare
never keep straight. You all go round and raced up and down the long furrow of the
round and round and round, scampering now field, and every time he reached the top, and
this w ay, now that and chasing one another's every time he reached the bottom, there was
scuts is if you were crazy. And as often as not the hedgehog, as he thought, with his mock-
you n.n uphill! But you can't run races like ing, "Ahah! So here you are again! At last!"
360 THE ORAL TRADITION
But at length the hare could run no more. But when Dick got London, how sad he
to
He lay panting and speechless; he was dead was covered with dirt in-
to find the streets
beat. Stretched out there, limp on the grass, stead of gold! And there he was in a strange
his fur bedraggled, his eyes dim, his legs place, without food, without friends, and
quaking, it looked as if he might fetch his last without money. Dick was soon so cold and
breath at any moment. hungry that he wished he were back sitting by
So Mrs. Hedgehog went off to the hare's a warm fire in
a country kitchen. He sat down
house to fetch the Bottle of Brandy; and, if it in a corner and cried himself to sleep.
had not been the best brandy, the hare might A kind gentleman saw him there and said,
never have run again. "Why don't you go to work, my lad?"
News of the contest spread far and wide. "That I would," said Dick, "if I could get
From that day to this, never has there been a anything to do."
race to compare with it. And lucky it was for "Come along with me," said the gentle-
the hedgehog he had the good sense to marry man, and he led Dick to a hayfield. There he
a wife like himself, and not a weasel, or a worked hard and lived merrily until the hay
wombat, or a whale! was made.
Now Dick was again forlorn. He wandered
back to town, fainting for want of food, and
laid himself down at the door of Mr. Fitzwar-
Dick Whittington and His Cat
ren, a rich merchant.
Versatile author-artist Marcia Brown is a storytell- Here the cook saw him, and being an ill-
er with both words and pictures. Here she retells natured hussy, she called out, "On your way
the famous folktale in vigorous prose well suited there, lazy rogue, or would you like a scalding
to the story hour. She has a rare talent for suiting to make you jump?"
the type of illustration to her subject matter. For Just then Mr. Fitzwarren came home to
Dick Whittington, her choice of the bold line of dinner. When he saw the dirty, ragged boy
the linoleum block matches perfectly the robust lying in his doorway, he said to him, "What
story and its period. The pictures, in dull gold and ails you, boy? You look old enough to work."
black, combine lively action with a fine sense of "Sir, I am a poor country lad," said Dick. "I
design. [Complete text from Dick Whittington, have neither father nor mother nor any friend
told and cut in linoleum by Marcia Brown (Scrib- in the world. I would be glad to work, but I've
ner, 1950).] had no food for three days." Dick then tried to
get up, but he was so weak he fell down
Long ago in England there lived a little boy again.
named Dick Whittington. Dick's father and "Take this lad into the house," Mr. Fitz-
mother died when he was very young, and as warren ordered his servants. "Give him meat
he was too small to work, he had a hard time and drink. When he is stronger he can help
of it. The people in the village were poor and the cook with her dirty work."
could spare him little more than the parings Now Dick would have lived happily with
of potatoes and now and then a crust of bread. this worthy family if he had not been bumped
He ran about the country as ragged as a colt, about by the cook.
until one day he met a wagoner on his way to "Look sharp there, clean the spit, empty
London. "Come along with me," said the the dripping pan, sweep the floor! Step lively
wagoner. So off they set together. or !" And down came the ladle on the boy's
Now Dick had heard of the great city of shoulders. For the cook was always roasting
London. It was said that the people who lived and basting, and when the spit was still, she
there were all fine gentlemen and ladies, that basted his head with a broom or anything else
there was singing and music all day long, and she could lay her hands on. When Mr. Fitz-
that the streets were paved with gold. As for warren's daughter, Alice, saw what was
the gold, "I'd be willing to get a bushel of going on, she warned the cook, "Treat that
that," said Dick to himself. boy more kindly or leave this house!"
FOLKTALES 361
Besides the crossness of the cook, Dick had brought something but poor Dick. Since he
another hardship. His bed was placed in a had neither money nor goods, he couldn't
garret where there were so many rats and think of sending anything.
mice running over his bed he could never get "I'll put some money down for him," of-
to sleep. fered Miss Alice, and she called Dick into the
But one day a gentleman gave Dick a parlor.
penny for brushing his shoes. The next day But the merchant said, "That will not do. It
Dick saw a girl in the street with a cat under must be something of his own."
her arm. He ran up to her. "How much do you "I have nothing but a cat," said Dick.
want for that cat?" he asked. "Fetch your cat, boy," said the merchant,
"Oh, this cat is a good mouser," said the "and let her go!"
girl. "She will bring a great deal of money." So Dick brought Puss and handed her over
"But I have only a penny in the world," said to the captain of the ship with tears in his
Dick, "and I need a cat badly." So the girl let eyes. "Now the rats and mice will keep me
him have it. awake all night again," he said. All the com-
Dick hid his cat in the garret because he pany laughed, but Miss Alice pitied Dick and
was afraid the cook would beat her too. He gave him some half -pence to buy another cat.
always saved part of his dinner for her, and While Puss was beating the billows at sea,
Miss Puss wasted no time in killing or fright- Dick was beaten at home by the cross cook.
ening away all the rats and mice. Now Dick She used him so cruelly and made such fun of
could sleep as sound as a top. him for sending his cat to sea that the poor
Not long after this, Mr. Fitzwarren had a boy decided to run away. He packed the few
ship ready to sail. He called all his servants things he had and set out early in the morning
into the parlor and asked them what they on All-Hallows Day. He walked as far as
chose to send to trade. All the servants Halloway and sat down on a stone to rest.
While he was sitting there wondering which your ship with ivory, gold dust and jewels in
way to go, the Bells of Bow began to ring. exchange for her."
Dong! Dong! Away flew the captain to the ship, while
They seemed to say to him: another dinner was got ready. With Puss
under his arm, he returned to the palace just
"Turn again, Whittington,
in time to see the rats about to devour the
Lord Mayor of London."
second dinner. At first sight of the rats and
"Lord Mayor of London!" said Dick to him- mice the cat sprang from the captain's arms.
self."What wouldn't I give to be Lord Mayor Soon she had laid most of them dead at her
of London and ride in such a fine coach I'll go !
feet, while the rest fled to their holes.
back and I'll take the cuffings of the cook, if The king rejoiced to see his old enemies
I'm to be Lord Mayor of London." So home he destroyed. The queen asked to see Miss Puss.
went. Luckily, he got into the house and When the captain presented the cat, the
about his business before the old cook came queen was a little afraid to touch a creature
downstairs. that had made such havoc among the rats
Meanwhile the ship with the cat on board and mice. Finally she stroked her and said,
was long beating about at sea. The winds "Puttey, puttey, puttey," for she had not
finally drove it on the coast of Barbary. Here learned English. The captain put the cat on
lived the Moors, a people unknown to the the queen's lap, where she purred and played
English. They came in great numbers on with her majesty's hand and then sang her-
board to see the sailors and the goods which self to sleep.
the captain wanted to trade. When the king learned that Miss Puss and
The captain sent some of his choicest goods her kittens would keep the whole country free
to the king of the country. The king was so from rats and mice, he bargained for the
well pleased that he invited the captain and whole ship's cargo. He gave ten times as
his officer to come to his palace, about a mile much for Miss Puss as for all the rest.
from the sea. When the ship was loaded, the captain and
Here they were placed on rich carpets, his officer took leave of their majesties. A
flowered with gold and silver. The king and breeze springing up, they hurried on board
queen sat at the upper end of the room, and and set sail for England.
dinner was brought in. No sooner had the The sun was scarcely up one morning
servants set down the dishes than an amaz- when Mr. Fitzwarren stole from his bed to
ing number of rats and mice rushed in. They count over the cash. He had just sat down at
helped themselves from every dish, scatter- his desk in the counting house when some-
ing pieces of meat and gravy all about. body came tap, tap-tap at the door.
The captain in surprise turned to the nobles "Who's there?"
and asked, "Are not these vermin offensive?" "A friend. I bring you news of the good ship
yes," said they, "very offensive! The
"Oh Unicorn!"
King would give half of his treasure to be rid The merchant bustled up in such a hurry
of them. They not only ruin his dinner, but that he forgot his gout. He opened the door.
also attack him in his chamber, even in his There stood the captain and his officer with
bed! He has to be watched while he is sleep- a cabinet of jewels and a bill of lading. The
ing for fear of them!" merchant lifted up his eyes and thanked
The captain jumped for joy. He remem- Heaven for such a prosperous voyage. They
bered Whittington and his cat and told the told him about the cat and showed him the
king he had a creature on board the ship that caskets of diamonds and rubies they had
would soon destroy the mice. The king's heart brought for Dick.
heaved so high at this good news that his At that the merchant cried out:
turban dropped off his head. "Bring this crea-
ture to me!" he cried. "Vermin are dreadful in "Go call him and tell him of his fame,
a court! If she will do what you say, I will load And call him Mr. Whittington by name."
FOLKTALES 363
Dick was scouring pots in the kitchen and of clothes, he turned out a genteel young
did not want to come
into the clean parlor. fellow.
"The floor is polished, and my shoes are dirty In a little time he dropped his sheepish
and full of nails." But the merchant made behavior and soon became a sprightly com-
him come and sit down.
in panion. Miss Alice, who formerly looked on
He took Dick by the hand and said, "Mr. him with pity, now saw him in quite another
Whittington, I sent for you to congratulate light.
you upon your good fortune. The captain has When Mr. Fitzwarren noticed how fond
sold your cat to the king of Barbary. She has they were of each other, he proposed a match
brought you more riches than I am worth in between them. Both parties cheerfully con-
the world. May you long enjoy them!" sented.
When they showed him the caskets of jew- The Lord Mayor in his coach, Court of
els, Dick laid the whole at his master's feet, Aldermen, Sheriffs, company of stationers,
but Mr. Fitzwarren refused it. He offered and a number of eminent merchants attend-
them to his mistress and his good friend Miss ed the wedding ceremony. And afterwards all
Alice, but they too refused the smallest part. were treated to an elegant entertainment.
Dick then rewarded the captain and ship's Whittington and his bride were called the
crew for the care they had taken of Puss, and happiest couple in England. He was chosen
distributed presents to all the servants, even Sheriff and was three different times elected
to his old enemy, the cook. Lord Mayor of London. In the last year of
Mr. Fitzwarren advised Mr. Whittington to his mayoralty Whittington entertained King
send for tradesmen to dress him like a gentle- Henry the Fifth and his Queen.
man, .and offered him his house until he could "Never had Prince such a subject," said
provide himself with a better. Now when Henry, and Whittington replied, "Never had
Dick's face was washed, his hair curled, his subject such a King!"
hat cocked, and he was dressed in a rich suit
Ireland
King O'Toole and His Goose particular; and from the rising o' the sun, up
he got and away he went over the mountains
Irish fairy tales are in two main classes: the after the deer; and fine times they were.
humorous, such as this, with a certain earthiness; Well, it was all mighty good, as long as the
and the beautiful, with great delicacy and charm, king had his health; but, you see, in the
such as The Land of the Heart's Desire by William course of time the king grew old, by raison he
Butler Yeats. [From Joseph Jacobs, Celtic Fairy was stiff in his limbs, and when he got strick-
Tales (Putnam, 1893).] en in years, his heart failed him, and he was
lost entirely for want o' diversion, because he
Och, [
thought the world, far and near,
all couldn't go a-hunting no longer; and, by dad,
had hc;erd of King O'Toole well, weU but the the poor king was obliged at last to get a goose
darkn;ss of mankind is untollable! Well, sir, to divert him. Oh, you may laugh if you like,
you rr ust know, as you didn't hear it afore, but it's truth I'm telling; and the way the
that tiere was a king, called King O'Toole, goose diverted him was this-a-way: You see,
who MB.S a fine old king in the old ancient the goose used to swim across the lake and go
times long ago; and it was he that owned the diving for trout and catch fish on a Friday for
churc les in the early days. The king, you see, the king, and flew every other day round
was t ic right sort; he was the real boy and about the lake, diverting the poor king. All
loved >port as he loved his life, and hunting in went on mighty well until, by dad, the goose
364 THE ORAL TRADITION
got stricken in years like her master and "Oh, by dad," says Saint Kavin, "you must
couldn't divert him no longer; and then it was say more nor that my horn's not so soft all
that the poor king was lost entirely. The king out," says he, "as to repair your old goose for
was walkin' one mornin' by the edge of the nothing; what'll you gi' me if I do the job for
lake, lamentin' his cruel fate, and thinking of you? that's the chat," says Saint Kavin.
drowning himself, that could get no diversion "I'll give you whatever you ask," says the
in life, when all of a sudden, turning round king; "isn't that fair?"
the corner, whom should he meet but a "Divil a fairer," says the saint, "that's the
mighty decent young man coming up to him. way to do business. Now," says he, "this is
"God save you," says the king to the young the bargain I'll make with you, King O'Toole:
man. will you gi' me all the ground the goose flies
"God save you kindly, King O'Toole," says over, the first offer, after I make her as good
the young man. as new?"
"True for you," says the king. "I am King "I will," says the king.
O'Toole," says he, "prince and plenny-penny- "You won't go back on your word?" says
tinchery of these parts," says he; "but how Saint Kavin.
came ye to know that?" says he. "Honor bright!" says King O'Toole, holding
"Oh, never mind," says Saint Kavin. out his fist.
You see it was Saint Kavin, sure enough "Honor bright!" says Saint Kavin, back
the saint himself in disguise and nobody else. again, "it's a bargain. Come here!" says he to
"Oh, never mind," says he, "I know more the poor old goose "come here, you unfortu-
than that. May I make bold to ask how is your nate ould cripple, and it's I that'll make you
goose, King O'Toole?" says he. the sporting bird." With that, my dear, he took
"Blur-an-agers, how came ye to know up the goose by the two wings "Criss o' my
about my goose?" says the king. cross an you," says he markin her to grace
"Oh, no matter; I was given to understand with the blessed sign at the same minute
it," says Saint Kavin. and throwing her up in the air, "whew," says
After some more talk the king says, "What he, jist givin' her a blast to help her; and with
are you?" that, my jewel, she took to her heels, flyin'
"I'm an honest man," says Saint Kavin. like one o' the eagles themselves, and cutting
"Well, honest man," says the king, "and as many capers as a swallow before a shower
how is it you make your money so aisy?" of rain.
"By makin' old things as good as new," Well, my dear, it was a beautiful sight to
says Saint Kavin. see the king standing with his mouth open,
it a tinker you are?" says the king.
"Is looking at his poor old goose flying as light as
"No," says the saint; "I'm no tinker by a lark, and better than ever she was; and
trade, King O'Toole; I've a better trade than a when she lit at his feet, patted her on the
tinker," says he "What would you say," head, and "Ma vourneen," says he, "but you
says he, "if I made your old goose as good as are the darlint o' the world."
new?" "And what do you say to me," says Saint
My dear, at the word of making his goose as Kavin, "for making her the like?"
good as new, you'd think the poor old king's "By Jabers," says the king, "I say nothing
eyes were ready to jump out of his head. With beats the art o' man, barring the bees."
that the king whistled, and down came the "And do you say no more nor what?" says
poor goose, just like a hound, waddling up to Saint Kavin.
the poor cripple, her master, and as like him "And that I'm beholden to you," says the
as two peas. The minute the saint clapt his king.
eyes on the goose, "I'll do the job for you," "But will you gi'e me all the ground the
says he, "King O'Toole." goose flew over?" says Saint Kavin.
"By Jaminee!" says King O'Toole, "if you "I will," says King O'Toole, "and you're
do, I'll say you're the cleverest fellow in the welcome to it," says he, "though it's the last
seven parishes." acre I have to give."
FOLKTALES 365
"But you'll keep your word true," says the but he does not trade on that fact. Its magic
saint. comes from an animal, as in The Little Hump-
"As true as the sun," says the king. backed Horse; and lastly, it has the Cinderella
"It's well for you, King O'Toole, that you episode of a shoe left behind. The plot, there-
said that word," says he; "for if you didn't say fore, is unusually complex for a folktale. [From
that word, the divil the bit o' your goose would Seumas MacManus, In Chimney Corners
ever agin."
fly (Doubleday, 1899).]
When the king was as good as his word,
Saint Kavin was pleased with him; and then Once on a time when pigs was swine, there
it was that he made himself known to the was a King and a Queen, and they had one
king. "And," says he, "King O'Toole, you're a son, Billy, and the Queen gave Billy a bull
decent man, for I only came here to try you. that he was very fond of, and it was just as
You don't know me," says he, "because I'm fond of him. After some time the Queen died,
disguised." and she put it as her last request on the King
"Musha! then," says the king, "who are that he would never part Billy and the bull;
you?" and the King promised that, come what
"I'm Saint Kavin," said the saint, blessing might, come what may, he would not. After
himself. the Queen died the King married again, and
"Oh, queen of heaven!" says the king, the new Queen didn't take to Billy Beg, and
making the sign of the cross between his eyes no more did she like the bull, seeing himself
and falling down on his knees before the and Billy so thick. But she couldn't get the
saint; "is the great Saint Kavin," says he,
it King on no account to part Billy and the bull;
"that I've been discoursing
all this time with- so she consulted with a hen-wife what they
out knowing it," says he, "all as one as if he could do as regards separating Billy and the
was a lump of a gossoon? and so you're a bull. "What will you give me," says the hen-
saint?" says the king. wife, "and I'll very soon part them?" "What-
"Iam," says Saint Kavin. ever you ask," says the Queen. "Well and
"By Jabers, I thought I was only talking to good then," says the hen-wife, "you are to
a dacent boy," says the king. take to your bed, making pretend that you are
"Well, you know the difference now," says bad with a complaint, and I'll do the rest of
the saint. "I'm Saint Kavin," says he, "the it." And, well and good, to her bed she took,
greatest of all the saints." and none of the doctors could do anything for
And so the king had his goose as good as her, or make out what was her complaint. So
new to divert him as long as he lived; and the the Queen asked for the hen-wife to be sent
saint supported him after he came into his for. And sent for she was, and when she came
property, as I told you, until the day of his in and examined the Queen, she said there
death and that was soon after; for the poor was one thing, and only one, could cure her.
goose thought he was catching a trout one The King asked what was that, and the hen-
Friday; but, my jewel, it was a mistake he wife said it was three mouthfuls of the blood
made and instead of a trout, it was a thiev- of Billy Beg's bull. But the King wouldn't on
ing hcrse-eel; and instead of the goose killing no account hear of this, and the next day the
a trout for the king's supper by dad, the eel Queen was worse, and the third day she was
killed the king's goose and small blame to worse still, and told the King she was dying,
him; but he didn't ate her, because he darn't and he'd have her death on his head. So,
ate what Saint Kavin had laid his blessed sooner nor this, the King had to consent to
hands on. Billy Beg's bull being killed. When Billy heard
this he got very down in the heart entirely,
and he went doitherin' about, and the bull
Billy Iteg and the Bull
saw him and asked him what was wrong with
This tele defies precise classification; it has the him that he was so mournful; so Billy told the
cruel tepmother at the beginning; it has an bull what was wrong with him, and the bull
unkno vn boy successful. True, he is a king's son, told him to never mind but keep up his heart,
366 THE ORAL TRADITION
the Queen would never taste a drop of his put your hand into my right ear and you'll find
blood. The next day then the bull was to be a bit of a stick; if you wind it over your head
killed, and the Queen got up and went out to three times, it will be turned into a sword and
have the delight of seeing his death. When give you the strength of a thousand men
the bull was led up to be killed, says he to besides your own, and when you have no
Billy, "Jump up on my back till we see what more need of it as a sword, it will change back
kind of a horseman you are." Up Billy jumped into a stick again." Billy did all this. Then
on his back, and with that the bull leapt nine says the bull, "At twelve o'clock the morrow
mile high, nine mile deep and nine mile I'll have to meet and fight a great bull." Billy
broad, and came down with Billy sticking then got up again on the bull's back, and the
between his horns. Hundreds were looking on bull started off and away where you wouldn't
dazed at the sight, and through them the bull know day by night, or night by day, over high
rushed, and over the top of the Queen killing hills, low hills, sheep-walks and bullock-
her dead, and away he galloped where you traces, the Cove of Cork, and old Tom Fox
wouldn't know day by night, or night by day, with his bugle horn. There he met the other
over high hills, low hills, sheep-walks, and bull, and both of them fought, and the like of
bullock-traces, the Cove of Cork, and old Tom their fight was never seen before or since.
Fox with his bugle horn. When at last they They knocked the soft ground into hard, and
stopped, "Now then," says the bull to Billy, the hard into soft, the soft into spring wells,
"you and I must undergo great scenery, Billy. the spring wells into rocks, and the rocks into
Put your hand," says the bull, "in my left ear, high hills. They fought long, and Billy Beg's
and you'll get a napkin, that, when you spread bull killed the other and drank his blood. Then
it out, will be covered with eating and drink- Billy took the napkin out of his ear again and
ing of all sorts, fit for the King himself." Billy spread it out and ate a hearty good dinner.
did this, and then he spread the napkin, and Then says the bull to Billy, says he, "At
ate and drank to his heart's content, and he twelve o'clock tomorrow, I'm to meet the
rolled up the napkin and put it back in the bull's brother that I killed the day, and we'll
bull's ear again. "Then," says the bull, "now have a hard fight." Billy got on the bull's back
FOLKTALES 367
again, and the bull started off and away cut a strip of the hide off the bull's back, and
where you wouldn't know day by night, or another off the belly, and made a belt for
night by day, over high hills, low hills, sheep- himself, and taking it and the bit of stick, and
walks, and bullock-traces, the Cove of Cork, the napkin, he set out to push his fortune; and
and old Tom Fox with his bugle horn. There he traveled for three days and three nights till
he met the bull's brother that he killed the day at last he came to a great gentleman's place.
before, and they set to, and they fought, and Billy asked the gentleman if he could give
the like of the fight was never seen before or him employment, and the gentleman said he
since. They knocked the soft ground into wanted just such a boy as him for herding
hard, the hard into soft, the soft into spring cattle. Billy askedwhat cattle would he have
wells, the spring wells into rocks, and the to herd and what wages would he get. The
rocks into high hills. They fought long, and at gentleman said he had three goats, three
last Billy's bull killed the other and drank his cows, three horses, and three asses that he fed
blood. And then Billy took out the napkin out in an orchard; but that no boy who went with
of the bull's ear again and spread it out and them ever came back alive, for there were
ate another hearty dinner. Then says the bull three giants, brothers, that came to milk the
to Billy, says he "The morrow at twelve cows and the goats every day, and killed the
o'clock I'm to fight the brother to the two bulls boy that was herding; so if Billy liked to try,
I killed he's a mighty great bull entirely, the they wouldn't fix the wages till they'd see if he
strongest of them all; he's called the Black would come back alive. "Agreed, then," said
Bull of the Forest, and he'll be too able for me. Billy. So the next morning he got up and
When I'm dead," says the bull, "you, Billy, drove out the three goats, the three cows, the
will take with you the napkin, and you'll three horses, and the three asses to the or-
never be hungry; and the stick, and you'll be chard and commenced to feed them. About
able to overcome everything that comes in the middle of the day Billy heard three terri-
your way; and take out your knife and cut a ble roars that shook the apples off the bushes,
strip of the hide off my back and another strip shook the horns on the cows, and made the
off my belly and make a belt of them, and as hair stand up on Billy's head; and in comes a
long as you wear them you cannot be killed." frightful big giant with three heads, and
Billy was very
sorry to hear this, but he got up begun to threaten Billy. "You're too big," says
on the back again, and they started off
bull's the giant, "for one bite and two small for two.
and away where you wouldn't know day by What will I do with you?" "I'll fight you," says
night or night by day, over high hills, low Billy, says he, stepping out to him and swing-
hills, sheep-walks and bullock-traces, the ing the bit of stick three times over his head,
Cove of Cork and old Tom Fox with his bugle when it changed into a sword and gave him
horn. And sure enough at twelve o'clock the the strength of a thousand men besides his
next c ay they met the great Black Bull of the own. The giant laughed at the size of him,
Forest and both of the bulls to it, and com-
,
and says he, "Well, how will I kill you? Will it
menced to fight, and the like of the fight was be by a swing by the back, a cut of the sword,
never seen before or since; they knocked the or a square round of boxing?" "With a swing
soft ground into hard ground, and the hard by the back," says Billy, "if you can." So
ground into soft, and the soft into spring they both laid holds, and Billy lifted the
wells, and the spring wells into rocks, and the giant clean off the ground, and fetching him
rocks into high hills. And they fought long. down again sunk him in the earth up to his
But at length the Black Bull of the Forest armpits. "Oh, have mercy," says the giant.
killed Billy Beg's bull and drank his blood. But Billy, taking his sword, killed the giant,
Billy Beg was
so vexed at this that for two and cut out his tongues. It was evening by
days le sat over the bull neither eating or this time, so Billy drove home the three
drinking, but crying salt tears all the time. goats, three cows, three horses, and three
Then le got up, and he spread out the napkin, asses, and all the vessels in the house wasn't
and i te a hearty dinner, for he was very able to hold all the milk the cows give that
hungi / with his long fast; and after that he night.
368 THE ORAL TRADITION
"Well," says the gentleman. "This beats wages now," says Billy. "Well, never mind
me, for I never saw anyone coming back alive about your wages," says the gentleman, "till
out of there before, nor the cows with a drop the morrow, for I think you'll hardly come
of milk. Did you see anything in the orchard?" back alive again," says he. Well and good,
says he. "Nothing worse nor myself," says Billy went to his bed, and the gentleman rose
Billy. "What about my wages, now," says in the morning; says he to Billy, "I don't know
Billy. "Well," says the gentleman, "you'll what's wrong with two of the giants; I only
hardly come alive out of the orchard the heard one crying last night." "I don't know,"
morrow. So we'll wait till after that." Next says Billy, "they must be sick or something."
morning his master told Billy that something Well, when Billy got his breakfast that day
must have happened to one of the giants, for again, he set out to the orchard, driving be-
he used to hear the cries of three every night, fore him the three goats, three cows, three
but last night he only heard two crying. "I horses, and three asses; and sure enough
don't know," says Billy, "anything about about the middle of the day he hears three
them." That morning after he got his break- terrible roars again, and in comes another
fast Billy drove the three goats, three cows, giant, this one with twelve heads on him; and
three horses, and three asses into the orchard if the other two were frightful, surely this one
again, and began to feed them. About twelve was ten times more so. "You villain, you,"
o'clock he heard three terrible roars that says he to Billy, "you killed my two brothers,
shook the apples off the bushes, the horns on and I'll have my revenge on you now. Prepare
the cows, and made the hair stand up on you," says he; "you're too big for one
till I kill
Billy's head, and in comes a frightful big bite and too small for two; what will I do with
giant, with six heads, and he told Billy he had you?" "I'll fight you," says Billy, shaping out
killed his brother yesterday, but he would and winding the bit of stick three times over
make him pay for it the day. "Ye're too big," his head. The giant laughed heartily at the
says he, "for one bite and too small for two, size of him, and says he, "What way do you
and what will I do with you?" "I'll fight you," prefer being killed? Is it with a swing by the
says Billy, swinging his stick three times over back, a cut of the sword, or a square round of
his head, and turning it into a sword, and boxing?" "A swing of the back," says Billy. So
giving him the strength of a thousand men both of them again laid holds, and my brave
besides his own. The giant laughed at him, Billy lifts the giant clean off the ground, and
and says he, "How will I kill you with a fetching him down again, sunk him down to
swing by the back, a cut of the sword, or a his arm-pits in it. "Oh, have mercy; spare my
square round of boxing?" "With a swing by life," says the giant. But Billy took his sword,
the back," says Billy, "if you can." So the both and, killing him, cut out his tongues. That
of them laid holds, and Billy lifted the giant evening he drove home his three goats, three
clean off the ground and fetching him down cows, three horses, and three asses, and the
again, sunk him in it up to the arm-pits. "Oh, milk of the cows had to be turned into a valley
spare my life!" says the giant. But Billy, where it made a lough three miles long, three
taking up his sword, killed him and cut out miles broad, and three miles deep, and that
his tongues. It was evening by
this time, and lough has been filled with salmon and white
Billy drove homehis three goats, three cows, trout ever since. The gentleman wondered
three horses, and three asses; and what milk now more than ever to see Billy back the third
the cows gave that night overflowed all the day alive. "Did you see nothing in the orchard
vessels in the house, and, running out, turned the day, Billy?" says he. "No, nothing worse
a rusty mill that hadn't been turned before for nor myself," says Billy. "Well, that beats me,"
thirty years. If the master was surprised see- says the gentleman. "What about my wages
ing Billy coming back the night before, he now?" says Billy. "Well, you're a good mind-
was ten times more surprised now. I couldn't easy do without," says
ful boy, that
"Did you see anything in the orchard the the gentleman, "and I'll give you any wages
day?" says the gentleman. "Nothing worse you ask for the future." The next morning
nor myself," says Billy. "What about my says the gentleman to Billy, "I heard none of
FOLKTALES 369
the giants crying last night, however it who the stranger was. Billy jumped on his
comes. I don't know what has happened to horse and darted away sooner than let them
them." "I don't know," says Billy, "they must know; but just as he was getting away the
be sick or something." "Now, Billy," says the king's daughter pulled the shoe off his foot.
gentleman, "you must look after the cattle When the dragon was killed the warrior that
the day again, while I go to see the fight." had hid in the well of water came out; and
"What fight?" says Billy. "Why," says the cutting the heads off the dragon, he brought
gentleman, "it's the king's daughter is going them to the king, and said that it was he who
to be devoured by a fiery dragon, if the great- killed the dragon, in disguise; and he claimed
est fighter in the land, that they have been the king's daughter. But she tried the shoe on
feeding specially for the last three months, him and found it didn't fit him; so she said it
isn't able to kill the dragon first. And if he's wasn't him and that she would marry no one
able to kill the dragon, the king is to give him only the man the shoe fitted. When Billy got
the daughter in marriage." "That will be home he changed his clothes again, and had
fine," says Billy. Billy drove out his three the horse in the stable, and the cattle all in
goats, three cows, three horses, and three before his master came. When the master
asses to the orchard that day again; and the came, he began telling Billy about the won-
like of all that
passed that day to see the fight derful day they had entirely, and about the
with the man and the fiery dragon, Billy never warrior hiding in the well of water, and about
witnessed before. They went in coaches and the grand stranger that came down out of the
carriages, on horses and jackasses, riding sky in a cloud on a black horse, and killed the
and walking, crawling and creeping. "My fiery dragon, and then vanished in a cloud
tight little fellow," says a man that was pass- again, "and now," says he, "Billy, wasn't that
ing to Billy, "why don't you come to see the wonderful?" "It was, indeed," says Billy,
great fight?" "What would take the likes of "very wonderful entirely." After that it was
me there?" says Billy. But when Billy found given out over the country that all the people
them all gone, he saddled and bridled the best were to come to the king's castle on a certain
black horse his master had and put on the day, till the king's daughter would try the
best suit of clothes he could get in his mas- shoe on them, and whoever it fitted she was to
ter's house and rode off to the fight after the marry them. When the day arrived Billy was
rest. When Billy went there, he saw the king's in the orchard with the three goats, three
daughter with the whole court about her on a cows, three horses, and three asses, as usual;
platform before the castle, and he thought he and the like of all the crowds that passed that
never saw anything half as beautiful; and the day going to the king's castle to get the shoe
great warrior that was to fight the dragon was tried on, he never saw before. They went in
walking up and down on the lawn before her, coaches and carriages, on horses and jack-
with i:hree men carrying his sword, and asses, riding and walking, and crawling and
everyone in the whole country gathered there creeping. They all asked Billy was not he
looking at him. But when the fiery dragon going to the king's castle, but Billy said,
came up with twelve heads on him, and every "Arrah, what would be bringin' the likes of
mouth of him spitting fire, and let twelve me there?" At last when all the others had
roars out of him, the warrior ran away and gone, there passed an old man with a very
hid himself up to the neck in a well of water; scarecrow suit of rags on him, and Billy
and al they could do they couldn't get him to stopped him and asked him what boot would
come ind face the dragon. Then the king's he take and swap clothes with him. "Just take
daugh :er asked if there was no one there to care of yourself now," says the old man, "and
,
save her from the dragon and get her in don't be playing off your jokes on my clothes,
marri; ge. But not one stirred. When Billy saw or maybe I'd make you feel the weight of this
this, h e tied the belt of the bull's hide round stick." But Billy soon let him see it was in
him, s vung his stick over his head and went earnest he was, and both of them swapped
in, ant after a terrible fight entirely, killed the suits, Billy giving the old man boot. Then off
dragor .
Everyone then gathered about to find to the castle Billy started, with the suit of rags
370 THE ORAL TRADITION
on his back and an old stick in his hand; and looked in at the door, and things got so sore
when he come there, he found all in great against the poor widow that for want of
commotion trying on the shoe, and some of money and for want of necessities she had to
them cutting down then: foot, trying to get it make up her mind to sell one of the cows.
to fit. But it was all of no use, the shoe could "Jack," she said one night, "go over in the
be got to fit none of them at all, and the king's morning to the fair to sell the branny cow."
daughter was going to give up in despair Well and good: in the morning my brave
when the wee ragged looking boy, which was Jack was up early, and took a stick in his fist
Billy, elbowed his way through them, and and turned out the cow, and off to the fair he
says he, "Let me try it on; maybe it would fit went with her; and when Jack came into the
me." But the people when they saw him, all fair, he saw a great crowd gathered in a ring
began to laugh at the sight of him, and "Go in the street. He went into the crowd to see
along out of that, you example you," says what they were looking at, and there in the
they, shoving and pushing him back. But the middle of them he saw a man with a wee, wee
king's daughter saw him, and called on them harp, a mouse, and bum-clock [cockroach],
by all manner of means to let him come up and a bee to play the harp. And when the man
and try on the shoe. So Billy went up, and all put them down on the ground and whistled,
the people looked on, breaking their hearts the bee began to play and the mouse and the
laughing at the conceit of it. But what would bum-clock to dance; and there wasn't a man
you have of it, but to the dumfounding of or woman, or a thing in the fair, that didn't
them all, the shoe fitted Billy as nice as if it begin to dance also; and the pots and pans,
was made on his foot for a last. So the king's and the wheels and reels jumped and jigged,
daughter claimed Billy as her husband. He all over the town, and Jack himself and the
then confessed that it was he that killed the branny cow were as bad as the next.
fiery dragon; and when the king had him There was never a town in such a state
dressed up in a silk and satin suit, with plenty before or since; and after a while the man
of gold and silver ornaments, everyone gave picked up the bee, the harp, and the mouse,
in that his like they never saw afore. He was and the bum-clock and put them into his
then married to the king's daughter, and the pocket; and the men and women, Jack and
wedding lasted nine days, nine hours, nine the cow, the pots and pans, wheels and reels,
minutes, nine half minutes and nine quarter that had hopped and jigged, now stopped, and
minutes, and they lived happy and well from every one began to laugh as if to break its
that day to this. heart. Then the man turned to Jack. "Jack,"
says he, "how would you like to be master of
all these animals?"
The Bee, the Harp, the Mouse, "Why," says Jack, "I should like it fine."
"Well, then," says the man, "how will you
and the Bum-Clock and me make a bargain about them?"
This drollis a more detailed version of the Jack "I have no money," says Jack.
and the Beanstalk theme. The Irish flair for em- "But you have a fine cow," says the man. "I
bellishment of style and incident is apparent. The will give you the bee and the harp for it."
motif of the mirthless princess is included, a "O, but," Jack says, says he, "my poor
frequent theme of the folktale. [From Seumas mother at home is very sad and sorrowful
MacManus, Donegal Fairy Stories (Lippincott, entirely, and I have this cow to sell and lift
Illustration by Artur Marokvia. Illustration Copyright 1961 by Artur Marokvia from Favorite Fairy Tales Told in
Ireland by Virginia Haviland, permission of Little, Brown and Co.
He made the bargain. The man took the foolish fellow, that there was neither food nor
cow; and Jack started home with the bee and money in the house, and now he had lost one
the harp in his pocket, and when he came of her good cows also. "We must do some-
home, his mother welcomed him back. thing to live," says she. "Over to the fair you
"And Jack," says she, "I see you have sold must go tomorrow morning, and take the
the cow." black cow with you and sell her."
"Ihave done that," says Jack. And off in the morning at an early hour
"Did you do well?" says the mother. brave Jack started and never halted until he
"I did well and very well," says Jack. was in the fair. When he came into the fair,
"How much did you get for her?" says the he saw a big crowd gathered in a ring in the
mother. street. Said Jack to himself, "I wonder what
"O," says he, "it was not for money at all I are they looking at."
sold her, but for something far better." Into the crowd he pushed, and saw the wee
"O, Jack! Jack!" says she, "what have you man this day again with a mouse and a
done?" bum-clock, and he put them down in the
"Just wait until you see, mother," says he, street and whistled. The mouse and the bum-
"and you will soon say I have done well." clock stood up on their hind legs and got hold
Out of his pocket he takes the bee and the of each other and began to dance there
harp and sets them in the middle of the floor, and jig; and as they did there was not a
and whistles to them, and as soon as he did man or woman in the street who didn't be-
this tr e bee began to play the harp, and the gin to jig also, and Jack and the black cow,
mother she looked at them and let a big, great and the wheels and the reels, and the pots
laugh out of her, and she and Jack began to and pans, all of them were jigging and danc-
dance the pots and pans, the wheels and ing all over the town, and the houses them-
reels began to jig and dance over the floor, selveswere jumping and hopping about, and
and the house itself hopped about also. such a place Jack or any one else never saw
Wh( n Jack picked up the bee and the harp before.
again, the dancing all stopped, and the moth- When the man lifted the mouse and the
er lau 'hed for a long time. But when she bum-clock into his pocket, they all stopped
came o herself, she got very angry entirely dancing and settled down, and everybody
with J ack, and she told him he was a silly, laughed right hearty. The man turned to
372 THE ORAL TRADITION
Jack. "Jack," said he, "I am glad to see you; down-hearted and very angry entirely with
how would you have these animals?"
like to Jack. "And O, Jack," she says, "you are a
"I should like well to have them." says stupid, good-for-nothing fellow." We have
Jack, says he, "only I cannot." neither money nor meat in the house, and
"Why cannot you?" says the man. here you have lost two of my good cows, and I
"O," says Jack, says he, "I have no money, have only one left now. Tomorrow morning,"
and my poor mother is very down-hearted. she says, "you must be up early and take this
She sent me to the fair to sell this cow and cow to the fair and sell her. See to get some-
bring some money to lift her heart." thing to lift my heart up."
"O," says the man, says he, "if you want to "I willdo that," says Jack, says he. So he
liftyour mother's heart, I will sell you the went to his bed, and early in the morning he
mouse; and when you set the bee to play the was up and turned out the spotty cow and
harp and the mouse to dance to it, your moth- went to the fair.
er will laugh if she never laughed in her life When Jack got to the fair, he saw a crowd
before." gathered in a ring in the street. "I wonder
"But I have no money," says Jack, says he, what they are looking at, anyhow," says he.
"to buy your mouse." He pushed through the crowd, and there he
"I don't mind," says the man, says he, "I saw the same wee man he had seen before,
will take your cow for it." with a bum-clock; and when he put the bum-
Poor Jack was so taken with the mouse and clock on the ground, he whistled, and the
had his mind so set on it, that he thought it bum-clock began to dance, and the men,
was a grand bargain entirely, and he gave the women, and children in the street, and Jack
man his cow and took the mouse and started and the spotty cow began to dance and jig
off for home; and when he got home his also, and everything on the street and about
mother welcomed him. it, the wheels and reels, the pots and pans,
"Jack," says she, "I see you have sold the began to jig, and the houses themselves
cow." began to dance likewise. And when the man
"I did that," says Jack. lifted the bum-clock and put it in his pocket,
"Did you sell her well?" says she. everybody stopped jigging and dancing and
"Very well indeed," says Jack, says he. every one laughed loud. The wee man turned
"How much did you get for her?" and saw Jack.
"I didn't get money," says he, "but I got "Jack, my brave boy," says he, "you will
value." never be right fixed until you have this bum-
"O, Jack! Jack!" says she, "what do you clock, for it is a very fancy thing to have."
mean?" "O, but," says Jack, says he, "I have no
soon show you that, mother," says
"I will money."
he, taking the mouse out of his pocket and the "No matter for that," says the man: "you
harp and the bee, setting all on the floor; and have a cow, and that is as good as money to
when he began to whistle the bee began to me."
play, and the mouse got up on its hind legs "Well," says Jack, "I have a poor mother
and began to dance and jig, and the mother who is very downhearted at home, and she
gave such a hearty laugh as she never sent me to the fair to sell this cow and raise
laughed in her life before. To dancing and some money and lift her heart."
jigging herself and Jack fell, and the pots and "O, but Jack," says the wee man, "this
pans and the wheels and reels began to dance bum-clock is the very thing to lift her heart,
and jig over the floor, and the house jigged for when you put down your harp and bee and
also. And when they were tired of this, Jack mouse on the floor and put the bum-clock
lifted the harp and the mouse and the bee and along with them, she will laugh if she never
put them in his pocket, and his mother she laughed in her life before."
laughed for a long time. "Well, that is surely true," says Jack, says
But when she got over that, she got very he,"and I think I will make a swap with you."
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So Jack gave the cow to the man and took together the bee, the harp, the mouse, and the
the bum-clock himself and started for home. bum-clock, and putting them into his pocket;
His mother was glad to see Jack back and he bade his mother good-by and told her it
says she, "Jack, I see that you have sold the wouldn't be long till she got good news from
cow." him and offhe hurries.
"I did that,mother," says Jack. When he reached the castle, there was a
"Did you sell her well, Jack?" says the ring of spikes all round the castle and men's
mother. heads on nearly every spike there.
"Very well indeed, mother," says Jack. "What heads are these?" Jack asked one of
"How much did you get for her?" says the the King's soldiers.
mother. "Any man that comes here trying to win
"I didn't take any money for her, mother, the King's daughter and fails to make her
but value," says Jack and he takes out of his laugh three times, loses his head and has it
pocket the bum-clock and the mouse, and set stuck on a spike. These are the heads of the
them on the floor and began to whistle, and men that failed," says he.
the bee began to play the harp and the mouse "A mighty big crowd," says Jack, says he.
and the bum-clock stood up on their hind legs Then Jack sent word to tell the King's daugh-
and began to dance, and Jack's mother ter and the King that there was a new man
laughed very hearty, and everything in the who had come to win her.
house, the wheels and the reels, and the pots In a very little time the King and the King's
and pans went jigging and hopping over the daughter and the King's court all came out
floor, and the house itself went jigging and and sat themselves down on gold and silver
hopping about likewise. chairs in front of the castle and ordered Jack
When Jack lifted up the animals and put to be brought in until he should have his trial.
them in his pocket, everything stopped, and Jack, before he went, took out of his pocket
the mother laughed for a good while. But the bee, the harp, the mouse, and the bum-
after a while, when she came to herself and clock, and he gave the harp to the bee, and he
saw what Jack had done and how they were tied a string to one and the other, and took the
now without either money, or food, or a cow, end of the string himself, and marched into
she got very, very angry at Jack and scolded the castle yard before all the court, with his
him hard, and then sat down and began to animals coming on a string behind him.
cry. When the Queen and the King and the
Poor Jack, when he looked at himself, con- court and the princes saw poor ragged Jack
fessed that he was a stupid fool entirely. "And with his bee, and mouse, and bum-clock hop-
what," says he, "shall I now do for my poor ping behind him on a string, they set up one
mother?" He went out along the road, think- roar of laughter that was long and loud
ing and thinking, and he met a wee woman enough; and when the King's daughter her-
who said, "Good-morrow to you, Jack," says self lifted her head and looked to see what
she, "how is it you are not trying for the they were laughing at and saw Jack and his
King's daughter of Ireland?" paraphernalia, she opened her mouth and she
"What do you mean?" says Jack. let out of her such a laugh as was never heard
himself began to dance and jig, and every- stroke. [From Seumas MacManus, Hibernian
thing about the King's castle, pots and pans, Nights (Macmillan, 1963).]
wheels and reels and the castle itself began to
dance also. And the King's daughter, when A King there was in Munster of Ireland's
she saw this, opened her mouth again, and let south, long, long ago, who was a very great
out of her a laugh twice louder than she let gentleman. In fact, he was the greatest gen-
before; and Jack, in the middle of his jigging, tleman in all the world because, in all his life,
drops another courtesy, and says, "Thank he had never once said, "You're a liar," to any
you, my lady; that is two of the three parts of man.
you won." Nowall the world began wondering, and
Jack and his menagerie went on playing all the world began talking about such a
and dancing, but Jack could not get the third wonderful gentleman who could never be
laugh out of the King's daughter, and the poor provoked into using these rude words. And
fellow saw his big head in danger of going on the King grew proud and then vain of the fact
the spike. Then the brave mouse came to that he was, thereby, the one greatest gentle-
Jack's help and wheeled round upon its heel, man in the world.
and as it did so its tail swiped into the bum- So vain did he become of his great gentle-
clock's mouth, and the bum-clock began to manliness that he invited anyone in all the
cough and cough and cough. And when the world to come and test him. He offered to give
King's daughter saw this she opened her three chances to anyone who came to try to
mouth again, and she let out the loudest and provoke him into saying, "You're a liar." And
hardest and merriest laugh that was ever so sure of himself was he that, to encourage
heard before or since; and, "Thank you, my them to come, he made offer that if anyone in
lady," says Jack, dropping another courtesy; all the world in one of three chances could
"I have all of you won." provoke him into saying the rude words, he
Then when Jack stopped his menagerie, would give to that man his beautiful daugh-
the King took himself and the menagerie ter the most beautiful maiden in all the
within the castle. He was washed and world in marriage, with her weight in gold
combed and dressed in a suit of silk and satin and half of his kingdom.
with all kinds of gold and silver ornaments, But, on the other hand, it was to be agreed
and then was led before the King's daughter. that if anyone came there and took the three
And true enough she confessed that a hand- chances at the King and failed to make him
somer and finer fellow than Jack she had say the rude words, that man's head should
never seen, and she was very willing to be his be cut off and placed on a spike in front of the
wife. King's castle. Now around this castle was a
Jack sent for his poor old mother and great railing with three hundred and sixty-
brought her to the wedding, which lasted nine five spikes on it; and at the time this story
days and nine nights, every night better than begins for this is only the last of a series of
the other. All the lords and ladies and gentry three hundred and sixty-five stories there
of Ireland were at the wedding. I was at it, were three hundred and sixty-four men's
too, and got brogues, broth and slipper of heads sitting on three hundred and sixty-four
bread and came jigging home on my head. spikes, and just one spike craving for a head.
They were the heads of three hundred and
sixty-four nobles and knights, and kings and
chiefs, and princes and scholars who had
The King Who Was a Gentleman come there thinking they could provoke that
Seumas MacManus gives a version here that wonderful gentleman into using the rude
reflects a high degree of and enjoyment in the
art words, and win his beautiful daughter with
telling.With a musical cadence of repeated her weight in gold and half of his kingdom.
phrases and a playful escalating of tall tales, the But every one of them had failed and lost his
story builds to a pitch that is relieved in one deft head three hundred and sixty-four of them !
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Now at this time there lived in the moun- ful daughter in marriage, with her weight in
tains of Donegal, in the North, a poor widow gold and half your kingdom, to anyone who
woman who had one son called Jack. A fine, in one of three chances can make you say
brave, stout, strapping, able fellow was Jack, the rude words. And here I am, to try my luck
and when he grew up to be man-big, he rose on you."
up by the fireside one night and told his The King, he smiled down upon Jack and
mother about the wonderful gentleman King said, "Jack, did you notice anything peculiar
in the South, and the wonderful offer he had as you came up to my castle?"
made to any man who could provoke him into Jack said, "I did."
saying, "You're a liar!" "What was it?" said the King.
Jack said, "Mother, if you'll give me your Said Jack, "I noticed three hundred and
blessing, I'll travel away to the South of Ire- sixty-four heads on three hundred and
sitting
land, and I'll make the King say, 'You're a sixty-four spikes around your castle which I
liar,' and I'll win his beautiful daughter with thought peculiar."
her weight in gold and half his kingdom." "It was," said the King. "And, Jack, did you
When his mother heard this, she clasped notice anything else?"
Jack to her bosom and she begged of him, "I did," said Jack. "I noticed one spike
"Jack, Jack, dear, don't go for to do such a waiting for a head."
foolish thing! Don't you know that, already, "Now Jack," said the King, "you're a brave
three hundred and sixty-four of the greatest lad, and I so like the looks of you that I'd hate
nobles and knights, kings and chiefs, princes to be coming out of my castle every morning
and scholars have gone there, believing that and looking you in the face with your head
they could make that King say the rude stuck on a spike there. Consequently, Jack,"
words, but because he's the greatest gentle- he said, "I advise you to go back home with
man in all the world, all of them failed and your head safe on your shoulders and don't
lost their heads, so how do you think that a take those three chances at me. Because,
poor, ragged, ignorant boy like you from the Jack," he said, "I want to tell you that I am
mountains of Donegal could succeed, where the greatest gentleman in all the world and
the greatest, the wisest, and the most learned can assure you that no man in all the world
men in all the world have failed?" could, under any circumstances, provoke me
Jack said, "Mother, I believe that with the into forgetting my gentlemanliness and using
Lord's blessing and your blessing, I could the rude words."
make the King say 'You're a liar.' I think I Jack, he might have let himself be per-
have the Lord's blessing, and I'm only wait- suaded, but at that instant wasn't there a
ing for yours." window thrown open in the castle, and Jack,
And Jack was so persistent that his poor gazing up, saw looking out of the window the
mother, at length, broken-hearted, had to rarest vision he had ever seen in all his life It !
give him her blessing and let him go. was the King's beautiful daughter, herself!
Jack set out from home and he traveled She looked down at Jack and she smiled on
away and away, far farther than I could tell him, and her smile up half the world. And
lit
you, and twice farther than you could tell me, Jack, that instant, fell head over heels in love
till at long and at last he reached the castle of with that beautiful maiden.
the King who was the greatest gentleman in And he said to the King, "If I had a thou-
all the world. He knocked on the gates and the sand heads instead of only one, I'd gladly risk
King, himself, came there and asked Jack, them all for sake of such a beautiful Princess
"Who are you, or what do you want?" Jack as that! I want you to give me my three
said, I am Jack, the widow's son, from Done- chances at you."
'
gal. I have heard that you are the most won- The King smiled down upon Jack, and he
derful gentleman in all the world, who never said, "Jack, you certainly are a brave fellow,
yet said to any man, 'You're a liar.' I have and why shouldn't you have your three
heard how you have offered your beauti- chances at me as well as the best o' them?
376 THE ORAL TRADITION
Come," he said, "Come in." And he led Jack all compared to the horses my father used to
within the gates. keep at his castle at home in Donegal."
"Now, Jack," he said. "You have come a But that gentlemanly King, instead of say-
long journey and you must be both tired and ing, "You're a liar," just smiled down upon
hungry. I think we'll put off my test till morn- Jack and asked, "Jack, what kind of wonder-
ing. In the meantime, Jack," he said, "go to ful horses were them your father used to keep
the castle kitchen and get a good supper and a in Donegal?"
soft bed for the night." And Jack, to make the most of his first
Jack, you may be sure, didn't let much chance, and determined to provoke the King
grass grow under his heels till he was in the into saying the rude words, went on, "Oh,
castle kitchen, where he got the father and King, it beats me to describe what them hors-
mother of a good supper. And then a bed in es of my were like but there was
father's
the castle a feather-bed and Jack, who one pony among them, a pet of mine,
little
had been used to lying on the hard floor at that I want to tell you about. That little pony
home, sank in it so deep that he thought it was only nineteen mile high, and I used to
would take him three weeks to find his way mount him by a step-ladder that was half
out again! Right hearty sleep he had, and in mile from step to step. And now," said Jack,
the morning, after the greatest breakfast of sure that he had the King, "what do you think
his life, the King came to him and said, "Well, of that little pony of mine?"
Jack, are you ready?" And Jack said, "Yes, But that King, instead of saying, "You're a
ready." The King said, "Then come with me liar," just smiled down upon Jack and said,
for your three chances. For your first chance, "Jack, I think that was a wonderful pony,
come with me out to my stables, and I'll show entirely."
you some horses that I'm rather proud of. And Jack had lost his first chance!
After I've shown you these horses you can "Now Jack," said the King, "for your sec-
take your first chance at trying to provoke me ond chance, come with me out in the garden
into using the rude words." till Ishow you some wonderful bees I have
The King led Jack out to his stables and there. If you didn't wonder at my horses,
there showed him the most wonderful sight of you're going to have to wonder at these won-
horses Jack ever saw or dreamt of in all his derful bees of mine."
life. There were three hundred and sixty -five He led Jack into the garden, and there Jack
horses standing in three hundred and sixty- saw the most wonderful sight of bees that
five stalls, and every horse of them was ever he had seen in all his life before. There
thirty-nine feet high! And the King said, were three hundred and sixty-five bee skeps
"Jack, what do you think of them horses of [hives], and each bee skep was the size of a
mine?" school house, and every bee flying out from
Now Jack, before he left his home in the there was the size of a goose! And the King,
mountains of Donegal, had never seen any- very proud of his wonderful bees, looked
thing great in all his life. But when he set out down at Jack and what do you
said, "Jack,
he knew that he would be seeing, in the south think of them bees
mine?"
of
of Ireland, the greatest wonders the world But Jack didn't pretend to wonder at all, at
knew, and he made up his mind as he came all, outside of himself. But sure that he could
along that he wouldn't pretend to wonder at now make the King say, "You're a liar," he
anything at all, at all but let on that he had looked up and said, "Oh, King, I suppose
been used to just as great things at home. they're brave little midges for the south of
So my brave Jack didn't pretend to wonder Ireland, but they're nothing at all to the bees
at all, at all, outside of himself. But, seeing a that my father used to keep at his castle in
grand chance of making the King say, Donegal." And he watched to see if the
"You're a liar," he looked up at the King and King would say, "You're a liar." But that King
said, "Oh, King, I suppose they're brave little was only smiling down at him and asked
ponies for the south of Ireland, but nothing at what those bees were like. And Jack, to make
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the most of his second chance, hurried on, And Jack had lost his second chance!
and said, "Oh, King, it beats me to describe "Now, Jack," the King said, "I'm a very
what them bees were like. But there was one busy man, and I'm only wasting my valuable
bee among them, the Queenie Bee of them time with you. Come along till I give you your
all, that I want for to tell you about. That third and last chance, and that we get the
Queenie Bee my father always had to keep head chopped off you and have done with you.
chained at home because whenever she went And," he said, "for your third and last chance,
abroad the wind of her wings destroyed for- come out into my fields till I show you some
ests and overturned towns and cities." And beans I have grown there that I'm rather
he turned the tail of his eye on the King, but proud of. If I couldn't make you wonder at my
the King was smiling more and more; and he horses or my bees, you're going to have to
hurried on, to make the most of his second wonder at these beans."
chance. And he said, "There was one time the And he led Jack out in the fields and
Queenie Bee burst her chains and got away showed him there a field of beans the like of
and flew over to Scotland, and the King of which Jack had never seen or dreamt of in all
Scotland soon sent word to my father to come his life. Every stalk grew the height of the
over with his army and bring back his mur- castle, and every leaf would cover a house,
derous Queenie Bee. At that time," Jack said, and every bean was the size of Jack's head!
"our army was scattered to the ends of the And the King, mighty proud of his beans,
earth, and my father ordered me to gather up said, "Now, Jack, what do you think of them
as many stragglers as I could and go over to beans of mine?"
Scotland and bring back the Queenie Bee. I Jack didn't pretend to wonder at all, at all,
could only gather nine millions, nine hundred outside of himself, and he said, "Oh, King, I
and ninety-nine thousand men, but I mount- suppose they're brave little peas for the south
ed my little pony, only nineteen mile high, of Ireland, but they're nothing at all com-
and headed that handful of men away for pared to the beans my father used to grow at
Scotland. his castle at home in Donegal," and he looked
"When I came to the shores of Ireland, lo up, thinking the King would say "You're a
and behold you! Ihadn't a boat to bring my liar," but the King only smiled down on Jack
army over the sea to Scotland. So what do you and said, "Jack, what kind of beans was them
think I did? I put my little pony at the sea, and your father used to grow in Donegal?"
with his two forefeet he thrashed the sea dry Now Jack, finding himself on his last legs,
all the Ireland to Scotland, and that
way from was resolved to make the most of his last
army nine million, nine hundred and
of chance, and the brave fellow said to himself,
ninety-nine thousand men marched from Ire- "I'll make the King say 'You're a liar' this
land to Scotland without wetting a shoe- time, or I'll perish."
string! And when I came there, I borrowed He said, "Oh, King, it beats me to describe
the ting of Scotland's army, along with my what them beans of my father's were like.
own, and I borrowed nine thousand miles of But there was one bean stalk that grew in my
chair. s, and we surrounded and chained the father's field that I want to tell you about.
Queenie Bee and dragged her home to Ire- That bean stalk grew so high above the clouds
land.And now, oh, King," he said, looking up that we never knew its height but my fa-
at tre King, "what do you think of that ther used to engage nine thousand harvest
Queenie Bee of my father's?" men to climb the stalk and harvest the beans.
Jack was sure he now had the King, who They would always start up on Easter Sun-
coulcn't help himself but must say "You're a day, reach above in September, and after
liar.'' But such a very great gentleman was shaking down the beans, be down on earth
that King that instead of saying, "You're a again in time to eat their Christmas dinner."
liar,' he just smiled down at Jack and said, And sure that he had the King now, who
"Jacl ,
I think that was a wonderful Queenie must say, "You're a liar" to that, he looked up
Bee, 3ntirely." to have the joy of seeing him come out with
378 THE ORAL TRADITION
the rude words. But, such a great gentleman And he went on. And he said, "I looked
was that King, that instead of saying, "You're around to see get any help to help me
could I
a liar," he was smiling benevolently down out, but couldn't see soul or sinner on all the
upon Jack. And Jack found his head trem- horizon. And after I was seven years stuck
bling upon his shoulders! there, I got so tired of it all that I put my hand
But he was such a brave fellow that he in my pocket, pulled out my knife, cut off my
resolved to make the most of what was left of head, and sent it home to look for help to help
his third chance and he said to himself, "I'll me out." There he stopped and looked up for
make the King say 'You're a liar' or I'll per- the joy of seeing the King say "You're a liar."
ish." And he hurried on, and he said, "There But behold you, such a great gentleman
was one time, after I had finished my school- was he, that King, that instead of saying
ing and it was ordered that I should travel for "You're a liar," the fellow was smiling more
three years to finish my education, when my provoking than ever down upon Jack. And
father asked me what country of all the world Jack now found his life lost almost.
I would like to travel in, and I said, 'Father, I But such an undaunted lad was he that he
would like to travel up the bean stalk.' resolved to make the most of the last shadow
"My poor father begged and beseeched of of a shade of a chance, and he said to himself,
me to go to any wondrous country in the "I'll make the King say 'You're a liar,' yet, or
world, but not ask to go up the bean stalk. I'll perish" and went on.
But it was the bean stalk or nowhere for me. He said, "When I sent my head home to
So I persisted and insisted until my poor look for help, I was watching after my head,
father, broken-hearted, had to consent and going across the country."
let me go. That was the climax! And he had the King
"Tis well I remember the morning I now, at last, for certain so he up-glanced
started a beautiful bright, spring morning for the final joy of it all.
it was. My father was there crying over me, But behold, such a great gentleman was
and he gave me his blessing. And as I started that King that, instead of saying "You're a
up the bean stalk he said, 'Jack, Jack, dear, liar," he was smiling as he never had smiled.
don't forget to write.' And that was the final end of Jack. He could
"Up and up the bean stalk went until,
I feel the head tumbling off him!
what do you think, but when
was nine- I But lo and behold! such a wonderfully
hundred-and-ninety-nine thousand miles up brave fellow was he that he resolved to make
the bean stalk I missed my footing and down I the most of the last shadow of a shade of a
fell! I was five months falling. Around the shade of the ghost of a chance, and he said to
bottom of the beanstalk was a solid rock himself, "I'll make the King say 'You're a
and I fell so far and fell so fast that I sank up liar,' yet, or I'll perish!"
to my neck in the solid rock." And he went on.
That was the climax and Jack now knew He said, "As I was watching after my head
he had the King where he must say, "You're a going across the country, what do you think
liar," and looked up to have the joy of seeing did I see? As the head of me was passing
the King say it. But, behold, such a wonderful under a hill half a mile off, I saw a fox jump
gentleman was that King that instead of say- out of a bush on top of the hill and come
ing "You're a liar," he was smiling more leaping, jumping, bounding down the hill,
benevolently than ever down upon Jack! And making for my poor head. And when he got
Jack now felt his head shaking from his there, the fox gave one jump on top of my
shoulders. poor head, and began to worry it. And so mad
But such a brave fellow was he that he did that murderous fox make me that I got a
resolved to make the most of the last shadow good grip of myself and with both hands, I
of a chance that remained; and he said to gave a long pull and a strong pull, pulled
himself, "I'll make the King say 'You're a liar' myself clean out of the rock, and ran to the
yet or I'll perish!" help of my head. And when I got there, so
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mad was I with that beast that I lifted my foot last day and night were finer and greater and
and gave him three kicks, and every kick I more enjoyable than the first. The King divid-
gave him I knocked out of him a King, and ed his kingdom with Jack, who, with the
ever;/ King of them," Jack said, looking up, bride, was crowned. And they lived happy and
defiant, "was a far finer and a far better and a well ever after.
far greater gentleman than you!"
"YOU'RE A LIAR! !" cried the King, black and
Kate Mary Ellen
blue in the face with rage!
You Jack had early learned the King's
see, Here we have a typical Irish folktale of the less
weak his vanity about being the
spots robust, less humorous kind. And yet the fact that
greatest gentleman in all the world; and he the fairies, who
are supposed to be wiser than
had been playing the King along, till he had human beings, found themselves sixty years late
him off his guard, and then struck him on the in keeping an appointment has a sly touch of
weak spot and got his results! humor. One finds here obedience and the just
For the raging King, dancing mad, repeat- reward for obedience bestowed by the fairies in
ed, "You're a liar! And you're the greatest liar spite of their own disappointment. [From Padraic
that ever walked in allthe world!" Colum, A Boy in Eirinn (Dutton, 1929).]
It was now Jack's turn to smile. He looked
up King and said, "True words for your
at the There was a little girl hereabout and her
Royal Highness I'm a liar, and a great name was Kate Mary Ellen. She was as good
one but I'm the son-in-law of the greatest a child as ever put a shawl across her head.
gentleman in all the world!" Her people had only one cow and Kate Mary
And sure enough, when the King cooled Ellen used to be minding it along the grassy
and eame to himself, he had to confess that One Saint Patrick's Day she
sides of the road.
Jack was the best and the bravest and the thought she would pluck herself a bunch of
noblest fellow ever he had come across, and the shamrock that grew inside that fort. The
he would sooner see him married to his people used to say that the shamrock that
daughter than any of the three hundred and grew there had a splash of blood on it and
sixty-four nobles and knights, and kings and Kate Mary Ellen would fain have a bunch
chiefs, and princes and scholars who had that would be so remarkable. So when the
come trying to win her. cow got into a good piece of grass, Kate Mary
More by the same token, when the beauti- Ellen left her and went up to the fort. She had
ful Princess herself came on the ground, she trouble in getting in, for there were sloe bush-
confessed that the minute she looked out of es and blackthorn bushes round it like a
the window and saw Jack at the gates, she fence. But she got through at last, and there
had fallen head over heels in love with him. was clear ground with old twisted thorn trees
He was the only one of all the three hundred growing round.
and sixty-five nobles and knights, and kings Kate Mary Ellen plucked a piece of sham-
and chiefs, and princes and scholars that she rock and looked to see if there was anything
had loved the only one she could have remarkable on it at all. When she looked
married. round again she saw a little fellow looking at
Jack, before he married her, went back her from behind a hawthorn bush. By the size
home and brought his poor old mother here of him and by the shape of his boots she knew
with him. Then the King sent out the invita- he was a fairy man. And behind every haw-
tions for the wedding and he asked all the thorn bush Kate Mary Ellen saw a couple
knigl ts and nobles and ladies and gentlemen, more. She was that flustered that she stood
and hat was the greatest wedding known without moving a limb.
befor ? or since. He asked in all the kings and Then one who had sharp eyes and a very
queens, and princes and chiefs, and nobles high look said to her, "Are you an obedient
and 1 idies. That wedding feast lasted ninety- child?"
ninet /
days and ninety-nine nights, and the "I am, sir," said Kate Mary Ellen.
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"Then," said he, "take these shamrocks in "A coach," says he. "A coach on the Old
your hand and go and stand on the bridge. A Road," says he again. "What would there be a
coach will be passing and you must contrive coach on the Old Road for? Sure it's thirty
to stop it. Inside of it will be a big man, and all years since a car itself went traveling that
you will have to do is to hand him your bunch road."
of shamrocks and say to him, 'Daniel O'Con- "And will Daniel O'Connell not be coming
nell, the fairy people of Ireland will not go the way?" says Kate Mary Ellen.
against you.' Will you be able to do that?" "Daniel O'Connell," says Martin Murphy.
"I will, sir," says Kate Mary Ellen. "What do they be teaching you at all in
"Say the words after him," said another of school? Don't you know that it's sixty years
the fairies, a middling sharp-looking little since Daniel O'Connell was walking the
fellow. ground of Ireland?"
"Daniel O'Connell, the fairies of Ireland Well, at that Kate Mary Ellen made off. Her
won't go against you," says Kate Mary Ellen. heart was twisted with concern for the cow.
"That's it," says the high-looking fairy She made for the fort, and got through the
man, "and now let you make your way to the blackthorns and sloe bushes. The fairies were
bridge, and I'll send one of my men to look standing there with trailing cloaks on them
after your cow till you come back." and little swords in their belts. They were
Away went Kate Mary Ellen. She got down consulting together, and they all looked very
the slope that goes down from the fort, and anxious.
then she came racing back. The fairies were "Well," says the second fairy, "and what
all standing consulting together. did he say?"
"I suppose," says Kate Mary Ellen, "that's "He's not coming that way at all, and it's
the bridge on the Old Road that I'm to go to?" long since a coach went over the road."
"It's the road that the coaches travel that "Could it be that we're late?" says the
you're to go to," says the second fairy, very commander.
severe. "Not at all," says the second of them. "But
"There's no bridge upon that road," says in case he went early we'll take horse."
Kate Mary Ellen. "Yes," says the commander, "we'll take
"Go and stand on the bridge and do the horse this minute, and we'll wait for him at
commander's bidding," says the second fairy Tara. The little girl will have to come with us,
back to her. for it is appointed to her to hand the shamrock
"Yes, sir," says Kate Mary Ellen, and with to the Liberator. Show her how to mount the
that she made off. bramble," says he, "and let us be off on the
"She never stopped running until she was minute."
on the Old Road. The grass was growing nigh They gave Kate Mary Ellen a bramble, and
to the middle of it, for nothing ever traveled it put a dock-leaf on it for a side-saddle; the
except a goose or an ass. Kate Mary Ellen commander stamped his foot, and they were
stationed herself on the bridge, and waited clear of the fort and were galloping through
and waited. All she heard going past was an the air in a moment.
odd trout that leaped in the stream below. She "We mustn't come up to the Hill," says the
began to get anxious on account of her cow; second of the fairies, "for the crowds of the
there was no sign of a coach high up or low world are sure to be on Tara today. We'll get
down, and at last she started off running to off at the back of the hill and ride over qui-
Martin Murphy's house. etly."
"Will there be any coach on the Old Road The wind that was before them they over-
today?" says she, as soon as she came in the took, and the red wind of March that was
door. behind did not overtake them. They rode on
Martin Murphy was sitting at the fire, and and on, and they were soon at Tara.
he turned round on that. They came down on a little field.
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"And now," says the second fairy, "we'll let hands were under his head, and Kate Mary
on that we're huntsman and gallop up to Ellen never saw them. Only the top of his bald
them. The crowds of the world are sure to be head was to be seen.
on the Hill, but we'll keep to the outside of "When you took that man into your service
them." did you know what age he was?" says the
With that they galloped through fields and commander to the second fairy.
over ditches, and they came up to the Hill of "I thought I did, my lord,"
says he.
Tara. And all that was before them was a "Well, whatever age he told you he was,
wide grassy place with cattle grazing over it. he's a thousand years older than that same,"
There was no sign of a person on the Hill at says the commander. "It's no wonder our
all. time has all gone wrong, and that we're sixty
"We're late for the meeting," says one of years slow in our reckoning. Start Clourie
them. Com carving his tombstone, and by the time
"We're a day late for the meeting," says he has that done he'll be ripe for his burial.
another of them. And as for you, young girl," says he, "I found
"We're a year late for the meeting," says a you serviceable and agreeable. You'll get your
third of them. cow in the hollow and you can go home or stay
"Ay, and twenty years late for the meet- on the road, as it pleases yourself. Bring the
ing," says a fourth one of them. bunch of shamrock with you. Dip it in the
"You're sixty years late for the meeting," well of the fort, and it will remain everlast-
says Kate Mary Ellen, speaking up to them. ing. And on the Saint Patrick's Day that the
All the fairies shook their heads at the one cherry tree in your grandmother's yard is
thatwas second. blown down, stand at the cross roads and give
"You're to blame for this," says the com- the bunch to a young man you'll see riding by.
mander, looking very severe at him. He'll be on his way to Tara, too, and you'll tell
The second of the fairies went down on his him that the fairies of Ireland will not go
knees immediately. "My lord," says he, lifting against him. We missed Dan O'Connell, but
his hands, "don't blame me. It was only this we'll not miss him. And," says he, "lest it
morning I received notice of the meeting should be said," says he, "that those who help
from Clourie Com." the fairies get nothing for their service, the
The commander looked at them all very next time you're at the well in the pasture
severely. "It'sno wonder," says he, "that field lift up the flagstone," says he, "and you'll
above ground and below ground affairs are in find a little pan of gold."
the si:ate they're in. Mount horses and make
no stop nor stay until we strike hoofs on our
The Children of Lir
own courtyard."
They mounted, and if they came at a run This tragic tale of jealousy, suffering, and remorse
they went back at a race. When they struck comes out of the poetic mythology of Ireland.
hoof 3n the fort the ground opened and they The characters are not human beings, but belong
went down. They took a turning to the right to the "Tuatha De Danaan," the gods of Celtic
and came to a little forge. In they went, Kate belief. Unlike the gods of most mythologies, the
Mary Ellen with them. The like of what she Celtic deities were not worshiped or placated by
saw ;here never came to her eyes since or sacrifice and ritual. Nor did they dwell in some
before. It wasn't a face that was looking region removed from earth. The Norse gods lived
towa: ds them, but the top of a head that was in Valhalla, a region in the sky, and there they
as bald and as smooth as a goose's egg. The shared immortality with heroes who had died
bearc that grew down was all round the fel- gloriously in battle. To the Greeks, Mt. Olympus
low 1 ke an apron. He was a little old fellow was the region beyond earth where the gods
sittin i on a stool, and his legs were twisted lived and from which they directed the affairs of
like he stems of the hawthorn tree. His man. But to the Celtic mind, the earth of Ireland
382 THE ORAL TRADITION
itself and the waters that washed its shores, these chariot to the Lake of Darvra in Westmeath.
were the ultimate paradise, the Land of the Ever- She made them bathe in the lake and when
Young. The Celtic fairy belongs to the people of they were coming out of the water she struck
Danaan, and to this day, the mounds and hills of them with a rod of enchantment and turned
Ireland are believed to hold special magic, being them into four white swans.
the dwelling place of the gods themselves. Wil- "Swim as wild swans on this lake," she
liam Butler Yeats in his play, The Land of Heart's said, "for three hundred years, and when that
Desire, describes the paradise as time is ended swim three hundred years on
the narrow sea of the Moyle, and when that
... a land where even the old are fair,
time is ended swim three hundred years on
And even the wise are merry of tongue.
the Western Sea that has no bounds but the
Ella Young, whose version is given here, was a sky."
member of the group of brilliant men and wom- Then Fionnuala, that was a swan, said:
en, working with Yeats and Lady Gregory, Dr. "O Wicked Woman, a doom will come upon
Douglas Hyde, Padraic Colum, and many others, you heavier than the doom you have put on us
reinterpreted Celtic legend, epic, and myth. The and you will be more sorrowful than we are
result was a renaissance of literature novels, to-day. And if you would win any pity in the
stories, and drama which, in the first quarter of hour of your calamity tell us now how we may
this century, won the admiration of the world and know when the doom will end for us."
gave fresh impetus to the study of traditional "The doom will end when a king from the
literature. [From Celtic Wonder Tales, retold by North weds a queen from the South; when a
Ella Young (Dutton).] druid with a shaven crown comes over the
sea; when you hear the sound of a little bell
Long ago when the Tuatha De Danaan lived that rings for prayers."
in Ireland there was a Great King called Lir. The swans spread their wings and flew
He had four children Fionnuala, Aodh, away over the lake. They made a very sorrow-
Fiacra, and Conn. Fionnuala was the eldest ful singing as they went, lamenting for them-
and she was as beautiful as sunshine in selves.
blossomed branches; Aodh was like a young When the Great King, their father, knew
eagle in the blue of the sky; and his two the sorrow that had come to him, he hastened
brothers, Fiacra and Conn, were as beautiful down to the shore of the lake and called his
as running water. children. They came flying to him, four white
In those days sorrow was not known in swans, and he said:
Ireland: the mountains were crowned with "Come to me, Fionnuala; come Aodh;
light, and the lakes and rivers had strange come Conn; come Fiacra." He put his hands
star-like flowers that shook a rain of jewelled on them and caressed them and said: "I
dust on the white horses of the De Danaans cannot give you back your shapes till the
when they came down to drink. The horses doom that is laid on you is ended, but come
were swifter than any horses that are living back now to the house that is mine and yours,
now and they could go over the waves of the White Children of my Heart."
sea and under deep lake-water without hurt Then Fionnuala answered him:
to themselves. Lir's four children had each "The shadow of the woman who ensnared
one a white horse and two hounds that were us lies on the threshold of your door: we
whiter than snow. cannot cross it."
Every one in Lir's kingdom loved Fionnu- And Lir said:
ala, and Aodh, and Fiacra, and Conn, except "The woman who ensnared you is far from
their step-mother, Aoif a. She hated them, and any home this night. She is herself ensnared,
her hatred pursued them as a wolf pursues a and fierce winds drive her into all the restless
wounded fawn. She sought to harm them by places of the earth. She has lost her beauty
spells and witchcraft. She took them in her and become terrible; she is a Demon of the
FOLKTALES 383
Air,and must wander desolate to the end of came to the narrow Sea of the Moyle that
time but for you there is the firelight of flows between Ireland and Scotland. A cold
home. Come back with me." stormy sea it was, and lonely. The swans had
Then Conn said: no one to listen to their singing, and little
"May good fortune be on the threshold of heart for singing amid the green curling bit-
your door from this time and for ever, but we ter waves. The storm-wind beat roughly on
cannot cross it, for we have the hearts of wild them, and often they were separated and
swans and we must fly in the dusk and feel calling to one another without hope of an
the water moving under our bodies; we must answer. Then Fionnuala, for she was the
hear the lonesome cries of the night. We have wisest, said:
the voices only of the children you knew; we "Let us choose a place of meeting, so that
have the songs you taught us that is all. when we are separated and lost and wander-
Gold crowns are red in the firelight, but red- ing each one will know where to wait for the
der and fairer is dawn." others."
Lir stretched out his hands and blessed his The swans, her brothers, said it was a good
children. He said: thought; they agreed to meet together in one
"May all beautiful things grow henceforth place, and the place they chose was
more beautiful to you, and may the song you Carraigna-Ron, the Rock of the Seals. And it
have be melody in the heart of whoever hears was well they made that choice, for a great
it. May your wings winnow joy for you out of storm came on them one night and scattered
the air, and your feet be glad in the water- them far out over the sea. Their voices were
ways. My blessing be on you till the sea loses drowned in the tempest and they were driven
its saltness and the trees forget to bud in hither and thither in the darkness.
springtime. And farewell, Fionnuala, my In the pale morning Fionnuala came to the
white blossom; and farewell Aodh, that was Rock of the Seals. Her feathers were broken
the red flame of my heart; and farewell, with the wind and draggled with the saltness
Conn, that brought me gladness; and fare- of the sea and she was lamenting and calling
well, Fiacra, my treasure. Lonesome it is for on Aodh and Fiacra and Conn.
you, flying far off in places strange to you; "O Conn, that I sheltered under my feath-
lonesome it is for me without you. Bitter it is ers, come to me! O Fiacra, come to me! O
to say farewell, and farewell, and nothing Aodh, Aodh, Aodh, come to me!"
else but farewell." And when she did not see them, and no
Lir covered his face with his mantle and voice answered, she made a sore lamentation
sorrow was heavy on him, but the swans rose and said:
into the air and flew away calling to each "O bitter night that was blacker than the
other They called with the voices of children, doom of Aoifa at the first to us! O three that I
but in their heart was the gladness of swans loved! O three that I loved! The waves are
when they feel the air beneath them and over your heads and I am desolate!"
stretch their necks to the freedom of the sky. She saw the red sun rising, and when the
Three hundred years they flew over Lake redness touched the waters, Conn came fly-
Darv -a and swam on its waters. Often their ing to her. His feathers were broken with the
father came to the lake and called them to wind and draggled with the saltness of the
him and caressed them; often their kinsfolk sea. Fionnuala gathered him under her wings
came to talk with them; often harpers and and comforted him, and she said:
musi :ians came to listen to the wonder of "The day would not seem bitter to me now
their singing. When three hundred years were ifonly Aodh and Fiacra were come."
ended the swans rose suddenly and flew far In a little while Fiacra came to her over
and i ar away. Their father sought them, and the rough sea. She sheltered and comforted
their kinsfolk sought them, but the swans him with her wings, and she cried over
nevei touched earth or rested once till they the waters:
384 THE ORAL TRADITION
"O Aodh, Aodh, Aodh, come to me!" The memory of all beautiful things came
The sun was high in the heavens when on the swans, and they were sorrowful, and
Aodh came, and he came with his feathers Fionnuala said:
bright and shining and no trace of the bitter "O beautiful comrades, I never thought
storm on him. that beauty could bring sorrow: now the sight
"O where have you been, Aodh?" said Fion- of it breaks my heart," and she said to her
nuala and Fiacra and Conn to him. brothers: "Let us go before our hearts are
"I have been flying where I got sight of our melted utterly."
kinsfolk. I have seen the white steeds that are The swans went over the Moyle then, and
swifter than the winds of March, and the they were lamenting, and Fionnuala said:
riders that were comrades to us when we had "There is joy and feasting in the house of
our own shapes. I have seen both Aodh and Lir to-night, but his four children are without
Fergus, the two sons of Bove Dearg." a roof to cover them."
"O tell us, Aodh, where we may get sight of "It is a poor garment our feathers make
them!" said the swans. when the wind blows through them: often we
"They are at the river mouth of the Bann," had the purple of kings' children on us.
said Aodh. "Let us go there, and we may see "We are cold to-night, and it is a cold bed
them though we cannot leave the Moyle." the sea makes: often we had beds of down
So much gladness came on all the swans with embroidered coverings.
that they forgot their weariness and the "Often we drank mead from gold cups in
grievous buffeting of the storm and they the house of our father; now we have the
rose and flew to the river mouth of the Bann. bitterness of the sea and the harshness of
They saw their kinsfolk, the beautiful com- sand in our mouths.
pany of the Faery Host, shining with every "It is weariness O a great weariness to
colour under heaven and joyous as the wind be flying over the Moyle: without rest, with-
in Springtime. out companions, without comfort.
"O tell us, dear kinsfolk," said the
swans, "I am thinking of Angus to-night: he has
"how with our father?"
it is the laughter of joy about him for ever.
"The Great King has wrapped his robes of "I am thinking to-night of Mananaun, and
beauty about him, and feasts with those from of white blossoms on silver branches.
whom age cannot take youth and light- "O swans, my brothers, I am thinking of
heartedness," said Fergus. beauty, and we are flying away from it for
"Ah," said Fionnuala, "he feasts and it is ever."
well with him! The joy-flame on his hearth The swans did not see the company of the
cannot quench itself in ashes. He cannot hear Faery Host again. They swam on the cold
us calling through the night the wild stormy sea of the Moyle, and they were there
swans, the wanderers, the lost children." till three hundred years were ended.
The Faery Host was troubled, seeing the "It is time for us to go," said Fionnuala,
piteous plight of the swans, but Aodh, that "we must seek the Western Sea."
was a swan said to Fergus, his kinsman and The swans shook the water of the Moyle
comrade: from their feathers and stretched out their
"Do not cloud your face for us, Fergus; the wings to fly.
horse you ride is white, but I ride a whiter When they were come to the Western Sea
the cold curling white wave of the sea." there was sorrow on them, for the sea was
Then Fiacra said: wilder and colder and more terrible than the
"O Fergus, does my own white horse forget Moyle. The swans were on that sea and flying
me, now that I am here in the cold Moyle?" over it for three hundred years, and all that
And Conn said: time they had no comfort, and never once did
"O Fergus, tell my two hounds that I will they hear the foot-fall of hound or horse or see
come back to them some day." their faery kinsfolk.
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When the time was ended, the swans rose They took no notice of the days and often
out of the water and cried joyfully to each they did not know whether it was the moon or
other: "Let us go home now, the time is the sun that was in the sky, but they sang to
ended!" each other, and that was all the comfort they
They flew swiftly, and yet they were all day had.
flying before they came to the place where Lir One day, while Fionnuala was singing, a
had his dwelling; when they looked down man of the stranger-race drew near to listen.
they saw no light in the house, they heard no He had the aspect of one who had endured
music, no sound of voices. The many- much hardship. His garments were poor and
coloured house was desolate and all the ragged. His hair was bleached by sun and
beauty was gone from it; the white hounds rain. As he listened to the song a light came
and the bright-maned horses were gone, into his eyes and his whole face grew beauti-
and all the beautiful glad-hearted folk of ful. When the song ended he bowed himself
the Sidhe. before the swans and said:
"Every place is dark to us!" said Conn. "White Swans of the Wilderness, ye have
"Look at the hills!" flown over many lands. Tell me, have ye seen
The swans looked at the hills they had aught of Tir-nan-Oge, where no one loses
known, and every hill and mountain they youth; or Tir-na-Moe, where all that is beauti-
could see was dark and sorrowful: not one ful lives for ever; or Moy-Mell, that is so
had a star-heart of light, not one had a flame- honey-sweet with blossom?"
crown, not one had music pulsing through it "Have we seen Tir-nan-Oge? It is our own
like a great breath. country! We are the children of Lir the King of
"O Aodh, and Conn, and Fiacra," said it."
were silent with heaviness of grief. When Tir-nan-Oge cannot perish rather would the
they felt the light of morning they rose in the whole world fall to ruin!"
air and flew in wide circles seeking their "O would we had anything but the bitter-
kinsfolk. They saw the dwellings of strang- ness of truth on our tongues!" said Aodh.
ers, and a strange people tending flocks and "Would we could see even one leaf from those
sowing corn on plains where the Tuatha De trees with shining branches where the
Danaan had hunted white stags with horns of many-coloured birds used to sing! Ochone!
silver. Ochone! for all the beauty that has perished
"T..ie grief of all griefs has come upon us!" with Tir-nan-Oge!"
said Fionnuala. "It is no matter now whether The stranger cried out a loud sorrowful cry
we have the green earth under us or bitter and threw himself on the ground. His fingers
sea-waves: it is little to us now that we are in tore at the roots of the grass. His body writhed
swan's bodies." and trembled with grief.
Her brothers had no words to answer her; The children of Lir wondered at him, and
they .vere dumb with grief till Aodh said: Aodh said:
"L it us fly far from the desolate house and "Put away this fierceness of grief and take
the dead hills. Let us go where we can hear consolation to yourself. We, with so much
the thunder of the Western Sea." heavier sorrow, have not lamented after this
Ths swans spread their wings and flew fashion."
westward till they came to a little reedy lake, The stranger raised himself: his eyes
and tiey alit there and sheltered themselves, blazed like the eyes of a hunted animal when
for tl ey had no heart to go farther. it turns on the hunters.
386 THE ORAL TRADITION
"How could your sorrow be equal to mine? bre against the fading sky, and the sight of it,
Ye have dwelt in Tir-nan-Oge; ye have ridden discrowned and silent, struck chill to the
horses whiter than the snow of one night and hearts of the wild swans: they turned away
swifter than the storm- wind; ye have gath- their heads to hide the tears in their eyes. But
ered flowers in the Plain of Honey. But I have Aibric stretched his hands to the mountains
never seen it never once! Look at me! I was and cried out:
born a king! I have become an outcast, the "O beautiful glorious Comrade, pity us!
laughing stock of slaves! I am Aibric the Tir-nan-Oge is no more, and Moy-Mell is lost
wanderer! I have given all all, for the for ever! the children of Lir, for we
Welcome
hope of finding that country. It is gone now have nothing left but you and the earth of
not anywhere on the round of the world!"
it is Ireland!"
"Stay with us," said Fiacra, "and we will Then a wonder happened.
sing for you, and tell you stories of Tir-nan- The star-heart of Nephin shone out
Oge." magnificent tremulous coloured like a
"I cannot stay with you! I cannot listen to pale amethyst.
your songs! I must go on seeking; seeking; The swans cried out to each other:
seeking while I live. When I am dead my "The mountain is alive! Beauty has come
dreams will not torment me. I shall have my again to the earth! Aibric, you have given us
fill of quietness then." back the Land of Youth!"
"Can you not believe us when we tell you A delicate faery music trembled and died
that Tir-nan-Oge is gone like the white mists away and was born again in the still evening
of morning? It is nowhere." air, and more and more the radiance deep-
"It is in my heart, and in my mind, and in ened in the heart of Nephin. The swans
my soul! It burns like fire! It drives me like a began to sing most sweetly and joyously, and
tireless wind! I am going. Farewell!" at the sound of that singing the star-heart
"Stay!" cried Aodh, "we will go with you. showed in mountain after mountain till every
There is nothing anywhere for us now but mountain in Ireland pulsed and shone.
brown earth and drifting clouds and wan "Crown yourselves, mountains!" said
waters. Why should we not go from place to Aodh, "that we may know the De Danaans
place as the wind goes, and see each day new are still alive and Lir's house is builded now
fields of reeds, new forest trees, new moun- where old age cannot wither it!"
tains? O, we shall never see the star-heart in The mountains sent up great jewelled rays
any mountains again!" of light so that each one was crowned with a
"The mountains are dead," said Conn. rainbow; and when the Children of Lir saw
"The mountains are not dead," said Aibric. that splendour they had no more thought of
"They are dark and silent, but they are not the years they had spent over dark troublous
dead. I know. I have cried to them in the night waters, and they said to each other:
and laid my forehead against theirs and felt "Would we could hear the sound of the
the beating of their mighty hearts. They are little bell that rings for prayers, and feel our
wiser than the wisest druid, more tender than swan-bodies fall from us!"
the tenderest mother. It is they who keep the "I know the sound of a bell that rings for
world alive." prayers," said Aibric, "and I will bring you
"O," said Fionnuala, "if the mountains are where you can hear it. I will bring you to Saint
indeed alive let us go to them; let us tell them Kemoc and you will hear the sound of his
our sorrowful story. They will pity us and we bell."
shall not be utterly desolate." "Let us go," said the swans, and Aibric
and the swans journeyed together,
Aibric brought them to the Saint. The Saint held up
and at dusk they came to a tall beautiful his hands and blessed God when he saw
mountain the mountain that is called them, and he besought them to remain a
Nephin, in the West. It looked dark and som- while and to tell him the story of their
FOLKTALES 387
wanderings. He brought them into his little swans were close to it. He put his hands on
church and they were there with him in the swans to take them by force. When he
peace and happiness relating to him the won- touched them the swan-feathers dwindled
ders of the Land of Youth. It came to pass and shrivelled and became as fine dust, and
then that word reached the wife of King the bodies of Lir's children became as a hand-
Largnen concerning the swans: she asked ful of dust, but their spirits attained to free-
the king to get them for her, and because dom and joined their kinsfolk in the Land-of-
she demanded them with vehemence, the the-Ever- Living.
king journeyed to the Church of Saint Kemoc It was Aibric who remembered the story of
to get the swans. the children of Lir, because he loved them.
When he was come, Saint Kemoc refused He told the story to the people of Ireland, and
to give him the swans and Largnen forced his they were so fond of the story and had such
way into the church to take them. Now, he pity for Lir's children that they made a law
was a king of the North, and his wife was a that no one was to hurt a wild swan, and
queen of the South, and it was ordained that when they saw a swan flying they would say:
such a king should put an end to the power of "My blessing with you, white swan, for the
Aoifa's spell. He came to the altar, and the sake of Lir's children!"
Scotland
The Woman Who Flummoxed poor body came and begged her to make a wee
the Fairies bit of a cake for a celebration and timidly
offered her the little money they had for it,
Sorche Nic Leodhas is the Gaelic name used by she'd wave it away and tell them to pay her
Leclaire Alger, a Pittsburgh children's librarian when they got the cake. Then she'd set to and
who heard as a child the stories she has collected. bake a cake as fine and big as any she'd make
The staunch humor and rhythmic language of for a laird, and she'd send it to them as a gift,
these stories have a unique and gentle charm. with the best respects of her husband and
[From Sorche Nic Leodhas, Heather and Broom herself, to the wedding pair or the parents of
(Holt, 1960).] the baby that was to be christened, so no-
body's feelings were hurt.
There was a woman once who was a master Not only was she a master baker, but she
baker. Her bannocks were like wheaten was the cleverest woman in the world; and it
cakes, her wheaten cakes were like the finest was the first that got her into trouble, but it
pastries, and her pastries were like nothing was the second that got her out of it.
but Heaven itself in the mouth! The fairies have their own good foods to
No: having her match, or anything like it, eat, but they dearly love a bit of baker's cake
in se /en counties round she made a good once in a while, and will often steal a slice of
penny by it, for there wasn't a wedding nor a one by night from a kitchen while all the folks
christening for miles around in the country- in a house are sleeping.
side but she was called upon to make the In a nearby hill there was a place where the
cakes for it, and she got all the trade of all the fairies lived, and of all cakes the ones the
gentr as well. She was fair in her prices and
^ fairies liked best were the ones this master
she v as honest, too, but she was that good- baker made. The trouble was, the taste of one
heart :d into the bargain. Those who could was hard to come by, for her cakes were all so
pay v. ell she charged aplenty, but when some good that they were always eaten up at a
388 THE ORAL TRADITION
sitting, with hardly a crumb left over for a "To be sure!" she said cheerfully. "Why
poor fairy to find. you poor wee things! To think of me baking
So then the fairies plotted together to carry cakes for everyone else, and not a one for
the woman away and to keep her with them you! So let's be at it," said she, "with no time
always just to bake cakes for them. wasted."
Their chance came not long after, for there Then from her kittiebag that hung at her
was to be a great wedding at the castle with side she took a clean apron and tied it around
hundreds of guests invited, and the woman her waist, while the fairies, happy that she
was to make the cakes. There would have to was so willing, licked their lips in anticipation
be so many of them, with so many people and rubbed their hands for joy.
coming to eat them, that the woman was to "Let me
see now," said she, looking around
spend the whole day before the wedding in her. "Well,'tis plain you have nothing for me
the castle kitchen doing nothing but bake one to be baking a cake with. You'll just have to
cake after another! be going to my own kitchen to fetch back
The fairies learned about this from one what I'll need."
of their number who had been listening at Yes, the fairies could do that. So she sent
the keyhole of the baker's door. They found some for eggs, and some for sugar, and some
out, too, what road she'd be taking coming for flour, and some for butter, while others
home. flew off to get a wheen of other things she told
When the night came, there they were by a them she had to have. At last all was ready for
fairy mound where the road went by, hiding the mixing and the woman asked for a bowl.
in flower cups, and under leaves, and in all But the biggest one they could find for her
manner of places. was the size of a teacup, and a wee dainty one
When she came by they all flew out at her. at that.
"The fireflies are gey thick the night," said Well then, there was nothing for it, but they
she. But it was not fireflies. It was fairies with must go and fetch her big yellow crockery
the moonlight sparkling on their wings. bowl from off the shelf over the water butt.
Then the fairies drifted fern seed into her And after that it was her wooden spoons and
eyes, and all of a sudden she was that sleepy her egg whisp and one thing and another, till
that she could go not one step farther without the fairies were all fagged out, what with the
a bit of a rest! flying back and forth, and the carrying, and
"Mercy me!" she said with a yawn. "It's only the thought of the cake to come of it kept
worn myself out I have this day!" And she their spirits up at all.
sank down on what she took to be a grassy At last everything she wanted was at hand.
bank to doze just for a minute. But it wasn't The woman began to measure and mix and
a bank at all. It was the fairy mound, and whip and beat. But all of a sudden she
once she lay upon it she was in the fairies' stopped.
power. "'Tis no use!" she sighed. "I can't ever
She knew nothing about that nor anything seem to mix a cake without my cat beside me,
else till she woke again, and found herself in purring."
fairyland. Being a clever woman she didn't "Fetch the cat!" said the fairy king sharply.
have to be told where she was, and she So they fetched the cat. The cat lay at the
guessed how she got there. But she didn't let woman's feet and purred, and the woman
on. stirred away at the bowl, and for a while all
"Well now," she said happily, "and did you was well. But not for long.
ever! It's all my life I've wanted to get a peep The woman let go of the spoon and sighed
into fairyland. And here I am!" again. "Well now, would you think it?" said
They told her what they wanted, and she she. "I'm that used to my dog setting the time
said to herself, indeed she had no notion of of my beating by the way he snores at every
staying there the rest of her life! But she second beat that I can't seem to get the beat
didn't tell the fairies that either. right without him."
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"Fetch the dog!" cried the king. "What?" said the man. But he did it just
So they fetched the dog and he curled up at thesame and kept on doing it.
her feet beside the cat. The dog snored, the "Tow! ROW! ROW!" barked the dog, and
cat purred, the woman beat the cake batter, added his voice to the babe's screams, and the
and all was well again. Or so the fairies banging of the wooden spoon, and the swish-
thought. ing of the egg whisp.
But no! The woman stopped again. "I'm "Tread on the tail of the cat!" whispered
that worrited about my babe," said she. the woman to her husband, and it's a wonder
"Away from him all night as I've been, and he could hear her. But he did. He had got the
him with a new tooth pushing through this notion now and he entered the game for
very week. It seems I just can't mix . . ." himself. He not only trod on the tail of the cat,
"Fetch that babe!" roared the fairy king, but he kept his foot there while the cat howled
without waiting for her to finish what she was like a dozen lost souls.
saying. And they fetched the babe. So the woman swished, and the baby
So the woman began to beat the batter screamed, and the wooden spoon banged, and
again. But when they brought the babe, he the dog yelped, and the cat howled, and the
began to scream the minute he saw her, for whole of it made a terrible din. The fairies,
he was hungry, as she knew he would be, king and all, flew round and round in distrac-
because he never would let his dadda feed tion with their hands over their ears, for if
him his porridge and she had not been home there is one thing the fairies can't bear it's a
to do it. lot of noise and there was a lot more than a lot
"I'm sorry to trouble you," said the woman, of noise in fairyland that day! And what's
raising her voice above the screaming of the more the woman knew what they liked and
babe, "but I can't stop beating now lest the what they didn't all the time!
cake go wrong. Happen my husband could get So then the woman got up and poured the
the babe quiet if ..." batter into two pans that stood ready. She laid
The fairies didn't wait for the king to tell by the egg whisp and took the wooden spoon
them what to do. Off they flew and fetched away from the babe, and picking him up she
the husband back with them. He, poor man, popped a lump of sugar into his mouth. That
was all in a whirl, what with things disap- surprised him so much that he stopped
pearing from under his eyes right and left, screaming. She nodded to her husband and
and then being snatched through the air him- he stopped pinching the dog and took his foot
self the way he was. But here was his wife, from the cat's tail, and in a minute's time all
and lie knew where she was things couldn't was quiet. The fairies stopped flying round
go far wrong. But the baby went on and round and sank down exhausted.
screaming. And then the woman said, "The cake's
So the woman beat the batter, and the baby ready for the baking. Where's the oven?"
screamed, and the cat purred, and the dog The fairies looked at each other in dismay,
snort d, and the man rubbed his eyes and and at last the fairy queen said weakly,
watc lied his wife to see what she was up to. "There isn't any oven."
The rairies settled down, though 'twas plain "What!" exclaimed the woman. "No oven?
to see that the babe's screaming disturbed Well then, how do you expect me to be baking
them Still, they looked hopeful.
. the cake?"
Th en the woman reached over and took up None of the fairies could find the answer to
the e gg whisp and gave the wooden spoon to that.
the I abe, who at once began to bang away "Well then," said the woman, "you'll just
with it, screaming just the same. Under cover have to be taking me and the cake home to
of th screaming of the babe and the banging
; bake it in my own oven, and bring me back
of the spoon and the swishing of the egg later when the cake's all done."
whis the woman whispered to her husband,
> The fairies looked at the babe and the
"Pinch the dog!" wooden spoon and the egg whisp and the dog
390 THE ORAL TRADITION
and the cat and the man. And then they all woman put the pans of batter into the oven,
shuddered like one. and then she dished out the porridge that
"You may all go!" said the fairy king. "But stood keeping hot on the back of the fire and
don't ask us to be taking you. We're all too gave the babe his supper.
tired." There wasn't a sound in that house except
"Och, you must have your cake then," said for the clock ticking and the kettle singing
the woman, feeling sorry for them now she'd and the cat purring and the dog snoring. And
gotwhat she wanted, which was to go back to all those were soft, quiet sounds.
her own home, "after all the trouble you've "I'll tell you what," said the man at last. "It
had for it! I'll tell you what I'll do. After it's doesn'tseem fair on the rest of the men that I
baked, I'll be leaving it for you beside the should have the master baker and the clever-
road, behind the bank where you found me. est woman in the world all in one wife."
And what's more I'll put one there for you "Trade me off then for one of the ordinary
every single week's end from now on." kind," said his wife, laughing at him.
The thought of having one of the woman's "I'll not do it," said he. "I'm very well
cakes every week revived the fairies so that suited as I am."
they forgot they were all worn out. Or almost So that's the way the woman flummoxed
did. the fairies. A good thing she made out of it,
"I'll not be outdone!" cried the fairy king. too, for when the cake was baked and cooled
"For what you find in that same place shall be the woman took it up and put it behind the
your own!" fairy mound, as she had promised. And when
Then the woman picked up the pans of she set it down she saw there a little brown
batter, and the man tucked the bowls and bag. She took the bag up and opened it and
spoons and things under one arm and the looked within, and it was full of bright shin-
baby under the other. The fairy king raised an ing yellow gold pieces.
arm and the hill split open. Out they all And so it went, week after week. A cake for
walked, the woman with the pans of batter, the fairies, a bag of gold for the woman and
the man with the bowls and the babe, and the her husband. They never saw one of the
dog and cat at their heels. Down the road they fairies again, but the bargain never was bro-
walked and back to their own house, and ken and they grew rich by it. So of course they
never looked behind them. lived, as why should they not, happily ever
When they got back to their home the after.
Spain
well as any common fellow. Best of all he The Infanta, whose name was Isabel, but
loved a riddle. who was called Belita for
convenience,
One day he was being dressed by his cham- learned to dance with Felipa very prettily;
berlain. As the royal doublet was being and the King himself composed a rhyme to go
slipped over the royal head, a flea jumped with the riddle. Whenever a suitor came
from the safe hiding-place of the stiff lace courting, the Infanta would dance and when
ruff. He landed directly upon the King. she had finished, the King would recite:
Quicker than half a wink the King clapped
his hand over the flea and began to laugh. "Belita Felipa they dance well togeth-
"Por Dios, a flea! Who ever heard of a King of er
Spain having a flea? It is monstrous it is Belita Felipa; now answer me whether
delicious! We must not treat her lightly, this You know this Felipa this animalita.
flea. You perceive, My Lord Chamberlain, If you answer right, then you marry Belita."
that having jumped on the royal person, she
has now become a royal flea. Consider what Princes and dukes came from Spain and
we shall do with her." Portugal, France and Italy. They were not
But the chamberlain was a man of little dull-witted like the chamberlain and they saw
wit. He could clothe the King's body but he through the joke. The King was riddling
could not add one ribbon or one button to the about the tambourine. It was made from
King's imagination. "I have it!" said the King parchment and they knew perfectly well
at last, exploding again into laughter. "We where parchment came from. So a prince
will pasture out this flea in a great cage would answer: "A goat, Your Majesty." And
large enough for a goat an ox an ele- a duke would answer: "A sheep, Your
phant. She shall be fed enormously. When Majesty" each sure he was right. And the
she is of a proper size I will have her killed Infanta would run away laughing and the
and her skin made into a tambourine. The King would roar with delight and shout:
Infanta, daughter, shall dance to it. We
my "Wrong again!"
will make a
fine riddle out of it. Whichever But after a while the King got tired of this
suitor that comes courting her who can an- sheep and goat business. He wanted the rid-
swer the riddle shall marry with her. There is dle guessed; he wanted the Infanta mar-
a royal joke worthy of a King! Eh, my Lord ried. So he sent forth a command that the
Chamberlain? And we will call the flea next suitor who failed to guess the riddle
Felipa." should be hung and short work made of it,
In his secret heart the chamberlain too.
thought the King quite mad; but all he an- That put a stop to the princes and dukes.
swered was: "Very good, Your Majesty," and But far up in the Castilian highlands a shep-
went out to see that proper pasturage was herd heard about it. He was young, but not
provided for Felipa. very clever. He thought it would be a fine
At the end of a fortnight the flea was as thing for a shepherd to marry an Infanta, so
large as a rat. At the end of a month she was he said to his younger brother: "Manuelito
as lai ge as a cat who might have eaten that you shall mind the sheep and goats; I will go
rat. At the end of a second month she was the to the King's palace."
size of a dog who might have chased that cat. But his mother said: "Son, you are a tonto.
At the end of three months she was the size of How should you guess a riddle when you
a call. cannot read or write, and those who can have
Th King ordered Felipa killed. The skin
-; failed? Stay at home and save yourself a
was tretched, dried, beaten until it was as
;
hanging."
soft, is fine, as silk. Then it was made into Having once made up his mind, nothing
a ta nbourine, with brass clappers and would stop him not even fear. So his moth-
ribbo is the finest tambourine in all er baked him a tortilla to carry with him,
of Sp dn. gave him her blessing and let him go.
392 THE ORAL TRADITION
He hadn't gone far when he was stopped by where I can enjoy being alive for a little
a black ant. "Senor Pastor," she cried,
little moment longer."
"give me a ride to the King's court in your "What is the riddle?"
pocket." "I have heard that it has to do with some-
"La Hormiguita, you cannot ride in thing called Felipa that dances, whoever she
my pocket. There is a tortilla there which I may be."
shall have for my breakfast. Your feet are "Go on and we will help you. Hurry, hurry,
dirty from walking, and you will tramp all it ishot in your pouch."
over it." So the shepherd climbed the palace steps,
I will dust off my feet on the grass
"See, asked for the King and said that he had come
here and promise not to step once on the to answer the riddle.
tortilla." The guard passed him on to the footman,
So the shepherd put the ant into his shep- saying, "Pobrecito!"
herd pouch and tramped on. Soon he encoun- The footman passed him on to the lackey,
tered a black beetle who said: "Senor saying, "Pobrecito!"
Pastor give me a ride to the King's court in The lackey passed him on to the court
your pocket." chamberlain, saying, "Pobrecito!" And it was
"El Escarabajo, you cannot ride in my his business to present him to the King.
pouch. There is a tortilla there which I shall The King shook his head when he saw the
presently have for my breakfast and who shepherd-staff in his hand and the shepherd-
wants a black beetle tramping all over his pouch hanging from his belt, and he said: "A
breakfast!" shepherd's life is better than no life at all.
"I will fasten my claws into the side of your Better go back to your flocks."
pouch and not go near the tortilla." But the shepherd was as rich in stubborn-
So the shepherd took up the beetle and ness as he was poor in learning. He insisted
carried him along. He hadn't gone far when he must answer the riddle. So the Infanta
he came up with a little gray mouse who came and danced with the tambourine and
cried: "Senor Pastor, give me a ride to the the King laughed and said his rhyme:
King's court in your pouch." "Belita Felipa they dance well togeth-
But the shepherd shook his head. "Raton- er
perez, you are too clumsy and I don't like the Belita Felipa; now answer me whether
flavor of your breath. It will spoil my tortilla You know this Felipa this animalita.
that I intend to have for my breakfast." If you answer right, then you marry Belita."
"Why not eat the tortilla now and then the
breakfast will be over and done with," and The shepherd strode over and took the tam-
Ratonperez said it so gently, so coaxingly, bourine from the hand of the Infanta. He felt
that the shepherd thought it was a splendid the skin carefully, carefully. To himself he
idea. He sat down and ate it. He gave a little said: "I know sheep and I know goats; and it
was haunted. There was no living soul with- unsaddled his donkey and set him to graze on
in its walls, and yet on almost every night the short grass of the deserted courtyard.
in the year a thin, sad voice moaned and Then he carried his food and his faggots into
wept and wailed through the huge, empty the great hall. It was dark as pitch there. Bats
rooms. And on All Hallows' Eve a ghostly beat their soft wings in his face, and the air
light appeared in the chimney, a light that felt cold and musty. He lost no time in piling
flared and died and flared again against the some of his faggots in one corner of the huge
dark sky. stone fireplace and in lighting them. As the
Learned doctors and brave adventurers red and golden flames leaped up the chimney
had tried to exorcise the ghost. And the next Esteban rubbed his hands. Then he settled
morning they had been found in the great hall himself comfortably on the hearth.
of the Castle, sitting lifeless before the empty "That is the thing to keep off both cold and
fireplace. fear," he said.
Nowone day in late October there came to Carefully slicing some bacon he laid it in
the village that nestled around the Cas-
little the pan and set it over the flames. How good it
tle walls a brave and jolly tinker whose name smelled! And how cheerful the sound of its
was Esteban. And while he sat in the market crisp sizzling!
place mending the pots and pans the good He had just lifted his flask to take a deep
wives told him about the haunted Castle. It drink of the good wine when down the chim-
was All Hallows' Eve, they said, and if he ney there came a voice a thin, sad voice
would wait until nightfall he could see the and "Ok me!" it wailed, "Oh me! Oh me!"
strange, ghostly light flare up from the chim- Esteban swallowed the wine and set the
ney. He might, if he dared go near enough, flask carefully down beside him.
hear the thin, sad voice echo through the "Not a very cheerful greeting, my friend,"
silent rooms. he said, as he moved the bacon on the pan so
"If I dare!" Esteban repeated scornfully. that it should be equally brown in all its parts.
"You must know, good wives, that I "But bearable to a man who is used to the
Esteban fear nothing, neither ghost nor hu- braying of his donkey."
man. I will gladly sleep in the Castle tonight, And "Oh me!" sobbed the voice. "Oh me!
and keep this dismal spirit company." Oh me!"
The good wives looked at him in amaze- Esteban bacon carefully from the
lifted the
ment. Did Esteban know that if he succeeded hot fat and laid on a bit of brown paper to
it
in banishing the ghost the owner of the Castle drain. Then he broke an egg into the frying
would give him a thousand gold reales? pan. As he gently shook the pan so that the
Esteban chuckled. If that was how matters edges of his egg should be crisp and brown
stood, he would go to the Castle at nightfall and the yolk soft, the voice came again. Only
and do his best to get rid of the thing that this time it was shrill and frightened.
haunted it. But he was a man who liked "Look out below," it called. "I'm falling."
plenty to eat and drink and a fire to keep "All right," answered Esteban, "only don't
him company. They must bring to him a fall into the frying pan."
load of faggots, a side of bacon, a flask of With that there was a thump, and there on
wine, a dozen fresh eggs and a frying pan. the hearth lay a man's leg! It was a good leg
This the good wives gladly did. And as the enough and it was clothed in the half of a pair
dusk fell, Esteban loaded these things on of brown corduroy trousers.
the donkey's back and set out for the Castle. Esteban ate his egg, a piece of bacon and
And you may be very sure that not one of the drank again from the flask of wine. The wind
village people went very far along the way howled around the Castle and the rain beat
with him! against the windows.
It was a dark night with a chill wind blow- Then, "Look out below," called the voice
ing and a hint of rain in the air. Esteban sharply. "I'm falling!"
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There was a thump, and on the hearth Esteban replied coolly. And he turned back to
there lay a second leg, just like the first! his frying pan.
Esteban moved it away from the fire and "Wait a minute!" pleaded the ghost. "If you
piled on more faggots. Then he warmed the will help me a bit more, you will save my soul
fat in the frying pan and broke into it a second and get me into the Kingdom of Heaven. Out
egg. in the courtyard, under a cypress tree, there
And, "Look out below!" roared the voice. are buried three bags one of copper coins,
And now it was no longer thin, but strong and one of silver coins, and one of gold coins. I
lusty."Look out below! I'm falling!" stole them from some thieves and brought
"Fall away," Esteban answered cheerfully. them here to the Castle to hide. But no sooner
"Only don't spill my egg." did I have them buried than the thieves over-
There was a thump, heavier than the first took me, murdered me and cut my body into
two, and on the hearth there lay a trunk. It pieces. But they did not find the coins. Now
was clothed in a blue shirt, and a brown you come with me and dig them up. Give the
corduroy coat. copper coins to the Church, the silver coins to
Esteban was eating his third egg and the the poor, and keep the gold coins for yourself.
cooked bacon when the voice called
last of the Then I will have expiated my sins and can go
again, and down fell first one arm and then to the Kingdom of Heaven."
the other. This suited Esteban. So he went out into
"Now," thought Esteban, as he put the the courtyard with the ghost. And you should
pan on the fire and began to cook more
frying have heard how the donkey brayed when he
bacon. "Now there is only the head. I confess saw them!
that am rather curious to see the head."
I When they reached the cypress tree in a
And: "LOOK OUT BELOW!" thundered corner of the courtyard: "Dig," said the ghost.
the voice. "I'M FALLING FALLING!" "Dig yourself," answered Esteban.
And down the chimney there came tum- So the ghost dug, and after a time the three
bling a head! bags of money appeared.
It was a good head enough, with thick "Now will you promise to do just what I
black hair, a long black beard and dark eyes asked you to do?" asked the ghost.
that looked a little strained and anxious. Este- "Yes, I promise," Esteban answered.
ban's bacon was only half cooked. Neverthe- "Then," said the Ghost, "strip my garments
less, he removed the pan from the fire and from me."
laid it on the hearth. And it is a good thing This Esteban did, and instantly the ghost
that he did, because before his eyes the parts disappeared, leaving his clothes lying there
of the body joined together, and a living on the short grass of the courtyard. It went
man or his ghost stood before him! And straight up to Heaven and knocked on the
that was a sight that might have startled Gate. St. Peter opened it, and when the spirit
Esteban into burning his fingers with the explained that he had expiated his sins, gave
bacor. fat. him a cordial welcome.
"Good evening," said Esteban. "Will you Esteban carried the coins into the great
have an egg and a bit of bacon?" hall of the castle, fried and ate another egg
"No, I want no food," the ghost answered. and then went peacefully to sleep before the
right here and now.
"But I will tell you this, fire.
You ;ire the only man, out of all those who The next morning when the village people
have come to the Castle, to stay here until I came to carry away Esteban's body, they
could get my body together again. The others found him making an omelette out of the last
died af sheer fright before I was half fin- of the fresh eggs.
"
ished "Are you alive?" they gasped.
"That is because they did not have sense "I am," Esteban answered. "And the food
enou;;h to bring food and fire with them," and the faggots lasted through very nicely.
396 THE ORAL TRADITION
Visigoths. L. R. Muirhead, in his guide book sitive nose to the keyhole. He could learn
Southern Spain and Portugal (Macmillan, 1929), more through his nose than many people can
describes early stone carvings that depict the pig. learn through their ears and eyes.
He suggests that these carvings stem from the "It is Antonio, the stable-boy from the Gen-
which was
original Iberic stock, Celtic, in a time eral's."
predating Moors and Romans. "Come in, come in," invited the Padre,
Padre Porko is thoroughly Spanish now, what- seating himself again, and taking out his
ever his origin. Sehor Don Padre Porko the pipe.
special friend of orphans and animals, a benevo- The door opened and a dripping figure
lent spirit, to whom people entrust their hope of stepped inside. Very politely he waited on the
good fortune. "We'll leave it to Padre Porko," door-mat, his cap in his hand.
they say. Robert Davis, a gifted American news- "Your Honor will please to excuse me for
paper correspondent, had these tales direct from coming so late," he said. "But it was only
the mouth of a native storyteller, during an tonight that the General said he would send
assignment in Spain. The book from which this me away in disgrace. My Grandmother told
story taken is one of the most endearing in
is me that Your Honor is the Godfather of all
format, with its definitive illustrations by Fritz Spanish boys who do not have real fathers, so
Eichenberg. [From Robert Davis, Padre Porko, the you will please to excuse my coming."
Gentlemanly Pig (Holiday House, 1939).] The Padre was reaching up for the red
apple. "She told you the truth, Antonio. You
It was a misty-moisty evening. The drops of sit here and eat this apple, while I put tobacco
rain fell from the with a
tips of the leaves, in my pipe." With a skillful movement of his
"plop," into the puddles underneath. The left hind foot the Padre kicked dry branches
wind blew the branches of the umbrella pine upon the fire.
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"Anddon't be in any hurry, Antionio. Take "Indeed you can, Mrs. Furrynose," said the
all the time you need. Tell me the very worst. Padre with enthusiasm. "We animals are
Whatever the trouble, we can put it right." going to do what none of the veterinary pro-
"It is about the white horse," Antonio be- fessors knew how to do. Listen carefully. Of
gan, "the fat, white one, that the General all the rats in this town which one has the
rides in parades, at the head of his soldiers. strongest teeth?" Other heads had joined
He can't walk. It is his left front hoof." The Mother Furrynose at the opening, and now
boy gulped it out in a single breath. they all answered in a single unanimous
"They say that it is my fault, that I made squeak, "Uncle Israel, down at the flour-
him fall when I rode him for exercise. But it's mill."
not true. I always go slowly, and turn corners "Good," said the Padre. "And now, Mrs.
at a walk." Furrynose, I want you to listen once more.
"Let's go and see," said the Padre, going to Will you send your oldest boy for Uncle Israel
the closet for his rubber coat. "And here's a right away? Tell him that Padre Porko needs
cape for you to put around your shoulders." allthe husky boy and girl rats in this town at
Once at the General's, the Padre and Anto- the General's stable in half-an-hour."
nio hung their wet things in the harness-room Before the Padre had finished his request,
and unhooked the door of the box stall where a sleek rat was out of the hole and running
the white horse lived. He was a superb ani- toward the door. "You can count on us,
mal, but he stood with one front foot off the Chief," he called.
floor. Hardly ten minutes had passed when a
"Excuse me, Your Excellency, but can you peculiar noise was heard outside the stable. It
tellme the cause of Your Excellency's lame- was like the wind blowing the dry leaves in
ness?" October. It was a rustling, a bustling, a
The great beast pricked up his ears. "The scratching, a scraping, a marching of count-
cause of it!" he snorted. "Why a three-day-old less feet. Uncle Israel entered at the head of
colt would know that much, and yet these his tribe. He was an old-fashioned Quaker
stupid doctors and professors have been pes- rat, gray and gaunt, and the size of a half-
tering me for two weeks. A wire nail has gone grown kitten. When he smiled he showed his
into the tender center of my foot. It has no remarkable teeth, sharp as razors and the
head. You cannot see it. The idiots, and they color of ivory. He motioned to his brown-
pretend to know
much."so coated army and they lined up in rows around
"I thought as much," murmured the Padre, the wall, watching him and the Padre with
sympathetically. "And will Your Excellency shoe-button eyes.
co-operate with us, if we try to get the nail "I'm not so strong as I used to be," apolo-
"It can't hurt more than my hoof aches ing how strong he was. The white horse and
right now. Go ahead," said the horse. Antonio admired Uncle Israel's teeth. And all
"We must uncover the end of the nail so of hisnephews and nieces and grandchildren
that Uncle Israel can grip it in his beautiful were so proud of him that they kissed him on
teeth. Please bend back your foot." both whiskers. Padre Porko kept repeating,
The General's horse rested his foot on the "I'm proud of you. Great work! I always say
straw, with the under side showing, and that we animals can do anything, if we will
Uncle one paw on either edge
Israel, placing work together."
of the tender V, began to gnaw, his teeth "But it was the General's horse who
cutting in like a machine. Presently he sat up, brought the evening to its perfect close. He
squeaking excitedly. "I have it. It's right whinnied into the Padre's ear, "Please trans-
there. It's like a piece of wire. But I can get a late to Antonio that if he will unlock the oat
good hold on it. What next, Padre?" box I'm sure our friends would enjoy a light
"Antonio," ordered the Padre, "bring the lunch. The General himself would be the first
halters that hang in the harness room, and tie to propose it. He will be very thankful when
the ropes one to the other. And you, Uncle he visits the stable tomorrow and finds me
Israel, slip your head through this loop in the trotting on four legs."
leather. We will run the long rope out across Mrs. Furrynose and Uncle Israel had the
the stable floor so that everyone can find a young people sit in circles of ten, while Anto-
hold. Take your time, Uncle Israel, every- nio passed the refreshments, pouring a little
thing depends upon your teeth. When you are pile of oats in the center of each circle. Over
ready for us to pull, wiggle your tail." three hundred guests were served but then-
Things worked like clock-work. Uncle Isra- table manners were excellent. No one
el held on. Three hundred young rats strained snatched or grabbed, or gobbled his food.
and pulled on the rope. The General's horse Everyone said, "If you please," and "Thank
winced with the pain. The Padre walked up you," and "Excuse me for talking when my
and down like a captain in a battle. But the mouth is full."
nail in the foot of the white horse did not When the crunching was at its height,
budge. Uncle Israel made a speech. "Padre Porko,
Padre Porko had an idea. "Widow Furry- Your Excellency, and friends, relatives and
nose, what would give you the most pleasure neighbors, this is a proud and happy night for
in the world?" me. In all my life my teeth never did such
The lady replied quickly. "To bury that good work before. They helped this noble
deceitful black cat up at the miller's." Every- white horse, and they enabled us rats to aid
body sat up and clapped his paws. the Padre in one of his kind acts. But, also,
"Well, young people," said the Padre, tonight, my teeth brought me to the attention
"think that you are pulling the hearse to the of a lovely lady, Madame Furrynose, and I am
graveyard, and that the miller's black cat is in delighted to say that she will not be a widow
it.Wouldn't you manage to get that hearse to much longer. One and ah you are invited to
1
the graveyard? Pull like that." the wedding, which will be held next Sunday
The floor of the barn seemed alive. It was a afternoon in the flour-mill, while the miller is
rippling, gray-brown carpet of straining small at church. And the Padre Porko has promised
bodies. The teeth of Uncle Israel were locked to send word to all dogs and cats of the town
in a death grip. Padre Porko walked back and that none of our guests are to be caught while
forth, singing, "Horrible cat, get her buried, going, coming or at the party." A hurricane of
haul the hearse." cheers and clapping followed the speech.
And, inch by inch, a long, thin, villainous The pink nose of the white horse pushed
nail came out of the horse's foot. through the window of his stall, and the
Then what a racket! Everyone was squirm- merrymakers looked up. "May I, too, offer a
ing, and squeaking, and jumping and rolling wedding present to these worthy friends?
over, and tickling and nipping tails, and tell- Every night I will leave a handful of grain in
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the corner of my manger. They will find it horse was stamping with the foot that had
there for their midnight lunch. A wedded pair been lame. Queerer still, the grain box was
with such polite manners can be trusted not open and half the oats were gone. And what
to disturb the repose of a hard-working old was the meaning of the four halter ropes tied
horse." together?
The morning sun crept along the stable These are questions which Antonio never
wall until it shone directly upon the sleeping could answer. But when he told this story to
Antonio. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. How his children, he was no longer a stable boy.
did it happen that he was not in his bed, but in He was the head trainer of all the General's
the box stall of the General's horse? And the racing horses.
Italy
The Priceless Cats So time went by, with these two buying and
selling,working and growing.
This is an Italian variation of the story Dick Came a day when Giovanni, the good mer-
Whittington and His Cat, which the collector chant, set out on a far journey to trade for
heard many years ago in Perugia. The surprising spices, which were much sought after in
new ending adds a piquant touch to the old tale. Europe then.
[From M. A. Jagendorf, The Priceless Cats and He loaded his vessels with toys and corals
Other Italian Folk Stories (Vanguard, 1956).] and silks and beautiful glassware to ex-
change for pepper and cinnamon and vanilla
Among the ancient Romans there was a prov- and curries and other scented spices that
erb that those who are greedy never have grew on the islands far away.
enough, and since the Romans were Italians, He sailed for days and weeks and then
the proverb still holds true. In the golden city came to the rich East, where he traded from
of Venice they tell a tale that proves this island to island, with benefit to himself and
time-old saying. satisfaction to the islanders.
There lived in that city by the sea two One sparkling morning he came to a harbor
merchants who were neighbors. Both were thatwas as still as a graveyard, with masts
rich. Both had grand palaces on the green, hanging like tombstones. The streets and the
shimmering canal, with proud gondolas tied markets were quiet as the night.
to cinnabar- and-yellow-striped poles. And The merchant and some of his men walked
both had lovely young children who were about disturbed by their own footsteps.
friendly and played with one another. As for Where were the hustling and bustling towns-
the Merchants, one was as different from the people dressed in colorful clothes? Where
other as a black pebble from a shining ruby. were the smells of spices and the cries of
One was hard and sharp and greedy, want- vendors that usually filled the air of a busy
ing whatever he saw, whether he needed it or
\
city?
not, while the other was generous and good, Finally the traders from Venice met two
wort ing to help not only himself but others as men who took them before the King. The
well. The two merchants knew each other ruler sat on his throne with a sorrowful face
and >poke each other, but when it came
to and head bowed low. Courtiers stood around,
to business, Mr. Greedy- Wolf was wary no different from the King.
and watchful, not trusting anyone not "Can we trade with your people, Your Maj-
even himself. esty?" the Venetian merchant said. "We have
400 THE ORAL TRADITION
King and counsellors thought this a splen- first few days he was full of fury and hatred,
did and wise suggestion. A cage of solid gold and not a man could speak to him. Then, little
was nade, and the King himself chose as the by little, he began to see how fate had played
proper gift the two prettiest and most playful a joke on him that he could not change with
kitte is that could be found. all his riches and all his power. And, slowly,
Tr en the King set a day for the great royal like the trickle of a single crystal drop of
audience to present the merchant with his water, he began to think that perhaps jeal-
reward. All the counsellors came, and as ousy and greed were the wrong seeds for the
man / people as the room could hold, and then flowers he wanted in life.
the nerchant appeared before the King. He He never said a word to anyone in Venice
came with light steps and greedy thoughts, about what had happened, but it was noticed
thinling of the riches he would reap now that he acted more kindly toward people, and
richt s that would surely be greater than those that he no longer raced so wildly after gold
Don Giovanni had received. and riches as he had done before.
THE ORAL TRADITION
Russia
Vasilissa the Fair with him of girls (with dowries); more than
all others, a certain widow took his fancy. She
W. R. S. Ralston, English scholar of Russian cul- was middle-aged, and had a couple of daugh-
ture and lifelong friend of Turgenev, called this ters of her own, just about the same age as
story "one of the best folktales know." The
I Vasilissa. She must needs be both a good
Russian original includes an anticlimactic ending housekeeper and an experienced mother.
that takes Vasilissa into town and has her weaving Well, the merchant married the widow, but
cloth of such fineness that she eventually reaches he had deceived himself, for he did not find in
the attention of the king, who falls desperately in her a kind mother for his Vasilissa. Vasilissa
love with her. Ralston prefers his earlier ending, was the prettiest girl in all the village; but her
feeling that what follows in the Russian is of stepmother and stepsisters were jealous of
lesser dramatic interest. her beauty, and tormented her with every
In traveling through Russia, Ralston was im- possible sort of toil, in order that she might
pressed with the similarity of the children to grow thin from over- work, and be tanned by
those he had left behind in England. This link the sun and the wind. Her life was made a
between the two countries led him to venture: burden to her! Vasilissa bore everything with
"One touch of storytelling may in some instances resignation, and every day grew plumper and
make the whole world kin." Taken from the prettier, while the stepmother and her daugh-
collections published by Afanasyev, this story (IV, ters lost flesh and fell off in appearance from
No. 44) does bear a resemblance to the Cinderel- the effects of their own spite, notwithstand-
la motif found in many lands. [From W. R. S. ing that they always sat with folded hands
Ralston, Russian Folktales, (Smith, Elder, & Co., like fine ladies.
London, 1873).] But how did that come about? Why, it was
her doll that helped Vasilissa. If it hadn't
In a certain kingdom there lived a merchant. been for it, however could the girl have got
Twelve years did he live as a married man, through all her work? And therefore it was
but he had only one child, Vasilissa the Fair. that Vasilissa would never eat all her share of
When her mother died, the girl was eight a meal, but always kept the most delicate
years old. And on her deathbed the mer- morsel for her doll; and at night, when all
chant's wife called her little daughter to her, were at rest, she would shut herself up in the
took out from under the bed-clothes a doll, narrow chamber in which she slept, and feast
gave it to her, and said, "Listen, Vasilissa, her doll, saying the while:
dear; remember and obey these last words of "There, dolly, feed; help me in my need! I
mine. I am going to die. And now, together live in my father's house, but never know
with my parental blessing, I bequeath to you what pleasure is; my evil stepmother tries to
this doll. Keep it always by you, and never drive me out of the white world; teach me
show it to anybody; and whenever any mis- how to keep alive, and what I ought to do."
fortune comes upon you, give the doll food, Then the doll would eat, and afterwards
and ask its advice. When it has fed, it will tell give her advice, and comfort her in her sor-
you a cure for your troubles." Then the moth- row, and next day it would do all Vasilissa's
er kissed her child and died. work She had only to take her ease in
for her.
After his wife's death, the merchant a shady place and pluck flowers, and yet all
mourned for her a befitting time, and then her work was done in good time; the beds
began to consider about marrying again. He were weeded, and the pails were filled, and
was a man of means. It wasn't a question the cabbages were watered, and the stove
FOLKTALES 403
was heated. Moreover, the doll showed Vasi- "My pins give me light enough," said the
lissaherbs which prevented her from getting one who was making lace. "I shan't go."
sunburnt. Happily did she and her doll live "And I shan't go, either," said the one who
together. was knitting socks. "My knitting-needles give
Several years went by. Vasilissa grew up me light enough."
and became old enough to be married. All the "Vasilissa, you must go for the light," they
marriageable young men in the town sent to both cried out together; "be off to the Baba
make an offer to Vasilissa; at her stepmoth- Yaga's!"
er's daughters not a soul would so much as And they pushed Vasilissa out of the room.
look.Her stepmother grew even more savage Vasilissa went into her little closet, set
than before, and replied to every suitor before the doll a supper which she had provid-
"We won't let the younger marry before her ed beforehand, and said:
elders." "Now, dolly, feed, and listen to my need!
And after the suitors had been packed off, I'm sent to the Baba Yaga's for a light. The
she used to beat Vasilissa by way of wreaking Baba Yaga will eat me!"
her spite. The doll fed, and its eyes began to glow just
Well, it happened one day that the mer- like a couple of candles.
chant had to go away from home on business "Never fear, Vasilissa dear!" it said. "Go
for a long time. Thereupon the stepmother where you're sent. Only take care to keep me
went to live in another house; and near that always by you. As long as I'm with you, no
house was a dense forest, and in a clearing in harm will come to you at the Baba Yaga's."
that forest there stood a hut, and in the hut So Vasilissa got ready, put her doll in her
there lived a Baba Yaga. She never let anyone pocket, crossed herself, and went out into the
come near her dwelling, and she ate up peo- thick forest.
ple like so many chickens. As she walks she trembles. Suddenly a
Having moved into the new abode, the horseman gallops by. He is white, and he is
merchant's wife kept sending her hated Vasi- dressed in white, under him is a white horse,
lissa into the forest on one pretense or anoth- and the trappings of the horse are white
er. But the girl always got home safe and and the day begins to break.
sound; the doll used to show her the way, and She goes a little further, and a second rider
never let her go near the Baba Yaga's dwell- gallops by. He is red, dressed in red, and
ing. sitting on a red horse and the sun rises.
The autumn season arrived. One evening Vasilissa went on walking all night and all
the stepmother gave out their work to the next day. It was only towards the evening
three girls; one she set to lace-making, anoth- that she reached the clearing on which stood
er to knitting socks, and the third, Vasilissa, the dwelling of the Baba Yaga. The fence
to weaving; and each of them had her alloted around it was made of dead men's bones; on
amount to do. By-and-by she put out the lights the top of the fence were stuck human skulls
in the house, leaving only one candle alight with eyes in them; instead of uprights at the
where the girls were working, and then she gates were men's legs; instead of bolts were
went to bed. The girls worked and worked. arms; instead of a lock was a mouth with
Pres< ntly the candle wanted snuffing; one of sharp teeth.
the s :epdaughters took the snuffers, as if she Vasilissa was frightened out of her wits,
were going to clear the wick, but instead of and stood still as if rooted to the ground.
doin^ so, in obedience to her mother's orders, Suddenly there rode past another horse-
she snuffed the candle out, pretending to do man. He was black, dressed all in black, and
so by accident. on a black horse. He galloped up to the Baba
"What shall we do now?" said the girls. Yaga's gate and disappeared, just as if he had
"The -e a spark of fire in the house, and
isn't sunk through the ground and night fell. But
our t isks are not yet done. We must go to the the darkness did not last long. The eyes of all
Baba Yaga's for a light!" the skulls on the fence began to shine, and
404 THE ORAL TRADITION
the whole clearing became as bright as if it go to the corn-bin, take out four quarters of
had been midday. Vasilissa shuddered with wheat, and clear it of other seed. And mind
fear, but stopped where she was, not knowing you have it all done if you don't, I shall eat
which way to run. you!"
Soon there was heard in the forest a terri- After giving these orders the Baba Yaga
ble roar. The trees cracked, the dry leaves began to snore. But Vasillissa set the rem-
rustled; out of the forest came the Baba Yaga, nants of the hag's supper before her doll,
riding in a mortar, urging it on with a pestle, burst into tears, and said:
sweeping away her traces with a broom. Up "Now, dolly, feed, listen to my need! The
she drove to the gate, stopped short, and, Baba Yaga has set me a heavy task, and
snuffing the air around her, cried: threatens to eat me if I don't do it all. Do help
"Faugh! Faugh! I smell Russian flesh!* me!"
Who's there?" The doll replied:
Vasilissa went up to the hag in a terrible "Never fear, Vasilissa the Fair! Sup, say
fright, bowed low before her, and said: your prayers, and go to bed. The morning is
"It's me, granny. My stepsisters have sent wiser than the evening!"
me to you for a light." Vasilissa awoke very early, but the Baba
"Very good," said the Baba Yaga; "I know Yaga was already up. She looked out of win-
them. If you'll stop awhile with me first, and dow. The light in the skulls' eyes was going
do some work for me, I'll give you alight. But out. All of a sudden there appeared the white
if you won't, I'll eat you!" horseman, and all was light. The Baba Yaga
Then she turned to the gates, and cried: went out into the courtyard and whistled
"Ho, thou firm fence of mine, be thou before her appeared a mortar with a pestle
divided! And ye, wide gates of mine, do ye fly and a broom. The red horseman appeared
open!" the sun rose. The Baba Yaga seated herself in
The gates opened, and the Baba Yaga the mortar, and drove out of the courtyard,
drove in, whistling as she went, and after her shooting herself along with the pestle, sweep-
followed Vasilissa; and then everything shut ing away her traces with the broom.
to again. When they entered the sitting-room, Vasilissa was left alone, so she examined
the Baba Yaga stretched herself out at full the Baba Yaga's house, wondered at the
length,and said to Vasilissa: abundance there was in everything, and re-
"Fetch out what there is in the oven; I'm mained lost in thought as to which work she
hungry." ought to take to first. She looked up; all the
Vasilissa lighted a splinter at one of the work was done already. The doll had cleared
skulls which were on the fence, and began the wheat to the very last grain.
fetching meat from the oven and setting it "Ah, my preserver!" cried Vasilissa,
before theBaba Yaga; and meat enough had "you've saved me from danger!"
been provided for a dozen people. Then she "All you've got to do now is to cook the
fetched from the cellar kvass, mead, beer, dinner," answered the doll, slipping into Vasi-
and wine. The hag ate up everything, drank lissa's pocket. "Cook away, in God's name,
up everything. All she left for Vasilissa was a and then take some rest for your health's
few scraps a crust of bread and a morsel of sake!"
sucking-pig. Then the Baba Yaga lay down to Towards evening Vasilissa got the table
sleep, saying: ready, and awaited the Baba Yaga. It began
"When I go out to-morrow morning, mind to grow dusky; the black rider appeared for a
you cleanse the courtyard, sweep the room, moment at the gate, and all grew dark. Only
cook the dinner, and get the linen ready. Then the eyes of the skulls sent forth their light.
The trees began to crack, the leaves began to
rustle, up drove the Baba Yaga. Vasilissa
*"Phu, Phu! there is a Russian smell!" the
equivalent of our own "Fee, faw, fum, I smell the
went out to meet her.
blood of an Englishman!" "Is everything done?" asks the Yaga.
FOLKTALES 405
"Please to look for yourself, granny!" says "Afterwards there passed me another rid-
Vasilissa. er, on a red horse; red himself, and all in red
The Baba Yaga examined everything, was clothes. Who was he?"
vexed that there was nothing to be angry "That was my red Sun!" answered the
about, and said: Baba Yaga.
"Well, well! very good!" "And who may be the black rider, granny,
Afterwards she cried: who passed by me just at your gate?"
"My trusty servants, zealous friends, grind "That was my dark Night; they are all
this my
wheat!" trusty servants of mine."
There appeared three pairs of hands, Vasilissa thought of the three pairs of
which gathered up the wheat, and carried it hands, but held her peace.
out of sight. The Baba Yaga supped, went to "Why don't you go on asking?" said the
bed, and again gave her orders to Vasilissa: Baba Yaga.
"Do just the same to-morrow as to-day; "That's enough for me, granny. You said
only besides that take out of the bin the poppy yourself, 'Get too much to know, old you'll
seed that is there, and clean the earth off it grow!'"
grain by grain. Some one or other, you see, "It's just as well," said the Baba Yaga,
has mixed a lot of earth with it out of spite." "that you've only asked about what you saw
Having said this, the hag turned to the wall out of doors, not indoors! In my house I hate
and began to snore, and Vasilissa took to having dirt carried out of doors; and as to over
feeding her doll. The doll fed, and then said to inquisitive people well, I eat them. Now I'll
her what it had said the day before: ask you something. How is it you manage to
"Pray God, and go to sleep. The morning
to do the work I set you to do?"
is wiser than the evening. All shall be done, "My mother's blessing assists me," replied
Vasilissa dear!" Vasilissa.
The next morning the Baba Yaga again "Eh! eh! what's that? Get along out of my
drove out of the courtyard in her mortar, and house, you bless'd daughter. I don't want
Vasilissa and her doll immediately did all the bless'd people."
work. The hag returned, looked at everything, She dragged Vasilissa out of the room,
and cried, "My trusty servants, zealous pushed her outside the gates, took one of the
friends, press forth oil from the poppy seed!" skulls with blazing eyes from the fence, stuck
Three pairs of hands appeared, gathered it on a stick, gave it to her, and said:
up the poppy seed, and bore it out of sight. "Lay hold of that. It's a light you can take
The Baba Yaga sat down to dinner. She ate, to your stepsisters. That's what they sent you
but Vasilissa stood silently by. here for, I believe."
"Why don't you speak to me?" said the Home went Vasilissa at a run, lit by the
Baba Yaga; "there you stand like a dumb skull, which went out only at the approach of
creature!" the dawn; and at last, on the evening of the
"I didn't dare," answered Vasilissa; "but if second day, she reached home. When she
you give me leave, I should like to ask you came to the gate, she was going to throw
about something." away the skull.
"Ask away; only it isn't every question that "Surely," thinks she, "they can't be still in
bring good. 'Get much to know, and old soon
> want of a light at home." But suddenly a
you'll grow.'" hollow voice issued from the skull, saying:
"I only want to ask you, granny, about "Throw me not away. Carry me to your
some; hing I saw. As I was coming here, I was stepmother!"
passe 1 by one riding on a white horse; he was She looked at her stepmother's house, and
white himself, and dressed in white. Who was not seeing a light in a single window, she
he?" determined to take the skull in there with her.
"That was my bright Day!" answered the For the first time in her life she was cordially
Baba Yaga. received by her stepmother and stepsisters,
406 THE ORAL TRADITION
who told her that from the moment she went there was a biting frost and heavy snow, and
away they hadn't had a spark of fire in the he said to himself, "Why should I freeze
house. They couldn't strike a light themselves myself stiff to save a little worthless fodder?"
anyhow, and whenever they brought one in So, finding a warm corner, he lay down,
from a neighbor's, it went out as soon as it wrapped himself in his thick fur coat and
came into the room. went to sleep.
"Perhaps your light will keep in!" said the In the morning he saw that some of the hay
stepmother. So they carried the skull into had been stolen. He rolled himself well in the
the sitting-room. But the eyes of the skull snow, went home, and knocked at the door till
so glared at the stepmother and her his father let him in.
daughters shot forth such flames! They "Didst thou see the thief?" asked the peas-
would fain have hidden themselves, but run ant.
where they would, everywhere did the eyes "I heard him prowling not far off," an-
follow after them. By the morning they were swered Danilo; "but I shouted, and he dared
utterly burnt to cinders. Only Vasilissa was not come nearer. However, I have had a
none the worse. terrible night, thou mayst be sure! It was
bitter cold, and I am frozen to the marrow!"
His father praised him, calling him a good
son, and the next night sent his second son to
The Little Humpbacked Horse watch.
One of the
first things the reader notices in this So Gavrilo took his hatchet and his long
story the old-Russian atmosphere, not only in
is knife and went to the field. Now on this night
the names and such words as "versts," but in the it was raining, and he said to himself, "They
acts of the brothers. Ivan climbs on top of the say my brother is cleverer than I, but I am at
Russian stove to take a nap; the two older broth- least knowing enough to take care of myself;
ers kiss each other when they make a bargain; and why should I stand all night wet to the
and a head man who comes out with soldiers to skin for the sake of a little dried grass?" So,
disperse the crowd wears fur footgear. [From having found a sheltered spot, he lay down,
Post Wheeler, Russian Wonder 7a/es(Beechhurst covered himself with his warm cloak and
Press, 1946).] went to sleep.
In the morning he saw that more of the hay
Across the wide sea-ocean, on the further side had been stolen. He went to a brook, poured
of high mountains, beyond thick forests, in a water over his clothing so that it was
village that faced the sky, there once lived an drenched, went home, and knocked at the
old peasant who had three sons. The eldest, door till it was opened.
Danilo, was the most knowing lad in the "Didst thou see the thief?" asked his fa-
place; the second, Gavrilo, was neither clever ther.
nor dull; and the youngest, who was named "I did," Gavrilo answered, "and laid hold of
Ivan, was called a dullard, because while his his coat and gave him such a beating that he
brothers, after they had sowed their wheat will remember it. But the rascal tore away
and threshed it, drove to town and went and ran so fast that I could not catch him. But
merrymaking, he cared to do nothing but lie I have had a night for my pains, I can tell you !
in the corner on the stove and sleep. So the The rain poured every minute, and I am
whole neighborhood called him "Little Fool soaked to the bones!"
Ivan." His father praised him likewise, calling
Now one morning when the peasant went him a brave fellow till he was as proud as a
to his stack, he found to his dismay that cock with five hens, and the next evening
someone in the night had stolen some of the said to Little Fool Ivan: "Now, my son, it is
hay; so that evening he sent his eldest son to thy turn to watch, but thou art such a simple-
watch for the thief. ton thou canst not even keep the sparrows
Danilo, accordingly, took his ax and his from the peas. It will be small use for thee
hayfork and went to the field. On this night to go."
FOLKTALES 407
However, Little Fool Ivan climbed down Little Fool Ivan agreed. He rode the white
from the stove, put a crust of bread under his mare home, hid her in an empty shepherd's
coat and went whistling off to the field. He did corral, whose entrance he covered with a
not lie down as his brothers had done, but horse-cloth and went home and knocked at
went about the whole field, looking on every the door till his brothers let him in.
side; and when the moon rose he sat down When they saw him, they began to question
under a bush, counted the stars in the sky and him. "Well, no doubt thou didst see the thief!
ate his crust with good appetite. Perhaps thou didst even catch him! Tell us."
Suddenly, just at midnight, he heard the "To be sure I did," he replied. "I jumped on
neigh of a horse; and looking out from the the thief's back and laid hold of the villain's
bush he saw a wonderful mare, as white as tail and we ran a thousand versts or more. My
snow, with a golden mane curled in little neck was nearly broken in the end, and ye
rings. may believe I am tired!" So saying he climbed
"So," said Little Fool Ivan to himself, "thou on to the stove without taking off even his
art, then, the thief of our hay! Only come a bark sandals, and went to sleep, while his
little nearer, and I will be on thy back as tight brothers and his father roared with laughter
as a locust!" The mare came nearer and at the story, not a word of which, of course,
nearer and at last, choosing the right mo- they believed.
ment, Ivan leaped out, seized her tail and Little Fool Ivan kept the white mare hidden
jumped on to her back, wrong side before. from all other eyes. For three mornings he
The white mare's eyes darted forth light- rose at daybreak and let her out to roll on the
ning. She curled her neck like a snake, reared dewy meadow and on the fourth morning, he
on her hind legs and shot off like an arrow. went to the corral and found beside her, as
She raced over fields, she flew like a bird over she had promised, three colts. Two were most
ditches, she galloped like the wind along beautiful to see; they were of brown and gray,
mountains and dashed through thick forests. their eyes were like blue sapphires, their
But run as she would, and rear and snort as manes and tails were golden and curled in
she might, she could not throw off Little Fool little rings, and their hoofs were of diamond,
Ivan. He clung to her tail and stuck to her studded with pearls. But the third was a tiny
back like a burr. horse like a toy, with two humps on his back
At day was beginning to dawn,
last, just as and ears a foot long.
the mare stopped and, panting, spoke to him Ivan was overjoyed. He thanked the white
with a human voice. "Well, Ivan," said she, mare; and she, released, curled her neck like
"since thou canst sit me, it seems thou must a snake, reared on her hind legs and shot off
possess me. Take me home, and give me a like an arrow. Then he began to admire the
place to rest for three days. Only, each morn- three colts, especially the little humpbacked
ing just at sunrise, let me out to roll in the one which frisked like a dog about Ivan's
dew. And when the three days are up, I will knees, clapping his long ears together from
bear thee three such colts as were never playfulness and dancing up and down on his
heard of before. Two of them will be Tzar's little hoofs. He kept them hidden, as he had
horses, of brown and gray, and these thou the white mare, in the shepherd's corral,
mayst sell if thou choosest. But the third will letting them out each morning at sunrise to
be a little humpbacked stallion only three feet roll in the dew and spending many hours
high with ears a foot long and him thou shalt petting them, talking to them, currying their
neitl er sell for gold nor give as a gift to coats till they shone like silver and braiding
anyone whatsoever. So long as thou art in the their golden manes.
whit 3 world he shall be thy faithful servant. Time went on (but whether it was three
In w uter he will show thee how to be warm, weeks or three years that flew away matters
and vhen thou dost hunger he will show thee little, since one need not run after them) till it
whej e to find bread. In return for these three befell, one day, that his eldest
brother,
colts thou shalt release me and give me Danilo, who had been to town
for a holiday,
my f 'eedom." returned late at night and, missing his way in
408 THE ORAL TRADITION
the darkness, stumbled into the shepherd's lage secretly after nightfall, took the two fine
corral. Hearing a sound, he made a light horses out of the corral, and again set out for
and to his astonishment saw the three young the capital.
horses. Next morning, when Ivan came to the
"So-ho!" he thought. "Now I understand corral, he found to his grief that the beautiful
why Little Fool Ivan spends so much time in pair had vanished. There was left only the
this old corral!" He ran to the house and woke little humpbacked horse that was turning
his brother Gavrilo. "Come quickly," he said, round and round before him, capering, clap-
"and see what three horses our young idiot of ping his long ears together and dancing up
a brother has found for himself!" And Gavrilo and down for joy. Ivan began to weep salt
followed him as fast as he could, straight tears. "O my horses, brown and gray!" he
across a nettle field barefoot, since he did not cried; "my good steeds with golden manes!
wait to put on his boots. Did I not caress you enough? What wretch
When they came to the corral the two fine may he tumble through a bridge hath stol-
horses were neighing and snorting. Their en you away?"
eyes were burning like beautiful blue candles At this the humpbacked horse neighed and
and their curling gold manes and tails and spoke in a human voice: "Don't worry, little
their hoofs of diamond and pearls filled the master," he said. "It was thy brothers who
two brothers with envy. Each looked at them took them away, and I can take thee to them.
so long that he was nearly made blind of one Sit on my back and hold fast by my ears, and
eye. Then Danilo said: have a care not to fall off!" So Little Fool Ivan
"They say it takes a fool to find a treasure. sat on his back, holding up his feet lest they
But where in the white world could Little Fool drag on the ground, and laid hold of his ears;
Ivan have got these marvelous steeds? As for and the pony shook himself till his little mane
thee and me, brother, we might search our quivered, reared on his hind legs, snorted
heads off and we would find not even two three times and shot away like an arrow, so
roubles!" fast that the dust curled under his feet. And
"That is true," answered Gavrilo. "We almost before Ivan had time to take breath,
should have the horses, and not Little Fool he was versts away on the highroad to the
Ivan. Now I have an idea. Next week is the capital.
Fair at the capital. Many foreigners will come When his brothers saw Little Fool Ivan
in ships to buy linen and it is said that even coming afterthem like the wind, on his toy
Tzar Saltan will be there. Let us come here by horse, they knew not what to do. "For shame,
night and take the horses thither and sell ye rascals!" shouted he as he overtook them.
them. They will fetch a great price and we "Ye may be more clever than I, but I have
will divide it equally between us two. Thou never stolen your steeds!"
knowest what a good time we could have with "Our dear little brother!" said Danilo.
the money; and while we are slapping our full "There is little use denying. We took thy two
purses and enjoying ourselves, our dolt of an horses, but we did so with no thought of
Ivan will not be able to guess where his wrong to thee. As thou knowest, this has been
horses have gone visiting. What sayest thou! a poor season with our crops and a bad har-
Let us shake hands upon it." vest, and for despair I and Gavrilo have been
So the two brothers agreed, kissed each like to hang ourselves. When we came by
other, crossed themselves, and went home chance upon these two steeds, we considered
planning how to spend the money they should that thou hadst little knowledge of bargaining
get for the horses. and trading, and doubtless knew not their
When the next week came round, accord- worth, whereas we could get for them at least
ingly, they said a, prayer before the holy im- a thousand roubles at the Fair. With this
ages, asked their father's blessing, and de- money we could help our little father, as thou
parted to the Fair. When they had gone some wouldst wish; and we purposed to buy besides
distance, however, they returned to the vil- for thee a red cap and new boots with red
FOLKTALES 409
heels. So if we have erred, do thou forgive the royal stables. On the way, however, the
us." horses knocked the grooms down, bit to pieces
"Well," answered Little Fool Ivan, "thy the bridles, and ran neighing to Ivan.
words sound fair enough. If this was your Then the Tzar called him to his presence,
thought, go and sell my two horses, but I will and said: "It seems that my wonderful steeds
go with you." So, though they wished him will obey only thee.There is no help but that I
well strangled, the two brothers had no choice make thee Chief Equerry and Master of
my
but to take him with them, and thus they my Stables." And he ordered the crier at once
came to the capital. to proclaim the appointment. So Little Fool
Now when they reached the market-place Ivan called his brothers Danilo and Gavrilo,
where the traders were assembled, so won- gave to them the fifteen caps full of silver,
derful were the two steeds that the people and the five roubles beside, kissed them, bade
swarmed about them, buzzing like bees in a them not neglect their father but to care for
no one could pass either
hive, till for the press him in his old age, and led the two horses to
in or out, and there was great commotion. the royal stables, while a great throng of
Perceiving this, the head man sent a crier, people followed, watching the little hump-
who blew on a gold trumpet and shouted in a backed horse who went dancing after them
loud voice: "O merchants and buyers! crowd up the street.
not, but disperse one and all!" But they would The telling of a tale is quick but time itself
not move from the horses. Then the head man passes slowly. Five weeks went by, while
rode out himself in slippers and fur cap with a Ivan wore red robes, ate sweet food, and slept
body of soldiers, who cleared the way with his fill. Each morning at sunrise, he took the
their whips, so that he came to the middle of horses to roll in the dew on the open field and
the market and saw the horses with his own fed them with honey and white wheat until
eyes. their coats shone like satin. But the more the
"God's world is wonderful!" he cried, rub- Tzar praised him the more envious many in
bing his head. "What marvels doth it hold!" the Court were of him. As the saying is, one
And bidding the crier proclaim that no buyer need not be rich only so he have curly hair
should buy them, he rode to the Palace, came and is clever; and because Little Fool Ivan
to the presence of the Tzar, and told him of had succeeded so easily, people hated him,
them. and the one who hated him most was the
The Tzar could not sit still for curiosity. He officer who had been the Tzar's Master of
ordered his state carriage and rode at once to Horse before his coming. Each day this man
the market; and when he saw the horses, pondered how he might bring about Ivan's
tugging at their halters and gnawing their ruin, and at night he would creep to the
bits, with their eyes shining like sapphires, stables and lie hid in the wheat bins, hoping
their curling golden manes, and hoofs of dia- to catch his rival in some fault.
mond and pearls, he could not take his eyes When this failed, he went to all those Court
from them. He examined them on both sides, officials who were envious of the new favorite
called to them with caressing words, patted and bade them hang their heads and go about
their backs, and stroked their manes, and with sorrowful faces, promising, when the
asked who owned them. Tzar asked the cause, to tell him what would
"C Tzar's Majesty," said Little Fool Ivan, ruin Little Fool Ivan. They did so, and the
"I am their master." Tzar, noticing their sad looks, asked:
"What wilt thou take for them?" asked the "O Boyars, why are ye cast down and crest-
Tzar fallen?"
"Thrice five caps full of silver," answered Then he who had given this counsel stood
Ivan "and five roubles beside." and said: "O Tzar's Majesty! not for
forth,
"G3od," said the Tzar, and ordered the ourselves do we grieve, but we fear thy new
mon< y given him. Then ten grooms, with Master of the Stables is a wizard and an
gray ^iair and golden uniforms, led the pair to evil-doer and familiar with Black Magic. For
410 THE ORAL TRADITION
he doth boast openly that he could fetch thee, rivers, and sped along mountain ridges; and
if he chose, in addition to thy two wonderful after running without pause for a day and a
steeds, the fabled Pig with the Golden Bristles night, he stopped in a deep valley on the edge
and the Silver Tusks, with her twenty suck- of a dreary wood and said: "Little master, this
lings, who live in the hidden valley of the is the Land of the South, and in this valley
Land of the South." lives the Pig with the Golden Bristles. She
Hearing this, the Tzar was wroth. "Bring comes each day to root in this forest. Take
before me he said, "and he
this wild boaster," thou the golden corn and the silver wheat and
shall make good words without delay!"
his pour them on the ground in two piles, at some
Thereupon they ran to the stables, where distance apart and conceal thyself. When
Little Fool Ivan lay asleep, and kicked him the Pig comes she will run to the corn, but the
wide awake and brought him to the Tzar, who sucklings will begin to eat the wheat; and
looked at him angrily and said: "Hear my while the mother is not by, thou mayst secure
command. If in three days thou hast not them. Bring them to me and tie them to my
brought hither from the hidden valley of the saddle with the silken lasso, and I will bear
Land of the South the Pig with the Golden thee back. As for the Pig, she will follow her
Bristles and Silver Tusks, together with her sucklings."
twenty sucklings, I will deliver thee to an evil Little Fool Ivan did all as the little horse
death!" bade him. He entered the forest, put the corn
Little Fool Ivan went to the stable weeping and wheat in two piles, hid himself in a
bitterly.Hearing him coming the little hump- thicket near the latter, and rested till evening,
backed horse began to dance and to flap its when there came a sound of grunting; and
ears together for joy, but as soon as he saw his the Pig with the Golden Bristles and Silver
master's tears he almost began to sob him- Tusks led her young into the forest. She saw
self. "Why art thou not merry, little master?" the corn and at once began to eat it, while the
he asked. "Why does thy head hang lower twenty sucklings ran to the wheat. He caught
than thy shoulders?" them, one by one, tied them with the silken
Ivan embraced and kissed the little horse, lasso, and, hastening to the little horse, made
and told him the task the Tzar had laid upon them fast to his saddle-bow. Scarce had he
him. "Do not weep," said the pony; "I can mounted when the Pig perceived them and,
help thee. Nor is this service so hard a one. Go seeing her sucklings borne away, came run-
thou to the Tzar and ask him a bucket of ning after them, erecting her golden bristles
golden corn, a bucket of silver wheat, and a and gnashing her silver tusks.
silken lasso." The little humpbacked horse sped away
So Ivan went before the Tzar and asked, as like a flash back along the road they had come
he had been bidden, for the wheat, the corn, with the Pig pursuing them; and, after run-
and the silken lasso, and brought them to the ning without stop for a night and a day, they
stables. "Now," said the little humpbacked arrived after dark at the Tzar's capital. Little
horse, "lie down and sleep, for the morning Fool Ivan rode to the Palace courtyard, set
holds more wisdom than the evening." down there the twenty suckling-pigs, still tied
Little Fool Ivan lay down to sleep, and next by the silken lasso, went to the stables and
morning the pony waked him at dawn. fell asleep.
"Mount me now," he said, "with thy grain In the morning the Tzar was greatly aston-
and thy silken rope, and we will be off, for the ished to see that Little Fool Ivan had per-
way is far." formed the task and was delighted to possess
Ivan put the silver wheat and the golden the new treasure. He sent for his Master of
corn into stout bags, slung them across the Horse and praised him and gave him a rich
pony's neck, and with his silken lasso wound present, so that the envious ones thereat were
about his waist, mounted; and the little made still more envious.
humpbacked horse darted away like an eagle. So, after some days, these came to the Tzar
He scoured wide plains, leaped across swift and said: "Thy Master of Horse, O Tzar's
FOLKTALES 411
Majesty, doth boast now that the bringing of after thee; and as for the seven stallions, they
the wonderful Pig with her twenty sucklings will follow."
was but a small service, and that he could, if So Little Fool Ivan sewed the little horse in
he but chose, bring to thee the Mare with the horse's skin; and when the mare with the
Seven Manes and her seven fierce stallions seven stallions came, the stallions stood afar
that graze on a green meadow between the off, but the mare set upon him and rent the
crystal hills of the Caucasus." skin from him. Then Ivan ran and struck her
Then, in more anger than before, the Tzar with the iron hammer and stunned her, and
bade them bring Little Fool Ivan to his pres- instantly, holding by her seven manes, leaped
ence and said sternly: "Heed my royal word. to the back of the little humpbacked horse.
If in seven days thou hast not brought hither Scarce had he mounted, when the seven
from between the crystal hills of the Cauca- fierce stallions saw him and came galloping
sus the Seven-Maned Mare with her seven after them, screaming with rage. But the
stallions, I will send thee where the crows little humpbacked horse was off like a dart
shall pick thy bones!" back along the road they had come, and when
Little Fool Ivan went weeping to the little they had traveled without stopping three
humpbacked horse and told him of the Tzar's nights and four days, they arrived at the
new command. "Grieve not, little master," Tzar's capital. Little Fool Ivan rode to the
said the other; "let not thy bright head droop. stone stable that had been built, went in at
I can aid thee. Nor is this service too hard a one door, and leaving therein the Mare with
one. Go thou to the Tzar and demand that he the Seven Manes, rode out of the other and
prepare at once a stone stable with one door barred it behind him; and the seven stallions,
opening into it and another opening out. Ask following the mare, were caught. Then Ivan
also for a horse's skin and an iron hammer of went to his own place and went to sleep.
twelve poods* weight." When they reported to the Tzar that this
Ivan obeyed. He demanded the stable, the time also Little Fool Ivan had performed his
horse's skin and the iron hammer, and when task, the Tzar was more rejoiced than before
all was ready the little horse said: "Lie down and bestowed high rank and all manner of
and sleep now, little master. The morning is honors upon him, till, for hatred and malice,
wiser than the evening." Little Fool Ivan lay the envious ones were beside themselves.
down and slept, and next morning at day- They conferred together and coming before
break the pony waked him. Ivan tied the the Tzar, they said: "O Tzar's Majesty! to
horse's skin to the saddle-bow, slung the bring thee the mare and the stallions, thy
hammer about his neck and mounted; and Master of Horse boasteth now, was but a
the humpbacked horse darted away like
little small service, saying that if he willed he
a swallow, till the dust curled about his legs could fetch thee from across three times nine
like a whirlwind. When he had run three days lands, where the little red sun rises, the beau-
and four nights without rest, he stopped be- tiful Girl-Tzar, whom thou hast so long de-
tween two crystal hills and said: sired for thy bride, who lives on the sea-ocean
"Yonder lies the green meadow whereon in a golden boat, which she rows with silver
each evening grazes the Mare with Seven oars."
Manes and her seven fierce stallions. Take Then was theTzar mightily angered.
now thy horse's skin and sew me within it, "Summon this boaster again before me," he
and presently the mare will come and will set commanded; and when Little Fool Ivan was
upon me with her teeth. While she rends the come in, he bade him bring the lovely Girl-
skin from me, do thou run and strike her Tzar within twelve days or pay the forfeit
betv een her two ears with thy twelve pood with his head. So, for the third time, Ivan
hammer, so that she will be stunned. Mount went weeping to the little humpbacked horse
me hen in haste, and thou mayst lead her and told him the Tzar's will.
"Dry thy tears, little master," said the oth-
*( >ne pood about forty pounds. er, "for I can assist thee. This is not, after all,
412 THE ORAL TRADITION
the hardest service. Go thou to the Tzar and shall never see her again!" and he began to
ask for two handkerchiefs cunningly embroi- shed tears.
dered in gold, a silken tent woven with gold "Never mind," said the little horse. "She
thread and with golden tent-poles, gold and willcome again tomorrow, but if thou failest
silver dishes, and all manner of wines and next time we must needs go back without her,
sweetmeats." and thy head will be lost."
Ivan lost no time in obeying and when they Next day Little Fool Ivan spread the wines
were ready brought them to the stables. "Lie and sweetmeats and lay down to watch as
down and sleep now," said the little horse. before; and again the lovely Girl-Tzar came
"Tomorrow is wiser than today." Accordingly rowing in her golden boat and entered the
Little Fool Ivan lay down and slept till the tent and began to regale herself. And while
little horse woke him at daybreak. He put all she ate and drank, Ivan ran in and seized and
that had been prepared into a bag and mount- held her and called to the little horse. The girl
ed, and the little humpbacked horse sped cried out and fought to be free, but when she
away like the wind. saw how handsome Little Fool Ivan was, she
For six days they rode, a hundred thousand He mounted and put
quite forgot to struggle.
versts, till they reached a forest at the very her before him on the saddle, and the hump-
end of the world, where the little red sun rises backed horse dashed away like lightning
out of the blue sea-ocean. Here they stopped along the road they had come.
and Ivan alighted. They rode six days and on the seventh they
"Pitch now thy tent on the white sand," came again to the capital, and Little Fool
said the little horse. "In it spread thy embroi- Ivan with a sad heart, since he had fallen
dered handkerchiefs and on them put the in love with her himself brought the lovely
wine and the gold and silver plates piled with girl to the Palace.
sweetmeats. As for thee, do thou hide behind The Tzar was overjoyed. He came out to
the tent and watch. From her golden boat the meet them, took the maiden by her white
Girl-Tzar will see the tent and will approach hand, seated her beside him beneath a silken
it. Let her enter it and eat and drink her fill. curtain on a cushion of purple velvet, and
Then go and hold her, and call for
in, seize spoke to her tender words. "O Girl-Tzar, to
me." So saying, he rah to hide himself in the whom none can be compared!" he said. "My
forest. Tzaritza that is to be! For how long have I not
Ivan pitched the tent, prepared the food slept, either by night or in the white day, for
and wine, and lying down behind the tent, thinking of thine eyes!"
made a tiny hole in the silk through which to But the beautiful Girl-Tzar turned from
see, and waited. And before long the golden him and would not answer, and again and
boat came sailing along over the blue sea- again he tried his wooing, till at length she
ocean. The beautiful Girl-Tzar alighted to said: "O Tzar, thou art wrinkled and gray,
look at the splendid tent and seeing the wine and hast left sixty years behind thee, while I
and sweetmeats, entered and began to eat and am but sixteen. Should I wed thee, the Tzars
drink. So graceful and lovely was she that no of all Tzardoms would laugh, saying that a
tale could describe her and Little Fool Ivan grandfather had taken to wife his grand-
could not gaze enough. He forgot what the child."
little horse had told him and he was still Hearing this, the Tzar was angry. "It is
peering through the hole in the silk when the true,"he said, "that flowers do not bloom in
beautiful maiden sprang up, left the tent, winter and that I am no longer young. But I
leaped into her golden boat, and the silver am nevertheless a great Tzar."
oars carried her far away on the sea-ocean. Then she replied: "I will wed no one who
When the little humpbacked horse came hath gray hairs and who lacks teeth in his
running up, Ivan too late repented of his folly. head. If thou wilt but grow young again, then
"I am guilty before thee!" he said. "And now I will I wed thee right willingly."
FOLKTALES 413
"How can a man grow young again?" he Scarcely had he instructed him when the
asked. Boyars came to bring Ivan to the courtyard.
"There is a way, O Tzar," she said, "and it All the Court Ministers were there to see and
is thus: Order three great caldrons to be the place was crowded with people, while the
placed in thy courtyard. Fill the first with cold Tzar looked on from a balcony. The two cal-
water, the second with boiling water, and the drons were boiling hot, and servants fed the
third with boiling mare's milk. He who bathes great fires beneath them with heaps of fuel.
one minute in the boiling milk, two in the Little Fool Ivan bowed low before the Tzar
boiling water, and three in the cold water, and prepared for the bath.
becomes instantly young and so handsome But having taken off his coat, he bowed
that it cannot be told. Do this and I will again and said: "O Tzar's Majesty! I have but
become thy Tzaritza, but not otherwise." one favor to ask. Bid them bring hither my
The Tzar at once bade them prepare in the little humpbacked horse that I may embrace
courtyard the three caldrons, one of cold wa- him once more for the last time!" The Tzar
ter, one of boiling water, and one of boiling was in good humor thinking he was so soon to
mare's milk, minded to make the test. The regain his youth and he consented, and pres-
envious courtiers, however, came to him and ently the little horse came running into the
said: "O Tzar's Majesty! this is a strange courtyard, dancing up and down and clap-
thing, and we have never heard that a man ping his long ears together. But as soon as he
can plunge into boiling liquid and not be came to the three caldrons he galloped three
scalded. We pray thee, therefore, bid thy Mas- times round them, dipped his nose into each
ter of Horse bathe before thee; then mayest and sprinkled his master; and without wait-
thou be assured that all is well." And this ing a moment Little Fool Ivan threw off his
counsel seemed to the Tzar good and he clothes and jumped into the caldrons, one
straightway summoned Little Fool Ivan and after the other. And while he had been good-
bade him prepare to make the trial. looking before, he came from the last cal-
When Ivan heard the Tzar's command he dron so handsome that his beauty could
said to himself, "So I am to be killed like a neither be described with a pen nor written
sucking-pig or a chicken!" and he went sor- in a tale.
rowfully to the stables and told the little Now when the Tzar saw this, he could wait
humpbacked horse. "Thou hast found for me no longer. He hastened down from the balco-
the Pig with the Golden Bristles," he said, ny and without waiting to undress, crossed
"the: Seven-Maned Mare, and the beautiful himself and jumped into the boiling milk. But
Girl -Tzar; but now these are all as nothing, the charm did not work in his case, and he
and my life is as worthless as a boot sole!" was instantly scalded to death.
And he began to weep bitterly. Seeing the Tzar was dead, the Girl-Tzar
"Weep not, master," said the little
little came to the balcony and spoke to the people,
hone. "This is indeed a real service that I saying: "Thy Tzar chose me to be his Tzarit-
shal serve thee. Now listen well to what I za. If thou wilt, I will rule this Tzardom, but it
say. When thou goest to the courtyard, before shall be only as the wife of him who brought
thou strippest off thy clothes to bathe, ask of me from mine own!"
the Tzar to permit them to bring to thee thy The
people, well pleased, shouted: "Health
littl humpbacked horse, that thou mayest
: to Tzar Ivan!" And so Little Fool Ivan led the
bid him farewell for the last time. He will lovely Girl-Tzar to the church and they were
agrc e; I am brought there, I shall
and when married that same day.
jail times around the three kettles,
)p three Then Tzar Ivan ordered the trumpeters to
lip my nose in each, and sprinkle thee. Lose blow their hammered trumpets and the but-
lot moment then, but jump instantly in the
a. lers to open the bins, and he made in the
:alc ron of boiling milk, then into the boiling Palace a feast like a hill, and the Boyars and
wat jr, and last into the cold water." Princes sat at oak tables and drank from
414 THE ORAL TRADITION
golden goblets and made merry till they could One day Mr. Cat went out for a walk to
not stand on their feet. gather berries in the forest, when a hare
But Little Fool Ivan, and his Tzaritza, came running along. He never noticed the cat
ruled the Tzardom wisely and well and grew and jumped right on to the top of him.
never too wise to take counsel of his little Mr. Cat said: "F-r-r-r!" and the hare took
humpbacked horse. fright and set off running so fast, that you
could see his heels twinkle, and he was gone!
Then the hare met a wolf, and said to him:
Mr. Samson Cat
"As I was running past Widow Fox's cottage,
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to some of the basic characteristics of the Russian dragged a dead sheep into their courtyard and
people. His collection was made over a period of were hard at it behind the fence, gobbling
eleven years. One of the stories in that collection him up.
is called The Ram, the Cat, and the Twelve When Widow Fox had had enough, she
Wolves. Mr. Samson Cat, which is given here, is a came out at the gate, and there Mr. Wolf
version of the same story. Valery Carrick has came up to her. He could hear how Mr. Cat
domesticated the story by changing the wild was going on behind the fence, and said to
animals into the more familiar barnyard types but Widow Fox: "Who is that there in your court-
the plot is the same, and the theme remains yard, Widow Fox?" "That's the mighty Mr.
untouched, namely, the power of fear to distort Samson Cat. He killed a sheep in a fight and
the facts. now he's eating it. You'd better go away
In his introduction to the Russian tales, Roman quickly, or else the same thing will happen to
Jakobsen points out the interesting fact that only you." Meantime Mr. Cat was working hard at
one-third of the Russian fairy tales are common the sheep and crying: "Mee-ow, mee-owT
to Western European sources, and one-third are And Mr. Wolf thought he was saying: "Not
totally unknown to Western Europe. The reader enough, not enough," and he thought: "Good
of folktales will soon recognize the fact that only gracious, he hasn't had enough after eating a
in Russian folklore is the witch Baba Yaga whole sheep!" and he grew frightened and
equipped with a house on chicken legs, which ran away. And as he was running he saw a
gives her an added degree of mobility, and no pig rubbing his side against a tree. And he
other lore has the Firebird and the Sea King. said to him: "Have you heard the news! We
[From Valery Carrick, Picture Tales from the Rus- shan't be able to make a living in this forest
sian (Lippincott).] any more; Widow Fox has got a dreadful
animal living with her, the mighty Mr. Sam-
Once upon a time a cat came running out of a son Cat. He eats four sheep a day, and then
certain village, and a fox came running out of says he hasn't had enough." And Mr. Pig
a certain forest, and they met. flapped his ears and winked his eye and said:
"How do you do?" said the fox. "How do "I should like to have a look at this beast!"
you do?" said the cat. "What's your name?" "What are you thinking of!" said Mr. Wolf,
said the fox. "Mr. Samson Cat, and what's "you'd better not go near the place!"
yours?" "They call me Widow Fox." "Let's And while they were standing and talking,
live together," said the cat. "Very well," said a bear came up, and Mr. Pig said to him:
the fox. And so they settled down in Widow "Uncle Bruin, have you heard the news?
Fox's cottage. Widow Fox has a beast living with her called
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the mighty Mr. Samson Cat. He eats ten oxen Mr. Pig squealed and ran off as hard as he
a day, and then says he hasn't had enough!" could, and ran his snout straight into the
"What a terrible thing," said Bruin, "I should stump of a tree.
like to see that beast!" Mr. Cat was really just as much frightened
So they discussed this way and that, and himself, and jumped on to the tree. At this
sent Mr. Pig to Widow Fox to ask if they might Bruin's paws grew weak from fright, and he
just with one eye have a peep at Mr. Samson fell plump down from the tree right on to the
Cat. And Mr. Pig came to Widow Fox and top of the log under which Mr. Wolf was lying.
said: "How do you do? how do you do, Widow And Mr. Wolf thought: "My end has come,"
Fox? We have heard tell of your Mr. Samson and he jumped out from under the log and
and we should so like to have a look at him. started off running as hard as he could go.
Do please tell us how this could be arranged And it was not till evening that Mr. Wolf, Mr.
without the danger of his eating us up!" And Pig and Bruin met again and told each other
Widow Fox thought for a bit and then said: their experiences.
"This is how you must arrange it: bake a lot Mr. Pig said: "Well I never! The way he
of pies and get a lot of honey, and invite us to caught hold of my tail and dashed my head
come and see you. Perhaps he won't do you against the stump!" And Bruin said: "The
any harm then." And Mr. Pig was delighted stump was nothing! He tore out the whole oak
and ran back to his friends and told Mr. Wolf tree by the roots and began to shake it. How
and Mr. Bruin: "Widow Fox says: 'Bake a lot could I possibly hold on? I was lucky not to
of pies and get a lot of honey, and we will fall into his jaws." And Mr. Wolf said: "And
come and see you, and perhaps the mighty the way he put me one on with that oak tree!
"
Mr. Samson Cat won't eat you all up.' And so Well, that is a beast, if you like!" And they all
Bruin began to get the honey, Mr. Wolf began began to shake their heads and said: "Well,
to bake the pies, and Mr. Pig began to tidy up, that is a beast, if you like! There's no mistake
and get ready to receive the expected guests. about Mr. Samson Cat!"
And they baked a lot of pies, and got a lot of
honey, and Bruin said: "I shall get up into a Marko the Rich and Vasily the Unlucky
tree; from there I shall see better when the
guests begin to arrive." And so he climbed up. A familiar motif of an attempt to prevent the
And Mr. Wolf said: "For a whole day I've fulfillment of a prophecy is presented in this tale.
been working at those pies. I shall go and rest Resemblances may be found in Greek tragedy,
for a bit under this log." And he crawled the Bible, and in the Grimm story "The Luck
under the log and lay down there. Child." Also present in many other stories is the
And Mr. Pig said: "I have got hot all over, trickery bywhich answers are obtained. Translat-
making everything tidy. I shall go and get into ed from the Afanasyev collection of Russian folk-
the snade for a bit." And he went and hid in tales. [From Marko the Rich and Vasily the Un-
the brushwood. lucky, tr. by Thomas P. Whitney (Macmillan,
Me anwhile Widow Fox and the mighty Mr. 1974).]
Samson Cat came along, and their hosts were
not there! Bruin was up an oak, Mr. Wolf In a certain kingdom there once lived a very
unde a log, and Mr. Pig in the brushwood. So rich merchant. He had an only child, a small
there was nothing to be done but start eating daughter called Anastasiya the Beautiful.
without their hosts, and Widow Fox went for The merchant was named Marko, and was
the honey while Mr. Cat got to work on the known to everyone as Marko the Rich. Marko
stuffed pies. could not stand the poor, and his servants had
Su idenly Mr. Cat heard something rustling orders to set the dogs on any beggars that
in th grass, and this was Mr. Pig's tail rus-
;
stopped at his house.
tling from fright. Mr. Cat thought: "I expect One day Marko saw two ancient, gray-
that'? a mouse," and dashed off and caught haired men standing beneath his window,
Mr. I ig by the tail. and ordered the dogs to be unleashed on
416 THE ORAL TRADITION
them. But Anastasiya the Beautiful heard "Friend! Father of my godchild!" Marko
him and pleaded with her father: said. "You are a very poor man and will not be
"Dear Father! If only for my sake, please able to bring up your son with the best advan-
let them spend the night in the stables." And tages. Give him to me. I will see to it that he is
her father agreed. When everyone in the educated and becomes a person of substance.
house had gone to sleep Anastasiya crept out And in the meantime I will give you a thou-
of bed and went to the stables. She climbed sand rubles."
up the log wall of the shed in which the men The old man thought and thought and fi-
slept, and stood watching them. nally agreed. Marko gave the promised
The time came for matins. At the stable money to the peasant, took the child, wrapped
icon the lighted candle seemed to grow him in robes of fox fur because it was winter-
brighter. The old men arose, took priests' time, put him in the carriage, and drove off.
robes out of their packs, and after putting the After they had traveled several miles they
robes on, began to pray. passed a ravine. Marko the Rich ordered the
An angel of God flew down to them and carriage stopped. He gave his godson to his
spoke: "My Lords! In the village over the servant and said:
mountain, a son has been born in the family "Take him by the feet and throw him into
of a peasant. What name shall he be given, that ravine!" The servant did as he had been
and what is the fate you have in store for ordered. As the carriage started on its way,
him?" Marko shouted, "Now let me see you take all I
One of the old men replied: "I name him possess!"
Vasily the Unlucky, and bless him with all the The following day it happened that some
wealth of Marko the Rich in whose stable we merchants were traveling along the same
have spent this night." road Marko had taken. They were bringing
Anastasiya heard these words and returned Marko twelve thousand rubles with which to
to the house. Dawn came, and the old men repay a debt they owed him. When they came
left. Anastasiya went to her father and told to the ravine into which the baby had been
him everything that she had seen and heard thrown, they heard a child's cry. They stopped
in the stable. and sent a servant to see what it was. The
Marko did not believe the words of the old servant climbed down into the ravine, and
man, but nevertheless he decided to see found a baby lying in a field of flowers. The
whether a boy had actually been born in the servant could not believe what he saw. He
village mentioned. He ordered his carriage called to the merchants, who came to see for
readied for a journey and traveled to the themselves. They carried the child to the
village, where he went directly to the priest: carriage, wrapped him in furs, and rode off.
"Was there a boy born in your village on They arrived at Marko's house, and when
such and such a night?" they told him how they had found the child,
"Yes!" said the priest. "On that night a boy Marko knew at once that it was his godson.
was born to the poorest peasant in the village. He asked Anastasiya to take care of the
I myself named him Vasily the Unlucky. But I baby while he entertained the merchants. He
have not yet christened him because I have gave them liquor and wine and asked them to
found no one willing to be the child's godpar- turn the boy over to him. At first the mer-
ent." chants would not agree, but finally, when
Marko said he would be the child's godfath- Marko offered to forgive their entire debt,
er and gave instructions that a fine feast be they gave him the child and rode away.
prepared for the christening. The infant was Anastasiya immediately found a cradle,
brought, christened, and feasted to every- hung it with curtains, and looked after the
one's satisfaction. boy
little never leaving him day or night.
The next day Marko the Rich sent for the One day passed, and another. On the third
poor peasant. day Marko returned home rather late. Anas-
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tasiya was sleeping, and he stole the infant you pass the great cauldron, push him into
out of the cradle. Marko put htm in a barrel, it. See to it that these instructions are car-
tarred the barrel, and threw it off the wharf ried out! If you do not do as I have written,
into the sea. you shall pay for it! This young fellow is my
The little barrel floated on and on until it enemy!"
floated by a monastery. At that very moment Vasily took the letter and started on his way
a monk had come to fetch water. He heard to Marko's house. On the road he met an old
a child's cry which seemed to come from a man who stopped him and asked:
floating barrel. He immediately got into a "Where are you going, Vasily the Un-
boat, fished the barrel out of the water, broke lucky?"
it open, found the child, and brought him to "To the home of Marko the Rich with a
the abbot of the monastery. The abbot named letter for his wife," Vasily replied.
the child Vasily the Unlucky, and from then "Show me
the letter!"
on he lived in the monastery. In time he Vasily took the letter out of his pocket and
learned to read and write. The abbot loved handed it to the old man, who broke its seal
him and made him warden of the monastery's and gave it back to Vasily to read. Vasily read
treasure. itand began to weep:
When Vasily was sixteen, it happened that "What have I done to this man that he
Marko the Rich stopped at the monastery. He should want to have me killed?"
had been traveling for a year collecting debts. The old man comforted him: "Do not
Marko was accorded the honors reserved for a weep," he said, "for God will not abandon
man of wealth. The abbot ordered the warden you!"
to light candles in the church, and to sing and The old man blew upon the letter, and it
read the liturgy. Marko the Rich asked the was again sealed as it had been before he
abbot how long the boy had been at the mon- opened it. Then he said to Vasily:
astery. "Continue on your journey and when you
The abbot related how, when a baby, the Marko's wife."
arrive, give the letter to
boy had been rescued from a barrel floating in And Vasily did so. Marko's wife read the
the sea. When the abbot mentioned how letter, considered the matter, summoned her
many years ago it had been, Marko soon daughter Anastasiya and read it to her. The
realized that the young warden was his god- letter said:
son, and so he said to the abbot: The very next day after you receive
"Wife:
"If only had such an efficient chap as your
I marry Anastasiya to the bearer. Do
this letter,
warden working for me, I would make him so without fail! If you do not, you will answer
my chief steward and entrust my entire for- to me!"
tune to him for safekeeping. Would you not Among the wealthy everything is always
free him to work for me?" ready wine, food, everything needed for a
The abbot hesitated a long time. But when feast or even a wedding. Vasily was dressed
Marko offered to give the monastery twenty- in fine clothing and presented to Anastasiya.
five thousand rubles in exchange for the war- She fell in love with him at once, and they
den, the abbot decided to take up the matter were married.
with the other monks. They considered what One day Marko's wife was informed that
to do and finally agreed to release Vasily the the ship on which her husband was traveling
Unlucky so that he might go with Marko. was sailing in. With her son-in-law and
Marko continued on his travels, but he sent daughter she went down to the wharf to meet
Vasily home with a letter which the young it. When Marko saw his son-in-law, he flew
Marko demanded to see the letter he had "Very well," said Vasily, "I will do so!"
sent her, but when he read it, he was forced to He continued on his way till he came to the
admit that the handwriting was his. sea. There, from shore to shore, lay a gigantic
Marko did nothing for a month, for a sec- whale, and people were traveling back and
ond month, and for a third. Then one day he forth on its back as if it were a bridge. As
summoned his son-in-law: Vasily was walking across, the whale sudden-
"Here is a letter," he said. "You are to take ly asked:
itbeyond the thrice-ninth land to the thrice- "Vasily the Unlucky, where are you go-
tenth kingdom, to my friend, King Zmei, the ing?"
fire-breathing, smoke-eating, winged snake- Vasily repeated what he had told the oak
dragon. You must collect from him the twelve tree and the ferryman and the whale, too,
years' tribute that he owes me for building a had a request for the king.
palace on my land. And also find out what "Will you remind the king that the whale
happened to my twelve sailing ships that has been lying across the sea for so long that
have not been heard from in three years. And the horses and people going back and forth
you must set off tomorrow morning!" have worn down its body to the bones? And
Vasily took the letter, went to his wife, and will it have to lie there for a long time still?"
told her everything Marko the Rich had or- Vasily promised and went on. He came to a
dered him to do. Anastasiya wept bitterly, but green meadow in the midst of which there
she did not dare ask her father to change his stood a great palace. Vasily entered the pal-
mind. ace, and as he walked through the rooms he
Vasily left early the next morning, having noticed that each was more beautifully fur-
prayed to God and filled his pouch with pieces nished and more luxurious than the one be-
of dried bread for the journey. He had trav- fore it. When he came to the last room of all,
eled a long time, or perhaps it was not so long, he saw a beautiful maiden lying on a bed and
when he heard a voice saying: weeping bitterly. As soon as she saw Vasily
"Vasily the Unlucky, where are you go- she arose, came toward him, and asked:
ing?" "Who are you, and why have you come to
He looked about him and saw no one. "Who this accursed palace?"
iscalling me?" he said. Vasily showed her Marko's letter and ex-
"I, the oak tree, am asking where you are plained that Marko had sent him to collect
going," the voice replied. from King Zmei the twelve years' tribute the
"I am on my way to King Zmei to collect the king owed Marko.
twelve years' tribute he owes Marko the The maiden took the letter and threw it into
Rich." the fire. Then she said:
And the oak replied: "When you see the "Marko sent you here not to collect tribute
king remind him that the oak has been stand- from King Zmei but to be eaten by him. But
ing for three hundred years; ask him if it still tell me by what road you came here. Did
has a long time to stand." you hear or see anything strange along the
Vasily said he would do so and went on his way?"
way. Vasily told her about the oak tree, the
He came a river, where he boarded the
to ferryman, and the whale.
ferry that took people across. The ferryman He had hardly finished when the earth and
asked: the palace began to shake. The maiden im-
"Where are you going,
my friend?" mediately hid Vasily in a trunk, and as she
Vasily told
him, just as he had told the oak. closed the lid, said:
The ferryman asked Vasily to remind the "Listen carefully to what Zmei and I talk
king that he had been ferrying for thirty about!"
years, and was he to continue for a long As soon as King Zmei entered the room,
time still? he said:
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"How is it that I smell the breath of a Vasily the Unlucky thanked the maiden
Russian?" and left for home.
"How can you smell the breath of a Rus- He came to the whale, and the whale said:
sian here?" the maiden replied. "You've been "Did you ask King Zmei?"
flying about Holy Russia all day and surely "I did. When I have crossed to the other
you've inhaled a lot of Russian air!" side, I will tellyou his answer."
"That's probably it," Zmei said. "I'm very And when he reached the far side, Vasily
tired. Sit by my side and pick the lice off my said to the whale:
head!" And the King lay down on the bed. "Cough up the twelve ships of Marko the
"King, what a dream I had while you were Rich."
away!" the maiden said. "I saw myself walk- The whale did as it was
and the ships
told
ing along a road, and an oak tree cried out to sailed off under full sail unharmed.
totally
me: 'Ask your king how long I must still stand And as a result Vasily the Unlucky stood up to
here!'" his knees in water.
And King Zmei replied: "The oak will stand Vasily came to the ferryman, and the ferry-
there until someone comes up to it and pushes man asked:
it from the east with his foot. Then the oak "Did King Zmei speak of me?"
will topple over, roots and all, and beneath it "He did," said Vasily. "Take me across and
will be found such a mass of gold and silver, I will tell you what he said."
as even Marko the Rich has never seen!" When they got to the other side of the river,
"And then in my dream I came to a river, Vasily said to the ferryman:
where the ferryman asked me how long he "Whoever comes to you first, let him board
would still have to ferry people from shore to the ferry, push it from shore, and remain
shore." behind. That person will have to ferry people
"If he allows the first person who comes back and forth for all eternity, and you will be
along to get aboard, and then pushes the ferry able to go home at last."
off and remains behind himself, whoever it is Vasily the Unlucky came to the oak tree
will become the eternal ferryman, and he will and pushed it with his foot from the east, and
be able to go home at last!" the oak fell down. Beneath it Vasily found
"I also dreamed that I was walking across gold and silver and precious stones beyond
the sea on the back of a whale, and it asked belief!
me how long it must still lie there." Vasily looked back to the sea and saw that
"It will lie there until it coughs up the the twelve ships coughed up by the whale
twelve ships of Marko the Rich. When it does, were sailing straight for the shore.
it will be able to swim away, and its flesh will The lead ship was captained by the same
grow back again." oldman whom Vasily had met when he was
When he had finished speaking, King Zmei on his way from Marko the Rich with the
fell into a deep sleep. letter for Marko's wife.
The maiden let Vasily the Unlucky out of The old man said to Vasily: "Here, Vasily,
the trunk and said: is what God has blessed you with!"
"Do not tell the whale what you have heard He turned the ships over to Vasily and went
until you cross to the far side of the sea. Only on his way. The sailors loaded the oak tree's
then tell it to cough up the twelve ships of treasure onto the ships, and when all was
Mart o the Rich. Do the same when you come ready they set sail. Word was sent ahead to
to ths ferryman. While you are on the near Marko the Rich that his son-in-law was on
side do not tell him what you have heard, but hisway home with the twelve ships, and that
wait until he has ferried you across. As for the King Zmei had rewarded Vasily with great
oak t 'ee, only if you push it from the east with wealth.
your ?oot will it fall over and reveal to you the Marko became enraged that his plan had
great treasure beneath." failed. He gave orders for his carriage to be
420 THE ORAL TRADITION
brought, and he left for King Zmei's palace to home to his wife and his mother-in-law, and
reproach him. they all lived together happily. They helped
He came to the ferry, and as soon as he had the poor, gave food and drink to the needy,
seated himself, the ferryman pushed the and Vasily the Unlucky was indeed blessed
ferry from shore and it was Marko the Rich with all the wealth and possessions of Marko
who became the eternal ferryman. the Rich.
As for Vasily the Unlucky, he returned
Latvia (U.S.S.R.)
The Silly Goose War the pit with a skin of some kind, and your life
will be saved."
The unmistakable mark of an experienced story- "But, dear husband," exclaimed his wife,
teller and student of folklore is everywhere ap- "what will happen to you?"
parent in this retelling. Here are the strict order- "Don't worry about me. I will fight with the
ing of event, the gusto of common speech, the rest," he answered.
turns of phrase for color, wit, and wisdom, and When the time came, the man led his wife
the characteristic economy of words. The story to the potato pit and helped her inside. He
given here is a fresh addition to tales of fools, covered the pit with a dried skin, poured peas
simpletons, and sillies. [From Mae J. Durham, Tit on it, and shooed his chickens there. The
for Tat and Other Latvian Folk Tales (Harcourt, chickens began to peck and fight and eat. No
1967).] war could have been noisier. But the husband
did not stop there. Taking a heavy, long stick,
There was once a man whose wife was as he began to pound the sides of the house, this
silly as a goose. To his great joy, one day he way and that no matter what way, so long
found a large pot of money. In his excitement, as there was enough noise. After a while, he
he forgot his wife's foolishness and hurried to stopped the noise and went to the potato pit to
show her what he had found. Prattler and help his wife out.
chatterer that she was, it took no time before "You can come out now. The silly goose
she mentioned the treasure to the baron as he war is over."
was passing by. And it took no time before the The next morning the man harnessed his
baron summoned the husband to appear be- horse and seated his wife in the front of the
fore him with the pot of money. cart. He himself sat in the back of the cart,
"Nine devils," grumbled the husband and off they went to the home of the baron.
when he received the baron's order, and he On the way, the husband pulled a bagel from
wondered how the spilled milk might be his pocket and threw it over his wife's head
poured back into the pitcher. At last he into her lap. She jumped. What was that?
thought of a plan. "Ah," exclaimed her husband, "to think
"My dear wife," he said, "this very night that we have lived to see the day when white
there is tosilly goose war, and we must
be a bread drops from heaven!"
prepare ourselves for it." They drove on and very soon came to a barn
"Silly goose war! What is that, and, at the side of the road. The man could hear a
mercy me, whatever shall we do?" his wife dog howling inside the barn. His wife called
lamented. out, "Who is that screaming?"
"Follow my words carefully and do just as I "Can't you recognize the sound?" asked the
tell you. When the time comes, you must hide husband. "Why, that is the devil torturing our
yourself in the potato storage pit. I will cover baron, of course."
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At last they reached the home of the baron "The silly goose war! When was there a
and went inside. The baron was waiting for war like that?"
them. "Oh, the night before the bagel dropped
"Where is the pot of money?" he asked. from heaven."
"What pot of money?" said the husband. "What fell? When did it fall?" gasped the
"Are you going to deny that you found a pot baron.
of money? Your own wife told me about your "Why, it was just before we heard the devil
treasure." torturing you in that barn right over there,"
"Well," said the man, "why not ask my explained the wife.
wife? What do I know about what she told "You can go to the devil yourself!" shouted
you!" the exasperated baron, and he drove the two,
Turning to the wife, the baron asked, "Tell wife and husband, out of his house.
me, when did your husband find the money!" And so it was that the husband was able to
"Let me see," said the wife, "it was about a keep for himself the large pot of money he
week before the silly goose war." had found.
Armenia (U.S.S.R.)
of two poor brothers and how the younger broth- pieces. What do you say? Do you agree to the
"Go quickly," he ordered, "and continue "It's my turn to find work while you tend
working while it's light. Come back only house." And he went immediately to the
when darkness falls." home of the same rich man to ask for work
The servant hurried to the fields. He as a servant.
worked hard all that day and when twilight "If you want to work for me," said the rich
came he returned home, tired and weary. man, "you must promise to stay until the call
"Why have you come back so soon?" asked of the cuckoo in the spring."
the rich man. The younger brother agreed. The rich mas-
"The sun has set and so I came home." ter offered the same bargain to the younger
"That's not what I told you to do!" shouted brother: If the boy should lose his temper, he
the master angrily. "I told you to work while must forfeit one thousand silver pieces or ten
there was light. It is true that the sun has years of service as a servant. If the master
set, but the moon has come out. That gives should lose his temper first, however, he must
light!" forfeit one thousand silver pieces.
"What kind of reasoning is that?" ex- "Is a bargain?" asked the rich man.
it
claimed the amazed elder brother. "Oh, no! That's hardly worth bargaining
"What! Are you losing your temper?" asked for," scoffed the younger brother. "If you lose
the master. your temper, you must pay me two thousand
"No! I'm not losing my temper," stam- pieces of silver. If I lose my temper, I will
mered the elder brother. "What I meant to either forfeit two thousand silver pieces or
say was that I'm a little tired and I ought to work for you for twenty years."
rest." "It's a bargain!" The greedy master quickly
Wearily, the elder brother returned to the agreed to the new terms. They signed the
He worked hard and long by moonlight.
fields. agreement, and the younger brother started
Then as soon as the moon disappeared, the to work.
sun rose from the east. He continued to work Night passed and morning came, but the
by sunlight until, exhausted, he fell to the young servant did not get out of bed. The
ground. master angrily paced the floor; the servant
"To the devil with your farm and your still slept. Finally, the master rushed into the
money and with you, too!" murmured the boy's bedroom. "Get up! Get up! Do you real-
youth wearily. ize it's nearly noon!" he shouted.
"What! Have you lost your temper?" asked "What! Are you by chance losing your tem-
the master, suddenly appearing in the fields. per?" asked the servant lifting his head from
"Remember our bargain! If you have lost your the pillow.
temper, you must either give me one thou- "Of course I'm not losing my temper!"
sand silver pieces or ten years of your ser- answered the frightened master, lowering his
vice." voice. "I'm only reminding you that we must
The poor youth did not know what to do. He go to harvest the grain."
neither had one thousand pieces of silver "Oh, well, then ... if you're not angry,
nor could he bear to work for such a taskmas- we'll go right along," said the boy. Slowly he
ter for ten long years. In despair, he gave the got out of bed and slowly began to put on his
master a signed note, promising to pay him clothes.
one thousand silver pieces in the future. The rich man
impatiently paced back and
Then, empty-handed, he returned home to his forth and
the boy continued to dress.
still
brother. "Hurry, boy! You're taking too long to get
"Did you make a fortune?" the younger dressed!" exclaimed the master.
brother greeted the elder. And the elder broth- "What! Are you losing your temper?" asked
er told him everything that had happened. the servant.
"Stay home and rest yourself. Don't wor- "Who is losing his temper? Certainly not I!
ry," said the younger brother consolingly. I mean to remind you that we are late!"
just
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"Oh, well, then ... I will be ready soon," "No! I have NOT lost my temper,"
replied the younger brother. screamed the master. "Alas! I am only heart-
By the time the servant finished dressing, broken to have lost all my sheep."
by the time they arrived at the fields, it was "Oh, well, then ... as long as you haven't
already noon. lost your temper, I'll continue to work for
"It would look silly to start work now when you," replied the servant.
all the others are eating their noon meal," From that moment on, however, the rich
said the servant. "Let's eat first; then we can man thought only of how he could get rid of
go to work." his servant. By their agreement, the boy was
They sat downtogether and ate. "It is to work until the call of the cuckoo in the
customary for working people to take a short spring. Itwas still winter, however, and the
nap after a noonday meal," said the younger spring cuckoo was months away.
brother and stretched himself out on the Finally, the master thought of a plan. He
ground. He fell asleep at once and did not took his wife into the woods, put her up in a
wake up till nightfall. tree, andtold her to call, Cuckoo, cuckoo
"Wake up! Wake up! dark already and
It's when he returned later with the servant.
only our grain is not yet harvested. Cursed be Back at the house, he ordered the servant
the one who sent you to me! I'm ruined!" to accompany him on a hunting trip into the
shouted the rich man in despair. woods. As soon as the two entered the woods,
"What! Can it be you are losing your tem- the man's wife in the tree called out, Cuckoo,
per?" asked the servant, waking up. cuckoo!
"Who's losing his temper? I'm not!" the "Aha!" said the master. "Listen! There is
master exclaimed. "I only mean to remind the call of the cuckoo, I do believe. According
you that night has fallen. It's time to go to our agreement, your months of work for me
home." are over."
"Oh, well, then that's different. I
. . . The younger brother thought for a mo-
thought you might have forgotten our bar- ment. He suspected a plot.
gain." "No! No! Who ever heard of a cuckoo sing-
They returned to the house to find that ing in the middle of winter? It must be a very
unexpected guests had arrived. The master strange cuckoo, indeed. I will kill it immedi-
ordered the servant to go out and kill a sheep ately." Saying this, he aimed his bow at the
for supper. tree.
"Which one?" asked the boy. Therich man fell upon the younger broth-
"Whichever one comes along," answered er. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Ah-h-h-h
the master impatiently. "But hurry!" black was the day you came to me!" he shout-
A few moments later, some of the other ed. "What trouble I'm in because of you!"
servants came running to their master. "What! Is it possible you are losing your
"Master! Master! Hurry! Your new servant temper?" asked the servant.
has tilled all the sheep in your flock!" "Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm losing my temper! This
The rich man rushed out and found that all isenough! I'll pay any price to get rid of you! I
his sheep had, indeed, been slaughtered. Out made the bargain and I'll suffer the losses!
of his mind with anger, he shouted to the boy, Just get out of my sight!" screamed the rich
"What have you done, you fool? May your man at the top of his voice.
hous; be ruined as you have ruined mine! So it was that the rich man eagerly paid
Why have you killed all my sheep?" two thousand silver pieces to the servant. The
"B ut master, you told me to kill whichever younger brother, in turn, paid off his elder
shee came along. They all came along
> and brother's debt of one thousand silver pieces.
I kill ;d them all according to your orders. And Then he put the remaining one thousand
I do hink you've lost your temper this time, silver pieces into his pocket and headed hap-
have I't you?" pily for home.
424 THE ORAL TRADITION
Czechoslovakia
Lishka came into the room, gobbled up and they all teased him and bit him. And then
Budulinek's porridge, and ran away without wasn't he sorry he had disobeyed his Granny!
giving him any ride at all. And, oh, how he cried!
When dinner time came Budulinek hadn't When Granny came home she found the
anything to eat. door open and no little Budulinek anywhere.
In the evening when Granny came home She looked high and low, but no, there was no
she said: little Budulinek. She asked every one she met
"Budulinek, did you open the door and let had they seen her little Budulinek, but nobody
any one in?" had. So poor Granny just cried and cried, she
Budulinek was crying again because he was so lonely and sad.
was so hungry, and he said: One day an organ-grinder with a wooden
"Yes, I let in Lishka, the old mother fox, leg began playing in front of Granny's cot-
and she ate up all my porridge, too!" tage. The music made her think of Budu-
"Budulinek, you're a bad boy!" Granny linek.
said. "If you open the door again, I'll have to "Organ-grinder," Granny said, "here's a
spank you! Do you hear?" penny for you. But, please, don't play any
The next morning before she went to work, more. Your music makes me cry."
Granny cooked some peas for Budulinek's "Why does it make you cry?" the organ-
dinner. grinder asked.
As soon as Granny was gone he began "Because it reminds me of Budulinek,"
eating the peas, they were so good. Granny said, and she told the organ-grinder
Presently Lishka, the fox, came and all about Budulinek and how somebody had
knocked on the door. stolenhim away.
"Budulinek!" she called. "Open the door! I The organ-grinder said:
want to come in!" "Poor Granny! I tell you what I'll do: as I go
But Budulinek wouldn't open the door. He around and play my organ I'll keep my eyes
took his bowl of peas and went to the window open for Budulinek. If I find him I'll bring
and ate them there where Lishka could see him back to you."
him. "Will you?" Granny cried. "If you bring me
"Oh, Budulinek!" Lishka begged. "You back my little Budulinek I'll give you a mea-
know me! Please open the door! This time I sure of rye and a measure of millet and a
promise you I'll give you a ride on my tail! measure of poppy seed and a measure of
Truly I will!" everything in the house!"
She just begged and begged until at last So the organ-grinder went off and every-
Budulinek opened the door. Then Lishka where he played his organ he looked for
jumped into the room and do you know what Budulinek. But he couldn't find him.
she did? She put her nose right into the bowl At last one day while he was walking
of peas and gobbled them all up! through the forest he thought he heard a little
Then she said to Budulinek: boy crying. He looked around everywhere
"Now get on my tail and I'll give you a until he found a fox's hole.
ride!' "Oho!" he said to himself. "I believe that
So Budulinek climbed on Lishka's tail and wicked old Lishka must have stolen Budu-
Lishl a went running around the room faster linek! She's probably keeping him here
and f ister until Budulinek was dizzy and just with her own three children! I'll soon find
had t D hold on with all his might. out."
Thm, before Budulinek knew what was So he put down his organ and began to
happening, Lishka slipped out of the house play. And as he played he sang softly:
and r mswiftly off into the forest, home to her
hole, with Budulinek still on her tail! She hid "One old fox
Budulinek down in her hole with her own And two, three, four,
three children and she wouldn't let him out. And Budulinek
He h; .d to stay there with the three little foxes He makes one more!"
426 THE ORAL TRADITION
Old Lishka heard the music playing and As there were no foxes left to hold him
she said to her oldest child: back, Budulinek was able to crawl out.
"Here, son, give the old man a penny and When he saw the organ-grinder he cried
tell him to go away because my head aches." and said:
So the oldest little fox climbed out of the "Oh, please, Mr. Organ-Grinder, I want to
hole and gave the organ-grinder a penny and go home to my Granny!"
said: "I'll take you home to your Granny," the
"My mother says, please will you go away organ-grinder said, "but first I must punish
because her head aches." these naughty foxes."
As the organ-grinder reached over to take The organ-grinder cut a strong switch and
the penny, he caught the oldest little fox and gave the four foxes in the sack a terrible
stuffed him into a sack. Then he went on beating until they begged him to stop and
playing and singing: promised that they would never again do
anything to Budulinek.
"One old fox Then the organ-grinder let them go and he
And two and three took Budulinek home to Granny.
And Budulinek
Granny was delighted to see her little
Makes four for me!" Budulinek and she gave the organ-grinder a
measure of rye and a measure of millet and a
Presently Lishka sent out her second child
measure of poppy seed and a measure of
with a penny and the organ-grinder caught
the second little fox in the same way and everything else in the house.
And Budulinek never again opened the
stuffed it also into the sack. Then he went on
door!
grinding his organ and softly singing:
organ," Lishka said and sent out her third ismade more complicated by cumulative repeti-
child with a penny. tion, it builds up better to a climax. And yet, to a
So the organ-grinder caught the third little child reader, the marriage of the heroine to a
fox and stuffed it also into the sack. Then he mere farmer may not be so interesting as her
kept on playing and singing softly: marriage to a prince; and the contrast with Toads
and Diamonds is unforgettable. [From Parker
"One old fox Fillmore, The Shoemaker's Apron (Harcourt,
soon get you
I'll !
1920).]
And Budulinek
He makes just two." There was once a woman who had two girls.
One was her own daughter, the other a step-
At last Lishka herself came out. So he
child. Holena, her own daughter, she loved
caught her, too, and stuffed her in with her
children. Then he sang: dearly, but she couldn't bear even the sight
of Marushka, the stepchild. This was because
"Four naughty foxes Marushka was so much prettier than Holena.
Caught alive! Marushka, the dear child, didn't know how
And Budulinek pretty she was, and so she never understood
He makes the five!" why, whenever she stood beside Holena, the
stepmother frowned so crossly.
The organ-grinder went to the hole and Mother and daughter made Marushka do
called down: allthe housework alone. She had to cook and
"Budulinek! Budulinek! Come out!" wash and sew and spin and take care of the
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garden and look after the cow. Helena, on the last that it came from a great fire that was
contrary, spent all her time decking herself burning on the top of the mountain. Around
out and sitting around like a grand lady. the fire there were twelve stones, one of them
Marushka never complained. She did all much bigger and higher than the rest. Twelve
she was told to do and bore patiently their men were seated on the stones. Three of them
everlasting fault-finding. In spite of all the were very old and white; three were not so
hard work she did, she grew prettier from old; three were middle-aged; and three were
day to day, and in spite of her lazy life, beautiful youths. They did not talk. They sat
Holena grew uglier. silent gazing at the fire. They were the
"This will never do," the stepmother Twelve Months.
thought to herself. "Soon the boys will come For a moment Marushka was frightened
courting, and once they see how pretty Mar- and hesitated. Then she stepped forward and
ushka is, they'll pay no attention at all to my said, politely:
Holena. We had just better do all we can to "Kind sirs, may I warm myself at your fire?
get rid of that Marushka as soon as possible." I am
shaking with cold."
So they both nagged Marushka all day Great January nodded his head and Mar-
long. They made her work harder, they beat ushka reached her stiff fingers toward the
her, they didn't give her enough to eat, they flames.
did everything they could think of to make her "This is no place for you, my child," Great
ugly and nasty. But all to no avail. Marushka January said. "Why are you here?"
was so good and sweet that, in spite of all "I'm hunting for violets," Marushka an-
their harsh treatment, she kept on growing swered.
prettier. "Violets? This is no time to look for violets
One day in the middle of January Holena with snow on the ground!"
took the notion that nothing would do but she "I know that, sir, but my sister, Holena,
must have a bunch of fragrant violets to put says I must bring her violets from the forest
in her bodice. or she'll kill me, and my mother says so, too.
"Marushka!" she ordered sharply. "I want Please, sir, won't you tell me where I can find
some violets. Go out to the forest and get me some?"
some." Great January slowly stood up and walked
"Good heavens, my dear sister!" cried poor over to the youngest Month. He handed him a
Marushka. "What can you be thinking of? long staff and said:
Who!ver heard of violets growing under the "Here, March, you take the high seat."
snow in January?" So March took the high seat and began
"What, you lazy little slattern!" Holena waving the staff over the fire. The fire blazed
shoui:ed. "You dare to argue with me! You go up and instantly the snow all about began to
this minute and if you come back without melt. The trees burst into bud; the grass
violets, I'll kill you!" revived; the little pink buds of the daisies
The stepmother sided with Holena and, appeared; and, lo, it was spring!
takingMarushka roughly by the shoulder, she While Marushka looked, violets began to
pushed her out of the house and slammed the peep out from among the leaves, and soon it
door. was as if a great blue quilt had been spread on
The poor child climbed slowly up the the ground.
mountain-side, weeping bitterly. All around "Now, Marushka," March cried, "there are
the snow lay deep with no track of man or your violets! Pick them quickly!"
beasi in any direction. Marushka wandered Marushka was overjoyed. She stooped
on a id on, weak with hunger and shaking down and gathered a great bunch. Then she
with cold. thanked the Months politely, bade them good
"Dear God in heaven," she prayed, "take day, and hurried away.
me t< yourself away from all this suffering." Just imagine Holena and the stepmother's
Su idenly ahead of her she saw a glowing surprise when they saw Marushka coming
light She struggled toward it and found at home through the snow with her hands full of
428 THE ORAL TRADITION
violets.They opened the door and instantly is winter and strawberries do not grow in the
the fragrance of the flowers filled the cottage. snow."
"Where did you get them?" Helena de- Marushka shook her head sadly.
manded rudely. "I know that, sir, but my sister, Holena,
"High up in the mountain," Marushka says I must bring her strawberries from the
said. "The ground up there is covered with forest or she will kill me, and my mother says
them." so, too. Please, sir, won't you tell me where I
Helena snatched the violets and fastened can find some?"
them in her waist. She kept smelling them Great January slowly stood up and walked
herself all afternoon and she let her mother over to the Month who sat opposite him. He
smell them, but she never once said to Mar- handed him the long staff and said:
ushka: "Here, June, you take the high seat."
"Dear sister, won't you take a smell?" So June took the high seat and began wav-
The next day, as she was sitting idle in the ing the staff over the fire. The flames blazed
chimney corner, she took the notion that she high, and with the heat the snow all about
must have some strawberries to eat. So she melted instantly. The earth grew green; the
called Marushka and said: trees decked themselves in leaves; the birds
"Here you, Marushka, go out to the forest began to sing; flowers bloomed and, lo, it was
and get me some strawberries." summer! Presently little starry white blos-
"Good heavens, my dear sister," Marushka soms covered the ground under the beech
said, "where can I find strawberries this time trees. Soon these turned to fruit, first green,
of year? Whoever heard of strawberries grow- then pink, then red, and, with a gasp of
ing under the snow?" delight, Marushka saw that they were ripe
"What, you lazy little slattern!" Holena strawberries.
shouted. "You dare to argue with me! You go "Now, Marushka," June cried, "there are
this minute, and if you come back without your strawberries! Pick them quickly!"
strawberries, I'll kill you!" Marushka picked an apronful of berries.
Again the stepmother sided with Holena Then she thanked the Months politely, bade
and, taking Marushka roughly by the shoul- them good-bye, and hurried home.
der, she pushed her out of the house and Just imagine again Holena and the step-
slammed the door. mother's surprise as they saw Marushka com-
Again the poor child climbed slowly up the ing through the snow with an apronful of
mountain-side, weeping bitterly. All around strawberries !
the snow lay deep with no track of man or They opened the door and instantly the
beast in any direction. Marushka wandered fragrance of the berries filled the house.
on and on, weak with hunger and shaking "Where did you get them?" Holena de-
with cold. At last she saw ahead of her the manded rudely.
glow of the same fire that she had seen the "High up in the mountain," Marushka an-
day before. With happy heart she hastened to swered, "under the beech trees."
it. The Twelve Months were seated as before Holena took the strawberries and gobbled
with Great January on the high seat. and gobbled and gobbled. Then the stepmoth-
Marushka bowed politely and said: er ate all she wanted. But it never occurred to
"Kind sirs, may I warm myself at your fire? either of them to say:
I am shaking with cold." "Here, Marushka, you take one."
Great January nodded and Marushka The next day, when Holena was sitting
reached her stiff fingers toward the flames. idle, as usual, in the chimney corner, the
"But Marushka," Great January said, "why notion took her that she must have some red
are you here again? What are you hunting apples. So she called Marushka and said:
now?" "Here you, Marushka, go out to the forest
"I'm hunting strawberries," Marushka an- and get me some red applies."
swered. "But, my dear sister," Marushka gasped,
"Strawberries? But, Marushka, my child, it "where can I find red apples in winter?"
FOLKTALES 429
"What, you lazy little slattern, you dare to Holena and her stepmother were more sur-
argue with me! You go this minute, and if you prised than ever to see Marushka coming
come back without red applies, I'll kill you!" through the snow with red apples in her
For the third time the stepmother sided hands. They let her in and grabbed the apples
with Helena and, taking Marushka roughly from her.
by the shoulder, pushed her out of the house "Where did you get them?" Holena de-
and slammed the door. manded.
So again the poor child went out to the "High up on the mountain," Marushka an-
forest. All around the snow lay deep with no swered. "There are plenty of them growing
track of man or beast in any direction. This there."
time Marushka hurried straight to the "Plenty of them! And you only brought us
mountain-top. She found the Months still two!" Holena cried angrily. "Or did you pick
seated about their fire with Great January more and eat them yourself on the way
still on the high stone. home?"
Marushka bowed politely and said: "No, no, my dear sister," Marushka said. "I
"Kind sirs, may I warm myself at your fire? haven't eaten any, truly I haven't. They
I am shaking with cold." shouted to me not to pick any more."
Great January nodded, and Marushka "I wish the lightning had struck you dead!"
reached her stiff fingers toward the flames. Holena sneered. "I've a good mind to beat
"Why are you here again, Marushka?" you!"
Great January asked. "What are you looking After a time the greedy Holena left off her
for now?" scolding to eat one of the apples. It had so
"Red apples," Marushka answered. "My delicious a flavor that she declared she had
sister, Helena, says I must bring her some red never in all her life tasted anything so good.
apples from the forest or she will kill me, and Her mother said the same. When they had
my mother says so, too. Please sir, won't you finished both apples, they began to wish for
tell me where I can find some?" more.
Great January slowly stood up and walked "Mother," Holena said, "go get me my fur
over to one of the older Months. He handed cloak. I'm going up the mountain myself. No
him the long staff and said: use sending that lazy little slattern again,
"Here, September, you take the high seat." for she would only eat up all the applies on
So September took the high seat and began the way home. I'll find that tree and when I
waving the staff over the fire. The fire burned pick the apples, I'd like to see anybody stop
and glowed. Instantly the snow disappeared. me!"
The fields about looked brown and yellow The mother begged Holena not to go out in
and dry. From the trees the leaves dropped such weather, but Holena was headstrong
one by one and a cool breeze scattered them and would go. She threw her fur cloak over
over the stubble. There were not many flow- her shoulders and put a shawl on her head
ers, old wild asters on the hillside, and mead- and off she went up the mountain-side.
ow saffron in the valleys, and under the All around the snow lay deep with no track
beeches ferns and ivy. Presently Marushka of man or beast in any direction. Holena
spied an apple tree weighted down with ripe wandered on and on determined to find those
fruit wonderful apples. At last she saw a light in
"There, Marushka," September called, the distance and when she reached it she
Gather them quickly."
"thei e are your apples. found it was the great fire about which the
Marushka reached up and picked one ap- Twelve Months were seated.
ple, 'lien she picked another. At first she was frightened, but, soon grow-
"That's enough, Marushka!" September ing bold, she elbowed her way through the
shou :ed. "Don't pick any more!" circle of men and without so much as saying,
M;irushka obeyed at once. Then she "By your leave," she put out her hands to the
than ;ed the Months politely, bade them fire. She hadn't even the courtesy to say:
warm cloak her limbs began to weaken and "Dear God in heaven, what can be keeping
grow numb. The snow kept on falling, the icy them?" Marushka cried anxiously. She
wind kept on blowing. peered out the window to see if they were
Did Helena at last begin to feel sorry that coming.
she had been so wicked and cruel to Mar- The storm had spent itself. The wind had
ushka? No, she did not. Instead, the colder died down. The fields gleamed white in the
she grew, the more bitterly she reviled Mar- snow, and up in the sky the frosty stars were
ushka in her heart, the more bitterly she twinkling brightly. But not a living creature
reviled even the good God Himself. was in sight. Marushka knelt down and
Meanwhile, at home her mother waited prayed for her sister and mother.
for her and waited. She stood at the win- The next morning she prepared breakfast
dow as long as she could, then she opened for them.
the door and tried to peer through the "They'll be very cold and hungry," she said
storm. She waited and waited, but no Hol- to herself.
ena came. She waited for them, but they didn't come.
"Oh dear, oh dear, what can be keeping She cooked dinner for them, but still they
her?" she thought to herself. "Does she like didn't come. In fact they never came, for they
those apples so much that she can't leave both froze to death on the mountain.
them, or what is it? I think I'll have to go out So our good little Marushka inherited the
myself and find her." cottage and the garden and the cow. After a
So the stepmother put her fur cloak about time she married a farmer. He made her a
her shoulders, threw a shawl over her head, good husband and they lived together very
and started out. happily.
Poland
The Jolly Tailor Who Became King stories most representative of Polish folklore.
Stories she had told over and over again to Polish
In making her collection The Jolly Tailor and children in their own tongue, she translated for
Other Fairy Tales, Lucia Merecka Borski chose English-speaking children. The favorite, The Jolly
FOLKTALES 431
Tailor, is reprinted below. A lively story, full of Now Mr. Nitechka would have lived very
humor, it tells of impossible happenings that happily in Taidaraida had it not been for a
seem perfectly logical and satisfactory. [From Gypsy. She happened to be in the town when
Lucia Merecka Borski and Kate B. Miller, The Jolly she cut her foot. In her trouble she went to
Tailor and Other Fairy Tales (Longmans, 1925).] the Tailor, who darned the skin so carefully
and so neatly that not a scar could be seen.
Once upon a time, in the town of Taidaraida, The Gypsy was so grateful that she read
there lived a merry little Tailor, Mr. Joseph Nitechka' s future from his hand:
Nitechka. He was a very thin man and had a "If you leave this town on a Sunday and
small beard of one hundred and thirty-six walk always Westward, you will reach a place
hairs. where you will be chosen King!"
All tailors are thin, reminding one of a Nitechka laughed at this. But that very
needle and thread, but Mr. Nitechka was the night he dreamt that he indeed became a
thinnest of all, for he could pass through the King, and that from great prosperity he grew
eye of his own needle. He was so thin that he so fat that he looked like an immense barrel.
could eat nothing but noodles, for they were Upon waking he thought:
the only thing which could pass down his "Maybe it is true? Who knows? Get up, Mr.
throat. But for all this, he was a very happy Nitechka, and go West."
man, and a handsome one, too, particularly He took a bundle with a hundred needles
on holidays when he braided his beard. and a thousand miles of thread, a thimble, an
iron, and a pair of very big scissors, and "All right," answered the Scarecrow. "I am
started out to find the West. He asked first one already weary of being here. But please, Mr.
and then another in the town of Taidaraida Nitechka, mend my clothes a bit, because I
where the West was. But no one knew. Final- might like to marry someone on the way; and
ly he asked an old man, a hundred and so I should be neat and handsome."
six years old, who upon thinking awhile "With great pleasure!" said Nitechka. He
said: went to work, and in an hour the Scarecrow
"West must be there where the sun sets." had a beautiful suit and a hat almost like
This seemed so wise to Nitechka that he new. The sparrows in the field laughed at him
went that way. But he had not gone far when a little, but he paid no attention to them as he
a gust of wind blew across the field not a walked with great dignity with Mr. Nitechka.
very strong gust but, because Mr. Nitechka On the way the two became great friends.
was so exceedingly thin, just strong enough They generally slept in a wheat field, the
to carry him off. Tailor tying himself to the Scarecrow with a
The
Tailor flew through the air, laughing piece of thread so that the wind could not
heartily at such a ride. Soon, however, the carryhim off again. And when dogs fell upon
wind became tired and let him down to earth. them, the Scarecrow, who was very brave
He was much bewildered and did not come to because of his profession, tore out his foot
his senses until someone shouted: and threw it after them. Then he tied it again
"What is this?" to his body.
Mr. Nitechka looked around and saw that Once in the evening they spied a light
he was in a wheat field and that the wind had through the trees.
thrown him right into the arms of a Scare- "Let us go there; maybe they will let us
crow. The Scarecrow was very elegant in a pass the night," said Nitechka.
blue jacket and a broken stovepipe hat, and "By all means, let us do them the honor,"
his trousers were only a bit torn. He had two answered Count Scarecrow.
sticks for feet and also sticks for hands. As they drew nearer they saw that it was a
Nitechka took off his little cap, bowed very strange house because it could walk. It stood
low, saying in his thin voice: on four feet and was turning around.
"My regards to the honorable Sir. I beg your "The owner of the house must be a gay
pardon if I stepped on your foot. I am Mr. man," whispered the Tailor. "He dances all
Nitechka, the Tailor." the time."
"I am very much
pleased to meet such a They waited until the door came round to
charming man," answered the Scarecrow. "I them and then went into the house. It was
am Count Scarecrow and my coat of arms is indeed a very strange house. Although it was
Four Sticks. I watch the sparrows here so that summer, immense logs of wood burned in
they will not steal wheat, but I give little heed the stove, and on the fire sat a nobleman
to them. I am uncommonly courageous and warming himself. From time to time he took a
would like to fight only with lions and tigers, glowing coal in his hands and swallowed it
but this year they very seldom come to eat the with great pleasure. Upon noticing the travel-
wheat. Where are you going, Mr. Nitechka?" ers, he went over to them, bowed and said:
Nitechka bowed again and hopped three "Is it not Mr. Nitechka and Count Scare-
times as he was very polite and he knew that crow?"
well-bred men thus greeted each other. They were speechless with astonishment to
"Where do I go, Mr. Count? I am going think that he should know them, but said
Westward to a place where I will become nothing. Mr. Nitechka hopped up three times
King." and Count Scarecrow took off his hat.
"Is it possible?" The nobleman continued:
"Of course!I was born to be a King. And "Stay with me for supper and tomorrow
perhaps you, Mr. Count, would like to go with you may go your way. I will call my wife, my
me; it will be merrier." daughter, and my other relatives."
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He clapped his hands and suddenly a large "Watch, brother, and when the door is be-
company appeared. The host's daughter was hind us, shout!"
very beautiful, but when she laughed, it was Then he got up, took off his cap and in his
as if a horse had neighed in a meadow. She thin little voice began to sing the only song he
took an instant liking to Nitechka and told knew.
him she would very much like to have him for to the
"Sing praises Holy Virgin,
her husband. They sat down to supper,
Sing praises to Her Wondrous Name!"
Nitechka and Count Scarecrow on a bench,
and all the others on iron pots filled with At the mention of the Virgin, the whole
glowing coals. family rose to their feet, and ran around the
"Do not wonder, dear Sirs," the host said, room, sprawling and shouting and cursing.
"that we sit thus, for our family always feels Nitechka said nothing, but simply continued
very cold." his song. He could feel the house running
They served soup in a big caldron and somewhere with them, and so he sang and
Nitechka was just putting his spoon to his sang like the thinnest pipe in the organ. When
lips, when Count Scarecrow pulled his coat he had finished the song, he began to sing it
and whispered: over again. At that moment everything disap-
"Mr. Nitechka, don't eat, for this is hot peared, and only a terrible wind blew.
pitch!" Terrified, Nitechka and Count Scarecrow
So pretending that they liked the soup, they found themselves alone in a huge meadow.
spilt it under the table. Then a strange look- Then they gave thanks for their delivery and
ing servant brought a new dish of rats in a Nitechka said:
black sauce, and later he served fried locust, "They were awful devils, but we overpow-
lob-worms with parmesan cheese like noo- ered them."
dles, and, for dessert, old, bad eggs. Nitechka "I frightened them so much," boasted
and Count Scarecrow threw everything under Count Scarecrow.
the table, becoming more and more fright- They continued their way toward Paca-
ened. n6w, where dwelt the famous smiths who
All at once the host said: shoe the goats, a beautiful old town, where
"Do you know, Mr. Nitechka, that the King the King had died. When after seven days
has just died in Pacanow [Patsanoff]?" of adventures they reached Pacan6w, they
"Where is Pacanow, is it far?" asked the were greatly astonished. All around the town
Tailor. it was sunshiny and pleasant; but over Paca-
"A crow can fly to that town in two days. now the rain poured from the sky as from a
And do you know they are seeking a King bucket.
there,and he who marries my daughter will "I won't go in there," said the Scarecrow,
become King?" "because my hat will get wet."
The girl neighed like an old horse at this "And even I do not wish to become King of
and threw her arms around Nitechka's neck. such a wet kingdom," said the Tailor.
"Let's run away!" murmured Count Scare- Just then the townspeople spied them and
crow. rushed toward them, led by the Burgomaster
"But I can't find the door. There is no help," riding on a shod goat.
replied Nitechka. "Dear Sirs," they said, "maybe you can
So<n, however, the whole family became help us."
very ;;ay, and presently the host said: "And what has happened to you?" asked
"We will drink to your health and sing Nitechka.
merrily. Mr. Nitechka, do you know a song?" "Deluge and destruction threaten us. Our
"Yes, indeed," said Nitechka, "and a very King died a week ago, and since that time a
nice ne."
( terrible rain has come down upon our gor-
Saving this, he whispered to Count Scare- geous town. We can't even make fires in our
crow: houses, because so much water runs through
434 THE ORAL TRADITION
the chimneys. We will perish, honorable "Yes," said Nitechka, "but why does it fall
Sirs!" over the town only, and not elsewhere?"
"It is too bad," said Nitechka very wisely. "Because elsewhere is nice weather."
"Oh, very bad! And we are most sorry for "You're stupid, Mr. Count," said the Tailor.
the late King's daughter, as the poor thing "But tell me, how long has it rained?"
can't stop crying and this causes even more "They say since the King died."
water." "So you see! Now I know everything! The
"That makes it still worse," replied King was so great and mighty that when he
Nitechka, still more wisely. died and went to Heaven he made a huge hole
"Help us, help us!" continued the Burgo- in the sky."
master. "Do you know the immeasurable re- "Oh, oh, true!"
ward the Princess promised to the one who "Through the hole the rain poured and it
stops the rain? She promised to marry him will pour until the end of the world if the hole
and then he will become King." isn't sewed up!"
"Truly?" cried Nitechka. "Count Scare- Count Scarecrow looked at him in amaze-
crow, let's go to the town. We ought to try to ment.
help them." "In all my life I have never seen such a
They were led through the terrible rain to wise Tailor," said he.
the Princess, who upon seeing Nitechka, They rejoiced greatly, went to the Burgo-
cried out: master, and ordered him to tell the towns-
"Oh, what a handsome youth!" people that Mr. Joseph Nitechka, a citizen
He hopped three times and said: of the town of Taidaraida, promised to stop
"Is it true, Princess, that you will marry the the rain.
one who stops the rain?" "Long live Mr. Nitechka! Long may he
"I vowed I would." live!" shouted the whole town.
"And if I do it?" Then Nitechka ordered them to bring all
"I will keep my promise." the ladders in the town, tie them together,
"And I shall become a King?" and lean them against the sky. He took a
"You will, O beautiful youth." hundred needles and, threading one, went up
"Very well," answered the Tailor. "I am the ladders. Count Scarecrow stayed at the
going to stop the rain." bottom and unwound the spool on which
So saying he nodded to Count Scarecrow there was a hundred miles of thread.
and they left the Princess. When Nitechka got to the very top he saw
The whole population, full of hope, gath- that there was a huge hole in the sky, a hole
ered around them. Nitechka and the Scare- as big as the town. A torn piece of the sky
crow stood under an umbrella and whispered hung down, and through this hole the water
to each other. poured.
"Listen, Scarecrow, what shall we do to So he went to work and sewed and sewed
make the rain stop falling?" for two days. His fingers grew stiff and he
"We have to bring back pleasant weather." became very tired but he did not stop. When
"But how?" he had finished sewing he pressed out the sky
"Ha! Let's think!" with the iron and then, exhausted, went down
But for three days they thought and the the ladders.
rain fell and fell and fell. Suddenly Nitechka Once more the sun shone over Pacanow.
gave a cry of joy like a goat's bleating. Count Scarecrow almost went mad with joy,
"I know where the rain comes from!" as did the other inhabitants of the town.
all
"Where from?" The Princess wiped her eyes that were almost
"From the sky!" cried out, and throwing herself on Nitechka's
"Eh!" grumbled the Scarecrow. "I know neck, kissed him affectionately.
that too. Surely it doesn't fall from the bottom Nitechka was very happy. He looked
to the top, but the other way around." around, and there were the Burgomaster and
FOLKTALES 435
Councilmen bringing him a golden scepter for a long time, and the rain never fell in his
and a gorgeous crown and shouting: kingdom. In his good fortune Nitechka did
"Long live King Nitechka! Long live he! not forget his old friend, Count Scarecrow,
Long live he! And let him be the Princess' and he appointed him the Great Warden of
husband and let him reign happily!" the Kingdom to drive away the sparrows from
So the merry little Tailor reigned happily the royal head.
Jewish Folktale
And David replied, "Give me back my fa- goat, its black beard clasped tightly in her
ther and mother." hands.
The devil swore that he knew nothing "Your mother and father are here. Give me
about them, but David did not let himself be my tail," said the devil.
fooled. David looked through the keyhole and saw
"You kidnapped them, cursed Devil," his parents were really there. He wanted to
David said. He picked up a sharp ax and told open the door at once and let them in, but he
the devil that he would cut off his tail. was not yet ready to free the devil.
"Have pity on me. I have only one tail," the He rushed over to the window, took the
devil cried. And to his wife he said, "Go Hanukkah candle, and singed the devil's tail.
quickly to the cave behind the black moun- "Now, Devil, you will always remember," he
tains and bring back the man and woman we cried, "Hanukkah is no time for making
led astray." trouble."
His wife sped away on her hoop and soon Then at last he opened the door. The devil
brought the couple back. David's father sat licked his singed tail and ran off with his wife
on the hoop holding on to the witch by her to the land where no people walk, no cattle
hair; his mother came riding on the white tread, where the sky is copper and the earth is
iron.
Norway
The Three Billy-Goats-Gruff "Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said
the Troll.
This cumulative beast tale is an almost
perfectly "Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little,
constructed short story. It wastes no words; the that I am," said the Billy-Goat. "Wait a bit till
action moves with rapidity; and the satisfactory the second Billy-Goat-Gruff comes; he's much
ending to the action is tied off with a couplet that bigger."
children love to repeat. [From Peter Christen "Well! be off with you," said the Troll.
Asbjornsen, Popular Tales from the Norse, tr. by A little while after came the second Billy-
G. W. Dasent (Putnam, 1908).] Goat-Gruff to cross the bridge.
"Trip, Trap! Trip, Trap! Trip, Trap!" went
Once on a time there were three Billy-Goats the bridge.
who were to go up to the hillside to make "WHO'S THAT tripping over my bridge?"
themselves fat, and the family name of the roared the Troll.
three goats was "Gruff." "Oh! it's the second Billy-Goat-Gruff, and
On the way up was a bridge, over a burn I'm going up to the hillside to make myself
they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a fat," said the Billy-Goat, who hadn't such a
great ugly Troll, with eyes as big as saucers small voice.
and a nose as long as a poker. "Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said
First of all came the youngest Billy-Goat- the Troll.
Gruff to cross the bridge. "Oh, no! don't take me. Wait a little till the
"Trip trap; trip, trap!" went the bridge. big Billy-Goat-Gruff comes; he's much big-
"WHO'S THAT tripping over my bridge?" ger."
roared the Troll. "Very well; be off with you," said the Troll.
"Oh! it is only I, the tiniest Billy-Goat- But just then up came the big Billy-Goat-
Gruff;and I'm going up to the hillside to make Gruff.
myself fat," said the Billy-Goat, with such a "Trip, Trap .'Trip, Trap .'Trip, Trap '"went
small voice. the bridge, for the Billy-Goat was so heavy
FOLKTALES 437
that the bridge creaked and groaned under "Oh, darling, pretty, good, nice mother,"
him. said the fifth.
"WHO'S THAT tramping over my bridge?" "Oh, darling, pretty, good, nice, clever
roared the Troll. mother," said the sixth.
"It's I! THE BIG BILLY-GOAT-GRUFF," "Oh, darling, pretty, good, nice, clever,
said the Billy-Goat, who had a big hoarse sweet mother," said the seventh.
voice of his own. So they begged for the Pancake all round,
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," the one more prettily than the other; for they
roared the Troll. were so hungry and so good.
"Yes, yes, bairns, only bide a bit till it turns
"Well, come
along! I've got two spears,
itself" she ought to have said, "till I get it
And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears,
turned" "and then you shall have some a
I've got besides two curling-stones,
lovely sweet-milk Pancake; only look how fat
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones." and happy it lies there."
That was what the big Billy-Goat said; so When the Pancake heard that it got afraid,
he flew at the Troll and poked his eyes out and in a trice itturned itself all of itself, and
with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body tried to jump out of the pan; but it fell back
and bones, and tossed him out into the burn, into itagain t'other side up, and so when it
and after that he went up to the hillside. had been fried a little on the other side, too,
There the Billy-Goats got so fat they were till it got firmer in its flesh, it sprang out on
scarcely able to walk home again; and if the the floor, and rolled off like a wheel through
fat hasn't fallen off them, why they're still the door and down the hill.
fat; and so "Holloa! Stop, Pancake!" and away went
the goody after it, with the frying-pan in
Snip, snap, snout, one hand and the ladle in the other, as fast
This tale's told out.
as she could, and her bairns behind her,
while the goodman limped after them last
of all.
"Hi! won't you stop? Seize it! Stop, Pan-
The Pancake
cake," they all screamed out, one after anoth-
This repetitive, cumulative tale is found in many er, and tried to catch it on the run and hold it;
countries and is so full of amusing action and but the Pancake rolled on and on, and in the
speech that it is no surprise to find it modernized twinkling of an eye it was so far ahead that
in The Gingerbread Boy. [From Peter Christen they couldn't see it, for the Pancake was
Asbjornsen, Tales from the Fjeld, tr. by G. W. faster on its feet than any of them.
Dasent (Putnam, 1908).] So when it had rolled a while it met a man.
"Good day, Pancake," said the man.
Once on a time there was a goody who had "God bless you, Manny-Panny," said the
seven hungry bairns, and she was frying a Pancake.
Pancake for them. It was a sweet-milk Pan- "Dear Pancake," said the man, "don't roll
cake, and there it lay in the pan bubbling and so fast; stop a little and let me eat you."
frizzling so thick and good, it was a sight for "When I have given the slip to Goody-
sore eyes to look at. And the bairns stood Poody, and the goodman, and seven squalling
round about, and the goodman sat by and children, I may well slip through your fingers,
looked on. Manny-Panny," said the Pancake, and rolled
"Oil, give me a bit of Pancake, mother on and on till it met a hen.
dear; I am
so hungry," said one bairn. "Good day, Pancake," said the hen.
"Oil, darling mother," said the second. "The same to you, Henny-Penny," said the
"Oil, darling, good mother," said the third. Pancake.
"Oli, darling, good, nice mother," said the "Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit
fourtl . and let me eat you up," said the hen.
438 THE ORAL TRADITION
"When I have given the slip to Goody- Penny, and Cocky-Locky, and Ducky-Lucky,
Poody, and the goodman, and seven squalling and Goosey-Poosey, I may well slip through
children, and Manny-Panny, I may well slip your feet, Gander-Pander," said the Pancake,
through your claws, Henny-Penny," said the and it rolled off as fast as ever.
Pancake, and so it rolled on like a wheel down So when it had rolled a long, long time it
Poody, and the goodman, and seven squalling Pancake at one gulp; and the poor Pancake
children, and Manny-Panny, and Henny- could go no farther, why this story can go
Penny, and Cocky-Locky, I may well slip no farther either.
through your fingers, Ducky-Lucky," said the
Pancake, and with that it took to rolling and The Ram and the Who
Pig
rolling faster than ever; and when it had
rolled a long, long met a goose. Went into the Woods
way it
"Good day, Pancake," said the goose. This Scandinavian story is really only another
"The same to you, Goosey-Poosey." version of The Bremen Town Musicians. The
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit motive for leaving home is the same in both, but
and let me eat you up." the differences between the two tales offer an
"When I have given the slip to Goody- interesting study. [From Peter Christen Asbjorn-
Poody, and the goodman, and seven squalling sen, Fairy Tales from the Far North (Century,
children, and Manny-Panny, and Henny- 1895).]
Penny, and Cocky-Locky, and Ducky-Lucky, I
can well slip through your feet, Goosey- There was once upon a time a ram, who was
Poosey," said the Pancake, and off it rolled. being fattened up for killing. He had there-
So when it had rolled a long, long way fore plenty to eat, and he soon became round
farther, it met a gander. and fat with all the good things he got. One
"Good day, Pancake," said the gander. day the dairymaid came, and gave him some
"The same to you, Gander-Pander," said more food.
the Pancake. "You must eat, ram," she said; "you'll not
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit be long here now, for tomorrow we are going
and let me eat you up." to kill you."
"When I have given the slip to Goody- "There's an old saying, that no one should
Poody, and the goodman, and seven squalling sneer at old women's advice, and that advice
children, and Manny-Panny, and Henny- and physic can be had for everything except
FOLKTALES 439
death," thought the ram to himself; "but Well, she might come with them, thought
perhaps I might manage to escape it this the pig, for he liked the place to be warm and
time." cozy.
And went on eating till he was full,
so he When they had gone a bit on the way the
and when he was quite satisfied he ran his goose was not getting along very fast they
horns against the door, burst it open, and set met a hare, who came scampering out of the
off to the neighboring farm. There he made wood.
straight for the pigsty, to look for a pig with "Good day, my good people, and thanks for
whom he had struck up an acquaintance on your kindness the last time we met," said the
the common, since when they had always hare. "How far are you going today?" said he.
been good friends and got on well together. "Good day, and thanks to you," said the
"Good day, and thanks for your kindness ram; "we had it altogether too comfortable at
last time we met," said the ram to the pig. our place, so we are off to the woods to build a
"Good day, and thanks to you," said the pig. house and live by ourselves. When you have
"Do you know why they make you so com- tried both East and West, you'll find that a
fortable, and why they feed you and look after home of your own is after all the best," said
you so well?" said the ram. he.
"No," said the pig. "Well, I have, of course, a home in every
"There are many mouths to feed on this bush," said the hare; "but I have often said to
farm, you must know," said the ram; "they myself in the winter that if I lived till the
are going to kill you and eat you." summer I would build a house, so I have a
"Are they?" said the pig. "Well, much good good mind to go with you and build one after
it may do them!" all," said he.
"If you are of the same mind as I, we will "Well, if the worst comes to the worst, we
go into the woods and build a house and live might take you with us to frighten the dogs
by ourselves; there is nothing like having a away," said the pig, "for you couldn't help us
home of your own, you know," said the ram. to build the house, I should say."
Yes, the pig was quite willing. "It's nice to "There is always something for willing
be in fine company," said he, and off they hands to do in this world," said the hare. "I
started. have teeth to gnaw pegs with, and I have
When they had got a bit on the way they paws to knock them into the walls, so I'll do
met a goose. very well for a carpenter; for 'good tools make
"Good day, good people, and thanks for
my good work,' as the man said, when he skinned
your kindness last time we met," said the his mare with an auger," said the hare.
goose. "Where are you off to?" Well, he might come with them and help to
"Good day, and thanks to you," said the build the house; there could be no harm in
ram. "We had it altogether too comfortable at that.
our place, so we are off to the woods to live by When they had got a bit farther on the way
ourselves. In your own house you are your they met a cock.
own rr aster, you know," said he. "Good day, my good people, and thanks for
"Well, I'm very comfortable where I am," your kindness last time we met," said the
said th e goose; "but why shouldn't I join you? cock; "where are you all going today?" he
Good company makes the day shorter," said said.
she. "Good day, and thanks to you," said the
"But neither hut nor house can be built by ram; "we had it altogether too comfortable at
gabbli ig and quacking," said the pig. "What we are off to the woods to build a
our place, so
do you think you can do?" house and live by ourselves. 'For unless at
"Go )d counsel and skill may do as much as home you bake, you'll lose both fuel and
a giart's will," said the goose. "I can pluck cake,'" said he.
moss nd stuff it into the crevices, so that the
i
"Well, I am comfortable enough, where I
house will be warm and comfortable." am," said the cock, "but it's better to have
440 THE ORAL TRADITION
your own roost than to sit on a stranger's At last the wolf managed to get out of the
perch and crow; and that cock is best off who house.
has a home of his own," said he. "If I could "Well, to know one's neighbors is to add to
join such fine company as yours, I too would one's wisdom," said the wolf who was wait-
like to go to the woods and build a house." ing outside; "I suppose you had a grand re-
"Well, flapping and crowing is all very well ception, since you stayed so long. But what
for noise, but it won't cut joists," said the pig. about the light? I don't see either pipe or
"You can't help us to build a house," he said. smoke," said he.
"It is not well to live in a house where there "Yes, that was a nice light I got, and a nice
is neither dog nor cock," said the cock; "I am lot of people they were," said he who had been
early to rise and early to crow." inside. "Such treatment I never met with
"Yes, 'early to rise makes one wealthy and before, but 'as you make your bed so you must
wise,' so let him come with us!" said the pig. lie,' and 'an unexpected guest must put up
He was always the heaviest sleeper. "Sleep is with what he gets,'" said the wolf. "No soon-
a big thief, and steals half one's life," he said. er had I got inside the door than the shoemak-
So they all set off to the woods and built the er threw his last at me, and I fell on my head
house. The pig felled the trees and the ram in the middle of the forge; there sat two
dragged them home; the hare was the car- smiths, blowing bellows and pinching and
penter, and gnawed pegs and hammered snipping bits of flesh off me with red-hot
them into walls and roof; the goose plucked tongs and pincers; the hunter rushed about
moss and stuffed it into the crevices between the room looking for his gun, but as luck
the logs; the cock crew and took care that would have he couldn't find it. And up on
it,
they did not oversleep themselves in the the rafters sat some one beating his arms
mornings, and when the house was ready and about and shouting: 'Let's hook him! let's
the roof covered with birch-bark and thatched hook him! Sling him up! sling him up!' and if
with turf, they could at least live by them- he had only got hold of me I should never
selves, and they were all both happy and have got out alive."
contented.
pleasant to travel both East and West,
"It's
but home is,
after all, the best," said the ram.
Gudbrand on the Hillside
But a bit farther into the wood two wolves
had their lair, and when they saw that a new The action at the beginning of this story is very
house had been built hard by they wanted to Jack and the Beanstalk and of The Bee,
like that of
know what sort of folks they had got for the Harp, the Mouse, and the Bum -Clock. But
neighbors. For they thought, "a good neigh- after the foolish exchanges are made, this tale
bor is better than a brother in a foreign land, takes a sudden, unexpected turn and leads to a
and it is better to live among good neighbors very different, though equally satisfactory, con-
than to be known far and wide." clusion. [From Peter Christen Asbjornsen, Fairy
So one of them made it his business to call Tales from the Far North (Century, 1895).]
there and ask for a light for his pipe. The
moment he came inside the door the ram There was once upon a time a man whose
rushed at him, and gave him such a butt with name was Gudbrand. He had a farm which
his horns that the wolf fell on his head into lay far away up on the side of a hill, and
the hearth; the pig snapped and bit, the goose therefore they called him Gudbrand on the
nipped and pecked, the cock flew up on a Hillside.
rafter and began to crow and cackle, and the He and his wife lived so happily together
hare became so frightened that he scampered and agreed so well, that whatever the man
and jumped about, both high and low, and did the wife thought it so well done that no
knocked and scrambled about from one cor- one could do it better. No matter what he did,
ner of the room to the other. she thought it was always the right thing.
FOLKTALES 441
Th:y lived on their own farm, and had a "For it is always better to keep body and
hundred dollars at the bottom of their chest soul together than to have a cock," thought
and two cows in their cowshed. One day the Gudbrand.
woman said to Gudbrand: He then set off again homeward till he
"I think we ought to go to town with one of came to his neighbor's farm and there he
the cows and sell it, so that we may have went in.
some ready money by us. We are pretty well "How did you get on in town?" asked the
off, and ought to have a few shillings in our people.
pocket like other people. The hundred dollars "Oh, only so-so," said the man; "I can't
in the chest we mustn't touch, but I can't see boast of my luck, nor can I grumble at it
what we want with more than one cow. It will either." And then he told them how it had
be much better for us to sell one as I shall gone with him from first to last.
then have only one to look after instead of the "Well, you'll have a fine reception when
two I have now to mind and feed." you get home to your wife," said the neighbor.
Yes, Gudbrand thought, that was well and "Heaven help you! I should not like to be in
sensibly spoken. He took the cow at once and your place."
went to town to sell it; but when he got there I might have fared much worse,"
"I think
no one would buy the cow. said Gudbrand; "but whether I have fared
"Ah, well!" thought Gudbrand, "I may as well or ill, I have such a kind wife that
well take the cow home again. I know I have she never says anything, no matter what
both stall and food for it, and the way home is I do."
no longer than it was here." So he strolled "Aye, so you say; but you won't get me to
homeward again with the cow. believe it," said the neighbor.
When he had got a bit on the way he met a "Shall we make a wager on it?" said Gud-
man who had a horse to sell, and Gudbrand brand. "I have a hundred dollars in my chest
thought it was better to have a horse than a at home; you lay the same?"
will
cow, and so he changed the cow for a horse. So they made the wager and Gudbrand
When he had gone a bit farther he met a remained there till the evening, when it
man who was driving a fat pig before him, began to get dark, and then they went togeth-
and then he thought it would be better to have er to the farm.
a fat pig than a horse, and so he changed with The neighbor was to remain outside the
the man. door and listen, while Gudbrand went in to his
He now went a bit farther, and then he met wife.
a mar with a goat, and, as he thought it was "Good evening!" said Gudbrand when he
surely better to have a goat than a pig, he came in.
changed with the man who had the goat. "Good evening!" said the wife. "Heaven be
Then he went a long way, till he met a man praised you are back again."
who had a sheep; he changed with him, for he "Yes, here I am!" said the man. And then
thougit it was always better to have a sheep the wife asked him how he had got on in
than a goat. town.
Wh sn he had gone a bit farther, he met a "Oh, answered Gudbrand; "not
so-so,"
man .vith a goose; and so he changed the much to brag of. When I came
to town no one
sheep for the goose. And when he had gone a would buy the cow, so I changed it for a
long, ong way he met a man with a cock; he horse."
changed the goose with him, for he thought, "Oh, I'm so glad of that," said the woman;
"It is surely better to have a cock than a "we are pretty well off and we ought to drive
"
goose to church like other people, and when we can
He walked on till late in the day, when he afford to keep a horse I don't see why we
begar hungry. So he sold the cock for
to feel should not have one. Run out, children, and
sixpei ce and bought some food for himself. put the horse in the stable."
442 THE ORAL TRADITION
no one was man enough for that, for as soon But Jack didn't care for what they said: he
as ever one chip of the oak's trunk flew off, climbed the steep hillside towards where the
two grew in its stead. A well, too, the king noise came, and when he reached the place,
wanted dug, that would hold water for the what do you think he saw? Why, an axe that
whole year; all his neighbors had wells, but stood there hacking and hewing all of itself,
he had none, and he thought that was a at the trunk of a fir.
shame. So the king said that he would give to "Good day," said Jack. "So you stand here
any man who could dig a well which would all alone and hew, do you?"
hold water for the whole year round, both "Yes; here I've stood and hewed and
money and goods; but no one could do it, for hacked for a long, long time, waiting for you,"
the king's palace lay high, high up on a hill, said the Axe.
and a man could dig but a few inches before "Well, here I am at last," said Jack, as he
he came upon the living rock. took the axe, pulled it off its haft, and stuffed
But as the king had set his heart on having both head and haft into his wallet.
these two things done, he had it given out far So when he got down again to his brothers,
and wide, in all the churches of his kingdom, they began to jeer and laugh at him.
that he who could fell the big oak in the king's "And now, what funny thing was it you
courtyard, and dig him a well that would hold saw up yonder upon the hillside?" they said.
water the whole year round, should have the "Oh, it was only an axe we heard," said
Princess and half the kingdom. Well, you may Jack.
easily know there was many a man who came So when they had gone a bit farther,
to try his luck; all their hacking and
but for they came under a steep spur of rock, and
hewing, and all their digging and delving, it up there they heard something digging and
was no good. The oak got stouter and bigger shoveling.
at every stroke, and the rock didn't get softer "I wonder now," said Jack, "what it is
either. So one day those three brothers digging and shoveling up yonder at the top of
thought they'd set off and try, too, and their the rock."
father hadn't a word against it; for even if "Ah, you're always so clever with your
they didn't get the Princess and half the wonderings," said Peter and Paul again, "as
kingdom, it might happen that they would get if you'd never heard a woodpecker hacking
a place somewhere with a good master; and and pecking at a hollow tree."
that was all he wanted. So when the brothers "Well, well," said Jack, "I think it would be
said they thought of going to the palace, their a piece of fun just to see what it really is."
father said "yes" at once. So Peter, Paul, and And so he set off to climb the rock, while
Jack v/ent off from their home. the others laughed and made fun of him. But
Well, they hadn't gone far before they came he didn't care a bit for that; up he climbed,
to a fii wood, and up along one side of a steep and when he got near the top, what do you
hillsids, and as they went, they heard some- think he saw? Why, a spade that stood there
thing hewing and hacking away up on the hill digging and delving.
amoni; the trees. "Good day," said Jack. "So you stand here
"I wonder now what it is that is hewing all alone, and dig and delve!"
away ip yonder," said Jack. "Yes, that's what I do," said the Spade,
"Yo j're always so clever with your wonder- "and that's what I've done this many a long
ings," said Peter and Paul both at once. day, waiting for you."
"What wonder is it, pray, that a woodcutter "Well, here I am," said Jack again, as he
shouk stand and hack up on a hillside?" took the spade and knocked it off its handle,
"Still, I'd like to see what it is, after all," and put it into his wallet and then went down
said Jack, and up he went. again to his brothers.
"Oh, if you're such a child, 'twill do you "Well, what was it, so rare and strange,"
good t go and take a lesson," bawled out his
> said Peter and Paul, "that you saw up there at
brothers after him. the top of the rock?"
444 THE ORAL TRADITION
"Oh, nothing more than a spade," said daresay you bear in mind. So the king had
all
Jack; "that was what we heard." now laid it down
as a punishment, that if any
So they went on again a good bit, till they one tried and couldn't fell the oak, he should
came to a brook. They were thirsty, all three, be put on a barren island, and both his ears
after their long walk, and so they lay down were to be chopped off. But the two brothers
beside the brook to have a drink. didn't let themselves be scared by that; they
"I wonder now," said Jack, "where all this were quite sure they could fell the oak, and
water comes from." Peter, as he was the eldest, was to try his
"I wonder if you are right in your head," hand first; but it went with him as with all the
said Peter and Paul in one breath. "If you're rest who had hewn at the oak; for every chip
not mad already, you'll go mad very soon with that he cut out, two grew in its place. So the
your wonderings. Where the brook comes king's men seized him, cut off his ears, and
from, indeed! Have you never heard how put him out on the island.
water rises from a spring in the earth?" Now Paul, he was to try his luck, but he
"Yes; but still I've a great fancy to see fared just the same; when he had hewn two
where this brook comes from," said Jack. or three strokes, they began to see the oak
So up alongside the brook he went, in spite grow, and so the king's men seized him, too,
of all that his brothers bawled after him. and clipped his ears, and put him out on the
Nothing could stop him. On he went. So, as island; and his ears they clipped closer, be-
he went up, the brook got smaller and small- cause they said he should have taken a lesson
er, and at last, a little way farther on, what do from his brother.
you think he saw? Why, a great walnut, and So now Jack was to try.
out of that the water trickled. "If you w ill look like a marked sheep, we're
"Good day!" said Jack again. "So you lie quite ready to clip your ears at once, and then
here, and trickle and run down all alone?" you'll save yourself some bother," said the
"Yes, I do," said the Walnut; "and here king, for he was very angry with him for his
have I trickled and run this many a long day, brothers' sake.
waiting for you." "Well, I'd like just to try first," said Jack,
"Well, here I am," said Jack, as he took a and so he got leave. Then he took his axe out
lump of moss, and plugged up the hole, that of his wallet and fitted it to its haft.
the water mightn't run out. Then he put the "Hew away!" said he to his axe; and away
walnut into the wallet and ran down to his it hewed, making the chips fly again, so that it
butit was lucky for Peter and Paul that they till he reached home; and as for the hay, why,
had lost their ears, else they had heard each it was eaten up this year just as it had been
hour and day how every one said, "Well, after twice before.
Jack wasn't so much out of his mind
all, The next Saint John's night, the man said
when he took to wondering." again it would never do to lose all the grass in
the outlying field year after year in this way,
so one of the sons must trudge off to watch it,
and watch it well, too. Well, the next oldest
The Princess on the Glass Hill
son was ready to try his luck. So off he went
The beginning of this story is almost identical and lay down to sleep in the barn as his
with that of the Russian tale The Little Hump- brother had done before him; but as night
backed Horse. The development of the action, came on, there came a rumbling and quaking
however, is more like that in Atalanta's Race. of the earth, worse even than on the last Saint
[From Peter Christen Asbjornsen, Popular Tales John's night. When the lad heard it, he got
from the Norse, tr. by G. W. Dasent (Putnam, frightened, and took to his heels as though he
1908).] were running a race.
Next year the turn came to Boots; but
Once on a time there was a man who had a when he made ready to go, the other two
meadow, which lay high up on the hillside, began to laugh, and make game of him,
and in the meadow was a barn, which he had saying:
built to keep his hay in. Now, I must tell you "You're just the man to watch the hay, that
there hadn't been much in the barn for the you are; you who have done nothing all your
last year or two, for every Saint John's night, life but sit in the ashes and toast yourself by
when the grass stood greenest and deepest, the fire."
the meadow was eaten down to the very Boots did not care a pin for their chatter-
ground the next morning, just as if a whole ing, and stumped away, as evening drew on,
drove of sheep had been there feeding on it up the hillside to the outlying field. There he
over night. This happened once, and it hap- went inside the barn and lay down; but in
pened twice; so that at last the man grew about an hour's time the barn began to groan
weary of losing his crop of hay, and said to his and creak, so that it was dreadful to hear.
sons for he had three of them, and the "Well," said Boots to himself; "if it isn't
youngest was named Boots, of course that any worse than this I can stand it well
now one of them must just go and sleep in the enough."
barn in the outlying field when Saint John's A little while after there came another
night came, for it was too good a joke that his creak and an earthquake, so that the litter in
grass should be eaten, root and blade, this the barn flew about the lad's ears.
year, is it had been the last two years. So "Oh," said Boots to himself; "if it isn't any
whichever of them went he must keep a worse than this, I daresay I can stand it out."
sharp lookout; that was what their father But just then came a third rumbling, and a
said. third earthquake, so that the lad thought
Well, the eldest son was ready to go and walls and roof were coming down on his
watch the meadow; trusthim for looking head; but it passed off, and all was still as
after :he grass! It shouldn't be his fault if death about him.
man or beast, or the fiend himself, got a blade "It'll come again, I'll be bound," thought
of gra is. So, when evening came, he set off to Boots; but no, it did not come again; still it
the b;rn and lay down to sleep; but a little was and still it stayed; but after he had lain a
later ( n in the night there came such a clat- little while he heard a noise as if a horse were
ter, ai d such an earthquake, that walls and standing just outside the barndoor, and crop-
roof s look, and groaned, and creaked; then ping the grass. He stole to the door and
up jur iped the lad and took to his heels as fast peeped through a chink; and there stood a
as eve : he could; nor dared he once look round horse feeding away. So big and fat and grand
446 THE ORAL TRADITION
a horse, Boots had never set eyes on; by his the steel out of his tinder-box and threw it
side on the grass lay a saddle and bridle, and a over the horse's crest, which stood still as a
full set of armor for a knight, all of brass, so lamb. Well, the lad rode this horse, too, to the
bright that the light gleamed from it. hiding place where he kept the other one; and
"Ho, ho!" thought the lad; "it's you, is it, after that he went home.
that eats up our hay? I'll soon put a spoke in "I suppose you'll tell us," said one of the
your wheel; just see if I don't." brothers, "there's a fine crop this year, too, in
So he lost no time, but took the steel out of the hayfield."
his tinder-box and threw it over the horse; "Well, so there is," said Boots; and off ran
then it had no power to stir from the spot and the others to see, and there stood the grass
became so tame that the lad could do what he thick and deep, as it was the year before; but
liked with it. He got on its back and rode off they didn't give Boots softer words for all
with it to a place which no one knew of, and that.
there he put up the horse. When he got home Now, when the third Saint John's eve
his brothers laughed and asked how he fared. came, the two elder still hadn't the heart to lie
"You didn't lie long in the barn, even if you out in the barn and watch the grass, for they
had the heart to go as far as the field." had got so scared the night they lay there
"Well," said Boots, "all I can say is, I lay in before, that they couldn't get over the fright;
the barn till the sun rose, and neither saw nor but Boots, he dared to go; and, to make along
heard anything; I can't think what there was story short, the very same thing happened
in the barn to make you both so afraid." this time as had happened twice before.
"A pretty story!" said his brothers; "but Three earthquakes came, one after the other,
we'll soon see how you watched the mead- each worse than the one which went before;
ow." So they set off, but when they reached it, and when the last came, the lad danced about
there stood the grass as deep and thick as it with the shock from one barn wall to the
had been the night before. other; and after that, all at once, it was as still
Well, the next Saint John's night it was the as death. Now when he had lain for a little
same story over again; neither of the elder while he heard something tugging away at
brothers dared to go out to the outlying field to the grass outside the barn; so he stole again to
watch the crop; but Boots, he had the heart to the door-chink and peeped out, and there
go, and everything happened just as it had stood a horse close outside far, far bigger
happened the year before. First a clatter and and fatter than the two he had taken before.
an earthquake, then a greater clatter and "Ho, ho!" said the lad to himself; "it's you,
another earthquake, and so on a third time; is it, that comes here eating up our hay? I'll
only this year the earthquakes were far worse soon put a spoke in your wheel, I'll soon stop
than the year before. Then all at
once, every- that." So he caught up his steel and threw it
thing was still as death, and the lad heard over the horse's neck, and in a trice it stood as
how something was cropping the grass out- if it were nailed to the ground, and Boots
side the barn-door, so he stole to the door and could do as he pleased with it. Then he rode
peeped through a chink; and what do you off with it to the hiding place where he kept
think he saw? Why, another horse standing the other two, and then went home. When he
right up against the wall, and chewing and got there his two brothers made game of him
champing with might and main. It was far as they had done before, saying they could see
finer and fatter than that one which came the he had watched the grass well, for he looked
year before; and it had a saddle on its back for all the world as if he were walking in his
and a bridle on its neck and a full suit of mail sleep, and many other spiteful things they
for a knight lay by its side, all of silver, and as said; but Boots gave no heed to them, only
grand as you would wish to see. asking them to go and see for themselves;
"Ho, ho!" said Boots to himself; "it's you and when they went, there stood the grass
that gobbles up our hay, is it? I'll soon put a as fine and deep this time as it had been
spoke in your wheel"; and with that he took twice before.
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Now, you must know that the king of the have the princess and half the kingdom. So
country where Boots lived had a daughter, they rode and slipped, and slipped and rode,
whom he would give only to the man who and still it was the same story over again. At
could ride up over the hill of glass, for there last their horses were so weary that they
was a high, high hill, all of glass, as smooth could scarce lift a leg, and in such a sweat
and slippery as ice, close by the king's palace. that the lather dripped from them, and so the
Upon the tip-top of the hill, the king's daugh- knights had to give up trying any more. The
ter was to sit, with three golden apples in her king was just thinking that he would pro-
lap, and the man who could ride up and carry claim a new trial for the next day, to see if
off the three golden apples was to have half of they would have better luck, when all at once
the kingdom and the princess for his wife. a knight came riding up on so brave a steed
This the king had stuck up on all the church that no one had ever seen the like of it in his
doors in his realm, and had given it out in born days, and the knight had mail of brass,
many other kingdoms besides. Now, this and the horse, a brass bit in its mouth, so
princesswas so lovely that all who set eyes on bright that the sunbeams shone from it. Then
her over head and ears in love with her
fell all the others called out to him that he might
whether they would or not. So I needn't tell just as well spare himself the trouble of riding
you how all the princes and knights who up the hill, for it would lead to no good; but he
heard of her were eager to win her, as a wife, gave no heed to them, and put his horse at the
and half of the kingdom besides; and how hill, and up it went like nothing for a good
they came riding from all parts of the world way, about a third of the height; and when he
on high prancing horses, and clad in the had got so far, he turned his horse and rode
grandest clothes, for there wasn't one of them down again. So lovely a knight the princess
who hadn't made up his mind that he, and he thought she had never seen; and while he
alone, was to win the princess. was riding she sat and thought to herself
When the day of trial came, which the king "Would to heaven he might only come up, and
had fixed, there was such a crowd of princes down the other side."
and knights under the glass hill, that it And when she saw him turning back, she
made one's head to whirl to look at them; threw down one of the golden apples after
and everyone in the country who could even him, and it rolled down into his shoe. But
crawl along was off to the hill, for they were when he got to the bottom of the hill he rode
all eager to see the man who was to win the off so fast that no one could tell what had
princess. become of him. That evening all the knights
The two elder brothers set off with the and princes were to go before the king, that
rest; but as for Boots, they said outright he he who had ridden so far up the hill might
shouldn't go with them, for if they were seen show the apple the princess had thrown; but
with such a dirty changeling, all begrimed there was no one who had anything to show.
with e mut from cleaning their shoes and sift- One after the other they all came, but not a
ing c nders in the dusthole, they said folk man of them could show the apple.
woulc make game of them. At evening, the brothers of Boots came
"Very well," said Boots; "it's all one to me. home too, and had a long story to tell about
I can go alone, and stand or fall by myself." the riding up the hill.
NO.V when the two brothers came to the "First of all," they said, "there was not one
hill oi glass, the knights and princes were all of the whole lot who could get so much as a
hard at it, riding their horses till they were all stride up; but at last came one who had a suit
in a foam; but it was no good, by my troth; for of brass mail, and a brass bridle and saddle,
as so( n as ever the horses set foot on the hill, all so bright that the sun shone from them a
down they slipped, and there wasn't one who mile off.He was a chap to ride, just! He rode a
could get a yard or two up; and no wonder, for third of the way up the hill of glass and he
the hi 11 was as smooth as a sheet of glass and could easily have ridden the whole way up,
as ste 3p as a housewall. But all were eager to if he chose; but he turned round and rode
448 THE ORAL TRADITION
down thinking, maybe, that was enough for threw the second apple after him, and it
once." rolled into his shoe. But as soon as ever he
"Oh! I should so like to have seen him, that had come down the hill of glass, he rode off so
I should," said Boots, who sat by the fireside, fast that no one knew what became of him.
and stuck his feet into the cinders as was his At evening when all were to go before the
wont. king and the princess, that he who had the
"Oh!" said his brothers, "you would, would golden apple might show it, in they went, one
you? You look fit to keep company with such after the other; but there was no one who had
high lords, nasty beast that you are, sitting any golden apple to show. The two brothers,
there amongst the ashes." as they had done on the former day, went
Next day the brothers were all for setting home and told how things had gone, and how
off again; and Boots begged them this time, all had ridden at the hill and none got up.
too, to let him go with them and see the "But, last of all," they said, "came one in a
riding; but no, they wouldn't have him at any silver suit, and his horse had a silver bridle
price, he was too ugly and nasty, they said. and a silver saddle. He was just a chap to
"Well, well," said Boots; "if I go at all, I ride; and he got two-thirds up the hill, and
must go by myself. I'm not afraid." then turned back. He was a fine fellow and no
So when the brothers got to the hill of glass, mistake; and the princess threw the second
all the princes and knights began to ride gold apple to him."
again, and you may fancy they had taken care "Oh!" said Boots, "I should so like to have
to shoe their horses sharp; but it was no seen him too, that I should."
good they rode and slipped, and slipped and "A pretty story," they said. "Perhaps you
rode, just as they had done the day before, think his coat of mail was as bright as the
and there was not one who could get as far as ashes you are always poking about and sift-
a yard up the hill. And when they had worn ing, you nasty, dirty beast."
out their horses, so that they could not stir a The third day everything happened as it
leg, they were all forced to give it up as a bad had happened the two days before. Boots
job. The king thought he might as well pro- begged to go and see the sight, but the two
claim that the riding should take place the wouldn't hear of his going with them. When
next day for the last time, just to give them they got to the hill there was no one who could
one chance more; but all at once it came get so much as a yard up it; and now all
across his mind that he might as well wait a waited for the knight in silver mail, but they
little longer to see if the knight in the brass neither saw nor heard of him. At last came
mail would come this day too. Well, they saw one riding on a steed, so brave that no one had
nothing of him; but all at once came one ever seen his match; and the knight had a
riding on a steed far, far braver and finer than suit of golden mail, and a golden saddle, and
that on which the knight of brass had ridden, bridle, so wondrous bright that the sunbeams
and he had silver mail, and a silver saddle gleamed from them a mile off. The other
and bridle, all so bright that the sunbeams knights and princes could not find time to call
gleamed and glanced from far away. Then out to him not to try his luck, for they were
the others shouted out to him again, saying he amazed to see how grand he was. He rode at
might as well hold hard and not try to ride up the hill, and tore up it like nothing, so that the
the hill, for all his trouble would be thrown princess hadn't even time to wish that he
away; but the knight paid no attention to might get up the whole way. As soon as ever
them, and rode straight at the hill and right he reached the top, he took the third golden
up, till he had gone two thirds of the way, and apple from the princess's lap, and then turned
then he wheeled his horse round and rode his horse and rode down again. As soon as he
down again. To tell the truth, the princess got down, he rode off at full speed, and out of
liked him still better than the knight in brass, sight in no time.
and she satand wished he might only be able Now, when the brothers got home at eve-
to come right to the top, and down the other ning, you may fancy what long stories they
side; but when she saw him turning back, she told, how the riding had gone off that day; and
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amongst other things, they had a deal to say you may fancy, for they could all be merry
about the knight in golden mail. though they couldn't ride up the hill of glass;
"He was just a chap to ride!" they said; "so and all I can say is, that if they haven't left off
grand a knight isn't to be found in the whole their merry-making yet, why, they're still
world." at it.
suppose that he who had the golden apple disobeying orders, talks too much; tries to dis-
might bring it forth; but one came after an- cover who her husband is; and as a result, has to
other, first the princes and then the knights, go through long trials and many tests before she
and still no one could show the gold apple. wins him back. A very similar situation, in part, is
"Well," said the king, "someone must have found in Cupid and Psyche. [From Peter Christen
it,for it was something that we all saw with Asbjornsen, Popular Tales from the Norse, tr. by
our own eyes, how a man came and rode up G. W. Dasent (Putnam, 1908).]
and bore it off."
He commanded that everyone who was in Once on a time there was a poor husband-
the kingdom should come up to the palace man who had so many children that he hadn't
and see if he could show the apple. Well, they much of either food or clothing to give them.
all came, one after another, but no one had Pretty children they all were; but the prettiest
the golden apple, and after a long time the was the youngest daughter, who was so lovely
two brothers of Boots came. They were the there was no end to her loveliness.
last of all, so the king asked them if there So one day, 'twas on a Thursday evening
was no one else in the kingdom who hadn't late in the fall of the year, the weather was
come. wild and rough outside. It was cruelly dark,
"Oh, yes," said they. "We have a brother, and rain fell and wind blew, till the walls of
but he never carried off the golden apple. He the cottage shook again and again. There
hasn't stirred out of the dusthole on any of the they all sat round the fire busy with this thing
three days." and that. Just then, all at once something
"Never mind that," said the king; "he may gave three taps on the window-pane. The
as well come up to the palace like the rest." father went out to see what was the matter;
So Boots had to go up to the palace. and when he got out of doors, what should he
"How, now," said the king; "have you got see but a great big White Bear.
the golden apple? Speak out!" "Good evening to you," said the White
have," said Boots; "here is the first,
"Yes, I Bear.
and here is the second, and here is the third "The same to you," said the man.
one, too"; and with that he pulled all three "Will you give me your youngest daughter?
golden apples out of his pocket, and at the If you will, I'll make you
as rich as you are
sarm time threw off his sooty rags, and stood now poor," said the Bear.
befoi ethem in his gleaming golden mail. Well, the man would not be at all sorry to be
"Yss!" said the king; "you shall have my so rich; but still he thought he must have a bit
daughter and half my kingdom, for you well of a talk with his daughter first; so in he went
deseive both her and it." and told them how there was a great White
So they got ready for the wedding, and Bear waiting outside, who had given his word
Boot; got the princess for his wife, and there to make them rich if he could only have the
was $reat merry-making at the bridal-feast, youngest daughter.
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The lassie said "No!" outright. Nothing all day alone and she longed to go home and
could get her to say anything else; so the man see her father and mother, and brothers and
went out and settled it with the White Bear, sisters, and that was why she was so sad
that he should come again the next Thursday and sorrowful, because she couldn't get to
evening and get an answer. Meantime the them.
man talked to his daughter and kept telling "Well, well!" said the Bear, "perhaps
her of all the riches they would get; and how there's a cure for all this; but you must prom-
well off she would be herself. At last she ise me one thing, not to talk alone with your
thought better of it, and washed and mended mother, but only when the rest are by to hear;
her rags, made herself as smart as she could, for she will take you by the hand and try to
and was ready to start. I can't say her packing lead you into a room alone to talk; but you
gave her much trouble. must mind and not do that, else you'll bring
Next Thursday evening came the White bad luck to both of us."
Bear to fetch her; and she got upon his back So one Sunday, the White Bear came and
with her bundle, and off they went. When said now they could set off to see her father
they had gone a bit of the way, the White Bear and mother. Well, off they started, she sitting
said, on his back; and they went far and long. At
"Are you afraid?" last they came to a grand house, and there her
"No," she said. brothers and sisters were running about out
"Well! mind and hold tight by my shaggy of doors at play, and everything was so pretty,
coat, and there's nothing to fear," said the 'twas a joy to see.
Bear. "This is where your father and mother live
So she rode a long, long way, till they came now," said the White Bear; "but don't forget
to a great steep hill. There on the face of it, what I told you, else you'll make us both
the White Bear gave a knock; and a door unlucky."
opened, and they came into a castle, where No, bless you, she'd not forget, and when
there were many rooms lit up; rooms gleam- she had reached the house, the White Bear
ing with silver and gold; and there was a table turned right about and left her.
ready laid, and it was all as grand as it could Then she went in to see her father and
be. The White Bear gave her a silver bell; and mother, and there was such joy, there was no
when she wanted anything, she had only to end of it. None of them thought that they
ring it, and she would get what she wanted at could thank her enough for all she had done
once. for them. Now, they had everything they
Well, after she had eaten and drunk, and wished, as good as good could be, and they all
evening wore on, she got sleepy after her wanted to know how she got on where she
journey and thought that she would like to go lived.
to bed; so she rang the bell; and she had Well, she said, it was very good to live
scarce taken hold of it before she came into a where she did; she had she wished. What
all
chamber where there were two beds made, as she said beside I don't know; but I don't think
fair and white as any one could wish to sleep any of them had the right end of the stick, or
in, with silken pillows and curtains and gold that they got much out of her. But so in the
fringe. All that was in the room was gold or afternoon, after they had finished their din-
silver;but when she had gone to bed, and put ner, all happened as the White Bear had said.
out the light, a man came in and lay down on Her mother wanted to talk with her alone in
the other bed. That was the White Bear, who her bed-room; but she minded what the White
threw off his beast shape at night; but she Bear had said, and wouldn't go upstairs.
never saw him, for he always came after she "Oh, what we have to talk about will keep,"
put the light out, and before the day dawned she said, and put her mother off. But some-
he was up and gone again. So things went on how or other, her mother got around her at
happily for a while; but at last she began to last, and she had to tell the whole story. So
grow silent and sorrowful; for she went about she said, how every night, when she had gone
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to bed, a man came and lay down on the other too, is a Princess with a nose three ells long,
bed in her room as soon as she had put out the and she's the wife I must have now."
light, and how she never saw him, because he She wept and took it ill, but there was no
was always up and away before the morning help for it; go he must.
dawned; and how she went woeful and sor- Then she asked him if she mightn't go with
rowful, for she thought she should so like to him.
see him, and how all day long she walked No, she mightn't.
about there alone, and how dull, and dreary, "Tell me the way, then," she said, "and I'll
and lonesome it was. search you out; that surely I may get leave to
"My!" said her mother; "it may well be a do."
Troll sleeping in your room But now I'll teach
!
"Yes, you may do that," he said; "but there
you a lesson how to set eyes on him. I'll give isno way to that place. It lies EAST o' THE SUN
you a bit of candle, which you can carry AND WEST o' THE MOON, and thither you'll
in your bosom. Just light that while he is never find your way."
asleep; but take care not to drop the tallow The next morning when she awoke, both
on him." Prince and castle were gone, and there she
Yes, she took the candle, and hid it in her lay on a little green patch in the midst of the
bosom, and as night drew on the White Bear gloomy thick wood, and by her side lay the
came to fetch her away. same bundle of rags she had brought with her
But when they had gone a bit of the way, from her old home.
the Bear asked her if all hadn't happened as When she had rubbed the sleep out of her
he had said. eyes, and wept till she was tired, she set out
Well, she couldn't say it hadn't. on her way, and walked many, many days, till
"Now mind," said he, "if you have listened she came to a lofty crag. Under it sat an old
to your mother's advice, you have brought hag, and played with a gold apple which she
bad luck on us both, and then all that has tossed about. Her the lassie asked if she knew
passed between us will be as nothing." the way to the Prince, who lived with his
"No," she said, "I haven't listened to my stepmother in the castle that lay EAST o' THE
mother's advice." SUN AND WEST o' THE MOON, and who was to
When she reached home, and had gone to marry the Princess with a nose three ells
bed, it was the old story over again. There long.
came a man and
lay down on the other bed; "How did you come to know about him?"
but at dead of night, when she heard him asked the old hag; "but maybe you are the
sleeping, she got up and struck a light, lit the lassie who ought to have had him?"
candle, and let the light shine on him, and she Yes, she was.
saw that he was the loveliest Prince she had "So, so; it's you, is it?" said the old hag.
ever net eyes on and she fell so deep in love "Well, all I know about him is, that he lives in
with him on the spot, that she thought that the old castle that lies EAST o' THE SUN AND
she couldn't live if she didn't give him a kiss WEST o' THE MOON, and thither you'll come
then and there. And so she did; but as she late or never; but still you may have the loan
kissed him, she dropped three hot drops of of my horse and on him you may ride to the
tallov on his shirt and he woke up. next neighbor. Maybe she'll be able to tell
"\\hat have you done?" he cried; "now you you; and when you get there, just give the
have made us both unlucky, for had you held horse a switch under the left ear, and beg him
out only for this one year, I had been freed. to be home; and, stay, this golden apple
off
For I have a stepmother who has bewitched may you take with you."
me, to that I am a White Bear by day, and a So she got upon the horse and rode a long,
Man by night. But now all ties are snapt long time, till she came to another crag,
between us; now I must set off from you to under which sat another old hag, with a gold
her. I he lives in a castle which stands EAST o' carding-comb. Her the lassie asked if she
THE UN AND WEST o' THE MOON, and there,
J knew the way to the castle that lay EAST o'
452 THE ORAL TRADITION
THE SUN AND WEST o' THE MOON, and she Yes, she got on his back, and they went
answered, like the first old hag, that she knew briskly along.
nothing about it except it was east o' the sun When they got there they went into the
and west o' the moon. West Wind's house; and the East Wind said
"And thither you'll come, late or never; but the lassie he had brought was the one who
you shall have the loan of my horse to my next ought to have had the Prince who lived in the
neighbor; maybe she'll tell you all about it; castle EAST o' THE SUN AND WEST o' THE
and when you get there, just switch the horse MOON; and so she had set out to seek him, and
under the left ear and beg him to be off how he had come with her, and would be glad
home." to know if the West Wind knew how to get to
And this old hag gave her the golden the castle.
carding-comb; it might be she'd find some use "Nay," said the West Wind, "so far I've
for it, she said. So the lassie got up on the never blown; but if you will, I'll go with you to
horse, and rode a far, far way, and a weary our brother the South Wind, for he's much
time; and so at last she came to another great stronger than either of us, and he has flapped
crag, under which sat another hag, spinning his wings far and wide. Maybe he'll tell you.
with a golden spinning-wheel. Her, too, the You can get on my back, and I'll carry you to
lassie asked if she knew the way to the him."
Prince, and where the castle was that lay Yes, she got on his back, and so they trav-
EAST o' THE SUN AND WEST o' THE MOON. So it eled to the South Wind and were not so very
was the same thing over again. long on the way.
"Maybe it's you who ought to have had the When they got there, the West Wind asked
Prince?" said the old hag. him if he could tell the lassie the way to the
Yes, it was. castle that lay EAST o' THE SUN AND WEST o'
But she, too, didn't know
the way a bit THE MOON, for it was she who ought to have
better than the others. East o' the sun and had the Prince who lived there.
west o' the moon it was, she knew that was "You don't say so! That's she, is it?" said
all. the South Wind.
"And
thither you'll come, late or never; but "Well, I have blustered about in most plac-
I'll my horse, and then I think you'd
lend you es in my time, but so far have I never blown;
best ride to the East Wind and ask him; but if you will, I'll take you to my brother the
maybe he knows those parts, and can blow North Wind; he is the strongest of the whole
you thither. But when you get to him, you lot of us and if he doesn't know where it is,
need only to give the horse a switch under the you'll never find any one in the world to tell
left ear, and he'll trot home himself." you. You can get on my back and I'll carry you
And so, too, she gave the girl the gold thither."
spinning-wheel. "Maybe you'll find use for Yes! she got on his back and away he went
it," said the old hag. from his house at a fine rate. And this time,
Then on she rode many, many days, a too, she wasn't long on the way.
weary time, before she got to the East Wind's When they got to the North Wind's house,
house; but at last she did reach it, and then he was so wild and cross, cold puffs came
she asked the East Wind if he could tell her from him a long way off.
the way to the Prince who dwelt east o' the "BLAST YOU BOTH, WHAT DO YOU
sun and west o' the moon. Yes, the East Wind WANT?" he roared out to them ever so far off,
often heard tell of the Prince and the castle, so that it struck them with an icy shiver.
but he couldn't tell the way for he had never "Well," said the South Wind, "you needn't
blown so far. be so foul-mouthed, for here I am, your broth-
"But if you will, I'll go to my brother, the er, the South Wind, and here is the lassie who
West Wind; maybe he knows, for he is much ought to have had the Prince who dwells in
stronger. So, if you'll just get on my back, I'll the castle that lies EAST o' THE SUN AND WEST
carry you thither." o' THE MOON; and now she wants to ask you if
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you ever were there, and can tell her the way, "What do you want for your gold apple, you
for she would be so glad to find him again." lassie?" said the Long-nose, and threw up the
"YES, I KNOW WELL ENOUGH WHERE window.
IT IS," said the North Wind; "once in my life I "It's not for sale for gold or money," said
blew an aspen-leaf thither, but I was so tired I the lassie.
couldn't blow a puff for ever so many days "If it's not for sale for gold or money, what
after. But if you really wish to go thither, and is it that you will sell it for? You may name
aren't afraid to come along with me, I'll take your own price," said the Princess.
you on my back and see if I can blow you "Well! if I may get to the Prince who lives
thither." here and be with him tonight, you shall have
Yes! with all her heart; she must and would it,"said the lassie.
get thither if it were possible in any way; and Yes! she might; that could be arranged. So
as for fear, however madly he went, she the Princess got the gold apple; but when the
wouldn't be at all afraid. lassie came up to the Prince's bed-room at
"Very well, then," said the North Wind, night he was fast asleep; she called him and
"but you must sleep here tonight, for we must shook him, and between whiles she wept
have the whole day before us if we're to get sore; but for all she could do she couldn't
thither at all." wake him up. Next morning as soon as day
Early the next morning the North Wind broke, came the Princess with the long nose,
woke her, and puffed himself up, and blew and drove her out again.
himself out, and made himself so stout and So in the daytime she sat down under the
big 'twas gruesome to look at him; and so off castle windows and began to card with her
they went high through the air as if they golden carding-comb, and the same thing
would never stop till they got to the world's happened again. The Princess asked what
end. she wanted for it; and she said it wasn't for
Down below there was such a storm; it sale for gold or money, but if she might get
threw down long tracts of wood and many leave to go to the Prince and be with him for
houses, and when it swept over the great sea the night, the Princess should have it. But
ships foundered by the hundreds. when she went up, she found him asleep
They tore on and on no one can believe again, and she called, and she shook him, and
how far they went and all the while they wept, and prayed, and she couldn't get life
still went over the sea, and the North Wind into him; and as soon as the first gray peep of
got more and more weary, and so out of day came, then came the Princess with the
breath he could scarcely bring out a puff; and long nose, and chased her out again.
his wings drooped and drooped, till at last he So in the daytime, the lassie sat down
sank so low that the crests of the waves outside under the castle window, and began
dashed over his heels. to spin with her golden spinning-wheel, and
"Are you afraid?" said the North Wind. that too, the Princess with the long nose
No, she wasn't. wanted to have. So she raised the window
Bu: they weren't very far from land; and and asked what the lassie wanted for it. The
the North Wind had still enough strength left lassie said, as she had said before, it wasn't
in him that he managed to throw her up on for sale for gold or money; but if she might
the stiore under the windows of the castle go up to the Prince who was there, and be
which lay EASTo' THE SUN AND WEST o' THE there alone that night, the Princess might
Moor but then he was so weak and worn out
; have it.
he h to stay there and rest many days
id Yes! she might do that and welcome. But
befor he could get home again.
3 now you must know there were some Chris-
NeKt morning the lassie sat under the cas- tian folk who had been carried off thither, and
tle w ndow and began to play with the gold as they sat in their room, which was next the
apple; and the first person she saw was the Prince, they had heard how a girl had been in
Long nose who was to have the Prince. there, and wept and prayed, and called to him
454 THE ORAL TRADITION
two nights running, and they told that to the the shirt grew, till at last it was as black all
Prince. over as had been up the chimney.
if it
That evening when the Princess came "Ah," said the Prince, "you're none of you
with her sleeping potion, the Prince made worth a straw; you can't wash. Why there,
as if he drank, but threw the drink over his outside, sits a beggar lassie. I'll be bound she
shoulder for he could guess what kind of a knows how to wash better than the whole lot
drink it was. So when the lassie came in she of you. Come in, lassie!" he shouted.
found the Prince wide awake; and then she Well, in she came.
told him the whole story of how she came "Can you wash this shirt clean, lassie?" he
thither. said.
"Ah," said the Prince, "you've come Justin "I don't know," she said, "but I think I
when he came out again on the steps, if the to it, 'Cloth, spread yourself, and serve up all
North Wind didn't come again and carry off kinds of good dishes,' I get any sort of food I
the meal with a puff; and more than that, he please."
did so a third time. At this the lad got very "All very true, I dare say," said the mother;
angry; and as he thought it hard that the "but seeing is believing; and I shan't believe
North Wind should behave so, he thought it till I see it."
he'd just look him up and ask him to give up So the lad made haste, drew out a table,
his meal. laid the cloth on it and said
So off he went, but the way was long, and "Cloth, spread yourself, and serve up all
he walked and walked; but at last he came to kinds of good dishes."
the North Wind's house. But never a bit of dry bread did the cloth
"Good day," said the lad, and "thank you serve up.
for coming to see us yesterday." "Well," said the lad, "there's no help for it
"GooD DAY," answered the North Wind, for but to go to the North Wind again"; and away
his voice was loud and gruff, "AND THANKS he went.
FOR COMING TO SEE ME. WHAT DO YOU WANT?" So he came to where the North Wind lived
"Oh," answered the lad, "I only wished to late in the afternoon.
ask you to be so good as to let me have back "Good evening!" said the lad.
the meal you took from me on the storehouse "Good evening!" said the North Wind.
steps, for we haven't much to live on; and if "I want my rights for that meal of ours
you're to go snapping up the morsel we have which you took," said the lad; "for as for the
there'll be nothing for it but to starve." cloth I got, it isn't worth a penny."
"I haven't got your meal," said the North "I've got no meal," said the North Wind;
Wind; "but if you are in such need, I'll give "but yonder you have a ram which coins
you a cloth which will get you everything nothing but golden ducats as soon as you say
you want, if you only say, 'Cloth, spread to it
yourself, and serve up all kinds of good '"Ram, ram! make money!'"
dishes.'" So the lad thought this a fine thing; but as
With this the lad was well content. But, as it was too far to get home that day, he turned
the way was so long he couldn't get home in in for the night at the same inn where he had
one day, he turned into an inn on the way; slept before.
and when they were going to sit down to Before he called for anything, he tried the
supper, he laid the cloth on a table which truth of what the North Wind had said of
stood in the corner and said the ram; and found it all right; but when the
"Cloth, spread yourself, and serve up all landlord saw that, he thought it was a famous
kinds of good dishes." He had scarce said it, ram, and when the lad had fallen asleep, he
before the cloth did as it was bid; and all who took another which couldn't coin gold ducats,
stood by thought it a fine thing, but most of all and changed the two.
the landlord. So, when all was fast asleep, at Next morning off went the lad; and when
the dead of night, he took the lad's cloth, and he got home to his mother, he said,
put another in its stead, just like the one he "After all, the North Wind is a jolly fellow;
had got from the North Wind, but which for now he has given me a ram which can
couk n't so much as serve up a bit of dry coin gold ducats if I only say, 'Ram, ram!
bread. make money!'"
When the lad awoke, he took his cloth and "All very true, I dare say," said his mother;
went off with it, and that day he got home to "but I shan't believe any such stuff until I see
his n .other. the ducats made."
'^ow," said he, "I've been to the North "Ram, ram! make money!" said the lad;
Wine's house, and a good fellow he is, for but if the ram made anything it wasn't
he gave me this cloth, and when I only say money.
456 THE ORAL TRADITION
So the lad went back to the North Wind, Once on a time there was a man up in Finn-
and blew him up, and said the ram was worth mark who had caught a great white bear,
nothing, and he must have his rights for the which he was going to take to the King of
meal. Denmark. Now, it so fell out, that he came to
"Well," said the North Wind; "I've nothing the Dovrefell just about Christmas Eve, and
else to giveyou but that old stick in the corner there he turned into a cottage where a man
yonder; but it's a stick of that kind that if you lived, whose name was Halvor, and asked the
say, man if he could get house-room there for his
'"Stick, stick! lay on!' it lays on till you say, bear and himself.
'"Stick, stick! now stop!'" "Heaven never help me, if what I say isn't
So, as the way was long, the
lad turned in man; "but we can't give any-
true!" said the
this night again, to the landlord; but as he one house-room just now, for every Christ-
could pretty well guess how things stood as to mas Eve such a pack of Trolls come down
the cloth and the ram, he lay down at once on upon us, that we are forced to flit, and haven't
the bench and began to snore, as if he were so much as a house over our own heads, to say
asleep. nothing of lending one to anyone else."
Now the landlord, who easily saw that the "Oh?" said the man, "if that's all, you can
stick must be worth something hunted up one very well lend me your house; my bear can lie
which was like it. When he heard the lad under the stove yonder, and I can sleep in the
snore, he was going to change the two; but side-room."
just as he was about to take it the lad bawled Well, he begged so hard, that at last he got
out, leave to stay there; so the people of the house
"Stick! stick! lay on!" flitted out, and before they went, everything
So the stick began to beat the landlord, till was got ready for the Trolls; the tables
he jumped over the chairs and tables and were laid, and there was rice porridge, and
benches and yelled and roared, fish boiled in lye, and sausages, and all else
"Oh, my! oh, my! bid the stick be still, else that was good, just as for any other grand
it will beat me to death, and you shall have feast.
back both your cloth and your ram." So, when everything was ready, down
When the lad thought the landlord had got came the Trolls. Some were great, and some
enough, he said, were small; some had long tails, and some
"Stick, stick!now stop!" had no tails at all; some, too, had long, long
Then he took the cloth and put it into his noses; and they ate and drank, and tasted
pocket, and went home with his stick in his everything. Just then one of the little Trolls
hand, leading the ram by a cord round its caught sight of the white bear, who lay under
horns; and so he got his rights for the meal he the stove; so he took a piece of sausage and
had lost. stuck it on a fork, and went and poked it up
against the bear's nose, screaming out:
"Pussy, will you have some sausage?"
The Cat on the Dovrefell
Then the white bear rose up and growled,
The noted novelist G. B. Stern has called this one and hunted the whole pack of them out of
of the greatest cat stories in all literature. So it is, doors, both great and small.
though no cat appears in it. For the storyteller Next year Halvor was out in the wood, on
who seeks a Christmas story which is nonreli- the afternoon of Christmas Eve, cutting wood
gious, this offers a solution. Here is one more before the holidays, for he thought the Trolls
typical folktale comment on human ability to best would come again; and just as he was hard at
the forces of Might and Darkness by wit and a work, he heard a voice in the wood calling
sense of humor. [From Peter Christen Asbjorn- out:
sen, Popular Tales from the Norse, tr. by G. W. "Halvor! Halvor!"
Dasent (Putnam, 1908).] "Well," said Halvor, "here I am."
FOLKTALES 457
"Have you got your big cat with you still?" barrel of ale. So, just when he had knocked in
"Yes, that I have," said Halvor; "she's the bung, and was putting the tap into the
lying at home under the stove, and what's cask, he heard overhead the pig come into the
more, she has now got seven kittens, far kitchen. Then off he ran up the cellar steps,
bigger and fiercer than she is herself." with the tap in his hand, as fast as he could,
"Oh, then, we'll never come to see you to look after the pig, lest he should upset the
again," bawled out the Troll away in the churn; but when he got up, and saw the pig
wood, and he kept his word; for since that had already knocked the churn over, and
time the Trolls have never eaten their Christ- stood there, routing and grunting amongst
mas brose with Halvor on the Dovrefell. the cream which was running all over the
floor, he got so wild with rage that he quite
forgot the ale-barrel, and ran at the pig as
The Husband Who Was to Mind the hard as he could. He caught it, too, just as it
ran out of doors, and gave it such a kick that
House
piggy lay for dead on the spot. Then all at
The war between the sexes, and the debate of once he remembered he had the tap in his
who works the harder in this world, man or hand; but when he got down to the cellar,
woman these have been subjects for stories every drop of ale had run out of the cask.
since the earliest time. Here is a tribute to the Then he went into the dairy and found
capabilities of woman. The complaining male is enough cream left to fill the churn again, and
put in his place. There are numskull motifs in this so he began to churn, for butter they must
story: the cow taken to the roof to graze; the ale have at dinner. When he had churned a bit,
left running in the cellar. he remembered that their milking cow was
Stith Thompson reports the tale as having a still shut up in the byre, and hadn't had a bit
ballad form English-speaking countries. What
in to eat or a drop to drink all the morning,
we have here is the Scandinavian version. [From though the sun was high. Then all at once he
Peter Christen Asbjornsen, Popular Tales from thought 'twas too far to take her down to the
the Norse; tr. by G. W. Dasent (Putnam, 1908).] meadow, so he'd just get her up on the house-
top for the house, you must know, was
Once on a time there was a man, so surly and thatched with sods, and a fine crop of grass
cross, he never thought his wife did anything was growing there. Now their house lay close
right in the house. So one evening, in hay- up against a steep down, and he thought if he
making time, he came home, scolding and laid aplank across to the thatch at the back
swearing, and showing his teeth and making he'd easily get the cow up.
a dust. But still he couldn't leave the churn, for
"Dear love, don't be so angry; there's a there was his little babe crawling about on
good man," said his goody; "to-morrow let's the floor, and "if I leave it," he thought, "the
change our work. I'll go out with the mowers child is safe to upset it." So he took the churn
and mow, and you shall mind the house at on his back, and went out with it; but then he
horn.;." thought he'd better first water the cow before
Yes, the husband thought that would do he turned her out on the thatch; so he took up
very well. He was quite willing, he said. a bucket to draw water out of the well; but, as
Sc, early next morning, his goody took a he stooped down at the well's brink, all the
scytl e over her neck, and went out into the cream ran out of the churn over his shoul-
hay- ield with the mowers and began to mow; ders, and so down into the well.
but ihe man was to mind the house, and do Now it was near dinner-time, and he
the work at home. hadn't even got the butter yet; so he thought
Fi st of all he wanted to churn the butter;
%
he'd best boil the porridge, and filled the pot
but vhen he had churned a while, he got with water, and hung it over the fire. When he
thirs :y, and went down to the cellar to tap a had done that, he thought the cow might
458 THE ORAL TRADITION
perhaps fall off the thatch and break her legs heaven and earth, for she could neither get
or her neck. So he got up on the house to tie down nor up.
her up. One end of the rope he made fast to And now the goody had waited seven
the cow's neck, and the other he slipped down lengths and seven breadths for her husband
the chimney and tied round his own thigh; to come and call them home to dinner; but
and he had to make haste, for the water now never a call they had. At last she thought
began to boil in the pot, and he had still to she'd waited long enough, and went home.
grind the oatmeal. But when she got there and saw the cow
So he began to grind away; but while he hanging in such an ugly place, she ran up and
was hard at it, down fell the cow off the house cut the rope in two with her scythe. But as she
top after all, and as she fell, she dragged the did this, down came her husband out of the
man up the chimney by the rope. There he chimney; and so when his old dame ca*me
stuck fast; and as for the cow, she hung inside the kitchen, there she found him
halfway down the wall, swinging between standing on his head in the porridge-pot.
Denmark
The Talking Pot wonderful pot that I will trade you," and he
showed the farmer a three-legged iron pot
This story of the magic pot the thieving pot, in with a handle that was tucked under his
some retellings is one of three that are known arm.
only in Scandinavia and the Baltic countries. The Now, truth to tell, there was nothing at all
story as given here is taken from a larger collec- wonderful-looking about the pot, and it might
tion translated and compiled by Jens Christian have hung in any chimney in the country.
Bay (Danish Fairy and Folk Tales, Harper, 1899, a Besides, the poor man had nothing to put in it,
book long out of print). Dr. Bay's translation was neither food nor drink, so he declined to make
made from the text of Svend Grundtvig, the great the trade."Money I need, and money I must
collector in Denmark during the middle years of have," he said, "so you may keep your won-
the nineteenth century. [From Mary C. Hatch, 13 derful pot."
Danish Tales (Harcourt, 1947).] But hardly had he said these words than
the pot began to speak. "Take me, take me,"
Once upon a time there was a man so poor cried the pot, "and you'll never have cause to
that he had nothing in the world but a wife, a rue it." And so the man changed his mind and
house, and one lone cow. And after a time, he made the trade, for if the pot could talk, then
got even poorer than that, and so he had to surely it could do other things, too.
take the cow to market and sell her. Home he now returned, and when he
On the way he met a fine-faced stranger. reached there, he hid the pot in the stable
"Well, my good man," said the stranger, where the cow had always been kept, for he
"whither away with that fat cow?" wanted to surprise his wife. Then he went
"To market, and thank you," said the man, inside. "Well, good wife," he said, "fetch me a
though the cow was far from fat. bit to eat and a sup to drink, for I've walked a
"Then perhaps you will sell her to me," said long mile and back today."
the stranger. But his wife would do none of it till she
Yes, the farmer would sell and gladly, pro- heard about her husband's success at the
vided the price were twenty dollars or more. market. "Did you make a fine bargain?" she
The stranger shook his head. "Money I asked.
cannot give you," he said. "But I have a "Fine as fine," said her husband.
FOLKTALES 459
"That is well," nodded the wife, "for we've When the couple saw that the pot had
a hundred places to use the money." brought them a fine pudding, the finest they
But it wasn't a money bargain. No indeed, had ever seen, they were very pleased, and
exclaimed her husband. the farmer said, "Now, my good wife, did I
Not a money bargain! Well, pray then, not make a good bargain when I traded our
what had the good man gotten for the cow, poor old cow for this wonderful pot?"
cried the wife, and she would not rest till her "Indeed you did," said his wife, and she fell
husband had taken her to the barn and to eating the pot's fine pudding.
showed her the three-legged pot tied up to the The next morning, the pot again cried, "I
stall. will skip, I will skip!" And the wife said,
And then the good wife was angry! Trading "How far will you skip?"
a fine, fat cow though truth to tell it was "Up hill and down dale, and into the rich
neither fine nor fat for a common black pot man's barn," the little pot replied, and out the
that might hang in anyone's chimney. house and up the road it went skipping,
"You are stupid as a goose," cried the wife. straight to the rich man's barn.
"Now what will we do for food and drink? If The rich man's servants were threshing
you were not so tough, I do believe I would grain, and the pot skipped to the center of the
stew you!" And she started to shake her hus- floor and stood there still as a statue.
band. But before she could do the poor man
much damage, the pot began to speak again.
"Clean me, and shine me, and put me on
the fire," said the pot, and at that the woman
sang a different tune. "Well!" she said. "If
you can talk, perhaps you can do other things,
too." And she took the pot and scrubbed it and
polished it, and then hung it over the fire.
"I will skip, I will skip," said the pot.
"How far will you skip?" asked the woman.
"Up the hill, and down the dale, and into
the rich man's house," cried the little pot, and
with that, it jumped down from the hook, and
skipping across the room, went out the door,
and up the road to the rich man's house. Here
the rich man's wife was making fine cakes
and puddings, and the pot jumped up on the
table and settled there still as a statue.
"Well!" exclaimed the rich man's wife.
"You are just what I need for my
finest pud-
ding.' Then she stirred in sugar and spices,
and riisins and nuts, a whole host of good
things, and the pot took them all without a
murrrur. In a few minutes, the pudding was
made and the woman picked up the pot and
put it on the fire. But down the pot jumped
and s cipped to the door.
"Dear me," exclaimed the woman. "What
are y( u doing, and where are you going?"
"I'i i bound for home to the poor man's
Illustration by MargotZemach. Illustration Copyright
house ," cried the little pot, and away it went
1971 by Margot Zemach from Favorite Fairy Tales Told in
skipp ng up the road till it was back at the Denmark by Virginia Haviland, by permission of Little,
poor i lan's little cottage. Brown and Co.
THE ORAL TRADITION
"Well!" said one of the threshers. "Here is picked up his treasure to hide it in his money
just the pot to hold a bushel of grain," and he cupboard, but the pot slipped from his fingers
poured in a sackful. But this took up no room and hopped to the door.
at all,and so he poured in another and anoth- man. "You have
"Stop, stop," cried the rich
er till there was not a grain of anything left in all mymoney."
the whole barn. "But not yours for long," said the pot. "I
"A most peculiar pot!" exclaimed the men. carry it home to the poor man's house," and
"Though it looks as if it had hung in any out the room it skipped and back to the poor
number of chimneys." And then they tried to man's cottage. There it poured out the golden
lift it, but it slid away from them and went treasure, and the old couple cried aloud with
skipping across the floor. delight.
"Dear me," cried the men. "What are you "Now you have enough," said the pot, and
doing, and where are you going?" indeed they did, enough and more, too, and so
"I'm bound for home to the poor man's the wife washed the pot carefully and put it
house," said the pot, and out the door it aside.
skipped, and though the men ran after it, they But in the morning, the pot was off again,
were left huffing and puffing far behind. straight for the rich man's house, and when
When the little pot reached home again, it the rich man saw it, he cried, "There is the
poured out the wheat in the poor man's barn, wicked pot that stole my wife's pudding, and
and there was enough to make bread and my wheat, and all my gold. But it shall bring
cakes for years to come. everything back, every last farthing and
But that was not the end of its good deeds, more." Then he grabbed the pot, but bless my
for on the third morning it said again, "I will soul, if he didn't stick fast! And though he
skip, I will skip!" And the old wife asked, tugged and he pulled, he couldn't get free.
"Where will you skip?" And it answered, "Up "I will skip, I will skip," said the pot.
hill and down dale to the rich man's house," "Well, skip to the North Pole," cried the
and out the house it ran at once. man, still furiously trying to free himself, and
Now the rich man was in his counting at that, away went the pot and the man with
house counting out his money, and when the it. Up the hill they waltzed and down the hill,
little pot arrived, up it jumped on the table, and never once did they stop, not even to say
right in the midst of all the gold pieces. hello or good-bye at the old couple's cottage,
"What a fine pot," cried the rich man. "Just for the pot was in a great hurry. The North
the thing for my money." And into the pot he Pole, you know, is far, far away, even for a
tossed handful after handful of money till not fast-skipping pot.
one piece was left loose on the table. Then he
Finland
The Bear Says "North" rather the very roots from which the cycle
springs. In other words, the simpler stories re-
In his introduction to the collection from which flecting in animal form traits of Finnish peasant
this story is taken, Parker Fillmore states his belief character antedate the more sophisticated Rey-
that this story, with fifteen others that he defines nard cycle.
as a "Nursery epic," is related to the Beast Epic of This brief tale has a measure of sophistication
Reynard the Fox. It is not a debased form of that and wit, showing Fox in his traditional role of
great satire on Church and State, which has been and wise man. [From Parker Fillmore,
trickster
current in Europe since the twelfth century, but Mighty Mikko (Harcourt, 1922).]
FOLKTALES 461
One day while Osmo, the Bear, was prowling "I?" Mikko asked. "What had I to do with
about the woods he caught a Grouse. it?"
"Pretty good!" he thought to himself. "You kept asking me about the wind until I
"Wouldn't the other animals be surprised if opened my mouth that's what you did!"
they knew old Osmo had caught a Grouse!" The Fox shrugged his shoulders.
He wasso proud of his feat that he wanted "Why did you open your mouth?"
all the world to know of it. So, holding the "Well, you can't say 'North!' without open-
Grouse carefully in his teeth without injuring ing your mouth, can you?" the Bear de-
it, he began parading up and down the forest manded.
ways. The Fox laughed heartily.
"They'll all certainly envy me this nice "See here, Osmo, don't blame me. Blame
plump Grouse," he thought. "And they won't yourself. If I had had that Grouse in my
be so ready to call me awkward and lumber- mouth and you had asked me about the wind,
ing after this, either!" I should never have said, 'North!'"
Presently Mikko, the Fox, sauntered by. He "What would you have said?" the Bear
saw at once that Osmo was showing off and asked.
he determined that the Bear would not get the Mikko, the rascal, laughed harder than
satisfaction of any admiration from him. So ever. Then he clenched his teeth and said:
he pretended not to see the Grouse at all. "East!"
Instead he pointed his nose upwards and
sniffed.
"Urn! Um!" grunted Osmo, trying to at-
tract attention to himself. Mighty Mikko
"Ah," Mikko remarked, casually, "is that Helpful animals; the stupid ogre; the winning of
you, Osmo? What way is the wind blowing wealth and a princess by the humble, kind, and
to-day? Can you tell me?" dispossessed these three favorite motifs in a
Osmo, of course, could not answer without combination deriving from Finnish folklore make
opening his mouth, so he grunted again hop- Mighty Mikko a story of endless satisfaction. The
ing that Mikko would have to notice why he reader will recognize the lineaments of Perrault's
couldn't answer. But the Fox didn't glance at Puss in Boots and the English tale of Dick Whit-
him at all. With his nose still pointed upwards tington. [From Parker Fillmore, Mighty Mikko
he kept sniffing the air. (Harcourt, 1922).]
"It me it's from the South," he
seems to
said. "Isn't from the South, Osmo?"
it There was once an old woodsman and his
"Um! Um! Um!" the Bear grunted. wife who had an only son named Mikko. As
"You say it is from the South, Osmo? Are the mother lay dying the young man wept
you sure?" bitterly.
"Um! Um!" Osmo repeated, growing every "When you my dear mother," he
are gone,
moment more impatient. be no one left to think of me."
said, "there will
"Oil, not from the South, you say. Then The poor woman comforted him as best she
from what direction is it blowing?" could and said to him:
By this time the Bear was so exasperated "You will still have your father."
by Mikko's interest in the wind when he Shortly after the woman's death, the old
should have been admiring the Grouse that man, too, was taken ill.
he fcrgot himself, opened his mouth, and "Now, indeed, I shall be left desolate and
roare<I out: alone," Mikko thought, as he sat beside his
"Njrth!" father's bedside and saw him grow weaker
Of course the instant he opened his mouth, and weaker.
the G "ouse flew away. "My man said just before he
boy," the old
"N DW see what you've done!" he stormed died, "I have nothing to leave you but the
angri y. "You've made me lose my fine plump three snares with which these many years I
Grome!" have caught wild animals. Those snares now
462 THE ORAL TRADITION
belong to you. When I am dead, go into the saying. Then slipping up quite close to the
woods and if you find a wild creature caught King he murmured in his ear:
in any of them, free it gently and bring it "Surely you have heard of Mikko, haven't
home alive." you? Mighty Mikko as he's called."
After his father's death, Mikko remem- The King had never heard of any Mikko
bered the snares and went out to the woods to who was known as Mighty Mikko but, think-
see them. The first was empty and also the ing that perhaps he should have heard of him,
second, but in the third he found a little red he shook his head and murmured:
Fox. He carefully lifted the spring that had "H'm! Mikko! Mighty Mikko! Oh, to be
shut down on one of the Fox's feet and then sure! Yes, yes, of course!"
carried the little creature home in his arms. "My master is about to start off on a jour-
He shared his supper with it and when he lay ney and he needs a bushel measure for a very
down to sleep the Fox curled up at his feet. particular reason."
They lived together some time until they be- "I understand!I understand!" the King
With that the little Fox actually did trot off This was what the Fox wanted the King to
to the royal castle and gain audience with the say but he pretended to hesitate.
King. "I thank your Majesty for the kind invita-
"My master sends you greetings," the Fox tion," he said, "but I fear my master can't
said, "and he begs you to loan him your accept it just now. He wants to get married
bushel measure." soon and we are about to start off on a long
"My bushel measure!" the King repeated in journey to inspect a number of foreign prin-
surprise. "Who is your master and why does cesses."
he want my bushel measure?" This made the King all the more anxious to
"Ssh!" the Fox whispered as though he have Mikko visit him at once for he thought
didn't want the courtiers to hear what he was that if Mikko should see his daughter before
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he saw those foreign princesses he might fall don't you realize that my master couldn't
in lovewith her and marry her. So he said to possibly put on any of these things!"
the Fox: The King, who had hoped to keep for his
"My dear fellow, you must prevail on your own use his most gorgeous clothes of all, now
master to make me a visit before he starts out ordered these to be shown.
on his travels! You will, won't you?" The Fox looked at them sideways, sniffed
The Fox looked this way and that as if he them critically, and at last said:
were too embarrassed to speak. "Well, perhaps my master would consent to
"Your Majesty," he said at last, "I pray you wear these for a few days. They are not what
pardon my frankness. The truth is you are not he is accustomed to wear but I will say this
rich enough to entertain my master and your for him: he is not proud."
castle isn't big enough to house the immense The King was overjoyed.
retinue that always attends him." "Very well, my dear Fox, I'll have the guest
The King, who by this time was frantic to chambers put in readiness for your master's
see Mikko, lost his head completely. visit and I'll have all these, my finest clothes,
"My dear Fox," he said, "I'll give you any- laid out for him. You won't disappoint me,
thing in the world if you prevail upon your will you?"
master to visit me at once! Couldn't you sug- "I'll do my best," the Fox promised.
gest to him to travel with a modest retinue With that he bade the King a civil good day
this time?" and ran home to Mikko.
The Fox shook his head. The next day as the Princess was peeping
"No. His rule either to travel with a great
is out of an upper window of the castle, she
retinue or to go on foot disguised as a poor saw a young woodsman approaching accom-
woodsman attended only by me." panied by a Fox. He was a fine stalwart
"Couldn't you prevail on him to come to me youth and the Princess, who knew from the
disguised as a poor woodsman?" the King presence of the Fox that he must be Mikko,
begged. "Once he was here, I could place gave a long sigh and confided to her serving
gorgeous clothes at his disposal." maid:
But still the Fox shook his head. "I think I could fall in love with that young
"I fear Your Majesty's wardrobe doesn't man if he really were only a woodsman!"
contain the kind of clothes my master is Later when she saw him arrayed in her
accustomed to." father's finest clothes which looked so well
"I assure you I've got some very good on Mikko that no one even recognized them
clothes," the King said. "Come along this as the King's she lost her heart completely
minute and we'll go through them and I'm and when Mikko was presented to her she
sure you'll find some that your master would blushed and trembled just as any ordinary
"
wear girl might before a handsome young man. All
So they went to a room which was like a big the Court was equally delighted with Mikko.
wardrobe with hundreds and hundreds of The ladies went into ecstasies over his modest
hooks upon which were hung hundreds of manners, his fine figure, and the gorgeous-
coats and breeches and embroidered shirts. ness of his clothes, and the old graybeard
The King ordered his attendants to bring the Councilors, nodding their heads in approval,
costumes down one by one and place them said to each other:
befora the Fox. "Nothing of the coxcomb about this young
Thsy began with the plainer clothes. fellow! In spite of his great wealth see how
"Gx)d enough for most people," the Fox politely he listens to us when we talk!"
said, "but not for my master." The next day the Fox went privately to the
Than they took down garments of a fine King, and said:
gradt .
"My master is a man of few words and
'T n afraid you're going to all this trouble quick judgment. He me tell you that your
bids
for r othing," the Fox said. "Frankly now daughter, the Princess, pleases him mightily
464 THE ORAL TRADITION
and that, with your approval, he will make his wayside, shepherds or the like, ask them
addresses to her at once." whose men they are and show no surprise at
The King was greatly agitated and began: their answer. So now, dear master, farewell
"
"My dear Fox untilwe meet again at your beautiful castle."
But the Fox interrupted him to say: The little Fox trotted off at a smart pace
"Think the matter over carefully and give and Mikko and the Princess and the King
me your decision tomorrow." attended by the whole Court followed in more
So the King consulted with the Princess leisurely fashion.
and with his Councilors and in a short time The little Fox, when he had left the main
the marriage was arranged and the wedding highway at the crossroads, soon met ten
ceremony actually performed! woodsmen with axes over their shoulders.
"Didn't I tell you?" the Fox said, when he They were all dressed in blue smocks of the
and Mikko were alone after the wedding. same cut.
"Yes," Mikko acknowledged, "you did "Good day," the Fox said politely. "Whose
promise that I should marry the Princess. men are you?"
But, tell me, now that I am married what am "Our master is known as the Worm," the
I to do? I can't live on here forever with my woodsmen told him.
wife." "My poor, poor lads!" the Fox said, shaking
"Put your mind at rest," the Fox said. "I've his head sadly.
thought of everything. Just do as I tell you "What's the matter?" the woodsmen asked.
and you'll have nothing to regret. To-night For a few moments the Fox pretended to be
say to the King: 'It is now only fitting that you too overcome with emotion to speak. Then he
should visit me and see for yourself the sort of said:
castle over which your daughter is hereafter "My poor lads, don't you know that the
to be mistress!'" King is coming with a great force to destroy
When Mikko said this to the King, the King the Worm and all his people?"
was overjoyed for now that the marriage had The woodsmen were simple fellows and
actually taken place he was wondering this news threw them into great consterna-
whether he hadn't perhaps been a little hasty. tion.
Mikko's words reassured him and he eagerly "Is there no way for us to escape?" they
accepted the invitation. asked.
On the morrow the Fox said to Mikko: The Fox put his paw to his head and
"Now I'll run on ahead and get things thought.
ready for you." "Well," he said at last, "there is one way
"But where are you going?" Mikko said, you might escape and that is by telling every
frightened at the thought of being deserted by one who asks you that you are the Mighty
his little friend. Mikko's men. But if you value your lives
The Fox drew Mikko aside and whispered never again say that your master is the
softly: Worm."
"A few days' march from here there is a "We are Mighty Mikko's men!" the woods-
very gorgeous castle belonging to a wicked men once began repeating over and over.
at
old dragon who is known as the Worm. I think "We are Mighty Mikko's men!"
the Worm's castle would just about suit you." A little farther on the road the Fox met
"I'm sure it would," Mikko agreed. "But twenty grooms, dressed in the same blue
how are we to get it away from the Worm?" smocks, who were tending a hundred beauti-
"Trust me," the Fox said. "All you need do ful horses. The Fox talked to the twenty
is this: lead the King and his courtiers along grooms as he had talked to the woodsmen and
the main highway until by noon tomorrow before he left them they, too, were shouting:
you reach a crossroads. Turn there to the left "We are Mighty Mikko's men!"
and go straight on until you see the tower of Next the Fox came to a huge flock of a
the Worm's castle. If you meet any men by the thousand sheep tended by thirty shepherds all
FOLKTALES 465
dressed in the Worm's blue smocks. He set fire to the shed, and soon there was noth-
stopped and talked to them until he had them ing left of that wicked old dragon, the Worm,
roaring out: but a handful of ashes.
"We are Mighty Mikko's men!" The Fox now called together the dragon's
Then the Fox trotted on until he reached household and talked them over to Mikko as
the castle of the Worm. He found the Worm he had the woodsmen and the grooms and the
himself inside lolling lazily about. He was a shepherds.
huge dragon and had been a great warrior in Meanwhile the King and his party were
his day. In fact his castle and his lands and slowly covering the ground over which the
his servants and his possessions had all been Fox had sped so quickly. When they came to
won in battle. But now for many years no one the ten woodsmen in blue smocks, the King
cared to fight him and he had grown fat and said:
lazy. "I wonder whose woodsmen those are."
"Good day," the Fox said, pretending to be One of his attendants asked the woodsmen
very breathless and frightened. "You're the and the ten of them shouted at the top of their
Worm, aren't you?" voices:
"Yes," the dragon said, boastfully, "I am "We men!"
are Mighty Mikko's
the great Worm!" Mikko and the King and all
said nothing
The Fox pretended to grow more agitated. the Court were impressed anew with his mod-
"My poor fellow, I am sorry for you! But of esty.
course none of us can expect to live forever. A little farther on they met the twenty
Well, I must hurry along. I thought I would grooms with their hundred prancing horses.
just stop and say good-by." When the grooms were questioned, they an-
Made uneasy by the Fox's words, the Worm swered with a shout:
cried out: "We are Mighty Mikko's men!"
"Wait just a minute! What's the matter?" "The Fox certainly spoke the truth," the
The Fox was already at the door but at the King thought to himself, "when he told me of
Worm's entreaty he paused and said over his Mikko's riches!"
shoulder: A little later the thirty shepherds when they
"Why, my
poor fellow, you surely know, were questioned made answer in a chorus
don't you? that the King with a great force is that was deafening to hear:
coming to destroy you and all your people!" "We are Mighty Mikko's men!"
"What!" the Worm gasped, turning a sickly The sight of the thousand sheep that be-
green with fright. He knew he was fat and longed to his son-in-law made the King feel
helpless and could never again fight as in the poor and humble in comparison and the cour-
years gone by. tiers whispered among themselves:
"Don't go just yet!" he begged the Fox. "For all his simple manner, Mighty Mikko
"When is the King coming?" must be a richer, more powerful lord than the
"He's on the highway now! That's why I King himself! In fact it is only a very great
must be going! Good-by!" lord indeed who could be so simple!"
"JV.y dear Fox, stay just a moment and I'll At last they reached the castle which from
reward you richly! Help me to hide so that the the blue smocked soldiers that guarded the
King won't find me! What about the shed gateway they knew to be Mikko's. The Fox
whei e the linen is stored? I could crawl under came out to welcome the King's party and
the li nen and then if you locked the door from behind him in two rows all the household
the cutside the King could never find me." servants. These, at a signal from the Fox,
"Very well," the Fox agreed, "but we must cried out in one voice:
hurr !" "We are Mighty Mikko's men!"
So they ran outside to the shed where the Then Mikko in the same simple manner
liner was kept and the Worm hid himself that he would have used in his father's mean
unde r the linen. The Fox locked the door, then little hut in the woods bade the King and his
466 THE ORAL TRADITION
followers welcome and they all entered the Cloyd Bowman and Margery Bianco, Tales from a
castle where they found a great feast already Finnish Tupa (Whitman, 1936).]
prepared and waiting.
The King stayed on for several days and the In olden days there lived a woodsman whose
more he saw of Mikko the better pleased he name was Toivo. Every day, with his bow and
was that he had him for a son-in-law. arrows slung across his shoulder, he used to
When he was leaving he said to Mikko: wander through the wild forests of Finland.
"Your castle is so much grander than mine One day in his wanderings he came to a high
that I hesitate ever asking you back for a jagged mountain where no man had ever set
visit." foot before. For this was the mountain where
But Mikko reassured the King by saying the Gnomes lived, and there in a dark hidden
earnestly: cavern lay Hiitola, the Gnomes' home.
"My dear father-in-law, when first I en- When the Gnomes saw Toivo, they all
tered your castle I thought it was the most crowded round him and began shouting:
beautiful castle in the world!" "You come at just the right moment! If you
The King was flattered and the courtiers will settle our quarrel and help us to divide
whispered among themselves: our gold fairly between us, we will give you
"How affable of him to say that when he money and a golden ship."
knows very well how much grander his own It happened that the parents of these
castle is!" Gnomes had died just a few days before, and
When the King and his followers were safe- the Gnomes had fallen heir to all their wealth.
ly gone, the little red Fox came to Mikko and They were very busy trying to divide it up.
said: The whole mountain side was strewn with
"Now, my master, you have no reason to golden spoons and golden dishes and golden
feel sad and lonely. You are lord of the most carriages. There was a lot of money, too,
beautiful castle in the world and you have for great shining gold pieces lying all about. The
wife a sweet and lovely Princess. You have no Gnomes were very greedy; each wanted to
longer any need of me, so I am going to bid have more than his own share and so they
you farewell." couldn't come to any agreement about it all.
Mikko thanked the little Fox for all he had Toivo stared about him at all this wealth
done and the little Fox trotted off to the strewn around. More beautiful than the dish-
woods. es or carriages was a ship of gold that stood on
So you see that Mikko's poor old father, a high rock shining in the sun. The ship
although he had no wealth to leave his son, caught Toivo's eye at once.
was really the cause of all Mikko's good for- "How do you make this ship go?" he asked
tune, for it was he who told Mikko in the first the Gnomes.
place to carry home alive anything he might The largest of the Gnomes stepped for-
find caught in the snares. ward. He had a turned-up nose, a shaggy
pointed red beard and short bandy legs. He
Golden Ship hopped into the golden ship and said:
Hidden Laiva, or the
"Why, you just lift this upper what-you-
Finnish and Scandinavian scholars have done may-call-it with your hand, and push the
more to collect their native folktales than have lower one with your foot, and the ship will
any others since the days of the Grimm brothers race with the wind like a wild tern."
in Germany. In Finland alone, over 30,000 of As soon as Toivo had learned the trick, he
these tales have been brought together. In addi- made a bargain with the Gnomes.
tion, the great national epic, the Kalevala, has "If you will give me the golden ship and fill
been published. This epic is comparable to the it with golden spoons and dishes, and fill my
Sagas of Iceland and the Nibelungen Ring in pockets with money, I'll show you how to
representing the national spirit. [From James settle your quarrel."
FOLKTALES 467
"Agreed!" shouted the Gnomes, and they "Dress up in these," she laughed, "and
began scrambling about in a great hurry to do you'll be a Prince too!" And back she ran to
as he asked. fetch food and drink.
Toivo set an arrow to his bow and said: Toivo was so humble he dared not even lay
"I am going to shoot an arrow, and the first a finger on those fine clothes. He felt that he
one to find it will be your King. He will settle was not even good enough to be the Princess's
your affairs." servant. And he gazed at her in fear and
"That's wonderful! Now we'll be happy trembling as she paced back and forth before
again," shouted the Gnomes. the golden ship, begging him to marry her.
Toivo stretched his bow and sent the arrow But at the end of seven days he saw that
whistling through the air. All the Gnomes she was really unhappy because he refused
went rushing after it. Then Toivo jumped into her, so he said:
the golden ship, he pulled with his hand and "Gentle Princess, if you really want to
he pushed with his foot, there was a loud make a bargain with a humble woodsman,
whir-rr, and the ship leaped down the steep step into the ship."
mountain and far out across the sea. As soon as she was seated, he fell on his
Soon after Toivo brought it to a perfect knees and asked:
landing before the King's castle. "Where would you like to sail, gentle Prin-
It happened that the King's daughter was cess, in this golden ship?"
on the castle steps at that very moment. She "To the very middle of the sea. I've heard
was sitting with her chin in her hands, tell there is an island there ten miles long
dreaming of the day that some brave prince where the berry bushes are loaded to the
would come riding up to marry her, when all ground with red and purple fruit, and where
at once she saw the golden ship. the birds sing day and night."
"This must surely be a prince from some Toivo pushed with his hand and pulled
wonderful country," she said to herself, "to with his foot, and off flew the golden ship,
come riding over land and sea in a ship like right down to the center of an island, and
that!" stopped there. Toivo jumped out and ran to
And she came dancing down the castle look for the purple and red berries.
steps. The first berries that he found were yellow.
"Take me in your golden ship, dear Prince, Toivo tasted them, and before he knew what
she said, "and I will be your bride!" was happening he fell to the ground in a deep
But Toivo could only stammer, "Sweet sleep. The Princess waited impatiently for
Princess, you're making a big mistake, I'm him to come back. At first she thought he
merely Toivo, a common woodsman. I'm not was lost. But after three days she decided
good enough to touch the shoes on your feet. that he had deserted her, and she grew very
There are plenty of Kings' sons who would be angry.
glad and proud to be your husband!" "Die here, you low-bred knave!" she cried.
But the Princess was so excited about the "I shall turn the golden ship round and sail
golden ship and the golden spoons and the right home again."
golden dishes that she didn't care whether So she pulled with her hand and pushed
Toivo was only a woodsman or what he was. with her foot, and flew back to the castle,
"It doesn't matter a bit," she said. "Take while poor Toivo still lay sprawled out on the
me i i your ship, that's all, and I'll be your ground fast asleep.
bride ." At the end of another day, Toivo woke up.
"YDu're making fun of me," Toivo an- He searched everywhere, but he could not
swer 3d her. "No one but a King's son would find the golden ship nor the Princess. His
be g( od enough for the likes of you." beautiful golden spoons and dishes were
Th e Princess ran into the castle and back gone, too. All he had left was a pocketful
iK, her arms heaped with costly clothes. of money.
468 THE ORAL TRADITION
As he hunted high and low, he grew faint At dinner time the Princess saw how won-
with hunger. Before him was a bush laden derfully changed the Butler was in his looks,
with purple berries. Toivo filled his left pock- and it made her very curious.
et with the fruit, thrust a berry into his mouth "What has made you so handsome all of a
and began crunching it between his teeth. All sudden?" she asked him.
at once he felt horns growing out from his "I met a man in the garden who gave me a
head, monstrous pronged horns like the ant- shining red berry," he whispered. "I ate it,
lers of a wild moose. They were heavy and and the charm worked. I became as you now
they hurt terribly. see me."
"It would be better if stayed hungry," he
I'd "Find that man," the Princess said. "Tell
thought. "These horns are driving me crazy! him if he'll only make me beautiful too, I'll
If a ship should come, the sailors will take me marry him."
for a wild beast and shoot me." "I'm afraid he's gone," the Butler said. "He
As he looked for some safe place in which wanted to hide, because he was afraid some-
to hide, he saw a bush with red berries on it. one would cut his head off if they found him
He filled his right pocket this time, and here."
crunched one of the red berries between his "Tell him not to be frightened," the Prin-
teeth. No sooner had he done so than the cess said. "I will protect him. Bring him into
heavy horns fell by magic from his head and the secret chamber and I'll give him food and
he became the most handsome man in the drink."
world. The Butler went to fetch Toivo, and when
Next day a ship appeared over the edge of they returned they found the Princess waiting
the sea. Toivo ran up and down the beach with food and drink all set out. When the
shouting to the sailors. "Take me with you, Princess saw Toivo, he was so handsome that
good friends, take me away before I die on she did not know him at all. While he was
this island. Bring me to the King's castle and I eating she said:
will pay you well." "If you can make me
as beautiful as you
The sailors gladly took Toivo and set him are handsome, be your bride."
I'll
down before the King's castle. There he Toivo became hot with anger, for he
walked through the garden and came to a thought the Princess had grown tired of him
clear sparkling pool. He sat down on the edge on the island and had run away, stealing his
of the pool and dipped his tired feet in the golden ship and leaving him there to die. He
water. did notknow of the long time she had waited
It so happened that the King's Butler was there.
coming to draw water. He said to Toivo: "No, gentle Princess," he said. "I'm only a
"My good man, tired you may be, but if the poor servant. There is many a king's son who
King hears that you've been dipping your would gladly marry you."
dusty feet into his drinking water, he'll have "Only believe me," she said. "I will dress
you head cut off!" you in a uniform of a General in the King's
"My good sir," said Toivo, "the water will Army. I will fill your pockets with gold. I will
soon be clear again, but I'm sorry for my give you a magic golden ship! Only please,
mistake. Let me show you a secret." please make me as beautiful as you are hand-
And he took a shining red berry from his some, and let us be married."
right pocket and gave it to the Butler. The "Very well," said Toivo at last. "Have it
Butler crunched the berry between his teeth, your way. Eat this berry."
and at once became the handsomest man in He took a purple berry from his left pocket,
the kingdom, next of course to Toivo himself. and as the Princess crunched the berry be-
He was so delighted that he hid Toivo in a tween her teeth a pair of monstrous pronged
corner of the pantry where the King would not horns grew out from her head, as heavy and
find him. huge as the horns of a wild elk!
FOLKTALES 469
As for Toivo, he got very frightened at what soldiers to make merry, while Toivo was left
he had done, and ran off to hide. alone to work his cure.
The Princess set up a great hullabaloo, and Toivo said to the maidservant:
everyone came running. When the King saw "Go, girl, and put dry sticks in the sauna
the horns he tried to cut them away, but they (bath house) hearth. Make a hot fire to heat
were hard as iron and firmly fixed to her head. the stones in the Princess's bath house."
So then he ordered his two strongest soldiers And to the page boy he said:
to follow behind the Princess everywhere she "Run quick to the deep wild forest, boy,
went and carry the weight of the horns while and fetch me three long straight willow
she walked. twigs. With these I will make the horns dis-
No wonder the whole court was upset! appear."
The King and Queen and all the ladies and The sauna was made ready with warm
gentlemen in waiting could talk of nothing water and heated stones. The long straight
but the poor Princess and her terrible plight. willow twigs were brought and laid in the
In despair the King at last sent soldiers bath house, too. Then Toivo called for the
into every part of his kingdom with this mes- Princess. He sent the maidservant outside
sage: and shut the door. He set the Princess on a
"Whoever will cure the King's daughter by bench. He tore the clothing from her shoul-
removing her monstrous horns shall receive ders and began to beat her soundly with the
the hand of the King's daughter in marriage willow twigs.
and be raised to the highest command in the "I'll teach you to run away with my golden
you, gentle Princess! I will never lift my hand When the people saw the Princess in her
against you again." white robe, her thick golden braids falling to
As he spoke, Toivo drew a shining red berry her knees, her blue eyes shining and her skin
from his right pocket. The Princess crunched like the fairest rose-petal, they knew she had
it between her teeth; at once the ugly horns become the most beautiful woman in the
fell from her head and her face became as kingdom.
fair as a new-blown rose. The King was so happy he declared a holi-
Toivo called the maidservant. She dressed day throughout the whole land. Everywhere
the Princess in fine linen; upon her head she people ate, drank and danced all night long.
set the tall bridal crown, covered with jewels, Toivo became the King's highest general. He
and upon her feet soft shoes woven of the married his Princess and they all lived happi-
finest white birch bark in all the King's land. ly ever after.
Japan
The Tongue-cut Sparrow adopted Japan as the home of his spirit, tells the
oldwoman seized the sparrow and saying, open and see what is in it," they said. And
"You hateful thing!" cut its tongue and let when they had opened it and looked they
it go. found gold and silver and jewels and rolls of
When the neighbor woman heard that her silk. They never expected anything like this.
pet sparrow had got its tongue cut for its The more they took out the more they found
offense, she was greatly grieved, and set out inside. The supply was inexhaustible. So that
with her husband over mountains and plains house at once became rich and prosperous.
to find where it had gone, crying: "Where does When the cross old woman who had cut the
the tongue-cut sparrow stay? Where does the sparrow's tongue out saw this, she was filled
tongue-cut sparrow stay?" with envy, and went and asked her neighbor
At last they found its home. When the where the sparrow lived, and all about the
sparrow saw that master and mistress
its old way. "I will go too," she said, and at once set
had come to see it, it rejoiced and brought out on her search.
them into its house and thanked them for Again the sparrow brought out two wicker
their kindness in old times and spread a table baskets and asked as before: "Will you take
for them, and loaded it with sake and fish till the heavy one, or shall I give you the light
there was no more room, and made its wife one?"
and children and grandchildren all serve the Thinking the treasure would be great in
table. At last, throwing away its drinking- proportion to the weight of the basket, the old
cup, it danced a jig called the sparrow's woman replied: "Let me have the heavy one."
dance. Thus they spent the day. When it Receiving this, she started home with it on
began to grow dark, and they began to talk of her back; the sparrow laughing at her as she
going home, the sparrow brought out two went. It was as heavy as a stone and hard to
wicker baskets and said: "Will you take the carry; but at last she got back with it to her
heavy one, or shall I give you the light one?" house.
The old people replied: "We are old, so give us Then when she
took off the lid and looked
the light one: it will be easier to carry it." The in,a whole troop of frightful devils came
sparrow then gave them the light basket and bouncing out from the inside and at once tore
they returned with it to their home. "Let us the old woman to pieces.
China
horses to draw the plow. He owned seven of rats, some gazing at him as if undecided
mills,with plenty of breezes to spin them. whether continue the feast, others
to flee or
Furthermore, he owned seven thousand gnawing and who are you, nibbling and
pieces of gold, and a fine white cat. caring not? And only a few short whisker-
The farms of Ah Tcha were fertile, were lengths away sat an enormous cat, sleeping
wide. His horses were brisk in the furrow. His the sleep of a mossy stone. The cat was black
mills never lacked for grain, nor wanted for in color, black as a crow's wing dipped in
wind. And his gold was good sharp gold, with pitch, upon a night of inky darkness. That
not so much as a trace of copper. Surely, few describes her coat. Her face was somewhat
orphans have been better provided for than more black. Ah Tcha had never before seen
the youth named Ah Tcha. And what a busy her. She was not his cat. But his or not, he
person was this Ah Tcha. His bed was always thought it a trifle unreasonable of her to
cold when the sun arose. Early in the morning sleep, while the rats held high carnival. The
he went from field to field, from mill to mill, rats romped between her paws. Still she slept.
urging on the people who worked for him. The It angered Ah Tcha. The lantern rays fell on
setting sun always found him on his feet, her eyes. Still she slept. Ah Tcha grew more
hastening from here to there, persuading his and more provoked. He decided then and
laborers to more gainful efforts. And the there to teach the cat that his mill was no
moon of midnight often discovered him push- place for sleepy heads.
ing up and down the little teakwood balls of a Accordingly, he seized an empty grain sack
counting board, or else threading cash, plac- and hurled it with such exact aim that the cat
ing coins upon a string. Eight farms, nine was sent heels over head. "There, old
farms he owned, and more stout horses. Ten Crouch-by-the-hole," said Ah Tcha in a tone
mills, eleven, another white cat. It was Ah of wrath. "Remember your paining ear, and
Tcha's ambition to become the richest person be more vigilant." But the cat had no sooner
in the world. regained her feet than she .
changed into
. .
They who worked for the wealthy orphan . .Nu Wu, the old woman who worked in the
.
were inclined now and then to grumble. Their fields ... a witch. What business she had in
pay was not beggarly, but how they did toil to the mill is a puzzle. However, it is undoubted-
earn that pay which was not beggarly. It was ly true that mills hold grain, and grain is
go, and go, and go. Said the ancient woman worth money. And that may be an explana-
Nu Wu, who worked with a rake in the field: tion.Her sleepiness is no puzzle at all. No
"Our master drives us as if he were a fox and wonder she was sleepy, after working so hard
we were hares in the open. Round the field in the field, the day's length through.
and round and round, hurry, always hurry." The anger of Nu Wu was fierce and instant.
Said Hu Shu, her husband, who bound the She wagged a crooked finger at Ah Tcha,
grain into sheaves: "Not hares, but horses. screeching: "Oh, you cruel money-grubber.
We are driven like the horses of Lung Kuan, Because you fear the rats will eat a penny-
who .." It's a long story.
. worth of grain you must beat me with bludg-
But Ah Tcha, approaching the murmurers, eons. You make me work like a slave all
said, "Pray be so good as to hurry, most day and wish me to work all night. You beat
excellentNu Wu, for the clouds gather black- me and disturb my slumber. Very well, since
ly,with thunder." And to the scowling hus- you will not let me sleep, I shall cause you to
band he said, "Speed your work, I beg you, slumber eleven hours out of every dozen. . . .
honorable Hu Shu, for the grain must be Close your eyes." She swept her wrinkled
under shelter before the smoke of Evening hand across Ah Tcha's face. Again taking the
Rice ascends." form of a cat, she bounded downstairs.
When Ah Tcha had eaten his Evening Rice, She had scarce reached the third step de-
he took lantern and entered the largest of his scending when Ah Tcha felt a compelling
mills. A scampering rat drew his attention to desire for sleep. It was as if he had taken gum
the floor. There he beheld no less than a score of the white poppy flower, as if he had tasted
FOLKTALES 473
honey of the gray moon blossom. Eyes half were deer horns. He had bulging rabbit eyes,
closed, he stumbled into a grain bin. His a snake neck. Upon his many ponderous feet
knees doubled beneath him. Down he went, were tiger claws, and the feet were shaped
curled like a dormouse. Like a dormouse he very like sofa cushions. He had walrus whisk-
slumbered. ers, and a breath of red-and-blue flame. His
From that hour began a change in Ah voice was like the sound of a hundred brass
Tcha's fortune. The spell gripped him fast. kettles pounded. Black fish scales covered his
Nine-tenths of his time was spent in sleep. body, black feathers grew upon his limbs.
Unable to watch over his laborers, they Because of his color he was sometimes called
worked when they pleased, which was sel- Oo Loong. From that it would seem that Oo
dom. They idled when so inclined and that means neither white nor pink.
was often, and long. Furthermore, they stole The black loong was not regarded with any
in a manner most shameful. Ah Tcha's mills great esteem. His habit of eating a man two
became empty of grain. His fields lost their men if they were little every day made him
fertility. His horses disappeared strayed, so rather unpopular. Fortunately, he prowled
itwas said. Worse yet, the unfortunate fellow only at night. Those folk who went to bed
was summoned to a magistrate's yamen, decently at nine o'clock had nothing to fear.
there to defend himself in a lawsuit. A neigh- Those who rambled well along toward mid-
bor declared that Ah Tcha's huge black cat night, often disappeared with a sudden and
had devoured many chickens. There were complete thoroughness.
witnesses who swore to the deed. They were As every one knows, cats are much given to
sure, one and all, that Ah Tcha's black cat night skulking. The witch cat, Nu Wu was no
was the cat at fault. Ah Tcha was sleeping too exception. Midnight often found her miles
soundly to deny that the cat was his. ... So afield. On such a midnight, when she was
the magistrate could do nothing less than roving in the form of a hag, what should
make the cat's owner pay damages, with all approach but the black dragon. Instantly the
costs of the lawsuit. loong scented prey, and instantly he made for
Thereafter, trials at court were a daily the old witch.
occurrence. A second neighbor said that Ah There followed such a chase as never was
Tcha's black cat had stolen a flock of sheep. before on land or sea. Up hill and down dale,
Another complained that the cat had thieved by stream and wood and fallow, the cat
from him a herd of fattened bullocks. Worse woman flew and the dragon coursed after.
and worse grew the charges. And no matter The witch soon failed of breath. She panted.
how absurd, Ah Tcha, sleeping in the prison- She wheezed. She stumbled on a bramble and
er's cage, always lost and had to pay dam- a claw slashed through her garments too
ages His money soon passed into other close for comfort. The harried witch changed
hands. His mills were taken from him. His shape to a cat, and bounded off afresh, half a
farms went to pay for the lawsuits. Of all his li at every leap. The loong increased his pace
wide lands, there remained only one little and soon was close behind, gaining. For a
acre and it was grown up in worthless most peculiar fact about the loong is that the
bushes. Of all his goodly buildings, there was more he runs the easier his breath comes, and
left one little hut, where the boy spent most of the swifter grows his speed. Hence, it is not
his t me, in witch-imposed slumber. surprising that his fiery breath was presently
Now, near by in the mountain of Huge singeing the witch cat's back.
Rod s Piled, lived a greatly ferocious loong, In a twinkling the cat altered form once
or, s foreigners would say, a dragon. This more, and as an old hag scuttled across a
immense beast, from tip of forked tongue to turnip field. She was merely an ordinarily
the nd of his shadow, was far longer than a
(
powerful witch. She possessed only the two
barn. With the exception of length, he was forms cat and hag. Nor did she have a gift
muc i the same as any other loong. His head of magic to baffle or cripple the hungry black
was shaped like that of a camel. His horns loong. Nevertheless, the witch was not
474 THE ORAL TRADITION
despairing. At the edge of the turnip field lay and signified that the meal was prepared.
Ah Tcha's miserable patch of thick bushes. Then he lay down to doze, for he had been
So thick were the bushes as to be almost a awake fully half a dozen minutes and the
wall against the hag's passage. As a hag, she desire to sleep was returning stronger every
could have no hope of entering such a thicket. moment.
But as a cat, she could race through without The witch soon supped and departed, with-
hindrance. And the dragon would be sadly out leaving so much as half a "Thank you."
bothered in following. Scheming thus, the When Ah Tcha awoke again, his visitor was
witch dashed under the bushes a cat once gone. The poor boy flung another handful of
more. leaves into his kettle and drank quickly. He
Ah Tcha was roused from slumber by the had good reason for haste. Several times he
most outrageous noise that had ever assailed had fallen asleep with the cup at his lips a
his ears. There was such a snapping of bush- most unpleasant situation, and scalding.
es, such an awful bellowed screeching that Having taken several sips, Ah Tcha stretched
even the dead of a century must have heard. him out for a resumption of his slumber. Five
The usually sound-sleeping Ah Tcha was minutes passed ten minutes
. . . . fifteen.
. .
awakened at the outset. He soon realized how . Still his eyes failed to close. He took a few
. .
matters stood or ran. Luckily, he had more sips from the cup and felt more awake
learned of the only reliable method for fright- than ever.
ening off the dragon. He opened his door and "I do believe," said Ah Tcha, "that she has
hurled a red, a green, and a yellow firecracker thanked me by bewitching my bushes. She
in the monster's path. has charmed the leaves to drive away my
In through his barely opened door the witch sleepiness."
cat dragged her exhausted self. "I don't see And so she had. Whenever Ah Tcha felt
why you couldn't open the door sooner," she tired and sleepy and at first that was
scolded, changing into a hag. "I circled the often he had only to drink of the bewitched
hut three times before you had the gumption leaves. At once his drowsiness departed. His
to let me in." neighbors soon learned of the bushes that
"I am very sorry, good mother. I was banished sleep. They came to drink of the
asleep." From Ah Tcha. magic brew. There grew such a demand that
"Well, don't be so sleepy again," scowled Ah Tcha decided to set a price on the leaves.
the witch, "or I'll make you suffer. Get me Still the demand continued. More bushes
"No matter. Get what you have and for "Tcha's drink," and finally for "Tcha."
quickly." And that is its name at present, "Tcha," or
Ah Tcha reached outside the door and "Tay," or "Tea," as some call it. And one kind
stripped a handful of leaves from a bush. He of Tea is still called "Oo Loong" "Black
plunged the leaves into a kettle of hot water Dragon."
India
Current among the Indian populace for at least more than twenty centuries. The original collec-
five thousand years, probably longer, the animal tion, in Sanskrit, numbered about eighty-four
FOLKTALES 475
tales. In their travels through the ages, the stories Intelligence is power. But where
underwent many changes, not only in regard to Could power and folly make a pair?
their form, color, and setting, but even as to their The rabbit played upon his pride
total numerical strength. To fool him; and the lion died.
should be a matter of pride to American
It
In a part of a forest was a lion drunk with
scholarship that the most highly acclaimed trans- and his name was Numskull. He
pride,
lation, in India itself, of the Sanskrit text of the
slaughtered the animals without ceasing.
Panchatantra into English is that made by Arthur
If he saw an animal, he could not spare
W. Ryder, the American Sanskrit scholar. The him.
preface to the Indian publication of the So all the natives of the forest deer,
text the title page bears the imprint of
English oxen, rabbits, and
wild
boars, buffaloes,
the Jaico Publishing House, Bombay (1949) has
others came and with woebegone
together,
this to say of the Ryder translation: "It is the best
countenances, bowed heads, and knees cling-
of all existing Panchatantra translations in any
ing to the ground, they undertook to beseech
foreign language."
obsequiously the king of beasts. "Have done,
A maimed and garbled version was printed by O King, with this merciless, meaningless
Caxton, in English, and an even earlier printing in
slaughter of all creatures. It is hostile to
German was one of the first printed books in
happiness in the other world. For the Scrip-
Europe. In 1859 Theodor Benfey, the noted Ger-
ture says:
man Sanskrit scholar, provided a literal and faith-
ful translation in the German language of the "A thousand future lives
Kashmir recension a recension that is recog- Will pass in wretchedness
nized by Oriental scholars as the most authorita- For sins a fool commits
tive in existence. Benfey's Sanskrit studies were His present life to bless.
largely responsible for one of the major theories "What wisdom in a deed
of the origins of folktales, namely, that the tales
That brings dishonor fell,
had a common origin in India. That theory has
That causes loss of trust,
been rather thoroughly exploded, but Benfey's
That paves the way to hell?
studies resulted in incomparably increased
knowledge of the whole field of folklore, and his And yet again:
translation of the Panchatantra remains a pivotal
"The ungrateful body, frail
accomplishment. He proved that "the Hindus, And rank with filth within,
even before their acquaintance with the animal
Is such that only fools
fables of Aesop which they received from the
For its sake sink in sin.
Greeks, had invented their own compositions of
a similar kind, and a great many of them at that" "Consider these facts, and cease, we pray,
(Stith Thompson, The Folktale, p. 376). "The to slaughter our generations. For if the mas-
difference between their (the Hindu) conceptions ter will remain at home, we will of our own
and those of the Aesop fables," says Mr. Benfey motion send him each day for his daily food
in hb introduction to his Panchatantra, "consist- one animal of the forest. In this way neither
ed in general in the fact that whereas the Aesopic the royal sustenance nor our families will be
write had his animals act in accordance with
r
cut short. In this way let the king's duty be
theirown special nature, the Indie fable treated performed. For the proverb says:
the animals without regard to their special na-
"The king who tastes his kingdom like
ture, they were merely men masked in
as if
Elixir, bit
by bit,
anirrul form." The Panchatantra, an elaborate
Who does not overtax its life,
framo-story, like a series of boxes within boxes, Will fully relish it.
was omposed as a guide for princes. Readers of
(
The Arabian Nights will find the pattern familiar. "The king who madly butchers men,
[Frori The Panchatantra, tr. from the Sanskirt by Their lives as reckoned
little
Arthi r W. Ryder (University of Chicago Press, As has one square meal,
lives of goats,
1925).] But never has a second.
476 THE ORAL TRADITION
"A king desiring profit, guards a means of killing him. Late in the day he
His world from evil chance; came into the presence of the lion, whose
With gifts and honors waters it throat was pinched by hunger in consequence
As florists water plants. of the delay, and who angrily thought as he
licked his chops: "Aha! I must kill all the
"Guard subjects like a cow, nor ask
animals the first thing in the morning."
For milk each passing hour:
A While he was thinking, the rabbit slowly
vine must first be sprinkled, then
drew near, bowed low, and stood before him.
It ripens fruit and flower.
But when the lion saw that he was tardy and
"The monarch-lamp from subjects draws too small at that for a meal, his soul flamed
Tax-oil to keep it bright: with wrath, and he taunted the rabbit, say-
Has any ever noticed kings ing: "You reprobate! First, you are too small
That shone by inner light? for a meal. Second, you are tardy. Because of
this wickedness I am going to kill you, and
"A seedling is a tender thing, tomorrow morning I shall extirpate every spe-
And yet, if not neglected, cies of animal."
It comes in time to bearing fruit:
Then the rabbit bowed low and said with
So subjects well protected.
deference: "Master, the wickedness is not
"Their subjects form the only source mine, nor the other animals'. Pray hear the
From which accrue to kings cause of it." And the lion answered: "Well,
Their gold, grain, gems, and varied drinks, tell it quick, before you are between my
prescribed in Scripture. This he put through Pray drop this thing, before another sees
its paces, found it sound, placed it on his you."
shoulder, and started in haste for his own So the Brahman concluded that it was a
city. goblin in quadruped form, threw it on the
Now on the road he was met by three ground, and made for home, terrified. Mean-
rogues whose throats were pinched with hun- while, the three rogues met, caught the goat,
ger. These, spying the plump creature on his and carried out their plan.
shoulder, whispered together: "Come now! If And that is why I say:
we could eat that creature, we should have
The strong, deft, clever rascals note, . . .
anger, and he said: "Are you blind, man, that their inner conviction of superiority; its towering
you impute doghood to a goat?" "Brahman," improbability makes it a tale worthy of Paul
said the rogue, "do not be angry. Go whither
Bunyan; and the justice of its happy conclusion,
you will." even for the villain, is vastly satisfying. The Czech
But when he had traveled a little farther, variant is called Kuratko the Terrible and may be
the second rogue met him and said: "Alas, found in The Shoemaker's Apron, by Parker Fil-
hold sir, alas Even if this dead calf was a pet,
!
more. [From Sara Cone Bryant, How to Tell
still you should not put it on your shoulder. Stories to Children (Houghton Mifflin, 1905).]
For the proverb says:
Touch not unwisely man or beast Once there was a cat, and a parrot. And they
That lifeless lie: had agreed to ask each other to dinner, turn
and lunar and turn about: first the cat should ask the
Else, gifts of milk fast
Must purify." parrot, then the parrot should invite the cat,
and so on. It was the cat's turn first.
Then the Brahman spoke in anger: "Are Now the cat was very mean. He provided
you blind, man? You call a goat a calf." And
nothing at all for dinner except a pint of milk,
the rogue said: "Holy sir, do not be angry. I a little slice of fish, and a biscuit. The parrot
spoke in ignorance. Do as you will." was too polite to complain, but he did not
But when he had walked only a little far- have a very good time.
ther through the forest, the third rogue, When it was his turn to invite the cat he
changing his dress, met him and said: "Sir, cooked a fine dinner. He had a roast of meat,
this is most improper. You are carrying a a pot of tea, a basket of fruit, and best of all,
donkey on your shoulder. Yet the proverb tells he baked a whole clothesbasketful of little
you: cakes! little, brown crispy, spicy cakes! Oh,
Ifyou should touch an ass be it I should say as many as five hundred. And
Well, the cat ate the roast, and drank the said to the cat, "Get out of my way, pussy, get
tea,and sucked the fruit, and then he began out of my way my elephants might hurt
on the pile of cakes. He ate all the four you."
hundred and ninety-eight cakes, and then he "Hurt me!' said the cat, shaking his fat
looked round and said: sides. "Ho, ho! I've eaten five hundred cakes,
"I'm hungry; haven't you anything to eat?" I've eaten my friend the parrot, I've eaten an
"Why," said the parrot, "here are my two old woman, I've eaten a man and a donkey;
cakes, you want them?"
if what's to hinder my eating a beggarly king?"
The up the two cakes, and then he
cat ate And slip! slop! gobble! down went the king;
licked his chops and said, "I am beginning to down went the queen; down went the sol-
get an appetite; have you anything to eat?" diers, and down went all the elephants!
"Well, really," said the parrot, who was Then the cat went on, more slowly; he had
now rather angry, "I don't see anything more, really had enough to eat, now. But a little
unless you wish to eat me!" He thought the farther on he met two land-crabs, scuttling
cat would be ashamed when he heard that along in the dust. "Get out of our way, pussy,"
but the cat just looked at him and licked his they squeaked.
chops again, and slip! slop! gobble! down "Ho, ho ho!" cried the cat in a terrible voice.
his throatwent the parrot! "I've eaten five hundred cakes, I've eaten my
Then the cat started down the street. An friend the parrot, I've eaten an old woman, a
old woman was standing by, and she had seen man with a donkey, a king, a queen, his
the whole thing, and she was shocked that men-at-arms, and all his elephants; and now
the cat should eat his friend. "Why, cat!" she I'll eat you too."
said, "how dreadful of you to eat your friend And slip! slop! gobble! down went the two
the parrot!" land-crabs.
"Parrot, indeed!" said the cat. "What's a When the land-crabs got down inside, they
parrot to me? I've a great mind to eat you, began to look around. It was very dark, but
too." And before you could say "Jack they could see the poor king sitting in a corner
Robinson" slip! slop! gobble! down went with his bride on his arm; she had fainted.
the old woman! Near them were the men-at-arms, treading
Then the cat started down the road again, on one another's toes, and the elephants, still
walking like this, because he felt so fine. trying to form in twos, but they couldn't,
Pretty soon he met a man driving a donkey. because there was not room. In the opposite
The man was beating the donkey, to hurry corner sat the old woman, and near her
him up, and when he saw the cat he said, stood the man and his donkey. But in the
"Get out of my way, cat; I'm in a hurry and other corner was a great pile of cakes, and
my donkey might tread on you." by them perched the parrot, his feathers all
"Donkey, indeed!" said the cat, "much I drooping.
care for a donkey! I have eaten five hundred "Let's get to work!" said the land-crabs.
cakes, I've eaten my friend the parrot, I've And, snip, snap, they began to make a little
eater an old woman, what's to hinder my hole in the side, with their sharp claws. Snip,
eating a miserable man and a donkey?" snap, snip, snap, till it was big enough to
And slip! slop! gobble! down went the old get through. Then out they scuttled.
man and the donkey. Then out walked the king, carrying his
Then the cat walked on down the road, bride; out marched the men-at-arms; out
jaun'ily, like this. After a little, he met a tramped the elephants, two by two; out came
proc( ssion, coming that way. The king was at the old man, beating his donkey; out walked
the head, walking proudly with his newly the old woman, scolding the cat; and last of
married bride, and behind him were his sol- all, out hopped the parrot, holding a cake in
diers marching, and behind them were ever each claw. (You remember, two cakes was all
and ever so many elephants, walking two by he wanted?)
two. The king felt very kind to everybody, But the poor cat had to spend the whole day
beca ise he had just been married, and he sewing up the hole in his coat!
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Arabia
Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp to Aladdin, and asked him his trade, at which
the boy hunghis head, while his mother burst
This tale of adventure is from an old collection, into tears. On learning that Aladdin was idle
one which, ifnot the greatest collection of short and would learn no trade, he offered to take a
stories, is without doubt the best known The shop for him and stock it with merchandise.
Arabian Nights' Entertainments, or The Thousand Next day he bought Aladdin a fine suit of
and One Nights. The book as a whole is built in clothes and took him all over the city, show-
the "frame-story" manner, like the Panchatantra. ing him the sights, and brought him home at
One anecdote leads to another until the tales are nightfall to his mother, who was overjoyed to
sometimes four and deep. Thus the beautiful
five see her son so fine.
but clever narrator, Scheherazade, interested the Next day the magician led Aladdin into
Sultan, her new husband, who had previously some beautiful gardens a long way outside
had his wives killed the next day after marriage; the city gates. They sat down by a fountain
and when she had managed to stay alive a thou- and the magician pulled a cake from his
sand and one nights he naturally yielded and let girdle, which he divided between them. They
her live on. A few of these tales, like Aladdin, are then journeyed onwards till they almost
suitable for children and have always been favor- reached the mountains. Aladdin was so tired
ites. [From Arabian Nights, col. and ed. by An- that he begged to go back, but the magician
drew Lang (Longmans, 1898).] beguiled him with pleasant stories, and led
him on in spite of himself. At last they came
There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son to two mountains divided by a narrow valley.
called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who would "We will go no farther," said the false uncle.
do nothing but play all day long in the streets "I will show you something wonderful; only
with little idle boys like himself. This so do you gather up sticks while I kindle a fire."
grieved the father that he died; yet, in spite of When it was lit the magician threw on it a
his mother's tears and prayers, Aladdin did powder he had about him, at the same time
not mend his ways. One day, when he was saying some magical words. The earth trem-
playing in the streets as usual, a stranger bled a little and opened in front of them,
asked him his age, and if he was not the son disclosing a square flat stone with a brass
of Mustapha the tailor. "I am, sir," replied ring in the middle to raise it by. Aladdin tried
Aladdin; "but he died a long while ago." On to run away, but the magician caught him
this the stranger, who was a famous African and gave him a blow that knocked him down.
magician, fell on his neck and kissed him, "What have I done, uncle?" he said piteously;
saying; "I am your uncle, and knew you from whereupon the magician said more kindly:
your likeness to my brother. Go to your mother "Fear nothing, but obey me. Beneath this
and tell her I am coming." Aladdin ran home stone lies a treasure which is to be yours, and
and told his mother of his newly found uncle. no one else may touch it; so you must do
"Indeed, child," she said, "your father had a exactly as I tell you." At the word treasure
brother, but I always thought he was dead." Aladdin forgot his fears, and grasped the ring
However, she prepared supper, and bade as he was told, saying the names of his father
Aladdin seek his uncle, who came laden with and grandfather. The stone came up quite
wine and fruit. He presently fell down and easily, and some steps appeared. "Go down,"
kissed the place where Mustapha used to sit, said the magician; "at the foot of those steps
bidding Aladdin's mother not to be surprised you will find an open door leading into three
at not having seen him before, as he had been large halls. Tuck up your gown and go
forty years out of the country. He then turned through them without touching anything, or
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you will die instantly. These halls lead into a Aladdin, snatching the lamp, said boldly:
garden of fine fruit trees. Walk on till you "Fetch me something to eat!" The genie re-
come to a niche in a terrace where stands turned with a silver bowl, twelve silver plates
a lighted lamp. Pour out the oil it contains, containing rich meats, two silver cups, and
and bring it me." He drew a ring from his two bottles of wine. Aladdin's mother, when
finger and gave it to Aladdin, bidding him she came to herself, said: "Whence comes
prosper. this splendid feast?" "Ask not, but eat," re-
Aladdin found everything as the magician plied Aladdin. So they sat at breakfast till it
had said, gathered some fruit off the trees, was dinner-time and Aladdin told his mother
and having got the lamp, arrived at the about the lamp. She begged him to sell it, and
mouth of the cave. The magician cried out in have nothing to do with devils. "No," said
a great hurry: "Make haste and give me the Aladdin, "since chance hath made us aware
lamp." This Aladdin refused to do until he of its virtues, we will use it, and the ring
was out of the cave. The magician flew into a likewise, which I shall always wear on my
terrible passion, and throwing some more finger." When they had eaten all the genie
powder on to the fire, he said something, and had brought, Aladdin sold one of the silver
the stone rolled back into its place. plates, and so on until none were left. He then
The magician left Persia forever, which had recourse to the genie, who gave him
plainly showed that he was no uncle of Alad- another set of plates, and thus they lived for
din's, but a cunning magician, who had read many years.
in his magic books of a wonderful lamp, One day Aladdin heard an order from the
which would make him the most powerful Sultan proclaimed that everyone was to stay
man in the world. Though he alone knew at home and close his shutters while the
where to find it, he could only receive it from Princess, his daughter, went to and from the
the hand of another. He had picked out the bath. Aladdin was seized by a desire to see her
foolish Aladdin for this purpose, intending to face, which was very difficult, as she always
get the lamp and kill him afterwards. went veiled.
For two days Aladdin remained in the dark He hid himself behind the door of the bath
crying and lamenting. At last he clasped his and peeped through a chink. The Princess
hands in prayer, and in so doing, rubbed the lifted her veil as she went in, and looked so
ring, which the magician had forgotten to beautiful that Aladdin fell in love with her at
take from him. Immediately an enormous first sight. He went home so changed that his
and frightful genie rose out of the earth, mother was frightened. He told her he loved
saying: "What wouldst thou with me? I am the Princess so deeply that he could not live
the Slave of the Ring, and will obey thee in all without her, and meant to ask her in mar-
things." Aladdin fearlessly replied: "Deliver riage of her father.
me from this place!" whereupon the earth His mother, on hearing this, burst out
opened, and he found himself outside. As laughing; but Aladdin at last prevailed upon
soon as his eyes could bear the light he went her to go before the Sultan and carry his
home, but fainted on the threshold. When he request. She fetched a napkin and laid in it
came to himself, he told his mother what had the magic fruits from the enchanted garden,
passed, and showed her the lamp and the which sparkled and shone like the most beau-
fruits he had gathered in the garden, which tiful jewels. She took these with her to please
were in reality precious stones. He then asked the Sultan, and set out, trusting in the lamp.
for sc me food. "Alas! child," she said, "I have The Grand Vizier and the lords of council
nothing in the house, but I have spun a little had just gone in as she entered the hall and
cotto i and will go and sell it." Aladdin bade placed herself in front of the Sultan. He took
her l;eep her cotton, for he would sell the no notice of her. She went every day for a
lamp instead. As it was very dirty she began week, and stood in the same place. When the
to ru ) it, that it might fetch a higher price. council broke up on the sixth day the Sultan
Insta ntly a hideous genie appeared and asked said to his Vizier: "I see a certain woman in
what she would have. She fainted away, but the audience-chamber every day carrying
482 THE ORAL TRADITION
something in a napkin. Call her next time, Princess. "Fear nothing," Aladdin said to her;
that I may find out what she wants." Next "you are my wife, promised to me by your
day, at a sign from the Vizier, she went up to unjust father, and no harm shall come to
the foot of the throne and remained kneeling you." The Princess was too frightened to
till the Sultan said to her: "Rise, good woman, speak, and passed the most miserable night
and tell me what you want." She hesitated, so of her life, while Aladdin lay down beside her
the Sultan sent away all but the Vizier, and and slept soundly. At the appointed hour the
bade her speak freely, promising to forgive genie fetched in the shivering bridegroom,
her beforehand for anything she might say. laid him in his place, and transported the bed
She then told him of her son's violent love for back to the palace.
the Princess. "I prayed him to forget her," she Presently the Sultan came to wish his
"
said, but in vain; he threatened to do some daughter good-morning. The unhappy Vi-
desperate deed if I refused to go and ask your zier's son jumped up and hid himself, while
Majesty for the hand of the Princess. Now I the Princess would not say a word, and was
pray you to forgive not me alone, but my son very sorrowful. The Sultan sent her mother to
Aladdin." The Sultan asked her kindly what her, who said: "How comes it, child, that you
she had in the napkin, whereupon she unfold- will not speak to your father? What has hap-
ed the jewels and presented them. He was pened?" The Princess sighed deeply, and at
thunderstruck, and turning to the Vizier said: last told her mother how, during the night,
"What sayest thou? Ought I not to bestow the the bed had been carried into some strange
Princess on one who values her at such a house, and what had passed there. Her moth-
price?" The Vizier, who wanted her for his er did not believe her in the least, but bade her
own son, begged the Sultan to withhold her for rise and consider it an idle dream.
three months, in the course of which he The following night exactly the same thing
hoped his son would contrive to make him a happened, and next morning, on the Prin-
richer present. The Sultan granted this, and cess's refusing to speak, the Sultan threat-
told Aladdin's mother that, though he con- ened to cut off her head. She then confessed
sented to the marriage, she must not appear all,bidding him ask the Vizier's son if it were
before him again for three months. not so. The Sultan told the Vizier to ask his
Aladdin waited patiently for nearly three son, who owned the truth, adding that, dearly
months; but after two had elapsed, his moth- as he loved the Princess, he had rather die
er, going into the city to buy oil, found every- than go through another such fearful night,
one rejoicing, and asked what was going on. and wished to be separated from her. His
"Do you not know," was the answer, "that the wish was granted, and there was an end of
son of the Grand Vizier is to marry the Sul- feasting and rejoicing.
tan's daughter tonight?" Breathless, she ran When the three months were over, Aladdin
and told Aladdin, who was overwhelmed at sent his mother to remind the Sultan of his
first, but presently bethought him of the promise. She stood in the same place as be-
lamp. He rubbed it, and the genie appeared, fore, and the Sultan, who had forgotten Alad-
saying: "What is thy will?" Aladdin replied: din, at once remembered him, and sent for
"The Sultan, as thou knowest, has broken his her. On seeing her poverty the Sultan felt less
promise to me, and the Vizier's son is to have inclined than ever to keep his word, and
the Princess. My command is that tonight you asked his Vizier's advice, who counseled him
bring hither the bride and bridegroom." to set sohigh a value on the Princess that no
"Master, I obey," said the genie. Aladdin then man living could come up to it. The Sultan
went to his chamber, where, sure enough, at then turned to Aladdin's mother, saying:
midnight the genie transported the bed con- "Good woman, a Sultan must remember his
taining the Vizier's son and the Princess. promises, and I will remember mine, but your
"Take this new-married man," he said, " and son must first send me forty basins of gold
put him outside in the cold, and return at brimful of jewels, carried by forty black
daybreak." Whereupon the genie took the Vi- slaves, led by as many white ones, splendidly
zier's son out of bed, leaving Aladdin with the dressed. Tell him that I await his answer!"
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The mother of Aladdin bowed low and went The palace was finished by next day, and
home, thinking all was lost. She gave Aladdin the genie carried him there and showed him
the message, adding: "He may wait long all his orders faithfully carried out, even to
enough for your answer!" "Not so long, moth- the laying of a velvet carpet from Aladdin's
er,as you think," her son replied. "I would do palace to the Sultan's. Aladdin's mother then
a great deal more than that for the Princess." dressed herself carefully, and walked to the
He summoned the genie, and in a few mo- palace with her slaves, while he followed her
ments the eighty slaves arrived, and filled up on horseback. The Sultan sent musicians
the small house and garden. Aladdin made with trumpets and cymbals to meet them, so
them set out to the palace, two and two, that the air resounded with music and cheers.
followed by his mother. They were so richly She was taken to the Princess, who saluted
dressed, with such splendid jewels in their her and treated her with great honor. At night
girdles, that everyone crowded to see them the Princess said good-bye to her father, and
and the basins of gold they carried on their set out on the carpet for Aladdin's palace,
heads. with his mother at her side, and followed by
They entered the palace and, after kneel- the hundred slaves. She was charmed at the
ing before the Sultan, stood in a half-circle sight of Aladdin, who ran to receive her.
round the throne with their arms crossed, "Princess," he said, "blame your beauty for
while Aladdin's mother presented them to the my boldness if I have displeased you." She
Sultan. He hesitated no longer, but said: told him that, having seen him, she willingly
"Good woman, return and tell your son that I obeyed her father in this matter. After the
wait for him with open arms." She lost no wedding had taken place Aladdin led her into
time in telling Aladdin, bidding him make the hall, where a feast was spread, and she
haste. But Aladdin first called the genie. supped with him, after which they danced till
"I want a scented bath," he said, "a richly midnight.
embroidered habit, a horse surpassing the Next day Aladdin invited the Sultan to see
Sultan's, and twenty slaves to attend me. the palace. On entering the hall with the
Besides this, six slaves, beautifully dressed, four-and-twenty windows, with their rubies,
to wait on my mother; and lastly, ten thou- diamonds, and emeralds, he cried: "It is a
sand pieces of gold in ten purses." No sooner world's wonder! There is only one thing that
said than done. surprises me. Was it by accident that one
Aladdin mounted his horse and passed window was left unfinished?" "No, sir, by
through the streets, the slaves strewing gold design," returned Aladdin. "I wished your
as they went. Those who had played with him Majesty to have the glory of finishing this
in his childhood knew him not, he had grown palace." The Sultan was pleased, and sent in
so handsome. When the Sultan saw him he the best jewelers in the city. He showed them
came down from his throne, embraced him, the unfinished window, and bade them fit it
and ed him into a hall where a feast was up like the others. "Sir," replied their spokes-
spread, intending to marry him to the Prin- man, "we cannot find jewels enough." The
cess that very day. But Aladdin refused, say- Sultan had his own fetched, which they soon
ing, 'I must build a palace fit for her," and used, but to no purpose, for in a month's time
took his leave. the work was not half done. Aladdin, knowing
Or ce home, he said to the genie: "Build me that their task was vain, bade them undo
a palace of the finest marble, set with jasper, their work and carry the jewels back, and the
agate, and other precious stones. In the mid- genie finished the window at his command.
dle \ou shall build me a large hall with a The Sultan was surprised to receive his jew-
dome its four walls of massy gold and silver,
, els again, and visited Aladdin, who showed
each side having six windows, whose lattices, him the window finished. The Sultan em-
all e ccept one which is to be left unfinished, braced him, the envious Vizier meanwhile
must be set with diamonds and rubies. There hinting that it was the work of enchantment.
must be stables and horses and grooms and Aladdin had won the hearts of the people
slave s; go and see about it!" by his gentle bearing. He was made captain
484 THE ORAL TRADITION
of the Sultan's armies, and won several bat- snatched it and bade the slave take her
tles for him; but remained modest and courte- choice, amid the jeers of the crowd. Little he
ous as before and lived thus in peace and cared, but left off crying his lamps, and went
content for several years. out of the city gates to a lonely place, where
But far away in Africa the magician re- he remained till nightfall, when he pulled out
membered Aladdin and by his magic arts the lamp and rubbed it. The genie appeared
discovered that Aladdin, instead of perish- and at the magician's command carried him,
ing miserably in the cave, had escaped and together with the palace and the Princess in
had married a Princess with whom he was it, to a lonely place in Africa.
living in great honor and wealth. He knew Next morning the Sultan looked out of the
that the poor tailor's son could only have window toward Aladdin's palace and rubbed
accomplished this by means of the lamp his eyes, for it was gone. He sent for the
and traveled night and day till he reached Vizier and asked what had become of the
the capital of China, bent on Aladdin's ruin. palace. The Vizier looked out too, and was lost
As he passed through the town he heard in astonishment. He again put it down to
people talking everywhere about a marvel- enchantment, and this time the Sultan be-
ous palace. lieved him, and sent thirty men on horseback
"Forgive my ignorance," he said. "What is to fetch Aladdin in chains. They met him
this palace you speak of?" riding home, bound him, and forced him to go
"Have you not heard of Prince Aladdin's with them on foot. The people, however, who
palace," was the reply, "the greatest wonder loved him, followed, armed, to see that he
of the world? I will direct you if you have a came to no harm. He was carried before the
mind to see it." Sultan, who ordered the executioner to cut off
The magician thanked him who spoke, and his head. The executioner made Aladdin
having seen the palace knew that it had been kneel down, bandaged his eyes, and raised his
raised by the genie of the lamp and became scimitar to strike. At that instant the Vizier,
half-mad with rage. He determined to get who saw that the crowd had forced their way
hold of the lamp and again plunge Aladdin into the courtyard and were scaling the walls
into the deepest poverty. to rescue Aladdin, called to the executioner to
Unluckily, Aladdin had gone a-hunting for stay his hand. The people, indeed, looked so
eight days, which gave the magician plenty of threatening that the Sultan gave way and
time. He bought a dozen copper lamps, put ordered Aladdin to be unbound, and pardoned
them into a basket, and went to the palace, him in the sight of the crowd. Aladdin now
crying, "New lamps for old!" followed by a begged to know what he had done. "False
jeering crowd. wretch!" said the Sultan, "come hither," and
The Princess sitting in the hall of twenty- showed him from the window the place
four windows, sent a slave to find out what where his palace had stood. Aladdin was so
the noise was about, who came back laugh- amazed that he could not say a word. "Where
ing, so that the Princess scolded her. is my palace and my daughter?" demanded
"Madam," replied the slave, "who can help the Sultan. "For the am not so deeply
first I
laughing to see an old fool offering to ex- concerned, but my daughter I must have, and
change fine new lamps for old ones?" you must find her or lose your head." Aladdin
Another slave, hearing this, said: "There is begged for forty days in which to find her,
an old one on the cornice there which he can promising if he failed, to return and suffer
have." Now, this was the magic lamp, which death at the Sultan's pleasure. His prayer was
Aladdin had left there, as he could not take it granted, and he went forth sadly from the
out hunting with him. Sultan's presence. For three days he wan-
The Princess, not knowing its value, laugh- dered about like a madman, asking everyone
ingly bade the slave take it and make the what had become of his palace, but they only
exchange. She went and said to the magi- laughed and pitied him. He came to the banks
cian: "Give me a new lamp for this." He of a river, and knelt down to say his prayers
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before throwing himself in. In so doing he Aladdin comforted her and left her for
rubbed the magic ring he still wore. The genie awhile. He changed clothes with the first
he had seen in the cave appeared, and asked person he met in the town and having bought
his will. "Save my life, genie," said Aladdin, a certain powder, returned to the Princess,
"and bring my palace back." "That is not in who let him in by a little side door. "Put on
my power," said the genie; "I am only the your most beautiful dress," he said to her,
Slave of the Ring; you must ask him of the "and receive the magician with smiles, lead-
lamp." "Even so," said Aladdin, "but thou ing him to believe that you have forgotten me.
canst take me to the palace, and set me down Invite him up to sup with you and say you
under my dear wife's window." He at once wish to taste the wine of his country. He will
found himself in Africa, under the window of go for some and while he is gone, I will tell
the Princess, and fell asleep out of sheer you what to do." She listened carefully to
weariness. Aladdin and when he left her, arrayed herself
He was awakened by the singing of the gayly for the first time since she left China.
birds, and his heart was lighter. He saw She put on a girdle and headdress of dia-
plainly that all his misfortunes were owing to monds, and, seeing in a glass that she was
the loss of the lamp, and vainly wondered more beautiful than ever, received the magi-
who had robbed him of it. cian, saying, to his great amazement: "I have
That morning the Princess rose earlier made up my mind that Aladdin is dead, and
than she had done since she had been carried that all my tears will not bring him back to
into Africa by the magician, whose company me, so I am resolved to mourn no more, and
she was forced to endure once a day. She, have therefore invited you to sup with me;
however, treated him so harshly that he dared but I am tired of the wines of China, and
not live there altogether. As she was dressing, would fain taste those of Africa." The magi-
one of her women looked out and saw Alad- cian flew to his cellar, and the Princess put
din. the powder Aladdin had given her in her cup.
The Princess ran and opened the window, When he returned she asked him to drink her
and at the noise she made Aladdin looked up. health in the wine of Africa, handing him her
She called to him to come to her, and great cup in exchange for his, as a sign she was
was the joy of these lovers at seeing each reconciled to him. Before drinking the magi-
other again. cian made her a speech in praise of her
After he had kissed her Aladdin said: "I beg beauty, but the Princess cut him short, say-
of you, Princess, in God's name, before we ing: "Let us drink first, and you shall say
speak of anything else, for your own sake and what you will afterwards." She set her cup to
mine tell me what has become of an old lamp
,
her lips and kept it there, while the magician
I left on the cornice in the hall of twenty-four drained his to the dregs and fell back lifeless.
windows when I went hunting." The Princess then opened the door to Aladdin,
"Alas!" she said, "I am the innocent cause and flung her arms round his neck; but Alad-
of ou :* sorrows," and told him of the exchange din put her away, bidding her leave him, as
of the lamp. he had more to do. He then went to the dead
"Now I know," cried Aladdin, "that we magician, took the lamp out of his vest, and
have to thank the African magician for this! bade the genie carry the palace and all in it
Wheie is the lamp?" back to China. This was done, and the Prin-
"He carries it about with him," said the cess in her chamber only felt two little
Print ess. "I know, for he pulled it out of his shocks, and little thought she was at home
brea; show me. He wishes me to break my
t to again.
faith with you and marry him, saying that you The Sultan, who was sitting in his closet,
were beheaded by my father's command. He mourning for his lost daughter, happened to
is fo ever speaking ill of you, but I only reply look up, and rubbed his eyes, for there stood
to hi n by my tears. If I persist in doing so, I the palace as before! He hastened thither,
doub not but he will use violence."
: and Aladdin received him in the hall of the
486 THE ORAL TRADITION
four-and-twenty windows, with the Princess this dome, it would be the wonder of the
at his side. Aladdin told him what had hap- world."
pened, and showed him the dead body of the After this the Princess could think of noth-
magician, that he might believe. A ten days' ing but the roc's egg, and when Aladdin re-
feast was proclaimed, and it seemed as if turned from hunting he found her in a very ill
Aladdin might now live the rest of his life in humor. He begged to know what was amiss,
peace; but it was not to be. and she told him that all her pleasure in the
The African magician had a younger broth- hall was spoilt for the want of a roc's egg
er, who was, if possible, more wicked and hanging from the dome. "If that is all," re-
more cunning than himself. He traveled to plied Aladdin, "you shall soon be happy." He
China to avenge his brother's death, and went left her and rubbed the lamp, and when the
to visita pious woman called Fatima, think- genie appeared commanded him to bring a
ing she might be of use to him. He entered her roc's egg. The genie gave such a loud and
cell and clapped a dagger to her breast, telling terrible shriek that the hall shook. "Wretch!"
her and do his bidding on pain of death.
to rise he cried, "is it not enough that I have done
He changed clothes with her, colored his face everything for you, but you must command
like hers, put on her veil, and murdered her, me to bring my master and hang him up in
that she might tell no tales. Then he went the midst of this dome? You and your wife
towards the palace of Aladdin, and all the and your palace deserve to be burnt to ashes,
people, thinking he was the holy woman, but that this request does not come from you,
gathered round him, kissing his hands and but from the brother of the African magician,
begging his blessing. When he got to the whom you destroyed. He is now in your palace
palace there was such a noise going on round disguised as the holy woman whom he
him that the Princess bade her slave look out murdered. He it was who put that wish into
of the window and ask what was the matter. your wife's head. Take care of yourself, for he
The slave said it was the holy woman, curing means to kill you." So saying, the genie disap-
people by her touch of their ailments, where- peared.
upon the Princess, who had long desired to Aladdin went back to the Princess, saying
see Fatima, sent for her. On coming to the hishead ached, and requesting that the holy
Princess, the magician offered up a prayer for Fatima should be fetched to lay her hands on
her health and prosperity. When he had done, it. But when the magician came near, Alad-
the Princess made him sit by her, and begged din, seizing his dagger, pierced him to the
him to stay with her always. The false Fati- heart. "What have you done!" cried the Prin-
ma, who wished for nothing better, consent- cess. "You have killed the holy woman!" "Not
ed, but kept his veil down for fear of discov- so," replied Aladdin, "but a wicked magi-
ery. The Princess showed him the hall, and cian," and told her of how she had been
asked him what he thought of it. "It is truly deceived.
beautiful," said the false Fatima. "In my After this Aladdin and his wife lived in
mind it wants but one thing." "And what is peace. He succeeded the Sultan when he
that?" said the Princess. "If only a roc's egg," died, and reigned for many years, leaving
replied he, "were hung up from the middle of behind him a long line of kings.
Turkey
folktale is its indirect revelation of manners, and reds and whites of the intricate tracery on
customs, and sense of place. [From Alice Geer the ceiling, but not a thought came. He looked
Kelsey, Once the Hod/a (Longmans, 1943).] at the rich yellows and reds of the mosaics on
the walls, but there was no help there. He
There was just one' day of each week that looked at the men's faces staring up at him.
worried Nasr-ed-Din Hodja. On six days he He heard the tittering in the latticed balcony
was as free as a butterfly. He could talk with where the veiled women sat. He must say
his ffiends in the market place or ride his something.
donkey to a nearby village. He could work in "Oh, people of Ak Shehir!" He leaned on
the vineyards or go hunting in the hills. He the pulpit and eyed them squarely. "Do you
could lounge in the coffee house or sit in the know what I am about to say to you?"
sun in his own courtyard. There was nothing "No!" boomed from the rugs where the
to hurry him to be at a certain place at a men squatted.
certain time to do a certain thing. "No!" floated down in soft whispers from
But Friday was different. It was much the latticed balcony, whispers not meant for
different. That was the day when all good any ears beyond the balcony.
Mohammedans went to their mosques. Be- "You do not know?" said Nasr-ed-Din
cause Nasr-ed-Din Hodja, years before, had Hodja, shaking his head and looking from one
attended the school for priests, he was ex- face to another. "You are sure you do not
pected each Friday to mount the pulpit of the know? Then what use would it be to talk to
mosque at a certain time and preach a ser- people who know nothing at all about this
mon. That was all very well when he had important subject. My words would be wasted
something to say, but there were many Fri- on such ignorant people."
days ivhen his mind was as empty as that of With that, the Hodja turned and climbed
his own little gray donkey. It was one thing to slowly down the pulpit steps. His eyes low-
swap stories with the men in the coffee house ered, he walked with injured dignity through
and quite another to stand alone in the high the crowds of men. He slipped on his shoes at
pulpit and talk to a mosque full of people. The the mosque door, and was out in the sun-
men, each squatting on his own prayer rug on shine free until next Friday.
the floor looked up at him with such solemn That day came all too soon. The Hodja
faces. Then there was the fluttering in the mingled with the crowds going to the mosque.
balcony behind the lattices, which told him His coarse, home-knit stockings pattered
that the women were waiting too. Of course, across the deep colorful rugs. He climbed the
the chanting, which came before the sermon, steps to the high pulpit. He looked down at the
was not hard because all the men joined in sea of solemn faces. He heard the rustling
that, bowing till they touched their foreheads behind the lattices of the balcony. He had
to the floor in the Nemaz. But the sermon hoped that this week he could think of a
that v/as hard. sermon, but the carvings of the doorway did
On<? Friday he walked more slowly than not help him, nor the embroidered hangings
ever through the cobblestoned streets of Ak of the pulpit, nor the pigeons fluttering and
Shehir. He saw the veiled women slipping cooing at the window. Still, he must say
silently past him on their way to the latticed something.
balco ly of the mosque. He saw the men in "Oh, people of Ak Shehir!" intoned the
their best clothes hurrying to the mosque to Hodja, gesturing with both hands. "Do you
hear his sermon. But what sermon? He know what I am about to say to you?"
stopp id at the mosque door to leave his shoes. "Yes," boomed the men who remembered
He p with the other men across the
ittered what happened when they said "No" last
soft t lick rugs. But they could squat on the week.
rugs, while he had to climb into the high "Yes," echoed in soft whispers from the
pulpii .
balcony.
Pei haps the beauty of the mosque would "You know what I am going to say?" said
give lim an idea. He looked up at the blues the Hodja, shrugging first one shoulder and
488 THE ORAL TRADITION
then the other. "You are sure you know what I "Oh, people of Ak Shehir!" declaimed the
am going to say? Then I need not say it. It Hodja as he groped helplessly for an idea. "Do
would be a useless waste of my golden words you know what I am about to say to you?"
if I told you something that you already "No," came from those who were thinking
knew." of the last Friday.
The Hodja turned and again climbed down "Yes," came from those who were thinking
the pulpit steps. He picked his way with of the Friday before that.
unhurried dignity among the men. He "Some of you know and some of you do not
scuffed into his shoes and escaped into the know!" The Hodja rubbed his hands together
sunshine. Another free week was ahead of and beamed down at the men. "How very
him. fine! Now let those who know tell those who
But the best of weeks end. The third Friday do not know!"
found him once more climbing the pulpit The Hodja was humming to himself as he
steps, with not a word worth saying in that came down from the pulpit, two steps at a
solemn mosque. The ancient Arabic writing time. He nodded and smiled as he threaded
on the bright ceiling had no help for him. The his way through the men. Some thought he
flickering candles in the large round chande- bowed and smiled toward the latticed balco-
lier winked at him but said nothing. Even the ny, but others said the good Hodja would not
big Koran in front of him might have had have made so bold. He picked his own worn
blank pages instead of its fine Arabic words shoes from the rows and rows by the mosque
and its illuminated borders. Men's faces door. The sunshine was warm and friendly.
looked up at him expectantly. Bright eyes The birds were singing and there was the
peered through the lattices of the women's fragrance of hawthorn blossoms in the air.
balcony. The time had come again when he The Hodja had not a worry in the world
must speak. not till another Friday should come around.
Australia
Dinewan the Emu and Goomble- nal vanity than in Dinewan the Emu and
an enthusiastic introduction to the book. H. Dinewan emu, being the largest bird, was
the
Drake-Brockman has chosen what he considers acknowledged as king by the other birds. The
the most interesting of the stories from five Goomble-gubbons, the turkeys, were jealous
volumes of the author's tales. The stories possess of the Dinewans. Particularly was the
the poetic quality of the aboriginal mind, child- Goomble-gubbon mother jealous of the Dine-
like in its simplicity. They also show a shrewd wan mother. She would watch with envy the
understanding of basic behavior and motive, high flight of the Dinewans, and their swift
which makes them delightful and amusing to running. And she always fancied that the
read. As Mr. Drake-Brockman states in his intro- Dinewan mother flaunted her superiority in
duction, "It would be difficult to find a better her face, for whenever Dinewan alighted
concise comment on social snobbery and mater- near Goomble-gubbon after a long, high
FOLKTALES 489
flight, she would flap her big wings and begin had left Goomble-gubbon, and finding her
booing in her pride, not the loud booing of the stillsquatting there, she said, "See, I have
male bird but a little, triumphant, satisfied followed your example. I have now no wings.
booing noise of her own, which never failed to They are cut off."
irritate Goomble-gubbon when she heard it. "Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Goomble-gubbon,
Goomble-gubbon used to wonder how she jumping up and dancing around with joy at
could put an end to Dinewan's supremacy. the success of her plot. As she danced around
She decided that she would be able to do so she spread out her wings, flapped them and
only by injuring her wings and checking her said, "I have taken you in, old stumpy wings.
power of flight. But the question that troubled I have my wings yet. You are fine birds, you
her was how to gain this end. She knew she Dinewans, to be chosen kings, when you are
would gain nothing by having a quarrel with so easily taken in. Ha! ha! ha!"
Dinewan and fighting her, for no Goomble- And laughing derisively, Goomble-gubbon
gubbon would stand any chance against a flapped her wings right in front of Dinewan,
Dinewan. There was evidently nothing to be who rushed toward her to punish her treach-
gained by an open fight. She would have to ery. But Goomble-gubbon flew away, and,
gain her end by cunning. alas, the now wingless Dinewan could not
One day, when Goomble-gubbon saw Dine- follow her.
wan in the distance coming toward her, she Brooding over her wrongs, Dinewan
squatted down and drew in her wings in such walked away, vowing she would be revenged.
a way as to look as if she had none. But how? That was the question that she and
After Dinewan had been talking to her for her mate failed to answer for some time.
some time, Goomble-gubbon said, "Why do At length the Dinewan mother thought of a
you not imitate me and do without wings? plan and prepared at once to execute it.
Every bird flies. The Dinewans, to be the king She hid all her young Dinewans but two
of birds, should do without wings. When all under a big saltbush. Then she walked off to
the birds see that I can do without wings, they Goomble-gubbon's plain with the two young
will think I am the cleverest bird and they will ones following her. As she walked off the
make a Goomble-gubbon king." morilla, or pebbly ridge, where her home was,
"But you have wings," said Dinewan. onto the plain, she saw Goomble-gubbon out
"No, I have no wings." feeding with her twelve young ones.
And indeed she looked as if her words were After exchanging a few remarks in a
true, so well were her wings hidden as she friendly manner, with Goomble-gubbon, she
squatted in the grass. said to her, "Why do you not imitate me and
Dinewan went away after a while and have only two children? Twelve are too many
thought much of what she had heard. She to feed. If you keep so many they will never
talked it all over with her mate, who was as grow to be big birds like the Dinewans. The
disturbed as she was. They made up their food that would make big birds of two would
minds that it would never do to let the only starve twelve."
Goomble-gubbons reign in their stead, even if Goomble-gubbon said nothing, but she
they had to lose their wings to save their thought it might be so. It was impossible to
to where the Dine wans fed, and as she saw "But you have only two children."
how much bigger the two young ones were "I have twelve. I will go and bring them to
than any of hers, once more mad envy of show you."
Dinewan possessed her. Dinewan ran off to her saltbush where she
She determined not to be outdone. Rather, had hidden her ten young ones.
she would kill all her young ones but two. Soon she was to be seen coming back
She said, "The Dinewans shall not be the running with her neck stretched forward, her
king birds of the plains. The Goomble- head thrown back with pride and the feathers
gubbons shall replace them. They shall grow of her booboo-tella, or tail, swinging as she
as big as the Dinewans, and shall keep their ran, booing out the while her queer throat-
wings and fly, which now the Dinewans can- noise, the Dinewan song of joy. The pretty,
not do." soft-looking little ones with their striped skins
And straightway Goomble-gubbon killed all ran beside her, whistling their baby Dinewan
her young ones but two. note.
Then back she came to where the Dine- When Dinewan reached the place where
wans were still feeding. Goomble-bubbon was, she stopped her booing
When Dinewan saw her coming and no- and said in a solemn tone, "Now you see my
ticed shehad only two young ones with her, words are true. I have twelve young ones, as I
she called out, "Where are all your young said. You can gaze at my loved ones and think
ones?" of your poor murdered children. And while
Goomble-gubbon answered, "I have killed you do so I will tell you the fate of your
them, and have only two left. Those will have descendants forever. By trickery and deceit
plenty to eat now, and will soon grow as big as you lost the Dinewans their wings, and now
your young ones." forevermore, as long as a Dinewan has no
"You cruel mother to kill your children. You wings, so shall a Goomble-gubbon lay only
greedy mother. Why, I have twelve children two eggs and have only two young ones. We
and I find food for them all. I would not kill are quits now. You have your wings and I my
one for anything, not even if by so doing I children."
could get back my wings. There is plenty for And ever since then a Dinewan, or emu,
all. Look at how the saltbush covers itself has had no wings, and a Goomble-gubbon, or
with berries to feed my big family. See how turkey of the plains, has laid only two eggs in
the grasshoppers come hopping around, so a season.
that we can catch them and fatten on them."
Canada
The Canoe in the Rapids trapped foxes, beavers, minks and any furred
creature that would step into their traps.
Natalie Savage Carlson retells with skill and keen When spring came and the ice in the river
wit the French-Canadian folktales that her great- melted, the two men would load their furs
great uncle, Michel Meloche, told her mother as into a canoe and paddle down the swift cur-
a child and that her mother in turn told to her. rent to sell their winter's catch to the trader.
The story given here is a particular favorite and It was one such spring that Francois and
produces many a chuckle. [From Natalie Savage Sylvain headed south with the finest catch
Carlson, The Talking Cat, and Other Stories of that they had ever made. If only they could
French Canada (Harper, 1952).] beat the other trappers to the trading post,
they could make a fine bargain.
Once in another time, Francois Ecrette was "A-ah, we will be rich men," said Sylvain,
an adventurer in the woods. Every winter he who already could hear the tintin of coins in
went north with Sylvain Gagnon. They his deep pockets.
FOLKTALES 491
"Yes," answered Francois, "if we get that paw, and from that paw to this paw.
through the Devil's Jaws safely." Straight toward the two trappers he came.
Nowhere on any of the rivers of Canada Francois lifted his rifle to his shoulder and
was there such a fearsome place. In the took careful aim. He pulled the trigger. Plink!
Devil's Jaws, there were waterfalls that Nothing happened. There was no bullet in the
roared and whirlpools that spun a boat about rifle because it had been used on the rabbit.
like a dry leaf. It was as if the river fell in- The bear gave another angry growl. He
to a panic itself when squeezed into the rose on his hind legs and walked toward
Devil's Jaws and tried to run away in every Francois like a man, shuffling from this paw
direction. to that paw.
"That's true," said Sylvain, "but you are Francois dropped the gun and ran for his
luckyto have me for a partner. Nowhere in all life. Already Sylvain Gagnon was far ahead of
Canada is there such a skillful boatman as him, his fur coat making him look like a bear
Sylvain Gagnon." that ran too fast to shuffle from this paw to
Sylvain drew the cold air in through his that paw. Francois made for a big tree, but he
nose and puffed out his chest with it. didn'thave time to climb it as the bear was
So Francois Ecrette felt safe and happy, almost on him. So around the tree he ran. And
even though the worst ordeal of the long trip behind him followed the bear. Round and
was ahead of them. round and round the tree ran Francois and
They loaded the canoe with their bundles the bear. Any little bird looking down from
of furs and their provisions. For days they the treetop wouldn't have known whether the
paddled down the river, singing gay songs to bear was chasing Frangois Ecrette or Fran-
pass away the long hours. cois was chasing the bear. The trapper ran so
One late afternoon they beached their boat fast that he was more behind the bear than in
on the bank and made for a clearing on the front of him. And as the bear ran around the
hill. They built a campfire, and Francois tree, he clawed the air angrily. But his sharp
started to roast a young rabbit he had shot. He claws only tore the bark from the tree. And if
hung it over the coals by spearing it on a Francois had anything at all to be thankful
green willow branch. for, it was that the ragged shreds flying
"We must eat well," said Sylvain, "for we through the air were bark from the tree and
are close to the Devil's Jaws. We will need all not skin from his back.
our strength for that pull and push." Around and around and around went the
"But it will soon be dark," Frangois re- man and the beast. The bear got dizzy first.
minded him. "Shouldn't we camp here all He ran slower and slower. Finally he broke
night so we can go through the rapids in away from the tree and went staggering
daylight?" away, side and then to that side.
first to this
"Pou, pou," laughed Sylvain, "what a And as he reeled and stumbled, he knocked
scared rabbit you are! I can paddle at night as his head into one tree trunk after another.
well as by day. I could shoot the Devil's Jaws Bump bump bump.
with my eyes closed and a beaver riding on Frangois lost no time in finding another
my paddle." tree to climb, for the tree they had been
Fn.ncois rubbed his stubbly chin. running around had been stripped of its bark
"My faith," he exclaimed, "I am the lucki- as far up as a bear could reach. As he
est man in the world to have you for a partner, climbed, he could hear the bump, bump,
Sylvain Gagnon. I don't believe you have fear bump of the bear's head as he stumbled into
of an /thing." tree trunks.
As if to test the truth of this, an angry growl Panting and dizzy himself, Francois set-
came from behind the bushes. Both men tled into a crotch of the tree. Now where was
jump 3d to their feet, Francois seizing his rifle that false friend, Sylvain Gagnon, who had
as he did so. The bushes broke open and a big left him to face the bear alone? He called and
brow bear came through them. He walked
i called but there was no answer. Perhaps the
slowl / on all fours, shuffling from this paw to bear had eaten Sylvain. A-tout-tou, what bad
492 THE ORAL TRADITION
luck that would be when there was still the Ecrette's sharp ear caught the distant roar of
Devil's Jaws ahead! How could he ever get the rapids.
through those treacherous waters without the "Brace yourself, Sylvain," he cried, "for
skillful boatman Sylvain Gagnon? the boat is now in your hands. I will help you
And how could he get safely from the tree as much as I can."
to the boat? Perhaps the bear was waiting for So he plied his paddle from this side to that
him among the bushes. The sleepy sun soon side and from that side to this side. The river
went to bed and it grew dark. It became had become like an angry, writhing eel. He
colder than ever. Frangois Ecrette's arms and heard the waterfall ahead and began pad-
legs were numb. dling like mad so the canoe would shoot
At last he jerkily lowered himself from the straight and true. The least slant of the boat
He looked about in every direction, but it
tree. and the churning current would turn it over
was too dark to see anything. He sniffed and and over, and swallow them both.
sniffed like a bear, for if a bear can smell a Francois felt the icy wind and the cold
man, maybe a man can smell a bear. But all spray on his face as they plunged over the
Francois could smell was the sharp, icy air of waterfall and bobbed in the whirlpool below.
early spring. Slowly he made his way down He fought the churning, frothing waters that
the hill toward the place they had left the he could hear more than see. His muscles
canoe. tightened like iron and the air blew up his
Then great joy filled the heart of Francois lungs.
Ecrette. Although the trees blackened the "My faith, but it's a good thing to have such
river, a faint moonlight glimmered through a boatman as Sylvain Gagnon guiding this
them. Its pale light fell upon a figure hunched canoe," rejoiced Frangois. "In such a current
in the bow of the canoe with the fur coat as this, no other man could bring a boat
pulled up over its ears. through safely. I will forget the way he de-
"Sylvain," cried Francois, "you are safe serted me when that big brown bear attacked
after all. Why didn't you come back to me?" us."
But Sylvain must have felt a deep shame, All danger was not over yet, for the stern of
for he only put his head down between his the canoe was sucked into the outer rim of a
arms and made a sad, apologetic sound. whirlpool. The lurch of the boat wrenched
"Believe me, my friend," said Frangois, Frangois Ecrette's back like a blow from a
"I'm certainly glad you escaped, for we have giant hammer. The canoe spun around com-
a terrible ride ahead of us this night. Do you pletely. For fully ten minutes, there was
think we better try the rapids after all?" such a battle with the churning waters as
But his companion resolutely straightened Frangois had never known before. Around
up and squared his shoulders in the fur coat. and around, up and down rocked the canoe,
Francois pushed the boat into the stream, with Francois fiercely wielding his paddle.
leaped aboard and grabbed a paddle. Silently If it hadn't been for the soothing figure in
they floated into the current; then the slender front of him, he would have given up in
canoe headed for the dangers ahead. fright.
"My faith, it is good to have you in this boat Finally the canoe straightened out and
with me," cried Frangois. "This current is like leaped straight ahead. The roar of the rapids
a bolt of lightning." grew fainter. Frangois let his paddle drag and
The boat raced faster and faster. Instead of relaxed.
paddling for speed, Francois had to spend his "My faith," he gasped. "I thought that was
strength flattening the paddle like a brake. the last of us for sure. You have saved us
The trees made a dark tunnel of the river both, Sylvain Gagnon. No boatman in all
course so that Francois could barely see his Canada but you could have gotten us out of
companion's stout back. that Devil's trap."
On, on they went. The frail canoe sped in a But his modest companion only shrugged
zigzag flight like a swallow. Franc, ois his shoulders and humped lower into the bow.
FOLKTALES 493
Then because Frangois was worn out from bing two sticks together. Then he stood as
his paddling, he decided to take a little nap. close to the fire as he could, to dry out his
With no other partner but Sylvain would he clothes. He scorched and steamed like the
have dared doze off. But Sylvain had proved uneaten rabbit back on the sharp stick in
his mettle in getting them through the rapids, the clearing.
and the waters ahead were slow and peace- At last he was dry enough to brave the cold
ful. So Francois rested his paddle, closed his walk down the river bank. He set out slowly.
eyes and fell into a deep sleep. The branches scratched his hands and face.
When he awoke, it was morning. The sun His boots sloshed and squashed through the
had chased the shadows out from under the slush of early spring.
trees, and the river sparkled in the friendliest It was late afternoon by the time he
kind of way. reached the trader's village. Everyone
Frangois rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. seemed surprised to see him alive.
"Ah, Sylvain," he yawned, "what a night "Your canoe was found caught in a log jam
we had in the rapids. If it hadn't been for below here, with bear tracks on the shore,"
you a-tou-tou-tou-tou !" said the trader. "We thought a bear had car-
For Frangois Ecrette's partner in the canoe ried you off."
was not Sylvain Gagnon, the great boatman, "But the furs," cried Frangois. "What hap-
but the big brown bear of the clearing! pened to them? Were they lost?"
Frangois jumped up and gave a bloodcur- "They are all safe," said the trader. "Your
dling shriek. The bear slowly turned around friend Sylvain Gagnon arrived only a little
and looked at him. He shook his great furry while ago. He helped me check through
head as if to shake his brains back into their them."
right place after they had been knocked apart Then a familiar face appeared in the
by the tree trunks. He gave a low threatening crowd.
growl. "Frangois, my good friend," cried Sylvain.
Frangois didn't wait any longer. He dived "I got a ride back with a party of Indians. But
into the river and furiously swam through the how did you ever get the canoe through the
icy water. After what seemed a sinner's life- rapids all by yourself?"
time, he reached the frosty shore. When he "Sylvain, my false friend," retorted the
looked back at the river, he had a last glance trapper, "I was not alone. The big brown bear
of the canoe, full of furs, disappearing among who chased me in the clearing was with me."
the trees with the big brown bear standing in Then Frangois Ecrette shivered and shook
the bow. in a way that had nothing to do with the cold
Now this was a fine how-does-it-make of spring afternoon or his damp clothing.
trouble. Here was Frangois all alone in the So all turned out well for Frangois Ecrette
wilderness without Sylvain, furs, provisions in the end. But he never went on any more
or even a dry match. trapping trips with Sylvain Gagnon. You
Luckily the trading post couldn't be too see, my friends, one who turns into a big
faraway now. Frangois gathered dry wood brown bear when you need him most is not
and started a fire in the Indian way, by rub- a true friend.
United States
Mr. Irow Takes a Wife in the making of a folktale. In the bleak landscape
of the Arctic there is little on which the imagina-
In thi; story from the Eskimo folklore of Alaska, tion may feed. But the flights of birds are there, to
we fe?l close to theprocess of creation involved be watched and studied, and the sharing of life
494 THE ORAL TRADITION
with animals. So the Eskimos have made stories crow called. "Have you any daughters who
about birds, giving them, as is usual in the would like to marry? I am looking for a wife
process, the speech and the basic urges of man, and I would like to go south for the winter."
and equipping them with sleds and kayaks re- Mr. Goose looked down at Mr. Crow, but he
sembling their own. But with the anthropomor- kept pulling away at his sky sled. "No., Mr.
phic element there is also astonishing accuracy Crow," he replied, "my daughters are rather
concerning the habits of bird and beast. young to marry. Besides, you do not eat the
The collector of these tales, a biologist in the things we do and you would always be away,
employ of the United States Government, spent hunting along the seashore. That is a lovely
eight summers studying water fowl and animal boat you are building, but our girls do not
the region; nor did he neglect the study of
life in need a boat; they can all swim."
man. "In each Eskimo village is a Kashmin," he So the white-fronted geese went on their
reports, "or 'Man House.' Men and boys gather way.
there and listen to the stories of the Medicine Mr. Crow continued to work on his boat. He
Men." had an adz, a queer tool that all the Eskimo
Elsewhere in this collection, the term The people use. They can take a round log and
Clapping Mountains is explained. "There are two chop along it and make it up into boards. So
high mountains that are very close together. All the old crow worked on as another flock of
the birds who fly South must pass between them. geese came by. They were emperor geese,
Every while they clap together, just as you
little and Mr. Crow looked up at them. The old
clap your hands, and anyone caught between gander was pulling the sled and he leaned
them is crushed to death." [From Charles E. into the harness, for he was very strong. In
Gillham, Beyond the Clapping Mountains; Eski- the sled his one child, a girl goose, was rid-
mo Stories from Alaska (Macmillan, 1947).] ing. His wife was riding on the runners and
holding the handle bars. They were really
Once upon a time there lived an old crow. He a beautiful family, with their pretty pearl-
really was not a bad fellow, but he was rather gray backs and their white heads flashing in
proud and puffed up about himself and he the sun.
thought he was very wise. Mr. Crow was as "Hello, Mr. Emperor Goose," the old crow
black as coal and in those days he had a long called to the family. "That is a beautiful
tail about which he was rather vain. He was daughter you have. Do you think she would
unhappy, though, for he did not have a wife. care to marry me? I would like to go with you
Several of the birds he asked to marry him to the birdland for the winter."
had refused. Mr. Emperor Goose looked down at Mr.
"We know you are quite wise, Mr. Crow, Crow, and the girl goose blushed. "I do not
but you are such a greedy bird. We like grass know, Mr. Crow. Maybe it will be all right if
and tender roots to eat. You hunt old dead our daughter is willing. That is a fine kayak
things along the beach and you seldom eat you are building; but she really needs none,
the nice food we do. No, Mr. Crow," the birds for she can swim very well." The old gander
replied, "we do not want to marry you." stopped near the igloo to talk it over. He took
So Mr. Crow was sad as fall came on and off the harness he wore while pulling the sky
he saw the birds leaving to go south. He could sled, and sat down on the grass. "What do you
see long strings of geese and other birds as think about it, Mamma?" he asked Mrs. Em-
they headed south, driving their bird sleds peror Goose.
through the sky. He looked up, and coming suppose it is all right," she said, looking
"I
right over him were Mr. White-fronted Goose at Mr. Crow and his long tail. "He really is
and his family. The old gander was in front, making a lovely kayak and he would not be
pulling, in the harness and, behind, his wife such a bad-looking son-in-law. I am afraid,
held the handle bars of the sled. The children though, he would have trouble keeping up
were riding. with us as we go to the birdland for the
"Hello there, Mr. White-front," the old winter. We go very fast, for our sky sled is not
FOLKTALES 495
heavily loaded. What if he should fall off as land where the birds live." He pulled all the
we cross the big wide ocean?" harder, but he was getting very weak.
"Oh, I am quite strong," Mr. Crow bragged, At last the old gander went up and took the
and he arched his long tail as he saw that harness from Mr. Crow. "You ride behind and
Mrs. Goose had noticed it. "I can pull the sky hold the handle bars," he told him. "I will pull
sled, myself, and I will not get tired when we the sky sled for a while."
cross the big wide ocean. Just wait until I put Poor Mr. Crow was so tired he was almost
on my parka and my water boots and close the dead. His lovely tail, which had streamed out
igloo door.I am all ready to leave." behind, now drooped down. He hung on to the
Mr. Crow was so excited that he worked handle bars, and Mr. Emperor Goose went
quickly. "What a lovely goose girl the young like the wind. Soon they came to the big wide
Emperor woman is," he thought. How he Ocean and started right across. When they
would show off before them when he took his were halfway, Mr. Crow was still gasping for
turn pulling the sky sled! Soon Mr. Crow was breath. Suddenly they hit a rough cloud of air
all ready. and the sky sled gave a terrible bounce. The
"You had better ride behind on the runners poor old crow fell right off behind. He was so
and hold the handlebars," Mr. Emperor Goose tired that he could not even say a word, and
told the old crow. "It is really quite hard work on went Mr. Goose with the sled. Mrs. Emper-
and I do not think you are strong enough to or Goose and the daughter were looking
do it." ahead, enjoying the ride. They did not know
"Nonsense," said Mr. Crow, putting on the that Mr. Crow had fallen right over the big
harness. "I will pull the sled through the sky, wide ocean.
and you ride on the runner, Mr. Goose, and The old crow flapped as hard as he could to
hold to the handle bars." keep from falling into the big wide ocean. His
Mr. Crow set off as fast as he could go. He beautiful tail was drooping and he was very
wanted to show the young goose girl how weary. "Goodness," he said, "the goose people
strong he was, and he pulled as hard as he do not know that I have fallen off the sled and
could. they are going on without me. I do not think I
"Mercy," said Mrs. Emperor Goose, "we can ever fly the rest of the way across the big
certainly are going fast! We should be to the wide ocean."
big wide ocean tonight if we go this swiftly. Mr. Crow flapped his tired wings as strong-
Mr. Crow is really quite strong." ly as he could, but he kept getting lower and
So the old crow pulled all the harder. The lower in the sky. Soon he was only a few feet
goose girl and her mother rode on the sky above the waves and he knew that soon he
sled, and Mr. Emperor Goose held the han- would fall right in if he did not flap his wings
dle bars and rode on the runner. They passed harder.
several families of other birds who were not "Oh, I am going to drown," he thought,
pulling their sky sleds so fast. All of them "and I was just going to marry the beautiful
were surprised to see Mr. Crow doing all the goose girl. Why did I ever act so foolish and
work. try to pull the sky sled so fast?"
Aftjr quite a distance the old crow grew As he got closer down to the water, Mr.
tired. He had never been so fagged out in all Crow looked ahead. He could still see Mr.
his life. He was sorry, now, that he had not let Emperor Goose pulling his sled, and right
Mr. Emperor Goose pull, in the harness, and beneath him he could see the shore of the big
his wings hurt so that he could hardly go wide ocean. If he could only fly a little far-
anothsr foot. ther! Mr. Crow flapped and flapped, but he
"H'!re, Mr. Crow," the Emperor Goose said, just could not make it. At last a big wave
"let n e pull the sky sled." touched his wing; then another touched his
"Oh, I can pull it, Mr. Goose," and the old tail and kerplop! the old crow fell right
crow spurted up a bit. "I really am very into the water. The shore was only a few
stron;;. I think I can pull the sled clear to the feet away.
4% THE ORAL TRADITION
How Mr. Crow did wish that he had learned Mountains. They are likely to catch me this
to swim like the geese! He went clear under time, because I am so tired I cannot fly very
and down to the bottom. Giving a kick with fast."
his feet, up he came again. The salty water At last Mr. Emperor Goose grew impatient.
from the big wide ocean got into Mr. Crow's "I think I will go ahead," he told his wife. "I
nose and went down his throat. He choked am tired of having to wait every year for the
terribly. Down he went and up he came Canadian geese and the curlews." So Mr.
again. He had salty water in his eyes and he Goose put on his pulling harness and Mrs.
was gasping. Surely, now, he would drown. Goose and the goose girl got into the sled. "We
wave larger than
Just then a big the others must fly very hard," Mr. Emperor Goose said.
washed Mr. Crow right out onto the sand. "You, Mr. Crow, hold the handle bars, but do
Hastily he dragged his long wet tail up away not ride on the runner. You had better flap
from the edge of the water. your wing and help me to make more speed."
For a long time Mr. Crow lay on the sand Away they went like the very wind.
and gasped for breath; the water in his mouth Mr. Crow did the very best he could, but he
tasted very bad and he had a stomachache. At could only flap feebly along. "Hurry faster,
last he sat up, took off his parka, and wrung Mr. Crow," the Emperor Goose called back.
the water out of it. Then he shook the water "We will be sure to be caught in the Clapping
from his long tail and felt better. He rested Mountains."
again, then jumped into the air and followed The big gander pulled very hard and Mr.
along in the tracks that the sled had made in Crow, hanging on to the handle bars, could
the sky. He must catch up with Mr. Goose and not even fly hard enough to keep up. His long
his lovely daughter. tail streamed out behind, and he was badly
After some time Mr. Crow saw the emperor frightened. Just as Mr. Emperor Goose got
geese. They had stopped their sled down near through the mountains, they began to trem-
a lot of other birds. He saw the white-fronted ble; in a second they clapped together as hard
geese, the snow geese, and the black brants. as they could. Mr. Crow gave a terrible
Even the little sandpipers were there with a squawk, for his long tail was caught between
tiny sled, and Mr. King Eider Duck had a very the straight walls. They cut his long feathers
fancy one made of walrus ivory. off short, so that he did not have any more tail
"We were worried about you, Mr. Crow," than a chicken.
Mr. Emperor Goose said. "What happened to How foolish Mr. Crow felt with his beauti-
you? I could not turn my sky sled around, for ful tail gone!The goose girl even laughed,
we were over the big wide ocean. I knew that and that made him feel more silly than ever.
one so strong as you could get here all right by "If you ask me," said Mr. Emperor Goose,
himself." "I think helps your looks decidedly not to
it
the other birds didn't seem to notice it at all. the dove began once more to moan: "Hu-hu-
Ever since that time, the crows have had huuu! Hu-hu-huuu! Ho-uuu, ho-uuu, ho-
short tails. uuu!"
It is good for one always to try to pull his Coyote listened carefully. He memorized
share of the load, but he should not be so silly the song. And when he thought he had it in
as to think he can do it all. mind, he said, "First I will take the song
home and leave it there safely. Then I will
continue hunting."
He turned and ran, saying the words over
Coyote and the Crying Song and over so that he would not forget them. He
Children are often appreciative of the terrible came to a place where he had to leap from one
burden of having to remember something. The rock to another, but he missed his footing and
coyote in this Hopi Indian story is not only fell. He got to his feet. He was annoyed. He
betrayed by his memory, but tricked as well. said, "Now I have He tried to
lost the song."
[From Harold Courlander, People of the Short remember it, but all he could think of was
Blue Corn (Harcourt, 1970).] "Hu-hu."
So he went back and said angrily to the
Coyote once lived on Second Mesa near the dove, "I was taking the song home, but I fell
village of Shipaulovi. The dove also lived near and lost it. So you must give it to me again."
Shipaulovi. It was harvest time, and the dove The dove said, "I did not sing, I only cried."
was in the field collecting the seeds of the Coyote bared his teeth. He said, "Do you
kwakwi grass. To separate the seeds from the prefer to be eaten?"
stalks, she had to rub the tassels vigorously. The dove quickly began to moan: "Hu-hu-
But the kwakwi grass was sharp, and the huuu! Hu-hu-huuu! Ho-uuu, ho-uuu, ho-
dove cut her hands. She began to moan: uuu!"
"Hu-hu-huuu! Hu-hu-huuu! Ho-uuu, ho-uuu, "Ah, now I have it," Coyote said, and once
ho-uuu!" more he started for home. In his haste he
It happened that Coyote was out hunting, slipped and tumbled into a gully. When he
and he heard the voice of the dove. To Coyote, regained his footing, the song was gone.
the moaning sounded like music. "What a Again he had lost it. So he returned to the
fine voice," he said to himself, approaching place where the dove was working.
the place where the dove was working. He "Your song is very slippery," he said. "It
stopped nearby, listening with admiration as keeps getting away. Sing it again. This time I
the dove moaned again: "Hu-hu-huuu! Hu- shall grasp it firmly. If I can't hold onto it this
hu-huuu! Ho-uuu, ho-uuu, ho-uuu!" time I shall come and take you instead."
again. He went back to the kwakwi field. He lowed and bellowed and bellowed all day and
saw the stone that the dove had placed there. all night. That made his throat hurt. But he
He saw the painted eyes looking at him. didn't get any bigger. So he decided that Mr.
"Now you have done it," he said. "There is Bull was all wrong too.
no purpose in looking at me that way. I am a Nowhe didn't know anyone else to ask.
hunter. Therefore, I hunt." He leaped for- One night he heard Mr. Hoot Owl hooting,
ward and his jaws snapped. But the stone and he remembered that Mr. Owl knew
bird was very hard. Coyote's teeth broke and everything. "Mr. Owl? How can I get big like
his mouth began to bleed. "Hu-hu-huuu!" he Mr. Horse and Mr. Bull?"
moaned. "Hu-hu-huuu! Ho-uuu, ho-uuu, ho- "What do you want to be big for?" Mr. Hoot
uuu!" Owl asked.
moment a crow alighted in the
Just at that "I want to be big so that when I get into a
kwakwi field. He said, "Coyote, that is a fight, I can whip everybody," the knee-high
beautiful song you are singing." man said.
Coyote replied, "How stupid the crow peo- Mr. Hoot Owl hooted. "Anybody ever try to
ple are that they can't tell the difference pick a fight with you?"
between singing and crying!" The knee-high man thought a minute.
"Well, now that you mention it, nobody ever
did try to start a fight with me."
The Knee-High Man
Mr. Owl said, "Well, you don't have any
he heard as a
Julius Lester's feeling for the stories reason to fight. Therefore, you don't have any
child ledhim to retell them so that his own reason to be bigger than you are."
children and others could enjoy the casually told "But, Mr. Owl," the knee-high man said, "I
wisdom of America's black heritage. [From Julius want to be big so I can see far into the
Lester, The Knee-High Man and Other Tales distance."
(Dial, 1972).] Mr. Hoot Owl hooted. "If you climb a tall
tree,you can see into the distance from the
Once upon a time there was a knee-high man. top."
He was no than a person's knees. Be-
taller The knee-high man was quiet for a minute.
cause he was so short, he was very unhappy. "Well, I hadn't thought of that."
He wanted to be big like everybody else. Mr. Hoot Owl hooted again. "And that's
One day he decided to ask the biggest what's wrong, Mr. Knee-High Man. You
animal he could find how he could get big. So hadn't done any thinking at all. I'm smaller
he went to see Mr. Horse. "Mr. Horse, how than you, and you don't see me worrying
can I get big like you?" about being big. Mr. Knee-High Man, you
Mr. Horse said, "Well, eat a whole lot of wanted something that you didn't need."
corn. Then run around a lot. After a while
you'll be as big as me."
The Wonderful Tar-Baby
The knee-high man did just that. He ate so
much corn that his stomach hurt. Then he An old black man, Uncle Remus, tells these
ran and ran and ran until his legs hurt. But he beloved animal stories to a little boy who lives on
didn't get any bigger. So he decided that Mr. a Southern plantation. The folktales, which were
Horse had told him something wrong. He probably brought over from Africa by the slaves,
decided to go ask Mr. Bull. are rich in humor. Four generations of children in
"Mr. Bull? How can I get big like you?" America have laughed with glee at Brer Rabbit's
Mr. Bull said, "Eat a whole lot of grass. triumph over his old enemy, Brer Fox, and at the
Then bellow and bellow as loud as you can. astonishing pranks of the other "creeturs." Of all
The first thing you know, you'll be as big as the stories, The Wonderful Tar-Baby is perhaps
me." the favorite. While the dialect in the Uncle Remus
So the knee-high man ate a whole field of stories may be difficult for some children to read,
grass. That made his stomach hurt. He bel- no child should miss this rich heritage of black
FOLKTALES 499
folklore. The stories are invaluable for storytell- dar's whar he broke his merlasses jug. His fis'
ing and for reading aloud. [From Joel Chandler stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt 'im.
Harris, Uncle Remus, His Songs and Sayings But Tar-Baby, she stay still, en Brer Fox, he
(Appleton Century Crofts, 1935).] lay low.
"
'Ef you don't lemme loose, I'll knock you
"One day atter Brer Rabbit fool 'im wid dat agin,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, en wid dat he
calamus root, Brer Fox went ter wuk en got fotch 'er a wipe wid de udder han', en dat
'im some tar, en mix it wid some turken time, stuck. Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nothin', en
en fix up a contrapshun wat he call a Tar- Brer Fox, he lay low.
Baby, en he tuck dish yer Tar-Baby en he sot "'Tu'n me loose, fo' I kick de natal stuffin'
'er in de big road, en den he lay off in de outten you,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, but de
bushes fer to see wat de news wuz gwineter Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nothin'. She des
be. En he didn't hatter wait long, nudder, hilt on, en den Brer Rabbit lose de use er his
kaze bimeby here come Brer Rabbit pacin' feet in de same way. Brer Fox, he lay low.
down de road lippity-clippity, clippity-lip- Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-
pity dez ez sassy ez a jay-bird. Brer Fox, Baby don't tu'n 'im loose he butt 'er crank-
he lay low. Brer Rabbit come prancin' long sided. En den he butted, en his head got stuck.
twel he spy de Tar-Baby, en den he fotch up Den Brer Fox, he sa'ntered fort', loo kin' des
on his behime legs like he wuz 'stonished. De ez innercent ez one er yo' mammy's mockin'-
Tar-Baby, she sot dar, she did, en Brer Fox, he birds.
"
lay low. 'Howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"'Mawnin'!' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee 'nice 'You look sorter stuck up dis mawnin',' sezee,
wedder dis mawnin',' sezee. en den he rolled on de groun', en laughed en
"Tar-Baby ain't sayin' nothin', en Brer Fox, laughed twel he couldn't laugh no mo'. 'I
he lay low. speck you'll take dinner wid me dis time, Brer
"
'How duz yo' sym'tums seem ter segashu- Rabbit. I done laid in some calamus root, en I
ate?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. ain't gwineter take no skuse,' sez Brer Fox,
"Brer Fox, he wink his eye slow, en lay low, sezee.
en de Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nothin'.
"
'How you come on, den? Is you deaf?' sez
"
Brer Rabbit, sezee. 'Kaze if you is, I kin holler 'You been runnin' roun' here sassin' atter
louder
'
sezee. me a mighty long time, but I speck you done
"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay come ter de een 'er de row. You bin cuttin' up
low. yo' capers en bouncin' 'roun' in dis neighber-
"'Youer stuck up, dat's w'at you is,' says hood ontwel you come ter b'leeve yo'se'f de
Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en I'm a gwineter kyore boss er de whole gang. En den youer allers
you, dat's w'at I'm a gwineter do,' sezee. some'rs whar you got no bizness,' sez Brer
"Bror Fox, he sorter chuckle in his stum- Fox, sezee. 'Who ax you fer ter come en strike
muck, he did, but Tar-Baby ain't sayin' up a 'quaintance wid dish yer Tar-Baby? En
nothin'. who stuck you up dar whar you iz? Nobody in
"Tin gwineter larn you howter talk ter de roun' worril. You des tuck en jam yo'se'f on
'spectiubble fokes ef hit's de las' ack,' sez dat Tar-Baby widout waitin' fer enny invite,'
Brer I abbit, sezee. 'Ef you don't take off dat sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'en dar you is en dar
hat er tell me howdy, I'm gwineter bus' you you'll stay twel I fixes up a bresh-pile and
wide cpen,' sezee. fires her up, kaze I'm gwineter bobby-cue you
"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay dis day, sho,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
low. "Den Brer Rabbit talk mighty 'umble.
"Br ;rRabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar- "'I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer
Baby >he keep on sayin' nothing', twel pres- Fox,' sezee, you don't fling me in dat
'so
ent'y Jrer Rabbit draw back wid his fis', he brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'but
did, ei i
blip he tuck 'er side er de head. Right don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
THE ORAL TRADITION
"'Hit's so much trouble fer ter kindle a turn away, and hurry back into the obscurity that
fier,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'dat I speck I'll fits me best." [From Joel Chandler Harris,
Nights
hatter hang you,' sezee. with Uncle Remus (Houghton Mifflin, 1883).]
"
'Hang me des ez high as you please, Brer
Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'but do fer de "I 'speck dat 'uz de reas'n w'at make old Brer
Lord's sake don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' Rabbit git 'long so well, kaze he aint copy
sezee. atter none er de yuther creeturs," Uncle
'"I ain't got no string,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, Remus continued, after a while. "Wen he
'en now I speck I'll hatter drown you,' sezee. make his disappearance 'fo' um, hit 'uz allers
"
'Drown me des ez deep ez you please, Brer in some bran new place. Dey aint known
Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'but do don't wharbouts fer ter watch out fer 'im. He wuz
flingme in dat brier-patch,' sezee. de funniest creetur er de whole gang. Some
"
'Dey ain't no water nigh,' sez Brer Fox, moughter call him lucky, en yit, w'en he
folks
sezee, 'en now I speck I'll hatter skin you,' git inbad luck, hit look lak he mos' allers
sezee. come out on top. Hit look mighty kuse now,
"'Skin me, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, but 't wa'n't kuse in dem days, kaze hit 'uz
sezee, 'snatch out my eyeballs, t'ar out my done gun up dat, strike 'im w'en you might en
years by de roots, en cut off my legs,' sezee, whar you would, Brer Rabbit wuz de soopless
'but do please, Brer Fox, don't fling me in dat creetur gwine.
brier-patch,' sezee. "One time, he sorter tuck a notion, ole Brer
"Co'se Brer Fox wanter hurt Brer Rabbit Rabbit did, dat he'd pay Brer B'ar a call, en no
bad ez he kin, so he cotch 'im by de behime sooner do de notion strike 'im dan he pick
legs en slung 'im right in de middle er de hisse'f up en put out fer Brer B'ar house."
brier-patch. Dar wuz a considerbul flutter "Why, I thought they were mad with each
whar Brer Rabbit struck de bushes, en Brer other," the little boy exclaimed.
Fox sorter hang 'roun' fer ter see w'at wuz "Brer Rabbit make he call w'en Brer B'ar
gwineter happen. Bimeby he hear somebody en his fambly wuz off fum home," Uncle
call 'im, en way up de hill he see Brer Rabbit Remus explained, with a chuckle which was
settin' cross-legged on a chinkapin log in the nature of a hearty tribute to the crafty
koamin' de pitch outen his har wid a chip. judgment of Brother Rabbit.
Den Brer Fox know dat he bin swop off "He sot down by de road, en he see um go
mighty bad. Brer Rabbit wuz bleedzed fer ter by old Brer B'ar en ole Miss B'ar, en der two
fling back some er his sass, en he holler out: twin-chilluns, w'ich one un um wuz name
'"Bred en bawn in a brier-patch, Brer Kubs en de t'er one wuz name Klibs."
Fox bred en bawn in a brier-patch!' en wid The little boy laughed, but the severe seri-
dat he skip out des ez livery ez a cricket in de ousness of Uncle Remus would have served
embers." for a study, as he continued:
"Ole Brer B'ar en Miss B'ar, dey went 'long
ahead, en Kubs en Klibs, dey come shufflin'
Brer Rabbit's Astonishing Prank en scramblin' 'long behime. W'en Brer Rabbit
see dis, he say ter hisse'f dat he 'speck he
Joel Chandler Harris wrote a friend in regard to better go see how Brer B'ar gittin' on; en off
his Uncle Remus stories: "I seem to see before he put. En 't wa'n't long n'er 'fo' he 'uz ran-
me the smiling faces of thousands of children sackin' de premmuses same like he 'uz sho'
some young and fresh, and some wearing the 'nuff patter-roller. Wiles he wuz gwine 'roun'
friendly marks of age, but all children at heart peepin' in yer en pokin' in dar, he got ter
and not an unfriendly face among them. And out foolin' 'mong de shelf s, en a bucket er honey
of the confusion, and while am trying hard to
I w'at Brer B'ar got hid in de cubbud fall down
speak the right word, seem to hear a voice lifted
I en spill on top er Brer Rabbit, en little mo'n
above the rest, saying, 'You have made some of he'd er bin drown. Fum head ter heels dat
us happy.' And so feel my heart fluttering and
I creetur wuz kiver'd wid honey; he wa'n't des
my lips trembling, and have to bow silently and
I
only bedobble wid it, he wuz des kiver'd. He
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hatter set dar en let de natal sweetness drip en put out like a pack er dogs wuz atter 'er.
outen he eyeballs 'fo' he kin see he han' befo' Dis make Brer Rabbit laff kaze he know dat
,
'im, en den, atter he look 'round little, he say w'en a ole settle' 'oman like Sis Cow run
to hisse'f, sezee: 'stracted in de broad open day-time, dat dey
"'Heyo, yer! Wat I gwine do now? If I go mus' be sump'n' mighty kuse 'bout dem leafs
out in de sunshine, de bumly-bees en de flies en dat honey, en he keep on a-rackin' down de
dey'll sworn up'n take me, en if I stay yer, road. De nex' man w'at he meet wuz a black
Brer B'ar'll come back en ketch me, en I gal tollin' a whole passel er plantation shotes,
dunner w'at in de name er gracious I gwine en w'en de gal see Brer Rabbit come prancin'
do.' 'long, she fling down 'er basket er corn en des
"Ennyhow, bimeby a notion strike Brer fa'rly fly, en de shotes, dey tuck thoo de
Rabbit, en he tip 'long twel he git in de woods, woods, en sech n'er racket ez dey kick up wid
en w'en he git out dar, w'at do he do but roll in der runnin', en der snortin', en der squealin'
de leafs en trash en try fer ter rub de honey aint never bin year in dat settlement needer
off'n 'im dat a-way. He roll, he did, en de leafs befo' ner since. Hit keepon dis-a-way long ez
dey Brer Rabbit roll, en de leafs dey
stick; Brer Rabbit meet anybody dey des broke en
stick, en he keep on rollin' en de leafs keep on run like de Ole Boy wuz atter um.
stickin', twel atter w'ile Brer Rabbit wuz de "C'ose, dis make Brer Rabbit feel monst'us
mos' owdashus-lookin' creetur w'at you ever biggity, en he 'low ter hisse'f dat he 'speck he
sot eyes on. En ef Miss Meadows en de gals better drap 'roun' en skummish in de neigh-
could er seed 'im den en dar, dey wouldn't er borhoods er Brer Fox house. En w'iles he wuz
bin no mo' Brer Rabbit call at der house; stannin' dar runnin' dis 'roun' in he min', yer
'deed, en dat dey would n't. come old Brer B'ar en all er he fambly. Brer
"Brer Rabbit, he jump 'roun', he did, en try Rabbit, he git crossways de road, he did, en he
ter shake de leafs off'n 'im, but de leafs, dey sorter sidle todes um. Ole Brer B'ar, he stop
aint gwine ter be shuck off. Brer Rabbit, he en look, but Brer Rabbit, he keep on sidlin'
shake en he shiver, but de leafs dey stick; en todes um. Ole Miss B'ar, she stan' it long ez
de capers dat creetur cut up out dar in de she kin, en den she fling down 'er parrysol en
woods by he own-alone se'f wuz scan'lous tuck a tree. Brer B'ar look lak he gwine ter
dey wuz dat; dey wuz scan'lous. stan' his groun', but Brer Rabbit he jump
"Brer Rabbit see dis wa'n't gwine ter do, en straight up in de a'r en gin hisse'f a shake, en,
he 'low ter hisse'f dat he better be gittin' on bless yo' soul, honey! ole Brer B'ar make a
todes home, en off he put. I 'speck you done break, en dey tells me he to' down a whole
year talk er deze yer booggers w'at gits atter panel er fence gittin' 'way fum dar. En ez ter
bad chilluns," continued Uncle Remus, in a Kubs en Klibs, dey tuck der hats in der han's,
tone so seriously confidential as to be alto- en dey went skaddlin' thoo de bushes des
gether depressing; "well, den, des 'zactly dat same ez a drover er bosses."
a-way Brer Rabbit look, en ef you'd er seed 'im "And then what?" the little boy asked.
you'd 'ir made sho' he de gran'-daddy er all de "Brer Rabbit p'raded on down de road,"
booggsrs. Brer Rabbit pace 'long, he did, en continued Uncle Remus, "en bimeby yer
ev'y motion he make, de leafs dey'd go come Brer Fox en Brer Wolf, fixin' up a plan
swish y-swushy, splushy-splishy, en, fum de fer ter nab Brer Rabbit, en dey wuz so intents
fuss he make en de way he look, you'd er tuck on der confab dat dey got right on Brer Rabbit
'im ter be de mos' suvvigus varment w'at 'fo' dey seed 'im; but, gentermens! w'en dey is
disappear fum de face er de yeth sence ole ketch a glimpse un 'im, dey gun 'im all de
man Noah let down de draw-bars er de ark en room he want. Brer Wolf, he try ter show off,
tu'n ds creeturs loose; en I boun' ef you'd er he did, kase he wanter play big 'fo' Brer Fox,
stuck up long wid 'im, you'd er been mighty en he stop en ax Brer Rabbit who is he. Brer
good n glad ef you'd er got off wid dat.
(
Rabbit, he jump up en down in de middle er
"Dt fus' man w'at Brer Rabbit come up wid de road, en holler out:
wiz o] 3 Sis Cow, en no sooner is she lay eyes "
'I'm de Wull-er-de-Wust. I'm de Wull-er-
on 'im dan she h'ist up 'er tail in de elements, de-Wust, en youer de man I'm atter!'
502 THE ORAL TRADITION
"Den Brer Rabbit jump up en down en concerns an underground monster who must be
make lak he gwine atter Brer Fox en Brer destroyed. In this form, it is an astonishingly vital
Wolf, en de way dem creeturs lit out fum dar tale for the storyteller. [From The Jack Tales, ed.
wuz a caution. by Richard Chase (Houghton Mifflin, 1943).]
"Long time atter dat," continued Uncle
Remus, folding his hands placidly in his lap, One time Jack and his two brothers, Will and
with the air of one who has performed a Tom, were all of 'em a-layin' around home;
pleasant duty, "long time atter dat, Brer weren't none of 'em doin' no good, so their
Rabbit come up wid Brer Fox en Brer Wolf, en daddy decided he'd set 'em to work. He had
he git behime a stump, Brer Rabbit did, en him a tract of land out in a wilderness of a
holler out: place back up on the mountain. Told the boys
"
Tm de Wull-er-de-Wust, en youer de they could go up there and work it. Said he'd
mens I'm atter!' give it to 'em. Hit was a right far ways from
"Brer Fox en Brer Wolf, dey broke, but 'fo' where anybody lived at, so they fixed 'em up a
dey got outer sight en outer year'n', Brer wagonload of rations and stuff for house-
Rabbit show hisse'f, he did, en laugh fit ter keepin' and pulled out.
kill hisse'f. Atterwuds, Miss Meadows she There wasn't no house up there, so they cut
year 'bout it, en de nex' time Brer Fox call, de poles and notched 'em up a shack. They had
gals dey up en giggle, en ax 'im ef he ain't to go to work in a hurry to get out any crop and
feard de Wull-er-de-Wust mought drap in." they set right in to clearin' 'em a newground.
They decided one boy 'uld have to stay to the
Old Fire Dragaman house till twelve and do the cookin'.
First day Tom and Jack left Will there. Will
The Jack Tales of Richard Chase are American
went to fixin' around and got dinner ready,
versions or variants of European folktales. They
went out and blowed the horn to call Tom and
are contemporary examples of the process of
survival and adaptation so characteristic of folk-
Jack, looked down the holler and there came
a big old giant steppin' right up the mountain.
lore. Richard Chase found a pocket of survival
Had him a pipe about four foot long, and he
at Beech Creek, North Carolina. There, in the
had a long old blue beard that dragged on the
keeping of mountain folk, who have been telling
these stories since the first English settlers came ground.
to that region, he found the tales, listened, and
When Will saw the old giant was headed
right for the house, he ran and got behind the
set them down in the speech of the people. The
roots and origins are clearly visible. Here is Jack
door, pulled it back on him and scrouged back
Will says "You all needn't to laugh. Hit'll Old Fire Dragaman reached in to get him a
be your turn tomorrow, Tom." coal of fire, got the biggest chunk in the
So they fixed up what vittles they could and fireplace, stuck it down in his old pipe, and
they all went back to work in the newground. started on back. Jack took out and follered
Next day Tom got dinner, went out and him with all that smoke a-bilin' out; watched
blowed the horn. There came Old Fire where he went to, and saw him go down a big
Dragaman straight hole in the ground.
"Law me!" says Tom. "Where'll I get?" Will and Tom came on to the house, saw
He ran and scrambled under the bed. Old Jack was gone.
Fire Dragaman came on up, eat ever'thing Will says, "I reckon that's the last of Jack.
there was on the table, sopped the plates, and I'll bet ye a dollar Old Fire Dragaman's done
licked out all the pots. Lit his old pipe and took him off and eat him. Dinner's still on the
pulled out down the holler, the black smoke table."
a-rollin' like comin' out a chimley. Hit was a So they set down and went to eatin'. Jack
sight to look at. came on in directly.
Will and Jack came in, says, "Where's our Will says, "Where'n the world ye been,
dinner, Tom?" Jack? We 'lowed Old Fire Dragaman had
"Dinner, the nation! Old Fire Dragaman done eat ye up."
came back up here. Law me! Hit was the "I been watchin' where Old Fire Dragaman
beatin'-est thing I ever seen!" went to."
Will says, "Where was you at, Tom?" "How come dinner yet on the table?"
"Well, I'll tell ye," says Tom; "I was down "I tried best to get him to eat," says
my
under the bed." Jack. "He just lit his old pipe and went on
Jack laughed, and Will and Tom says, "You back. I follered him, saw him go down in a big
just wait about laughin', Jack. Hit'll be your hole out yonder."
time tomorrow." "You right sure ye ain't lyin', Jack?"
Next day Will and Tom went to the new- "Why, no," says Jack. "You boys come
ground. They got to laughin' about where with me and you can see the place where he
Jack 'uld hide at when Old Fire Dragaman went in at. Let's us get a rope and basket so
came. we can go in that hole and see what's down
Jack fixed up ever'thing for dinner, went there."
out about twelve and blowed the horn. Looked So they got a big basket made out of splits,
down the wilder-ness, there was Old Fire and gathered up a long rope they'd done made
Dragaman a-comin' up the hill with his hands out of hickory bark, and Jack took 'em on
foldec behind him and a-lookin' around this down to Old Fire Dragaman's den.
way and that. "Will, you're the oldest," says Jack; "we'll
Jack went on back in the house, started letyou go down first. If you see any danger,
puttir' stuff on the table. Never payed no you shake the rope and we'll pull ye back up."
attention to the old giant, just went right on Will got in the basket, says, "You recollect
a-fixiii' dinner. Old Fire Dragaman came on now; whenever I shake that rope, you pull me
up. out of here in a hurry."
Jack was scoopin' up a mess of beans out So they let him down. Directly the rope
the pot, says, "Why, hello, daddy." shook, they jerked the basket back out, says
"Howdy, son." "What'd ye see, Will?"
"Come on in, daddy. Get you a chair. Din- "Saw a big house. Hit's like another world
ner's ibout ready; just stay and eat with us." down there."
"N ), I thank ye. I couldn't stay." Then they slapped Tom in the basket and
"H t's on the table. Come on sit down." let him down; the rope shook, they hauled
"N I just stopped to light my pipe."
). him up.
"Come on, daddy. Let's eat." "What'd you see, Tom?"
"N much obliged. I got no time."
),
"Saw a house and the barn."
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Then they got Jack in the basket, and let They were awful pleased. They told Jack
him down. Jack got down on top of the house, they were such little bits of children when the
let the basket slip down over the eaves and old giant catched 'em they barely could recol-
right on down in the yard. Jack got out, went lect when they first came down there.
and knocked on the door. Well, Jack put the first one in the basket
The prettiest girl Jack ever had seen came and shook the rope. Will and Tom hauled her
out. He started right in to courtin' her, says, up, and when they saw her they commenced
"I'm goin' to get you out of here." fightin' right off to see which one would
She says, "I got another sister in the next marry her.
room yonder, prettier'n me. You get her out She told 'em, says, "I got another sister
too." down there."
So Jack went on in the next room. That "Is sheany prettier'n you?" says Will.
second girl was a heap prettier'n the first, and She says to him, "I ain't sayin'."
Jack went to talkin' to her and was a-courtin' Will and Tom chunked the basket back
right on. Said he'd get her out of that place. down in a hurry. Jack put the next girl in,
She says, "I got another sister in the next shook the rope. Time Will and Tom saw her,
room, prettier'n me. Don't you want to get her they both asked her to marry, and went to
out too?" knockin' and beatin' one another over gettin'
"Well, I didn't know they got any prettier'n her.
you," says Jack, "but I'll go see." She stopped 'em, says, "We got one more
So he went on in. Time Jack saw that 'un sister down there."
he knowed she was the prettiest girl ever "Is she prettier'n
you?" says Will.
lived, so he started in right off talkin' courtin' She says him, "You can see for yourself."
to
talk to her; plumb forgot about them other So they slammed the basket back down,
two. jerked that last girl out.
That girl said to Jack, says, "Old Fire Drag- "Law me!" says Will. "This here's the one
aman'll be back here any minute now. Time I'm a-goin' to marry."
he finds you here he'll start in spittin' balls of "Oh, no, you ain't!" Tom says. "You'll
fire." marry me, won't ye now?"
So she went and opened up an old chest, "No," says the girl, "I've done promised to
took out a big swoard and a little vial of marry Jack."
ointment, says, "If one of them balls of fire "Blame Jack," says Will. "He can just stay
hits ye, Jack, you rub on a little of this medi- in there." And he picked up the basket and
cine right quick, and this here swoard is the rope, thro wed 'em down the hole.
only thing that will hurt Old Fire Dragaman. "There ain't nothin' much to eat down
You watch out now, and kill him if ye can." there," says the girl; "he'll starve to death."
Well, the old giant came in the door direct- "That's just what we want him to do," says
ly,saw Jack, and com-menced spittin' balls of Will, and they took them girls on back up to
fire allaround in there, some of 'em big as the house.
pumpkins. Jack he went a-dodgin' around Well, Jack eat ever'thing he could find
tryin' to get at the old giant with that swoard. down there, but in about three days he saw
Once in a while one of them fire-balls 'uld the rations were runnin' awful low. He
glance him, but Jack rubbed on that ointment scrapped up ever' bit there was left and then
right quick and it didn't even make a blister. he was plumb out of vittles; didn't know what
Fin'ly Jack got in close and clipped him with he'd do.
that swoard, took his head clean off. In about a week Jack had com-menced to
Then Jack made that girl promise she'd get awful poor. Happened he looked at his
marry him. So she took a red ribbon and got hand, turned that ring to see how much he'd
Jack to plat it in her hair. Then she gave Jack fallen off, says, "I wish I was back home
a wishin' ring. He put it on his finger and they settin' in my mother's chimley corner smokin'
went on out and got the other two girls. my old chunky pipe."
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And next thing, there he was. he'd seen some of 'em from the top of the
Jack's mother asked him how come he cornstalk the time he was up. And some
wasn't up at the newground. Jack told her fellows that had come into camp from the
that was just exactly where he was started. West told him about some outfit that was
When Jack got up there, Will and Tom were loggin' out there on the Coast on a big scale,
still a-fightin' over that youngest girl. Jack and Paul, naturally, wanted to come out and
came on in the house and saw she still had show that fellow how to log.
that red ribbon in her hair, and she came over And so he made up his mind to go right
tohim, says, "Oh, Jack!" away.
So Jack got the youngest and Tom got the lfe-*d
next 'un, and that throwed Will to take the Paul was goin' to show Joe how to log, and
oldest. he wasn't goin' to let him get ahead of him,
And last time I was down there they'd done and so, as soon as he got his land staked out,
built 'em three pole cabins and they were all he went back East and got the Blue Ox and
doin' pretty well. other camp equipment. Paul went back to the
Ottawa country where he'd left some of his
stuff when he'd been loggin' there a long time
Paul Bunyan
ago, and then of course the equipment he had
The Paul Bunyan stories center on a legendary to take out of North Dakota, and then a lot of
hero of the lumber camps of the American North- new stuff from Chicago, donkey engines, and
west. This giant lumberjack is noted for his prodi- cable, and railroad cars, and what-not, and a
lot of other new-fangled things he was goin'
gious feats and the size of his logging operations.
The narrator usually claimed acquaintance with to use.
Paul, and the stories were told in competition. "I'll beat 'em at theirown game," he says.
Figures and dimensions often varied with the And Babe was good for freightin' too. Just
audience, as the storyteller "lays on all the traffic as good as for any other kind of woods work.
will bear." As to the origin of the stories, Esther
Shephard says, "Some evidence points to a When Paul and Babe come to a piece of
French-Canadian origin among the loggers of thick woods, Paul generally went ahead of
Quebec or northern Ontario, who may even have the Ox to make a road for him, where the
brought them from the old country; the name, timber was thick, and it was kind of
then, may be a derivative of the French-Canadian swampy like in the Lake of the Woods coun-
word bongyenne. But other evidences point just try. He'd have his axe in his hand the big
as strongly to anAmerican beginning, possibly in one with the sixteen-foot cuttin' surface and
Michigan or Wisconsin." Whatever their origin the wove grass handle and he'd swing it
may be, these tall tales are a unique contribution back and forth in front of him as he went
of the American frontier to the world's folklore. along and make a road for the Ox. The trees
[From Esther Shephard, Paul Bunyan (Harcourt, would just fall crosswise across the road as
1924).] soon as he got past, big end for little end and
little end for big end, and make as fine a
Well, the way I was sayin', Paul had been corduroy as you'd ever want to see, and then
figgur n' on where he was goin' to go next, the Ox would come along behind.
and S3 then that mornin' he made up his I used to like to see 'em Paul comin'
mind. through the woods that way slashin' with his
"I'll go West," he says. "Reckon there'll be axe, with the clean timber road layin' there
loggin' enough for me to do out there for a behind him, and the streak of light showin'
year o two anyway." through the dark pine trees, and the big Blue
heard about the Big Trees they had
He''l Ox comin' along there behind with the load,
out th sre, and he'd seen the tops of some of chewin' his cud as easy and peaceful as if
'em w len he'd been out cruisin' one Sunday, he'd been goin' into his barn in Paul's camp
and tl en Ole had told him about 'em too on the Red River.
506 THE ORAL TRADITION
That's the way Paul done most of his that's how he happened
to have the glasses
freightin',but sometimes he went farther there. Well, he brought 'em out, and we
south across the plains. looked around, and finally one of us spied the
barn way off in the distance away off towards
I remember one time I was with him on one the south.
of those trips when he was bringin' some "And gee! it's movin'!" he said.
stuff out,and he had a calf that he'd bought "No, sure not. There ain't wind enough to
from some farmer in Iowa that he was bring- be movin' it now. There might of been in the
in' with him to butcher for his camp on the night, but there sure ain't now no wind at
Skagit, when he'd be just about the right size all tospeak of."
then, and so he took him along on this tote- "But it's movin' just the same. And there's
trip he was makin' across the plains. And a kind of funny thing on top of it."
after the first day we stopped overnight at a Well, we got our saddle ponies and rode on
cabin near Billings, Montana. out there and we found the barn, and I'll be
The young fellow who was homesteadin' blamed if there inside of it wasn't that calf of
there said he'd put the calf in the barn for the Paul's.
night, so's he'd be protected from the weather Or I shouldn't of said inside it, for he was
some, and Paul of course was glad at that, mostly outside.
because he knowed that would keep the meat You know he'd growed so fast in the night
more tender, and he told him, sure, that he'd grown clean out of it and here was the
would be fine, if he had room enough. four sides of the barn hangin' around his legs.
"Well, then, I'll do that," says the home- He sure was the limit for growin' fast.
steader.
And so then we put the calf in the barn, and Some of the finest loggin' Paul done after
we put up for the night. he come West was in the Inland Empire.
Well, the next mornin' when we got up and Course it wasn't an Inland Empire then, but
went outside, somethin' about the place just a big inland sea, and it was around the
looked kind of funny and we didn't hardly shores of this lake and on an island in the
know at first what it was, but finally one of northwest corner of it that Paul Bunyan
'em says: logged. It was pretty near my favorite loggin'
"I know what's the matter. The barn's with Paul, that year was.
gone."
And sure enough when we looked, where I know when we first come down there
it'd been there was only a pile of straw now, Paul went out to cut a tree down one day. He
bein' blowed about by the wind. cut away for a couple of hours, and then he
So then of course we all begun lookin' went round to see how much he had left to
around to find out what'd become of it, but we chop before he'd get through, and here if he
couldn't see it nowheres. It hadn't been didn't find two Irishmen choppin' away on the
burned, we knowed that, because if it had of other side of the tree and they'd been choppin'
there would of been some ashes, and there there for over three years, they said, ever
wasn't nothin', only just straw and a few since the spring of the Long Rain just about
boards of the old floor, just as if it'd been three years before that. It seems some boss
lifted right up and carried away by the wind. had sent 'em in there to cut that tree down
And then we happened to think the calf was and that's all the farther they'd got, and I
in the barn too. suppose the boss had forgot all about 'em a
Well, we didn't hardly know what it was long time ago.
could of come about, and so then Holloway They was all overgrown with beards and
that's the young fellow homesteadin' they was lean and hungry, of course, and kind
happened to think he had a pair of field of wild too and queer from havin' been away
glasses somewheres about the place. For he'd from civilization so long and not havin' seen
used to a been a forest ranger before, and so nobody for such a long time.
FOLKTALES 507
Paul felt mighty sorry for 'em and so he you could almost see the air movin' in heat
said he'd see what he could do, and he went waves above them, even though everything
back to his own side again and got his other else was still, and out over the blue sea too,
axe and chopped away a little faster, because till you couldn't hardly look at it, it was so
the men was starvin' to death, and between bright. Loggin' there was different from most
'em in an hour or so they got it down. of the loggin' we'd done, and we liked it.
And then I'll be blamed after all that trou- And then when we got the raft all ready
ble if the old tree wasn't hollow. and everythin' layin' just the way we wanted
it, Paul went down to the southwest corner of
Loggin' on the island and around the in- the lake and plowed out an outlet for it. He
land sea was sure mighty handy. For one was goin' to take most of them logs to China,
thing, there wasn't no waste. You could cut so he figgured from that corner would be the
up the main part of the tree into them special bestway to get out to the ocean. And then,
lengths Paul was gettin' out that year, and when he got the river finished and about half
then you could cut up all the limbs into just filledup with water and slicked out over the
ordinary size logs and that way there wasn't top so it would be slippery, he turned the lake
no waste at all. And all them small logs filled right into it.
up the spaces between the big ones and made Runnin' out so fast there, of course, the
a nice solid-lookin' job of it. inland sea right away begun to slant from the
The way Paul done, he just cut the trees northeast to the southwest, and the whole
around the edge of the island first the first hotcake of logs just slid right off the island
row of 'em all around and fell them right and floated right down to the outlet and then
out into the lake where they'd be all ready for pretty soon the logs from the sides begun to
the drive, and filled in on top with them slide in after it trailin'
along behind, till goin'
smaller logs, and then the next row of trees on down the river looked like a great big sea
it
top of the first ones, and the next row on top of turtle with its hair streamin' out behind it.
that, and so on, one circle layin' right inside And it wasn't long till it was gone and clean
and at the same time kind of on top of the out of sight. And so that loggin' was over.
next circle, till was one solid
the whole island
pile of logs, way till you got to the center, to There's many conflictin' stories about how
the mountain. Mount Pasco was right up in Paul dug the Columbia River, but of course
the middle of the island and that's where we there's only one right one and that's the one I
had the camp, of course. Not a very high was just tellin' about the Inland Empire. I
mountain but kind of big and flat, with a was right there and I saw how it was done.
crater in the top of it, and a hollow where you When Paul got his raft of logs finished and
could cook the soup always by natural heat. was ready to take 'em out, he just went out
Anc then the trees from the sides of the there and plowed out the river. And there
lake lie cut out in the water too, but we wasn't nothin' to it at all. He plowed it out
finished up the island first. From the south first and then filled it up with water and
shore of the lake when you got away from it evened it out so it would be nice and smooth
far en Dugh the island used to look like a great for his logs to slide over. On a windy day in
big hotcake layin' out there, all nice and the Gorge when an east wind is blowin' you
brown and kind of high in the middle like it
,
can see the hole yet in the water where Paul
had p enty of good egg and soda in it, and never put in the last bucketful when he was
then 1 ind of a little uneven around the edge evenin' it out.
like a good hotcake always ought to be.
It v\ as sure as pretty a raft of logs as you'd Well, there's stories, and stories. I don't
ever \ 'ant to see, and the biggest one I ever suppose I've heard 'em all. His old friends all
knowc d of Paul havin'. The sunshine was remember him, and any of 'em will tell you
might / bright there in the Inland Empire and about Paul. And some of 'em wishes a good
used t ) lay over them brown logs out there so many times that he was back here loggin'
508 THE ORAL TRADITION
again; even the young fellows who never "All dressed up, eh, Pecos?" laughed Gun
knowed him, but have only just heard about Smith.
him, would of liked pretty well to've been in "Yes, but this is only half of it. The mother
on the good old times, I guess. says Sue's now got to wear one of those big
spring-steel bustles the English think're so
smart. Which would be all right in its way if
the bustle didn't make it ten times harder for
Slue-foot Sue Dodges the Moon Sue to keep in the saddle when her broncho is
The American folktale is a Johnny-Come-Lately as galloping. Every time the horse strikes the
compared to the long heritage of the oral tradi- ground the spring in the bustle just naturally
tion. But it holds to many of the true patterns of throws her up into the air. And she looks like
folklore indigenous humor, clear characteriza- one of those six-weeks-old blackbirds that
and denouement. The absurdity
tion, swift action, ain't yet quite got all the tail feathers."
of a country as big as America and the immensity "You told her that, Pecos?" inquired Gun
of the task facing the settlers and the workmen, Smith.
provided a natural breeding ground for the story "Tell her!" Pecos Bill exclaimed. "Of
of exaggeration, the tall tale. The industrial fron- course I did. Why, we both laughed about it
tiers of lumbering and cattle raising gave us the till we almost cried. Finally she said, 'If you
roots of two typical folktale cycles. Paul Bunyan had a wife, Pecos, would you force her to
represents the folk image of the lumber worker, wear both skirt and chaps? And would you
and Pecos Bill of the cowboy. Slue-foot Sue's force her to wear spring-steel bustles when
story seems almost prophetic in this time of the she goes riding?' And I replied, 'If I ever have
launching of satellites. Slue-foot Sue almost a wife, she can wear any old thing she
made it in her own person. [From James Cloyd wants.'"
Bowman, Pecos Bill, the Greatest Cowboy of All "Then what did she say?" Gun Smith
Time (Whitman, 1937).] asked, hiding his rising excitement.
"Why, if you must know, what she said
"Has Slue-foot Sue learned to ride a broncho was, 'How I do wish I were your wife.' 'You
yet as good as a catfish?" asked Gun Smith mean that?' I asked, drawing in a deep
with a sharp look at Pecos Bill's face. breath, I can tell you. 'But isn't there any-
Pecos took a few seconds to pull himself thing you would refuse me?' she queried
together before he attempted to answer. growing very serious. 'Absolutely nothing in
"Sue's a wonderful broncho buster," he the world,' I told her and I meant it at the
said wistfully. "She takes to a cayuse as moment. But then I thought I'd better make
naturally as a porcupine quill takes to a bron- myself a little clearer, so I explained, 'That is,
cho's heels. You see, on one of my trips I roped you do everything except ride Widow
I'd let
a calico pony and gentled it. Later I took it Maker. Once he threw the best rider I knew
along up to Pinnacle Mountain and taught onto the top of Pike's Peak, and, of course, I
her to ride it." don'twant anything like that to happen to the
"And has her mother said she could wear one woman I love.'
"
cowpuncher pants?" Gun Smith laughed. 'Of course not,' Sue replied much disap-
"Well, yes and no," Pecos explained. "You pointed. And she sure was pouting when she
see, Gun Smith, the mother and Sue are told me. 'Then you don't think I can ride as
something like you and Moon. They've got well as you. Just wait till I can get this old
strong minds of their own. Sue was deter- skirt and and I'll
this spring-steel bustle off,
mined to wear chaps like a cowman, and her show you I can even Widow Maker!'
ride,
mother was equally determined that she "I asked her, 'Do you really wish you were
should wear a skirt. Finally they compro- my wife?' And she replied, 'I don't know any-
mised, which is better than you and Moon body whose wife I'd wish to be half so much.'
have done. And so Sue wears both one over 'Well then, Sue,' I said, 'keep right on wish-
"
the top of the other, you understand." ing, and it won't be long.'
FOLKTALES 509
"But you don't mean to tell me that you make yourselves comfortable until they re-
reallymean to marry this girl!" Gun Smith turn? I'm sorry, but my lord and his Emi-
demanded coolly. nence, the Right Reverend Doctor Hull, are
"Of course I meanmarry Sue. That's
to walking. They're taking a little constitutional
just the reason I'm inviting you and Chuck before the ceremony begins, don't you know.
and Moon and the others along to the wed- You'll have to excuse me for the minute I'm
ding, so that you can be my bridesmen or so sorry but, you see, I am obliged to super-
groomsmaids or whatever it is you call them. intend the dinner."
We've sent back East for a minister, and he's "So she's already made a Colonel of our
due to arrive at Pinnacle Mountain this morn- Pecos!" Gun Smith snorted under his breath.
ing." "She couldn't think of havin' her daughter
There was, of course, great excitement at marry anybody less than a Colonel, don't you
the I.X.L. Ranch when it was noised about know!" Chuck added in disgust.
that Pecos Bill was to wed the vivacious Sue. "I wonder she hasn't made him a Sir
One minute the cowmen laughed in an up- Knight of the Garter, or at very least a Gener-
roar; the next minute they were like a nest of al!" Mushmouth continued.
hornets. For come to think of it, it was "She's made a strong gesture in that direc-
funny and no joke at the same time. tion.The other royal titles'll follow soon
Pecos Bill married? They couldn't believe it. enough." Chuck replied, with an amused
When the day arrived, Pecos Bill started smile. "Lucky she didn't get hold of any of the
with his men in the direction of Pinnacle rest of us orhard tellin' what kind of monkeys
Mountain. He rode a little ahead, very solemn we'd become!"
and quiet, as though lost in dreams. After two After a short while the men could hear
or three hours he found he couldn't possibly voices outside. Slue-foot Sue was saying in a
poke along with the others. He wanted to be nervous, petulant way: "But after we're mar-
with his Sue. "I think I'll ride on ahead," he ried you've just got to let me ride Widow
called suddenly. And before anybody could Maker! You simply must, I say! You must!
answer, he had given free rein to Widow You must!"
Maker, and all that the others could see then "But, Sue dear," Colonel Pecos Bill replied
was a yellowish cloud of dust. with quiet firmness, "you wouldn't thank me
As Gun Smith and the others followed as if I let you break your neck on the spot, would
fast as their bronchos could carry them, they you?"
put their feelings into words. "Oh! It's the same old story I've been hear-
"What'll we do with a woman at I. X. L. ing all my life, wherever I turn! It's can't!
Ranch?" Can't! Can't, all the while! But I want you to
"There ain't no room for a skirt 'round our know that I will ride Widow Maker! I say I
outfit!" will! I will!! I will!!! I'll show you that I can
"No mistake about that, Pecos Bill is sure ride your old broncho as well as you or any
loco this time." other cowman! I'm no longer a baby, remem-
"With a woman around, Pecos Bill won't be ber that!"
worth as much as a lop-eared maverick." "But, Sue dear," Colonel Bill answered
"Well, judgin' from past experience, we with quiet patience, "don't worry any more
should give him credit for havin' at least a about it. There, now, that's the way I like you
grain of horse sense." to smile. We'll see about it after the wedding."
Wh ;n Gun Smith and Moon and the others "Right you are," laughed the girlish voice.
arrived at Pinnacle Mountain they asked the "We shall see! We shall see!" she ended, be-
mothc r if she had seen anything of Pecos Bill. lieving she had won her victory.
"Cc lonel Bill, if you please!" she answered When Pecos and Sue entered, the men got
proud y with raised eyebrows. "The Colonel to their feet stiffly with hats in hand. "Well,
and my daughter are out horseback riding, when did you arrive?" Pecos began. "Sue,
thank you. Won't you come right along in and here are my friends .This is Gun Smith,
. .
510 THE ORAL TRADITION
this, my brother Chuck, and this, Moon Hen- wasn't a thing to criticize in Pecos Bill's
nessey." clothes. He was gotten together exactly right
Sue gave each of the men a warm greeting. for the occasion.
"It is just perfectly lovely of you to come so Just before the couple stood in place for the
far to witness this important event. The Colo- ceremony the Right Reverend gentleman
nel and I surely do appreciate it. By the way, whispered to my lord: "It seems the least bit
who going to be the best man?"
is weird, even though it is deucedly picturesque,
"I rather believe," exclaimed Gun Smith, to see the bridegroom dressed so entirely out
"that I'd prefer, if it makes no difference to of accord with His Majesty's London costum-
you, to act in the capacity of a groomsmaid or er's latest togs."
a bridesman, as you might say." "Oh, I don't mind, since the Colonel is
"How wonderful of you!" Sue laughed every inch a man, don't you know," my lord
heartily. "You have put it quaintly, indeed." smiled in reply. "I rather approve of his cos-
All the others joined in the joyous spirit of tume."
the occasion, and soon everybody was entirely All the boys were feeling very gay and
at ease and happy. hardly able to wait for things to start. Mush-
When Slue-foot Sue and Colonel Bill ap- mouth had brought along his lip-piano to play
peared later for the wedding ceremony, the the wedding march. Bullfrog Doyle was fidg-
bride was dressed in a dazzling white satin eting about, all set to accompany him by
gown. The wide skirt draped itself in flowing, dancing a different tune with each foot.
lacy lines over the wide-spreading hoops; the Everyone was bursting with fun. That is, all
train extended half across the room; and the except Sue's mother, who turned so cold that
steel-spring bustle looked very smart indeed ! her stare froze on her face like an Egyptian
But dearest of all was the sweet face of the mummy.
bride herself. And Slue-foot Sue had an even greater
The Right Reverend Doctor Hull was quite shock in store for her mother. For just before
charmed with the bride. "My lord," he whis- the ceremony was about to begin, she gave a
pered, "I've not seen Sue's equal in years whoop and rushed from the room. A moment
not in many years!" later she returned, arrayed in sombrero, wool-
Colonel Bill himself had given no little en shirt, chaps, high-heeled boots, jingling
attention to his clothes. He had, in fact, ridden spurs and flaming red breeches. "Ee-Yow!"
at least two thousand miles to collect the very she called. "A cowboy bride for the greatest
best of everything that was to be had. His cowboy in the world," and swung her hat
high-heeled boots, with fancy hand stitching, about her head.
were polished till they shone like a pair of Everyone was completely fascinated by the
mirrors. His spurs were of solid gold. He was daring of the beautiful woman. It was evi-
carrying an imported hat he had ridden seven dent, judging by the brief moment that she
hundred miles to purchase. Its band was of took to make the change, that she must have
the best Mexican bead work. He had a pair of worn the cowboy clothes under her wedding
breeches he had purchased in California. gown.
They were sort of lavender with inch-square In her excitement one thing was wrong,
checks. His shirt was of white silk and his however. She had forgotten that she was still
vest of red satin that was intended by its wearing her steel-spring bustle. She had it on
creator to set every woman's eyes aflame. His now, and although everyone knew at once
coat was covered with delicate Mexican bead that a bustle wasn't the thing to wear with
work, too. chaps and spurs, nobody dared make a sug-
It little wonder he was so proud of
was gestion that would spoil the girlish bride's
himself that he carried his head cocked decid- feeling of freedom and happiness.
edly over his left shoulder. He was so entirely When her mother saw Sue she fairly
happy that the corners of his mouth almost choked with annoyance. She tried to speak,
touched the tops of his ears. In fact, there but the words stuck in her throat. And Sue,
FOLKTALES 511
seeing her mother speechless, leapt out of the pense, Gun Smith had a bright idea. He found
room with another explosive "Ee-Yow!" This his way over to where the Colonel was pacing
action proved quite too much for the mother's back and forth with clenched fists, watching
highly excited nerves and she threw up her in the general direction whence the bride had
hands and fainted in a heap on the floor. last flown, and said:
Colonel Bill flew to help the good woman like "Pecos, why in the name of creation don't
the chivalrous gentleman that he was. you lasso her next time she comes flyin'
This was just the chance Sue was looking down?"
for. Quick as a flash she ran pell-mell to "I had already thought of that," replied
where Widow Maker was tied and released Pecos from the depth of an ocean of despair,
him. The faithful horse saw her coming and "but I'm afraid the rope would cut her in two.
let out a terrific whinny of distress. Colonel Just think of the terrific speed she's travel-
Bill instantly understood what Widow Maker ing!"
meant and almost dropped the mother on the "But can't you catch her in your arms or
floor in hishaste to rescue his bride. somethin'?" Gun Smith continued hopefully.
But alas! Pecos was a fraction of a second "I might, if it wasn't for that confounded
too late. He and the others reached the door steel-spring bustle; but with that on, I'm sure
just in time to see Slue-foot Sue flying upward it would kill us both!"
through the air out of a cloud of dust. After ten or a dozen of these lightning-like
The poor girl, in fact, had been bucked so bounces, Sue began to realize her novel situa-
high that she had to duck her head to let the tion. Once, as she came whizzing past, she
moon go by. Pecos stood wringing his hands succeeded in timing her shrieks just right, so
and looking wildly in the direction of his that her Colonel heard:
vanishing bride. After an hour and a half of "S-t-o-p m-e!"
intense anguish on his part, Sue fell back to When Pecos was entirely unable to do this
earth with the speed of a meteor. She struck Sue tried to shout other of her wishes; but her
exactly in the middle of the spring-steel bus- words sounded only like a siren as she flew
tleand rebounded like a rocket, and again the whizzing away into the sky.
sky completely swallowed her up. After a prolonged conference with His Em-
Colonel Bill had often found himself in the inence, my lord walked over to where the
middle of many a bad fix; but this was the Colonel was waiting and said emphatically:
first time in his life he had ever had to admit "I say, Colonel, why don't you stop her?"
that he was absolutely helpless and beaten "Why don't you stop her yourself?" retorted
from the start. Pecos.
When the mother finally revived and dis- "But, don't you know, I didn't start her !"
covered she was entirely deserted, she trotted "And neither did I!" replied Pecos. "The
out on the steps to see what could be happen- fact is, I did everything possible to prevent
ing that was much more interest than
of so the calamity. But you know Sue!"
herself. When
she saw Sue again fall like a "But, how shall I say, it's surely your fault.
thunderstone and rebound like a cannon ball, You tempted her with your bucking broncho!"
she tied to speak, but instead she again "I didn't tempt her, I'm telling you. The
fainted dead away. His Eminence happened very name of the horse should have been a
to discover her a little while later and beck- warning." Pecos replied, out of patience. "I
oned o the astonished Gun Smith and Moon
i told her it was risky to ride Widow Maker!"
Hennossey to carry her into the house. "Evidently you know very little about wom-
Chuck and Mushmouth and the others en," my lord declared. "When you said your
were excited by the sudden disaster they
>o horse was dangerous, it was the best way to
coudrj think of a thing to do except to stand
't make her want to ride him. That's women for
open-a nouthed and watch for the next return you."
'
trip o Sue. Back she came, only to go up Despite their argument, Slue-foot Sue kept
again After three or four hours of this sus- right on bouncing up and down. During the
512 THE ORAL TRADITION
second day Pecos began to collect his wits and days of ceaseless watching, he was able to
throw strings of dried beef around Sue's neck estimate the time it would take Sue to come to
to keep her from starving to death. By timing rest. During the first, there had been an hour
his arm perfectly with her rebound, he was and a half between succeeding rebounds;
able to thus lasso food around her neck nearly during the second day an hour and a quarter;
every time he tried. and during the third day only an hour. At this
Since there didn't seem to be any end in rate he could plainly understand that she still
sight to Sue's bouncing, Gun Smith and had two or three more days to go before
Chuck and Moon Hennessey thought they stopping.
might just as well set out for the I. X. L. Night and day Pecos Bill stood and
Ranch. There was nothing they could do and watched helplessly. Each night he built a
the entire household was so completely dis- gypsy fire so that Sue might know he had not
rupted that they were famished for some- deserted her.
thing to eat. Besides, there might be a stam- At last, at the end of the sixth day, Pecos
pede on back home or something worse. succeeded in lassoing Sue and in carrying her
Pecos gave them his permission to go, and as in to her prostrate mother.
soon as they were out of reach of Pinnacle "The wretch! The wretch! The wretch!"
Mountain they began to laugh themselves snapped her mother.
sick. Gun Smith started, remarking with "Colonel Bill's to blame," insisted my lord.
straight face: Slue-foot Sue was too exhausted even to
"Slue-foot Sue is sure one prize bouncin' cry. She lay with a wan, helpless, pathetic
bride!" little smile playing silently around her mouth.
Mushmouth burst out with a verse of The After a week or two she began listlessly to
LittleBlack Bull Came Bawling Down the talk, but in a strange, quiet, mouse-like whis-
Mountain. per. The vivacious, romantic Sue that had
Rusty Peters shouted: been was no more.
"Wouldn't it be best, Pecos, if our marriage
"I'm a riding son of thunder of the sky,
were never to take place after all?" she said
I'm a broncho twisting wonder on the fly.
appealingly one afternoon a week later, as
Hey, you earthlings, shut your winders, Pecos sat faithfully beside her bed. "You see,
We're a-ripping clouds to flinders
I won't want ever to ride a broncho again, nor
If the blue-eyed darling kicks at you,
even look at a catfish. I'm entirely cured. I
you die."
want to go back with Mother to a world where
As he finished, Chuck took it up: things are at least partly civilized."
The mother, who was listening, called my
"I want to be a cowboy and with the cowboys
lordand His Eminence. Together they deci-
stand,
ded to release Colonel Bill from all future
Big spurs upon my bootheels and a lasso in
obligations as regards Sue.
my hand; It was another new experience for Pecos
My hat broad-brimmed and belted upon my Bill when he was obliged to take a lasting
head I'll place, farewell of Sue. There were ever so many
And wear my chaparajos with elegance and
things he wanted to say, but, like the wise
grace." man that he was, he kept them all discreetly
the Platte, of the Missouri, of the Arkansas, Pecos continued. "Everywhere, by the side of
and of the Rio Grande. In silence he rode here the Platte and down the Missouri and across
and there among the mountains, along the the Arkansas and along the Rio Grande, civi-
rivers, and across the rolling mesa. And lization is on the march. Covered wagons and
everywhere he went he told his troubles to the shacks are multiplying by leaps and bounds,
Coyotes and the other animals, and they all barbed wire is being stretched, and home-
told him theirs. There wasn't a thing any of steads are becoming permanent! The days of
them could do about anything. the free grass range are gone forever!"
"But if I can't do anything about Sue, "You don't mean it!" Gun Smith ex-
there's plenty else I can turn my hand to," claimed, not sure he could believe his ears.
mused Pecos as he rode sadly along. "The railroads and the barbed wire are
The first day he amused himself by putting turning the trick. I've just come from visiting
horns on all the toads he met. The second day all the range land and I know what I'm
he put the thorns on the mesquite trees and talking about. It won't be long now until we'll
cactuses. The third day he cried so hard his have got our herds together and rushed our
tears started the Butte Falls in Montana. The cattle to the nearest packing house. Of
fourth day he used up all the prickly pear course, there are a few things we'll have to do
leaves in Idaho wiping his eyes, they smarted before we start the drive."
so. The fifth day he turned all the corn flowers Pecos Bill concluded by singing a song he
and blue bottles into bachelor's buttons. had improvised along the way:
When Pecos rode into the I. X. L.
Bill finally
"Oh, it's squeak! squeak! squeak!
Ranch he was wistful and sad. Something
Hear them stretching of the wire.
fine had gone from his life, never to return.
The Nester brand is on the land;
"Oh, no, it isn't as you think," Pecos replied I reckon I'll retire.
when Gun Smith asked him why he looked so 'Twas good to live when all the sod
down and out. "Fate never intended me to be
Without no fence or fuss,
a husband. I'm awfully glad Slue-foot Sue
Belonged in partnership to God,
and the others found it out so soon. I just
The Government and us.
wasn't cut out for a husband, you might say.
While progress toots her brassy horn
No, boys, that's not what's got me down- And makes her Hoe-men buzz,
hearted.
I thank the Lord I wasn't born
"What's really troubling me, Gun Smith, is
No later than I wuz."
the coming of the Nesters and the Hoe-men,"
Philippines
The Tikgi Birds there he saw many tikgi birds flying low over
his fields. They were flying so low that pres-
Here i ; an example of how the traditional motif of ently he could hear what they were saying.
a wickedenchantment is blended with the work "Good day to you, Ligi! We are the tikgi
and customs of a particular place in the Philip- birds,and we wish to cut your rice for you!"
pines. [From Elizabeth Hough Sechrist, Once in Ligi answered them, and said, "I do not
the F'hst Times (Macrae, 1969).] think you can cut rice! You are birds and
know only how to fly, you tikgi !"
There was once a farmer named Ligi. One "Ala, Ligi, even though we are but tikgi
day h went to his rice fields to see if his rice
;
birds, we know how to cut rice." And they
had r pened. But it had not. While he was continued to urge him.
514 THE ORAL TRADITION
At last Ligi said, "If you want to come and carabao sled. The next morning he returned
cut,you may come later, for the rice is not yet to the rice fields.There were the tikgi birds.
ripe. When it is you may come."
ripe "You may go home, Ligi, for we shall finish
"If that is what you say, Ligi," said the the cutting," they said.
tikgi, "that is what we shall do." And so they So Ligi went home and built himself a rice
left the field. granary wherein to store the rice. And in the
Ligi went home, but soon he became afternoon he went back to the fields and saw
sick with longing to see the tikgi birds again, that all his rice had been cut and gathered
and hoped that he would see them soon. into bundles.
He did not know that the tikgi were using The birds said, "We have finished cutting
magic so that his rice would be ripe in a few allyour rice, Ligi, and now you can give us
days. your payment."
Now after five days Ligi went back to his But when Ligi went to pay them, they
rice fields and the tikgi birds were already wanted only one grain of rice as before. Be-
there. fore they flew away they said, "Ligi, you
"Tikgi, tikgil" the birds called. "Ala, Ligi, cannot carry all this rice home to the granary.
we have now come to cut your rice for you." You go home, and when you arrive at the
"Then come, if you know how to cut rice," granary the rice will already be there!"
Ligi said. So the tikgi used magic once more, and
And they followed him. when Ligi arrived at the granary which he
"We use magic to cut rice," the tikgi birds had built to store his rice crop, lo, there stood
told him. all the bundles of rice !
Then they addressed the cutting imple- "Those he exclaimed. "I won-
tikgi birds!"
ments. "You rice-cutters, you cut the rice of der how they were able to send all these
yourselves! And you tying-bands, you tie bundles of rice to the granary? I do not believe
alone the rice which the rice-cutters have they are real tikgi birds!" And he wondered.
cut!" Now, not long after this, Ligi built a spirit
So the rice-cutting instruments and the house for the Sayang ceremony. He invited all
tying-bands worked alone without the aid of his relatives and friends and he also invited
human hands. The birds told Ligi to go home the tikgi birds. They all came and gathered
and come back later. about the balau, the spirit house. The people
In the afternoon Ligi returned once more to at the party sat down, all but the tikgi birds
the fields. He saw at once that almost all the who flew overhead.
rice was cut and gathered, five hundred bun- Then the tikgi said to their host, "We
it! Ligi showed great surprise.
dles of must go home now, Ligi, for we cannot sit
"What have you done, you tikgi? Why, you down at the party as your friends are doing,
have been able to cut nearly all the rice!" but must always fly in the air because we are
"What did we do?" the tikgi repeated, birds."
much pleased at his surprise. "Why, our rice- Ligi thought the birds said this very sadly.
cutters cut it for you." When
they had flown away, Ligi followed
"Now you may take all the payment you them, he was so curious about them. Present-
wish in rice," Ligi told them. ly he saw them seated on a bana-asi tree. To
But the tikgi would take only one grain of his great astonishment the tikgi birds were
rice for each of them. They said, "We have taking off their feathers When all their feath-
!
taken all that we want and all that we can ers were off they hid them in the rice granary.
carry, Ligi!" And now before his eyes Ligi saw the tikgi
And the birds flew away, each with a grain birds become fused into one, and lo, this one
of rice in its mouth. was a most beautiful maiden!
After the birds had gone, Ligi fell to won- Ligi approached the maiden with joy in his
dering how he could get his crops home on the eyes. "Is that what you are, truly?" he asked.
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"First you were a flock of tikgi who cut my Ligi was so happy with his prize that he
rice. Now you are a woman, and I should like took her home to become his wife. And when
to marry you!" they arrived there the people were still mak-
"It is true," the girl answered. "I was held ing merry.
under an evil spell in the form of the tikgi So they played the gansas* and danced for
birds. If I had not cut your rice for you, Ligi, three months.
you would not have discovered me. Now I am
set free by your love." "Copper gongs.
Mexico
Why the Burro Lives with the Man an end! He can't do this to me! Why should I
be afraid of him? The next time we meet I
A "pourquoi" beast tale from Mexico gives a will teach him a lesson." And he pranced
logical reason for the donkey's attachment to across the mesa playing he was chasing his
man. Even though that attachment is not one of enemy. He ended the chase by kicking a bush,
affection, the burro is honest in his dealings with saying, "That for you, you miserable cat!
the one whose protection from wild animals he Now you will know better than to cross the
seeks. [From Catherine Bryan and Mabra Mad- path of Benito, the burro."
den, the Cactus Fence (Macmillan, 1943).] At that very moment his sharp ears caught
a sound from behind. In terror he turned, and
Benito, the burro, lived on the mesa to hide there, sitting on a rock, smiling from ear to
from the mountain lion. When he first came ear, was none other than Don Coyote!
there to live, he trembled every time he looked "Good day to you, Senor Benito," said Don
toward the mountains that had once been his Coyote. "It is indeed a pleasure to see you
home. again. How do you like your new home?"
"How fortunate I am," he said, "to have "Must you always sneak up from behind?"
found this friendly mesa! Indeed, I am fortu- said Benito. "You frightened me out of my
nate to be alive. The lion ate my friends and wits. I thought it was the mountain lion. See
relatives one by one. Again and again he tried how upset I am! Have you no respect for the
to hax e me for his dinner." Benito closed his feelings of others?"
eyes to shut out the thought. "My dear, dear friend!" said Don Coyote. "I
Now the only food Benito found on the am beginning to wonder if you are glad to see
mesa was sagebrush and cactus. Said he one me. After all, we have known each other for a
day, 'This is poor fare for an honest burro. long time. Yes? No?"
How ] long for some green grass and a drink "I know you only too well!" answered
of cod water! Starving is almost as bad as Benito. "How did you happen to find me?"
being chased by the lion. But what can I do? I "I figured it out," replied Don Coyote. "This
cannc t go back to the mountains, though I am morning I met the mountain lion. He said 'Do
sick a id tired of this kind of food. Surely there you know where Benito is?' 'No,' I said, 'I do
must DC some place where I can li ve in safety not.' Then I thought to myself, 'Now where
and s ill have enough to eat." could Benito be? He could be in only one of
As the days passed, Benito became more two places either here or there. He is not
and n lore indignant whenever he thought of here; therefore he is there. Now where is
the m
Duntain lion. there? Why, over there on the mesa, of
Sai 1 he, "My patience with that fellow is at course.' So, just to make sure, I thought I
516 THE ORAL TRADITION
would pay you a visit and, sure enough, here I my safety?" asked Benito. "What do you ex-
am and there you are!" pect to gain from it?"
"Did you tell the mountain lion all of that?" "My friend," said Don Coyote, "when I
asked Benito angrily. think of that cruel mountain lion that eats
"No-o. Not exactly," answered Don Coyote, harmless creatures, I shudder. I do not want
"although he did say he would make it worth him to eat you. I want to know you are safe
my while if I found out." and out of harm's way."
"You are a villain!" cried Benito. "You "Is that all that keeps you from being hap-
would sell me to the lion. You deserve to be py?" asked Benito.
kicked!" "Now that you have mentioned it," said
"How you misjudge me!" said Don Coyote. Don Coyote, "there is one more thing I would
"I would not tell the lion your whereabouts, like to do. I will tell you all, and you will know
especially for the few bones he had to offer. that I have a tender heart. I know the man
While talking with him I said to myself, 'I like has some chickens. He keeps them in a barn-
Benito. He is a good burro. Here is a chance to yard like the other animals. They beg the man
do him a favor. I will go over to the mesa and to set them free. I have heard their pleadings.
have a talk with him and, if he will listen to It is pitiful!" And Don Coyote wiped a tear
"
reason, perhaps we can arrive at a bargain.' from his eye.
And Don Coyote looked at Benito out of the "I have tried to rescue them many times,"
corner of his eye. he continued, "but each time the man refuses
"He is a sly rogue," thought Benito. "I will to listen. I offered him land, gold, dia-
listen to him although I know there is a skunk monds in fact, everything one could de-
in the bush." To Don Coyote he said, "What do sire. He simply would not listen to reason. It
you propose to do for me?" has distressed me greatly.
"Myfriend," said Don Coyote, "the lion "Then today had a happy thought. I said
I
wants you for his dinner. Should he learn you to myself, 'Without me Benito would never
are on the mesa, you will again have to run have thought of going to the man for protec-
for your life. It is not a pleasant thought, is tion from the lion. In return he will surely be
it?" willing to help me help those poor, dear chick-
"I do not like to think of it," said Benito. ens. The peg that fastens the door of the
"How would you like to live where you henhouse is too high for me to reach. Tonight,
would be safe from the lion and at the same after the man goes to bed, Benito will pull out
time have enough to eat and drink?" the peg. I will then take the chickens, one by
"You interest me!" replied Benito. "Pray one, to my cave in the hills where they will
continue." once again be happy.' "
"At the foot of those hills," said Don Coy- Benito looked Don Coyote straight in the
ote, pointing to a patch of green, "there lives a am an honest burro. If I live
eye. Said he, "I
man. He is the only creature the lion fears. with theman I will give him an honest day's
The animals that live behind his fence are work for my food. I will have nothing to do
safe. They do his work and he gives them food with your scheme to steal his chickens."
and a place in the barnyard." "So that is how you repay me for trying
"To work for the man means changing to save your life!" cried Don Coyote. "It
one's way of living," said Benito. will serve you right if you are eaten by the
"It is better to change one's way of living lion."
than to perish," said Don
Coyote. "Take that!" cried Benito, giving Don Coy-
"A fence keeps one from going where one him rolling.
ote a kick that sent
chooses," said Benito. Don Coyote scrambled to his feet. "You
"A fence keeps one from being eaten by the stupid burro!" he cried. "You will regret that
mountain lion," said Don Coyote. kick! Now I will take the bones from the
"Why have you taken such an interest in lion."
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"Then take that, and that, and that!" cried "Why do you arrest me?" said Jose. "I
Benito as he kicked the coyote again and haven't done anything wrong."
again. "You look like a thief," they said. "Besides,
"You will pay dearly for those kicks, Senor we need prisoners to build the roads."
Burro," cried Don Coyote. "I will help the lion "I am not a thief," Jose said, "and I don't
eat you." see why I should work on the roads if I don't
"Take that for the lion!" cried Benito, and want to, especially if I am not paid for it."
he gave such a mighty kick that it rolled the "Prisoners aren't paid." That was what the
angry coyote over the edge of the mesa. soldiers told him.
Benito watched him pick himself out of a bed Jose stood in the middle of the road and the
of cactus. soldiers were all around him, and he made a
"Hee-haw," laughed Benito as Don Coyote speech. They took their guns off their shoul-
loped away toward the mountains. ders and listened. He said, "It is not fair to
"Well," said Benito at last, "that is that. make people work and not pay for it. I will not
What else is there left for me to do but go to do it."
the house of the man? It is better to live than "If you won't work, then you go to jail,"
to die." And, so saying, he departed. said the soldiers. And there he was. In jail.
From that day to this he has li ved with the "And if you don't work, you don't eat," they
man. He has not always been happy, but you said, so there he was in jail, and hungry.
cannot drive him away. And when he remem- Now the king of this place had a daughter.
bers how he kicked Don Coyote he laughs and She was the princess. She was very beautiful
sings, "Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw!" and also very kind. When she heard about
Jose she took a basket and packed it full of
things to eat, enough for breakfast and dinner
and supper. She put in eggs and bread and
The Princess and Jose
cake and milk and a whole roast chicken, and
Here is an ancient riddle decked out as a piece of pork and beans and chili, of course, and a
Mexican folklore. Riddles are a common occur- pineapple and some chocolate candy. She
rence in the folktale and have held the storytell- covered it up with a fine white napkin and she
er's attention as prime sources of wit and the got into her golden coach and went to the jail.
matching of wits. However, they occur most There were many prisoners in the jail.
frequently in Eastern tales. The Princess and lose They were all going to be shot, one by one.
belongs to a definite type as defined by Stith This was because the king had nothing to do.
Thompson, the "out-riddling the judge," the He loved games and riddles but they were all
larger, related stories in which the
group being old ones and he was tired of them, so he was
princess is won by
the hero's ability to answer a peevish. Every time he was peevish he al-
riddle rather than to propose one. The especial ways had somebody shot. That is the way
charm of this story lies in the incident that de- kings are.
scribes the princess bringing her husband his Every morning the princess came to the
lunch, in full panoply of royal horse and carriage, jail with a basket on her arm. It had Jose's
as he works in the field with his peon brothers. food in it. The soldiers let her in. They winked
The story has its
origin in Spanish lore, but it and smiled and said, "The princess must be in
wears a Mexican serape. [From Anita Brenner, love with Jose."
The toy Who Could Do Anything (Scott, 1942).] "But it is very sad, they cannot marry
because Jose has to be shot," one soldier said.
Jose ,vas a good boy and very polite. He liked "Yes, he will be the very first one because
to le irn about other places. So one day he he wouldn't work on the roads," said another
deciced to go and see the world. soldier.
He was walking along the road when he "The next time the king feels like shooting
was arrested. Some soldiers arrested him. some one, it will be Jose's turn. Too bad."
518 THE ORAL TRADITION
But the princess said to Jose, "I am looking The king was surprised. It was so simple.
for a way to save you." "Jose must be pretty clever to think of some-
One morning the king woke up feeling very thing like that," he said. "It is all right if he
cross. He had nothing to do and so he was wants to marry the princess." So they mar-
cross. He decided that Jose would be shot that ried. They had a big party and they all ate and
day. The princess saw how cross he was so sang and danced and Jose opened the jail and
she ran to Jose and whispered something, and let all the other prisoners out.
then she ran out again to where the soldiers So they lived in the palace happily but Jose
were all lined up ready to shoot him. wanted go and see things and, besides, he
to
Everybody was watching. Suddenly the wanted He dressed himself
to visit his family.
princess spread out a sheet that was nine feet in his old clothes, the poor man's clothes he
long. Four soldiers had to hold it up. It had was wearing when the soldiers arrested him,
something written on it in big red letters. It and he went home.
said, "Father, if he tells you a riddle that you In the morning, his father and brothers
can't guess, will you spare his life?" went out to work in the fields. Jose went with
"Yes," said the king, "certainly I will. Of them. At noon his mother brought a basket
course. Naturally." He called to Jose, "If you with his father's dinner in it, and his brothers'
tell me a riddle that I can't guess, I will spare wives brought baskets for them.
your life." "Won't you have some dinner?" said Jose's
There was Jose in the middle of all the father and brothers, for Jose had no basket.
soldiers. He looked at the king, then he looked "Oh, no thank you. I'll have my dinner
he looked wise. "What is
at the princess, then later," said Jose carelessly.
it that goes on four legs, then on two legs,
first At that moment they saw a golden coach
and then on three legs?" he asked. coming along the road. Then came two other
The king thought. He thought and thought. coaches full of soldiers, and some more sol-
He scratched his head until his crown fell off diers on horses. It was the princess in her
and then he thought some more, but he golden coach, sitting inside with her basket
couldn't guess. "All right," said the king, and the soldiers were the escort, because
"your life is saved. But what is the answer?" when kings and princesses go any place it is
"Why, it's very simple. It is yourself. When like a parade.
you were a baby you crawled on all fours. Jose's family was frightened when they
Now you are a man and you walk on two legs. saw the soldiers. They wondered if anybody
When you grow old, you will have a cane. was going to be arrested, but Jose said care-
That will be three. See? First four, then two, lessly, "Oh, that's nothing. It's just my wife
then three." bringing my dinner."
South America
The Tale of the Lazy People in1925. [From Charles J. Finger, Tales from Silver
Lands (Doubleday, 1924).]
Charles Finger, the author of Tales from Silver
Lands, collected these stories from all parts of
South America. This one comes from Colombia. Long, long ago there were no monkeys, and
From it we learn not only why there are so many the trees were so full of fruit, and the vines of
monkeys but also why they throw nuts and grapes, that people became lazy, and at last
branches at people passing through the forest. did little but eat and sleep, being too idle to
Tales from Silver Lands won the Newbery award carry away the rinds and skins of the fruit
FOLKTALES 519
that they lived on, and certainly too lazy to from the old man and they forgot him again.
clean their thatched houses. So the sunlight died and the forest was a
It was very pleasant at first, but soon not so velvet blackness and everyone slept, though
pleasant, for winged things that bit and stung the old man still worked on, and the next
came in thousands to feed on the things morning when the people awoke he was still
thrown aside and they too grew lazy, finding working diligently, though he had but a small
so much to eat ready at hand, and when place cleared after all.
people tried to brush them away there was a The very thought that anyone would work
loud and angry buzz and much irritated sting- all night made the head man shiver with a
ing, so that soon every one was wonder- kind of excitement, yet he was very curious to
struck, not knowing exactly what to do. For a know why the stranger went to so much
time it seemed easier to move the little village trouble, seeing that he neither lived there nor
to a new spot and to build new houses, for the was of the lake men. At the same time it
dwellings were light affairs and in a day or made his spirit droop to think that, if the
less a good house could be built. But then they place was to be cleared up, he and everyone
lived by a lake from which the water for else had a mountain of work in sight. So Tera,
drinking was taken, and as it was but a little the head man, called to Cuco, who was his
body of water, it was not long before the servant, telh'ng him to bring the stranger to
people had built right round the still pool and him, and Cuco, who was very respectful, said
so were back again at the starting place. As that he would attend to it. Then Cuco did his
for the stinging flies, they were soon worse part by calling Yana and delivering the mes-
than the mosquitoes, while a great wasp with sage to him. And Yana in turn told his ser-
pink head and legs and bands of black and vant, Mata, who told his servant, Pera, who
gold on its body, though very pretty to see, told his servant, Racas, who told a boy, so that
was worst of all. So it was no easy matter to at last the message reached the old man.
know what to do, and there was much talk Then back went the old man, handed by the
and much argument, and all that the people boy to Racas, by Racas to Pera, by Pera to
agreed on was that something had to be done, Mata, by Mata to Yana, and by Yana to Cuco,
and that, very soon. so that at last he stood before Tera, the head
One day there came to the village a queer man, and the others, being curious to know
and rather faded kind of man, ragged and what was afoot, gathered about.
tattered and torn as though he had scrambled "What is your name, from where do you
for miles through the thorn-bush forest. He come, and what do you want?" asked Tera,
had rough yellow hair, and queer wrinkles at putting his three questions at once, to save
the corners of his eyes which made him look trouble. Then the head man looked at those
as if he were smiling. It was late in the about him with a little frown, as much as to
afternoon when he came and the people were say, "Note how wisely act," and each man
I
taking; their rest after the noon meal, so no who had heard, seeing that the head man
one took much notice of him although he looked his way, nodded at his neighbor, as
went here and there, looking at things, and so though calling attention to the wisdom of the
walked round the lake. But the curiosity of head man, so all went very well. But the little
everyone was excited when he was seen to old man stood there very simply, making no
make a basket, which he did quickly, and fuss at all and quite unimpressed with the
then commence to gather up the fruit skins greatness of the great man.
and r nds in one place. Now and then some "I want to work," he answered. "I want to
one o other raised himself in his hammock, be told what you want done and to see that it
with i mind to talk to him, but it seemed isdone."
almost too much trouble, and when some To be sure, the language that he spoke was
great blue-winged butterfly fluttered past or one new to those who listened, but somehow
some golden-throated humming-bird flashed they seemed to understand. But the thing that
in the sunlight, their eyes wandered away he said they found truly astonishing and
520 THE ORAL TRADITION
could hardly believe their ears. But the head very hastily: "Nor need you bow to me, ei-
man, though as astonished as any one there, ther."
quickly regained his composure and asked The old man took small notice of any one,
this question: but went away singing, for he had a gay,
"What is your trade?" light-hearted disposition, and having reached
"I have no trade," said the old man. "But I the place he had cleared, he took flat pieces of
get things done." wood and began cutting out figures like little
"What kind of things?" men, and each figure had a kind of handle
"All kinds of things." that looked like a long tail. Nor did he cease
"Do you mean big things, like house-build- whittling until he had made at least twenty
ing and that?" asked the head man.
all wooden figures for each man in the village.
"Yes. And little things too, which are really Being finished he stood up to stretch his legs
big things when you come to consider," said and straighten his back, and when the people
the old man, but that seemed an odd if not a asked him what the little figures were for, he
silly thing to say, the head man thought. shrugged his shoulders but spoke never a
undone soon become big
"Little things left word. Then he lifted the figures that he had
things," explained the old man, and waved made, one by one, and set them upright in the
his hand in the direction of a heap of fruit sand until there was a long row of them, and
skins and husks near by. took his place in front of them, like a general
"Yes. Yes. But you must not preach to us, before his army. It was beautiful to look at,
you know," said Tera a little testily. "Tell me for one figure was as like another as one pin is
the names of the trades you have." like another, and for a moment even the old
So the little old man began to tell, naming man stood admiring the line. After a mo-
big things and very little things, things impor- ment he waved his hand in a peculiar way,
tant and things not important at all, and spoke some magic word, and waved his hand
having finished, asked very politely whether again, at which each of the figures came to
any one there had anything to be done. As for life and nodded its head, seeing which all
pay he said that he wanted none at all and the people laughed and clapped their hands.
would take none, and he said that because The ragged man bade them make no noise,
some of those gathered about him began of- but watch.
fering him things. "Since you do not like to work," he said, "I
For instance, Pera said: "If you work for have made twenty figures for each of you,
me, I will let you have one fish out of every and they will work for you without pay, doing
ten that you catch, for I am a fisherman." what you require them to do; only observe
And Racas pushed him aside, saying: "But I this, you must not give any figure more than
will do better, for I am supposed to be fruit one particular job. And now let each man
gatherer and will give you two things for or woman clap his hands three times,
every ten you gather." And so it went, each then call out the name of the thing to be
bidding higher than his neighbor, until it done."
came to the turn of the man whose duty it was When he had said this, the figures started
to gather the rinds and fruit skins. He said, "I running, twenty gathering in a circle about
will let you have, not one out of ten, nor two each man there, bowing from the hips and
out of ten, nor five out of ten that you gather, straightening themselves again, so that their
but ten out of ten, if you will work for me." At tails of wood went up and down like pump-
that the old man said quite positively that he handles.
would take no pay at all. "Now see," said the ragged man, "you
No more was said then and the little old have things to work for you, and as I call out,
man turned away without as much as bowing the figures will stand forth, each ready to do
to the head man, seeing which the head man his task." And he began calling, thus:
waved his hand and said: "You may go, and "Armadillo hunters, stand forth!" and a
so that you will lose no time, you need not bow hundred and more active figures ran together
to me." And all the rest gathered there said like soldiers.
FOLKTALES 521
So he named others in order as: play, much less to study. So they went in a
Bread-makers. body to the old man and asked him to give
Cassava gatherers. each child twenty figures to do odd things.
Despolvadores, who would gather up dust. There was a great deal of fire and expres-
Esquiladors, who would shear the goats. sion in his eyes when he made answer that
Farsante men, whose work was to amuse if the children really needed help he would
tired men. lose no time in providing it. But the young
Guardas, to keep order about the place. people were quite positive that they were
Horneros, or bakers. overworked, and the long and short of it
Industriosos, who were to do odd jobs was that the old man whittled out many,
everywhere. many more figures, and in another twenty-
Jumentos, whose work it was to carry bur- four hours each and every boy and girl had
dens. his own
Labradores, to do heavy work and clear Abaniquero, or fan maker, so that none had
away garbage. to pluck a palm leaf.
Moledores, to grind the corn. Baliquero figure, to carry letters and mes-
Narradores, who told stories, related gossip sages.
and so. Cabrero, to look after the goats.
Olleros, or pot makers. Desalumbrado, to hunt for things in the
Pocilga figures, to attend to the pigs. dark.
Queseros, to make cheese from goat's Ensenador, or private teacher, who was
milk. never to scold.
Rumbosos, or proud-looking things to walk Florista, to save them the trouble of gather-
in parades. ing flowers.
Servidores, or food carriers. Guason amuse them.
figure, to
Trotadores, to run errands. Hojaldarista, whose work it was to make
Vaqueros, to attend to the cows. cakes.
So everyone was well pleased and each one Juego figure, to arrange games.
had his twenty figures to do all that needed to Keeper of things.
be done, and all that day there was a great Lector, to read and tell stories.
scraping and cleaning and carrying and cur- Mimo, to act as clown.
rying and hurrying and scurrying. Silently the Ninera, to look after younger children.
little figures worked, never stopping, never Obediencia figure, to make others obey.
tiring, never getting in one another's way, Poster, to buy things for them.
and all that the living people had to do was to Quitar figures, to take things away when
rest and watch the men of wood, and keep children tired.
their brains free for higher things. For it must Recordacion figures, or rememberers.
be remembered that before the old man came Solfeadors, to sing to them.
there with his wonderful gift, the people had Tortada men, to make pies.
complained there was so much to be done Volantes, as servants.
that hey had no time to write poems or to So things seemed to be going very well, and
make songs or to create music, and that with before a month had passed in all that place
the daily tasks abolished their brains would there was not a thing out of order, soiled,
be more active. broken, bent, lost, misplaced, undone, un-
Not two days had passed before the chil- clean, or disorderly. Neither man nor woman
dren >f the place complained that they did not nor child had to worry; dinners were always
have a chance and that they had so much to prepared, fruits gathered, beds made, houses
do, w lat with
hunting for things lost, looking in perfect order, and all was spick and span.
after :heir small brothers and sisters, keeping All that the grown-up people had to do was to
thing > in order, trying to remember things look on, and no one was proud of the order in
they vere told, cleaning things, and a dozen his house because every other house in the
other tasks, that they really had no time to place was as orderly. As for the children, they
522 THE ORAL TRADITION
had nothing at all to do but to eat, drink, rest, "I did not mean that," said Tera, who
and sleep. Then, presently, more figures seemed a little testy. "I meant to say that
were called for as this one or that wanted these wooden men must be kept in their
a larger house, a finer garden, or grander places."
clothes. "But they are in their places," replied the
But as the wooden figures became more old man. "Their place is everywhere be-
numerous and as no figure could do more cause they do everything, so they are in their
than one task, the ragged man had to make places."
figures for the figures and servants for the "You see, the days are so very long, so very
servants, for as things went on, there had to dull," said the man who wished to have time
be more fruit gatherers, more water carriers, that he might become a poet. "At the shut of
more scavengers, more cooks, because the day we are not weary."
figures had to eat and drink. Thus it came to "We do not want to be petted," said an-
pass that before long, instead of there being other.
twenty figures for each man, there were sixty "The trouble is," sighed a fat man, "you
or seventy, with new ones coming from the can't behappy when everything is done for
old man's knife every day. Soon the lively you."
manikins were everywhere, inside houses as "And we don't want to be nobodies," shout-
well as outside, thick as flies in summer and ed another.
certainly a great deal more persistent, for Another said very mournfully: "It seems to
there could be no closing of doors against the me that when these wooden things do things
manikins. Indeed, had anything like that with our things, then the things that they do
been attempted there would have been a and make and care for are not our things."
great cry for special door-openers. So, many "Too many 'things' in that speech," said
houses were quite cluttered with wooden the fat man.
men, those who were on duty rushing about "Well, there are too many things," an-
until it made the head swim to look at them, swered the other. "Look at me. I used to be
and those who were resting or sleeping, for gardener and now I'm nothing. When my
soon they learned to rest and to sleep, lying garden is dug and planted and tended and
about the floors, piled up in corners, or hang- watered and the very flowers plucked by these
ing to rafters by their tails. All that increase wooden and when other wooden
things,
in help had made for the production of a things pick up the leaves and pull the weeds
thousand or more guardas, whose task it was and do everything, then my garden does not
to keep order, and they were everywhere, seem to be mine." He added after awhile: "I
alert and watchful and officious, and the real hope you know what I mean, because it is not
"
people had to step about very gingerly some- very clear to me, yet it is so. I remember
times, to avoid treading on them and annoy- At that the little old man put up his hand
ing them. and said: "But that is against the contract.
At last there came a day when the people You must not try to remember, really you
began to grow a little tired of doing nothing, must not, because there are manikins to do all
and they told one another that a little help the remembering, if you please."
was a very good thing, but help in excess, too "Well, but I think -" began the man,
much of a good thing altogether. So there was when he was again interrupted.
a meeting and much talk and the manikin "Please do not think," said the little old
narradors, whose duty it was to carry gossip man. "We have things to do the thinking, if
and the news, were very busy, rushing from you please." He thought for a moment, his
here to there with their scraps of information. bent forefinger on his lips, then he said: "I'll
"It is very clear that something must be see what can be done. It is clear that you are
done," said Tera, the head man. not satisfied, although you have everything
"But everything is being done," answered that you asked for and certainly all the time
the man. "If everything
little old is done, that you want."
something must be done." "Let us do something," murmured Tera.
FOLKTALES 523
"I'm afraid there is nothing that you can lake, where they could have elbow room,
do," said the little old man, "because, as you leaving the houses and all that was in them to
see, everything is done, and when everything the manikins.
is done quite clear that something cannot
it is The next day, the people plucked their fruit
be be done. The only thing that is clear
left to for themselves and it seemed as though fruit
is that there is nothing to be done." was never sweeter. The water that they car-
At that the meeting broke up and each ried from the lake tasted better and cooler
went to his own hammock to think things than water had for many a long day, and
over, and soon the general cry was: "We must when night came they were happily tired and
have elbow room." And hearing that, the lit- slept well, without any manikin to swing their
tle old man went
to work and whittled more hammocks and sing to them. And in the
whole army of them, ten for
figures of wood, a morning they woke early to discover the pink
each living man, woman, and child, and in and gold of the sunrise most wonderful to see,
voices that creaked like wooden machinery and there was music in the sound of the wind
they marched hither and thither, crying: "El- among the grasses. So as the day passed they
bow room. Elbow room!" were both amazed and astonished at the won-
Soon there was confusion. It was manikin derful and beautiful things that they had
against manikin for a time, the Elbow- almost forgotten, the sight of butterflies flut-
roomers thrusting and pushing the other tering from flower to flower, the shadows
working manikins, some going about their chasing across the hills, the richness of the
work with frantic haste, others interfering green earth and the blueness of the sky, the
with them, clutching at them and at the gold of sunlight on the leaves, the rippling
things they carried, a tangled knot of them water and the bending trees; indeed the
sometimes staggering, to go down with a memory of the manikin days was like a fear-
crash. Soon in every house was a jangling ful nightmare. Very lighthearted then they
tumult, manikins and men running about in grew and the world was full of the music of
houses and dashing out into the open spaces their laughter and song, and briskly they
outside; the noise of slamming doors and worked, enjoying it all, building new houses
breaking pots; the clamor of animals. Above and making things to put in them.
all could be heard everywhere cries of "We Meanwhile in the village things had gone
want elbow room! We want elbow room!" queerly. For one thing the Elbow-roomers
Soon men were running away from the houses kept up their crowding and pushing, so that
with those strange swift manikins hanging the manikins trying to work at their old tasks
to them, sometimes beating them, while (and there were many who went on just as
other manikins threw things out of the doors before) were sadly hindered. There were
and through windows, food and household other figures of wood with nothing to do, since
things. And excited children fled too, while the people they served were gone, and these
their manikins ran at their sides, some chat- fell to quarreling among themselves and
tering,some acting the clown as was their grew mischievous. For instance, the pot mak-
duty, some telling stories as they ran, while ers and the pot cleaners fell out, and the pot
other strange little figures of wood ran bear- cleaners started to break the pots so that the
ing h^avy burdens. It was all a dreadful pot makers would have more work to do. That
mix-u D with no one knowing what to do, no meant that the clay gatherers and the clay
one ki owing where to go, and everywhere the diggers had to work harder; then because
manilins who were guardas, or order keep- they worked harder, though to be sure all
into it, and of course the wood gatherers also, Bring to us the torturers
for they too had to work harder and to eat Grind, grind, grind.
more, so still more work came on the food
Let them feel our power now
bringers. And all the time the Elbow-roomers
Grind! Grind! GRIND!
rushed about, always in groups of ten, driving
and commanding, rushing on workers and So the metates turned and turned, going
sweeping them aside. So everywhere were round and round without hands, and present-
little figures hurrying one after the other,
ly an Elbow-roomer that was struggling with
going to and fro, busy about nothing, quarrel- a corn-grinder stumbled, and both fell be-
ing about nothing, fighting about nothing. tween the grinding stones and in a moment
The trouble came when the Elbow-room- were crushed to powder. In a flash house
ers interfered with the dogs and the cats, the utensils and animals learned the new trick,
goats and the hens, pushing and hustling and in every house manikins were pushed
them. For the animals, disliking all disorder into the grinding stones. Then sparks began
and clatter, fell upon the manikins, workers to fly and roofs to catch on fire and manikins
and idlers alike. Seeing that, the household bolted here and there in confusion, some-
utensils took a hand and the very pots and times jamming in doorways, there were so
kettles ran or rolled or fell, spilling hot water many and all in such disorder. Then came
over the wooden things with pump-handle dazzling, flickering lightning and a great
tails. The very embers from the fires leaped rain, so that for very safety the manikins fled
into the fray. All the while from the metates to the forest and climbed the trees. And there
in which the corn had been ground came a they have lived ever since, for they grew hair
low growling, and the growling formed itself and became monkeys. But the remembrance
into words: of all that passed stayed with them, and in
their hearts to this very day is no love for
Day by day you tortured us
man, and for that very reason when a Chris-
Grind, grind, grind.
tian passes through a forest he must look well
Holi! Holi! to himself, lest the manikins in revenge try to
Huqui! Huqui! hurt him by casting nuts and branches at his
Grind, grind, grind. head.
reflecting the modes, manners, customs, climate, "Tiger is strongest," cried the dog. "When
and landscape of the new place. Some of the Tiger whispers the trees listen. When Tiger is
Anansi stories parallel the Uncle Remus stories of angry and cries out, the trees tremble."
the South in the United States. They come from "And who is the weakest of all?" asked
the same source. Snake.
Anansi is a fascinating character, sometimes a "Anansi," shouted dog, and they all
man, sometimes a spider. In the West Indies, he laughed together. "Anansi the spider is weak-
iscalled "ceiling Thomas," because when he is a est of all. When he whispers no one listens.
spider, the walls are his walking ground. [From When he shouts everyone laughs."
Philip M. Sherlock, Anansi, the Spider Man Now one day the weakest and strongest
Jamaican Folk Tales (Crowell, 1954.)] came face to face, Anansi and Tiger. They
FOLKTALES 525
met in a clearing of the forest. The frogs laughed. Tiger laughed loudest of all, for how
hiding under the cool leaves saw them. The could feeble Anansi catch Snake alive?
bright green parrots in the branches heard Anansi went away. He heard the forest
them. laughing at him from every side.
Whenthey met, Anansi bowed so low that That was on Monday morning. Anansi sat
his forehead touched the ground. Tiger did before his house and thought of plan after
not greet him. Tiger just looked at Anansi. plan. At last he hit upon one that could not
"Good morning, Tiger," cried Anansi. "I fail. He would build a Calaban.
have a favor to ask." On Tuesday morning Anansi built a Cala-
"And what is it, Anansi?" said Tiger. ban. He took a strong vine and made a noose.
"Tiger, we know that you are strongest
all He hid the vine in the grass. Inside the noose
of us all. This is why we give your name to he set some of the berries that Snake loved
many We have Tiger lilies, and Tiger
things. best. Then he waited. Soon Snake came up
storiesand Tiger moths and Tiger this and the path. He saw the berries and went toward
Tiger that. Everyone knows that I am them. He lay across the vine and ate the
weakest of all. This is why nothing bears my berries. Anansi pulled at the vine to tighten
name. Tiger, let something be called after the the noose, but Snake's body was too heavy.
weakest one so that men may know my name Anansi saw that the Calaban had failed.
too." Wednesday came. Anansi made a deep hole
"Well," said Tiger, without so much as a in the ground. He made the sides slippery
glance toward Anansi, "what would you like with grease. In the bottom he put some of the
to bear your name?" bananas that Snake loved. Then he hid in the
"The stories," cried Anansi. "The stories bush beside the road and waited.
that we tell in the forest at evening time when Snake came crawling down the path to-
the sun goes down, the stories about Br'er ward the river. He was hungry and thirsty. He
Snake and Br'er Tacumah, Br'er Cow and saw the bananas at the bottom of the hole. He
Br'er Bird and all of us." saw that the sides of the hole were slippery.
Now Tiger liked these stories and he meant First he wrapped his tail tightly around the
to keep them as Tiger stories. He thought to trunk of a tree, then he reached down into the
himself, How stupid, how weak this Anansi hole and ate the bananas. When he was fin-
is. I will play a trick on him so that all the ished he pulled himself up by his tail and
animals will laugh at him. Tiger moved his crawled away. Anansi had lost his bananas
tail slowly from side to side and said, "Very and he had lost Snake, too.
good, Anansi, very good. I will let the stories Thursday morning came. Anansi made a
be named after you, if you do what I ask." Fly Up. Inside the trap he put an egg. Snake
"Tiger, I will do what you ask." came down the path. He was happy this
"Yes, I am sure you will, I am sure you morning, so happy that he lifted his head and
will," said Tiger, moving his tail slowly from a third of his long body from the ground. He
side to side. "It is a little thing that I ask. just lowered his head, took up the egg in his
Bring me Mr. Snake alive. Do you know mouth, and never even touched the trap. The
Snake who lives down by the river, Mr. Fly Up could not catch Snake.
Anansi? Bring him to me alive and you can What was Anansi to do? Friday morning
have the stories." came. He sat and thought all day. It was no
Tigjr stopped speaking. He did not move use.
his tad. He looked at Anansi and waited for Now it was Saturday morning. This was
him t) speak. All the animals in the forest the last day. Anansi went for a walk down by
waite>l. Mr. Frog beneath the cool leaves, Mr. the river. He passed by the hole where Snake
Parro up in the tree, all watched Anansi. lived. There was Snake, his body hidden in
They vere all ready to laugh at him. the hole, his head resting on the ground at the
"Ti $er, I will do what you ask, "said Anansi. entrance to the hole. It was early morning.
At the se words a great wave of laughter burst Snake was watching the sun rise above
from the forest. The frogs and parrots the mountains.
526 THE ORAL TRADITION
"Good morning, Anansi," said Snake. see where your tail is, you will crawl down. In
"Good morning, Snake," said Anansi. that way you will always seem to be longer
"Anansi, I am
very angry with you. You than the bamboo tree, which really is longer
have been trying catch me all week. You
to than you are."
set a Fly Up to catch me. The day before you "Tie my tail,then!" said Snake. "Tie my
made a Slippery Hole for me. The day before tail! I know that I am longer than the bam-
that you made a Calaban. I have a good mind boo,whatever you say."
to kill you, Anansi." Anansi tied Snake's tail to the end of the
"Ah, you are too clever, Snake," said bamboo. Then he ran up to the other end.
Anansi. "You are much too clever. Yes, what "Stretch, Snake, stretch, and we will see
you say is so. I tried to catch you, but I failed. who is longer."
Now I can never prove that you are the A crowd of animals were gathering round.
longest animal in the world, longer even than Here was something better than a race.
"
the bamboo tree." "Stretch, Snake, stretch, they called.
"Of course I am the longest of all animals," Snake stretched as hard as he could.
cried Snake. "I am much longer than the Anansi tied him around his middle so that he
bamboo tree." should not back. Now one more try.
slip
"What, longer than that bamboo tree Snake knew that if he stretched hard enough
across there?" asked Anansi. he would prove to be longer than the bamboo.
"Of course I am," said Snake. "Look and Anansi ran up to him. "Rest yourself for a
see." Snake came out of the hole and little, Snake, and then stretch again. If you
stretched himself out at full length. can stretch another six inches you will be
"Yes, you are very, very long," said Anansi, longer than the bamboo. Try your hardest.
"but the bamboo tree is very long, too. Now Stretch so that you even have to shut your
that I look at you and at the bamboo tree I eyes. Ready?"
must say that the bamboo tree seems longer. "Yes," said Snake. Then Snake made a
But it's hard to say because it is farther mighty effort. He stretched so hard that he
away." had to squeeze his eyes shut. "Hooray!" cried
"Well, bring it nearer," cried Snake. "Cut it the animals. "You are winning, Snake. Just
down and put it beside me. You will soon see two inches more."
that I am much longer." And at that moment Anansi tied Snake's
Anansi ran to the bamboo tree and cut it head to the bamboo. There he was. At last
down. He placed it on the ground and cut off he had caught Snake, all by himself.
all its branches. Bush, bush, bush, bush! The animals fell silent. Yes, there Snake
There it was, long and straight as a flagstaff. was, all tied up, ready to be taken to Tiger.
"Now put it beside me," said Snake. And feeble Anansi had done this. They could
Anansi put the long bamboo tree down on laughat him no more.
the ground beside the Snake. Then he said: And never again did Tiger dare to call these
"Snake, when I go up to see where your stories by his name. They were Anansi stories
head is, you will crawl up. When I go down to forever after, from that day to this.
Africa
Musakalala, the Talking Skull Once upon a time there was a very bad
drought on the high plateau land of the Congo
A suspenseful tale from the Congo, with a vivid Border, and daily the pangs of hunger bit
presentation of a puzzle, which is answered in a deeper and deeper into the people of that
swift and surprising way. [From Phyllis Savory, area. So bad did the situation become that
Congo Fireside Tales (Hastings House, 1962).] people foraged far afield for what they could
FOLKTALES 527
find in the way of food roots of the Mufunga One day he asked, "What killed you, Skull,
tree, ratsand mice that came their way in at the root of this tree?"
fact, anything that would help to fill their Musakalala replied, "My mouth killed me."
empty stomachs. "Your mouth?" laughed Mubanga. "Surely
On one such expedition, Mubanga, one of you joke with me! How could your mouth
those who hungered, ventured much farther have killed you?"
than before in his search, into a deep, silent "I can assure you it did kill me," answered
forest. Soon a white and shining object at the the Skull, but would say no more.
base of a tall tree caught his attention. He Mubanga could not understand, and went
went closer, thinking it might be something home wondering. Many times after this, he
to eat. However, it was only an old human asked the Skull the same question, but al-
skull, and he was about to pass it by when, to ways he got the same reply.
his amazement, the jaw moved and the skull In time his secret grew too heavy for him to
addressed him. carry, and, thinking of the favour he would
"What are you seeking so far from home?" win from his chief, he told him of the food
it asked. "It is seldom indeed that I have a store, and of the talking skull.
visitor in this lonely place." The chief was much impressed and said,
"I search for the wherewithal to live," Mu- "My power and my prestige would be greatly
banga replied, "roots, perhaps, or maybe a increased in all the land, could I but possess a
bird. Even a beetle would be welcome, it is so talking skull. I will send my warriors with you
long since I have eaten. From where I come to fetch this thing to me."
all are starving, for no rain has fallen for He called his armed men, and with Mu-
many moons." banga to guide them, they set off to the forest
"I must not send my visitor away with an to bring Musakalala to him.
empty stomach," said Musakalala the Skull. When they reached the big tree, to Mu-
"If I give you food, will you keep a quiet banga's surprise and dismay, there was no
tongue in your head?" sign of the talking skull, nor, when he went
"I surely will," Mubanga replied, scarcely behind the tree, was there any food.
able to contain himself for joy, "and I will call The warriors were very angry, and accused
down blessings for your goodness." Mubanga of making a fool of his chief. They
"Very well," the Skull continued, "go be- tied his hands behind him and dragged him
hind this tree and you will find as much back to the village, where they told their lord
mumba (a small kind of pumpkin) as you can of their fruitless search.
eat but mind, not one smallest particle The chief, too, was angry. "So you would
must you take away." make a mock of me?" he cried. "Very well, go
Mubanga lost no time in reaching the other and join your talking skull." And he told his
side of the tree,and there, sure enough, was warriors to take Mubanga back to the forest,
all th'3 mumba he could wish, and he ate his and to put him to death at the foot of the
fill. He then returned to the Skull, thanked spreading tree.
him for his kindness, and asked if he could This they did, and as he lay there dying,
come back on the following day. after the warriors had done their chief's bid-
"Yes," said Musakalala, "providing that ding, he looked around him, and there again,
you hold to my condition." in the same place as before, he saw Musakal-
Mubanga went home, and kept his good ala grinning at him.
fortui le to himself, and the next day he again "You asked me," said the Skull, "what
ate h:s fill behind the same big tree. When he killed me? I told you that my mouth had killed
was s atisfied, he sat for a while, talking to the me. There you are. Your mouth has killed you
Skull before returning to his home. Needless too!"
to sa} he repeated his visits daily, and always
,
his goat, and his few other possessions, and his journey southward, stopping only to sleep
prepared to leave. at the edge of the road.
"Before you go, tell me your name?" the The next day, he came to another village,
Cunama asked. and he went to the market place and said in a
"People call me Where-I-Shall-Dance," loud voice:
Woharia replied. And then he went away to "Does anybody know Where-I-Shall-
the south, leaving the Cunama with the well. Dance?"
The Cunama was very impatient to begin The people gathered around him instantly
getting goats from the well. When evening and shouted:
came, he dropped two goat's horns into it and "Dance here! Dance here!"
lay down in the house to sleep. The next They clapped their hands and a drummer
morning, when it was barely light, he rushed came and beat his drum, and everyone waited
out again to draw up his first goat, but when for the Cunama to dance.
he peered into the well, he saw nothing ex- He turned and fled from the village, believ-
cept the old horns he had thrown in. ing that the people were ridiculing him.
He became very anxious. Again, he came to a village, and again he
"There must be some mistake!" he said to asked:
himself. "Do you know Where-I-Shall-Dance?"
That evening he threw down two more And once more the people began clapping
horns, and again in the morning he rushed their hands and answered:
out to get his first goat, but once more he saw "Yes, dance here!"
only the old goat's horns there. This time he The same thing happened in every village
was very worried. He scoured the country to the man entered. He began to feel very hope-
find old goat's horns, and he threw armful less,and sometimes thought he might even
after armful into the well. And all night long be losing his mind. He began to be afraid to
he sat by the well shouting into it: ask his question. Finally, one day, he came to
"Goats, are you there? Goats, are your the village of the chief of the district. When
there?" he asked his question here and the people
But nothing at all happened. When morn- gave him the usual answer, the news was
ing came at last the Cunama was angry and carried to the chief, who immediately sent for
unhappy. He realized that he had been duped him.
by his own anxiousness to get the well. There "Now, what sort of nonsense is this?" the
was nothing left to do but to go out and find chief asked. "You ask the people where you
the man who had taken his camels and his should dance and then you refuse to dance."
precious grain. The unhappy man told how he had bought
The trader traveled southward, as Woharia the dry well in exchange for his three young
had done. At last, when night had fallen, he camels and his grain. The chief listened sym-
came to a village. When he arrived in the pathetically. He remembered that a man
village square, where many people were named Woharia had recently settled in a
gathered, he went up to them and asked: nearby village, and that he had come with
"Do you know Where-I-Shall-Dance?" three camels and twelve bags of grain.
"Why, it doesn't matter, dance anywhere "Sit down and rest," the chief said. "I will
you like," the people answered. "Dance right handle this matter now."
here f you wish!" And they began to sing and
i He sent a messenger to Woharia, and when
make music for him. the messenger found him he said, as he had
"N ), no, you don't understand," he said. been instructed:
"Wha 1 1 want to know is, do you know Where- "There is a man waiting to see you at the
I-Sha 1-Dance?" house of the chief. His name is What-I-Shall-
"Yes, dance here!" they said again. Do. The chief wishes you to come at once."
Th Cunama was very angry because he
; Woharia went immediately to the house of
thou^ ht the people were making fun of him, the chief, and the servants let him in.
so he went out of the village and continued "What can I do for you?" the chief asked.
530 THE ORAL TRADITION
"Why, do you know What-I-Shall-Do?" gave the Cunama back the camels and the
Woharia asked. grain. The Cunama took them and went out.
"Yes, I know what you shall do," the chief As he passed through the market place the
said. "You shall give back the Cunama trader people shouted:
his three camels and his twelve bags of "Dance here! Dance here!"
grain." And the trader was so happy that this time
Woharia was crestfallen and ashamed. He he danced in the market place.
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Kathleen Lines; illus. by Margery Gill. Watts,
1964 (A Nonesuch Cygnet). (Grades 4-6) Sheehan, Ethna, comp. Folk and Fairy Tales from
A choice edition. The Nonesuch Cygnet books Around the World; illus. by Mircea Vasiliu.
are designed by Sir Francis Meynell, the son of Dodd, Mead, 1970. (Grades 3-6)
the poet Alice Meynell. See also More Favorite A storytelling librarian has selected stories
Fairy Tales. good for telling. An afterword offers some help
for the beginning storyteller.
Leach, Maria. Noodles, Nitwits, and Numskulls;
illus. by Kurt Werth. World, 1961. (Grades 3-6) Sleigh, Barbara, comp. North of Nowhere; illus.
An assortment of folk humor: stories of by Victor G. Ambrus. Coward-McCann, 1966.
foolish ones, riddles, tricks, and surprises. (Grades 3-5)
Sources and bibliography provided. A worldwide choice of twenty-five tales, ani-
mal fables, trickster tales, regional legends, and
McNeill, James, comp. The Double Knights; More fairy stories.
Tales from Around the World; illus. by Theo
Dimson. Walck, 1964. (Grades 4-6) Spicer, Dorothy Gladys. 13 Giants; illus. by Sofia.
Countries represented include Mexico, Trini- Coward-McCann, 1966. (Grades 3-6)
dad, Estonia, Russia, Hungary, Japan, and Por- The author has collected stories from differ-
tug il. See also The Sunken City. ent countries which center around giants. She
has done the same for a variety of subjects:
Mann ng-Sanders, Ruth. A Book of Ogres and witches, monsters, ghosts, devils. No sources are
Trclls; illus. by Robin Jacques. Dutton, 1972.
given.
(Gr ides 3-7)
/ m
entertaining collection, retold in the well- Stoutenburg, Adrien. Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum; Friendly
knc wn
style of the compiler. See also her numer-
and Funny Giants; illus. by Rocco Negri. Vi-
ous other collections having to do with dwarfs, king, 1969. (Grades 3-6)
wit :hes, wizards, sorcerers, princes, princesses, Giants of legend and folklore, each reflecting
etc No sources cited. a different time and culture, are the focus of
532 THE ORAL TRADITION
these tales. The sources for the giants and their Well-told tales characteristic of a number of
exploits are given at the end of the book. different tribes south of the Sahara.
Thompson, Stith, comp. One Hundred Favorite Berger, Terry. Black Fairy Tales; illus. by David
Folktales; drawings by Franz Altschuler. Indi- Omar White. Atheneum, 1969. (Grades 4-7)
ana University Press, 1968. These are really African stories, most of them
The distinguished folklorist has chosen tales of Swazi origin. No further source reference is
representing many nations. given. A glossary is provided at the end.
United Nations Women's Guild, comp. Ride with
Bryan, Ashley, retel. The Ox of the Wonderful
the Sun; ed. by Harold Courlander; illus. by
Horns and Other African Folktales; illus. by the
Roger Duvoisin. McGraw-Hill, 1955. (Grades author. Atheneum, 1971. (Grades 3-6)
5-7) Stories told with a sense of the poetic quality
This collection includes one representative,
of traditional phrases.
well-loved story from each of the sixty member
countries of the United Nations in 1955. Burton, W. F. P. The Magic Drum; Tales from
Central Africa; illus. by Ralph Thompson. Crite-
Wiggin, Kate Douglas, and Nora Archibald Smith,
eds. The Fairy Ring; illus. by Warren Chappell. rion, 1961. (Grades 3-6)
In the preface, the collector gives a sense of
New ed. Doubleday, 1967. (Grades 3-5) the vitality and living role of these stories, which
A classic collection of folklore first published
in 1910. Revised by Ethna Sheehan.
he heard in the Congo around the village fire in
the open country.
Williams-Ellis, Amabel, comp. Round the World
Fairy Tales; illus. by William Stobbs. Warne, Carpenter, Frances. African Wonder Tales; illus.
1963. (Grades 3-6) by Joseph Escourido. Doubleday, 1963. (Grades
Thirty-six tales starting with Korea, proceed- 3-6)
ing through Asia, Europe, Africa, and the Ameri- Twenty-four stories from differnt parts of Af-
rica.
cas, across the Pacific, and back to Korea. Notes
and sources appended. See also Old World and
Courlander, Harold, and Ezekiel A. Eshugbayi.
New World Fairy Tales (1967). Olode the Hunter, and Other Tales from Niger-
ia; illus. by Enrico Arno. Harcourt, 1968. (Grades
Africa 4-6)
Stories about the Yoruba people of Western
Aardema, Verna, retel. Behind the Back of the Nigeria.
Mountain; Black Folktales from Southern Af-
rica; illus. by Leo and Diane Dillon. Dial, 1973. Courlander, Harold, and George Herzog. The Cow-
Tail Switch, and Other West African Stories;
(Grades 3-6)
illus. by Mayde Lee Chastain. Holt, 1947.
A beautiful book, with striking black and
white illustrations, this brings together short and (Grades 4-6)
These stories, still told in the jungle villages
pithy stories from such tribes as Zulu, Bushman,
Tshindao, Hottentot, Bantu, and Thonga. A glos-
and seacoast towns, were gathered by the au-
thors on expeditions to Africa. See also The
sary and the sources for the stories are append-
ed. See also Tales for the Third Ear from Equa- King's Drum, and Other African Stories, by
torial Africa (Dutton, 1969); Tales from the Harold Courlander (Harcourt, 1962).
Story Hat (Coward-McCann, 1960); and More Courlander, Harold, and Wolf Leslau. Fire on the
Tales from the Story Hat (1966).
Mountain, and Other Ethiopian Stories; illus.
Appiah, Peggy. Ananse the Spider; Tales from an by Robert W. Kane. Holt, 1950. (Grades 4-6)
Ashanti Village; illus. by Peggy Wilson. Panthe- A companion volume to The Cow-Tail
on, 1966. (Grades 4-6) Switch. Many of the stories are very short, simi-
Wise and humorous tales of the Gold Coast. lar to Aesop's fables.
Drawings are derived from Ashanti brass weight
Courlander, Harold, and Albert Kofi Prempeh. The
designs.
Hat-Shaking Dance and Other Tales from the
Arkhurst, Joyce Cooper. The Adventures of Spi- Gold Coast; illus. by Enrico Arno. Harcourt,
der: West African Folk Tales; illus. by Jerry 1957. (Grades 4-6)
Pinkney. Little, Brown, 1964. (Grades 2-5) Wise and humorous folktales from the Ashan-
Six humorous how-and-why stories in which ti people of the African Gold Coast.
Spider, the trickster, is the hero. A good introduc-
tion to the more sophisticated Anansi stories. Davis, Russell, and Brent Ashabranner. The Lion's
Whiskers; Tales of High Africa; illus. by James
Arnott, Kathleen. African Myths and Legends; G. Teason. Little, Brown, 1959. (Grades 5-7)
illus.by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Walck, 1963 (Ox- The authors, while they were in Ethiopia,
ford Myths and Legends Series). (Grades 4-7) heard these stories from old village storytellers.
FOLKTALES 533
Dayrell, Elphinstone. Why the Sun and the Moon Kalibala, E. Balintuma, and Mary Gould Davis.
Live in the Sky; illus. by Blair Lent. Houghton Wakaima and the Clay Man and Other African
Mifflin, 1968. (Grades 1-3) Folktales; illus. by Avery Johnson. Longmans,
A Nigerian tale with distinctive illustrations. 1946. (Grades 2-4)
Simple stories first heard during a childhood
Fuja, Abayomi, col. Fourteen Hundred Cowries in Africa, these are meant to be changed in each
and Other African Tales; introduction by Anne
telling, according to the "Author's Note" at the
Pellowski; illus. by Ademola Olugebefola. end of the book.
Lothrop, 1971. (Grades 3-7)
Yoruba stories collected and translated by a Kaula, Edna Mason. African Village Folktales;
son of Yoruba parents, a collection that was illus.by the author. World, 1968. (Grades 4-7)
begun in 1938 and completed in 1944. Stories, for the most part, collected by the
writer. Background information about the locali-
Gilstrap, Robert, and Irene Estabrook. The Sul-
ty and the people is given before all stories,
tan 's Fool and Other North African Tales; illus. which come from different places.
by Robert Greco. Holt, 1958. (Grades 3-5)
Fresh versions of eleven old tales, which Savory, Phyllis. Congo Fireside Tales; illus. by
should be fun to tell. Joshua Tolford. Hastings, 1962. (Grades 3-6)
Collected first-hand by one who has spent
Guirma, Frederic. Tales ofMogho; African Stories most of her life in Africa.
from Upper Volta; illus. by the author. Macmil-
lan, 1971. (Grades 4-8) Sturton,Hugh. Zomo the Rabbit; illus. by Peter
Mossi people,
Tales that reflect the life of the Warner. Atheneum, 1966. (Grades 3-5)
of which Frederic Guirma is a member. These Nigerian folktales about Zomo, the ancestor
stories are presented with an introduction by of Brer Rabbit.
Elliott Skinner, professor of anthropology, Co-
lumbia University. Tracey, Hugh. The Lion on the Path and Other
African Stories; illus. by Eric Byrd; music tran-
Harman, Humphrey. Tales Told Near a Crocodile; scribed by Andrew Tracey. Praeger, 1967.
Stories from Nyanza; illus. by George Ford. (Grades 1-5)
Viking, 1967. (Grades 4-7) Stories that make use of chants, repetitive
Tales told by the author, as he heard them refrains, and musical sections are told by a man
from the Nyanza tribes living around Lake Vic- who is a scholar of African music and oral arts.
toria, introduce the reader to a rich oral heritage.
Zagloul, Ahmed and Zane, retel. The Black Prince
Haskett, Edytha Ranee. Grains of Pepper; Folk and Other Egyptian Folk Tales; illus. by Bever-
Tales from Liberia; illus. by Musu Miatta. John ly Armstrong. Doubleday, 1971. (Grades 4-8)
Day. 1967. (Grades 4-6) Storytellers still travel among Egyptian vil-
The best-loved tales of the first independent lages, and these stories of love, treachery, and
African republic. The author spent two years in perennial characters are among those that the
West Africa teaching at the Episcopal High villagers hear.
School in Robertsport, Liberia. During that time
she collected the stories told in this book. See
Austria, Czechoslovakia, and Hungary
also Some Gold, a Little Ivory; Country Tales
from Ghana and the Ivory Coast; illus. by the Ambrus, Victor G. The Three Poor Tailors; illus. by
author (1971). the author. Harcourt, 1966. (Grades 4-6)
Heady Eleanor B. When
the Stones Were Soft; The well-known illustrator retells an amusing
Eas' African Fireside Tales; illus. by Tom Feel- folktalefrom his native Hungary. See also
ings. Funk & Wagnalls, 1968. (Grades 4-6) Brave Soldier Janosh (Harcourt, 1967).
Traditional how-and-why stories from Kenya,
Fillmore, Parker. The Shepherd's Nosegay; Sto-
Uganda, and Tanzania. ries from Finland and Czechoslovakia; ed. by
Helfmm, Elizabeth S. The Bushmen and Their Katherine Love; illus. by Enrico Arno. Harcourt,
Stoi ies; illus. by Richard Cuffari. Seabury, 1971. 1958. (Grades 4-6)
(Grc des 3-6) Eighteen tales chosen from Parker Fillmore's
Eased on stories collected by Dr. Wilhelm H. I. collections Czechoslovak Fairy Tales, The Shoe-
Blet k, these stories tell a great deal about the maker's Apron, and Mighty Mikko, which have
people. Background information is spread been long out of print.
thro jghout the book.
Manning-Sanders, Ruth. The Glass Man and the
Holladay, Virginia. Bantu
Tales; ed. by Louise Golden Bird; illus. by Victor G. Ambrus. Roy,
Cra ie; illus. by Rocco Negri. Viking, 1970. 1968. (Grades 4-8)
(Gn des 3-6) These Hungarian stories are often variants of
E antu stories that had been told in Tshiluba to well-known motifs, although there are unusual
the :hildren of missionaries. twists and refrains. No sources.
534 THE ORAL TRADITION
Wilson, Barbara Ker, retel. Greek Fairy Tales; Hume, Lotta Carswell. Favorite Children's Stories
illus. by Harry Toothill. Follett, 1966. (Grades from China and Tibet; illus. by Lo Koon-chiu.
4-7) Tuttle, 1962. (Grades 3-5)
Credit is given to the work of Professor R. M. The author collected these lively tales during
Daw kins' collections of modern Greek folklore. her twenty-two years in China, where her hus-
The stories are well and simply told. band established the medical and educational
center that became Yale-in-China.
Canada and Arctic North America Lin, Adet. The Milky Way and Other Chinese Folk
Tales; illus. by Enrico Arno. Harcourt, 1961.
Barbeau, Marius. The Golden Phoenix, and Other (Grades 3-7)
French-Canadian Fairy Tales, retold by All of the stories are based on published ver-
Michael Hornyansky; illus. by Arthur Price. sions and are here retold and translated. Sources
Walck, 1958. (Grades 4-6) are acknowledged.
FOLKTALES 535
Ritchie, Alice. The Treasure of Li-Po; illus. by T. superbly told. See also Sea-Shell and Moor-
Ritchie. Harcourt, 1949. (Grades 4-6) Magic; Tales of the Western Isles; illus. by Vera
Original fairy tales that, although not tradi- Bock (Holt, 1968).
tional, have an authentic Chinese flavor.
Reeves, James. English Fables and Fairy Stories;
illus. by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Oxford University
Press, 1954 (Oxford Myths and Legends Series).
England, Scotland, and Wales
(Grades 3-5)
Finlay, Winifred. Folk Tales from the North; illus.
Familiar folktales, which Mr. Reeves embel-
lishes a little more than the Joseph Jacobs ver-
by Victor Ambrus. Watts, 1968. (Grades 4-7)
Scotch and English folktales, well told. No sions.
sources given.
Sheppard- Jones, Elisabeth. Scottish Legendary
Haviland, Virginia. Favorite Fairy Tales Told in Tales; illus. by Paul Hogarth. Nelson, 1962.
Scotland; illus. by Adrienne Adams. Little, (Grades 4-7)
Brown, 1963. (Grades 2-5) Entertaining reading and good storytelling
Tales well chosen, skillfully retold, and appro- material.
priately illustrated. Sheppard -Jones, Elisabeth. Welsh Legendary
Jacobs, Joseph, ed. English Fairy Tales; illus. by
Tales; illus. by Paul Hogarth. Nelson, 1960.
John D. Batten. 3rd. ed. rev. Putnam, 1902. (Grades 4-6)
(Grades 2-4) Forty-one short tales in which ordinary folk
are helped by or contend with fairies, mermaids,
Joseph Jacobs was a born storyteller as well
as a student of folklore. In retelling these stories giants, wizards, and bogeymen.
he has preserved their humor and dramatic pow- Steel, Flora Annie.
English Fairy Tales; illus. by
er. More English Fairy Tales is another indis- Arthur Rackham; afterword by Clifton Fadiman.
pensable collection. Both are available in Dover Macmillan, 1962 (The Macmillan Classics).
paperback editions. (Grades 3-5)
A fine collection of forty favorite tales.
Jones,Gwyn. Welsh Legends and Folk-Tales; illus.
by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Oxford University William-Ellis, Amabel. Fairy Tales from the Brit-
Press, 1955 (Oxford Myths and Legends Series). ish Isles; illus. by Pauline Diana Baynes.
(Grades 5-9) Warne, 1964. (Grades 4-6)
A distinguished Welsh folklorist has brought Folktales representing all parts of the British
together an interesting collection of ancient Isles.
Celtic tales and legends.
Manning-Sanders, Ruth. Peter and the Piskies; France
Cornish Folk and Fairy Tales; illus. by Ray-
mond Briggs. Roy, 1966 (Grades 3-5) All theFrench Fairy Tales; retold with a foreword
Here are piskies, spriggans, and knockers of by Louis Untermeyer; illus by Gustave Dore.
Cornwall, along with devils and saints. Knockers Didier, 1946. (Grades 4-6)
are little goblins who live in the mines. Excellent The superb Dore pictures in gravure give the
for telling. book distinction. Unfortunately out of print, but
may be found in public libraries.
Nic Leodhas, Sorche. Gaelic Ghosts; illus. by
Aulnoy, Marie, Comtessed'. The White Cat, and
Nonny Hogrogian. Holt, 1964. (Grades 4-7)
The lilt and burr of Scotland highlight these Other Old French Fairy Tales; arr. by Rachel
stoiies, ranging from medieval legends of the Field; illus. by Elizabeth MacKinstry. New
supernatural to modern "ghosts in residence." facsimile ed. Macmillan, 1967. (Grades 4-6)
See also Ghosts Go Haunting and Twelve Great A beautiful book with illustrations made in
Block Cats and Other Eerie Scottish Tales the manner of the eighteenth century.
(Dttton, 1971). Delarue, Paul, sel. and ed. French Fairy Tales;
Nic Leodhas, Sorche. Heather and Broom; Tales illus. by Warren Chappell. Knopf, 1968. (Grades
Moore, Marianne. Puss in Boots, The Sleeping around the world. Selected with the help of the
Beauty, and Cinderella; illus. by Eugene Kar- American Federation of Arts.
lin. Macmillan, 1963. (Grades K-3)
A celebrated American poet has translated Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Grimm's Fairy Tales;
and retold the Perrault tales. Twenty Stories; illus. by Arthur Rackham. Vi-
king, 1973.
Perrault, Charles. Complete Fairy Tales; tr. from Twenty of the more f amiliar stories illustrated
the French by A. E. Johnson and others; illus. by by Arthur Rackham.
W. Heath Robinson. Dodd, Mead, 1961. (Grades
4-6)
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Household Stories; tr.
Eleven of these fourteen tales are by Perrault, by Lucy Crane; illus. by Walter Crane. New ed.
and three are by other French writers. See also McGraw-Hill, 1966. (Grades 3-6)
Perrault's Classic French Fairy Tales; illus. by
This reprint edition offers to children of today
the flavor of the period in which the stories were
Janusz Grabianski (Meredith, 1967) (Grades
written. Available in paperback (Dover, 1963).
4-6); and Perrault's Fairy Tales, tr. by A. E.
Johnson; illus. by Gustave Dore (Dover, 1969).
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. The House in the
Picard, Barbara L., comp. French Legends, Tales, Wood, and Other Fairy Stories; with drawings
and Fairy Stories; illus. by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. by L. Leslie Brooke. Warne, 1944. (Grades 3-4)
Oxford University Press, 1955 (Oxford Myths An excellent edition for younger children.
and Legends Series). (Grades 5-7)
Selections from the hero tales, the courtly Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. The Juniper Tree and
stories of the Middle Ages, and folktales from the
Other Tales from Grimm, 2 vols.; sel. by Lore
French provinces, retold with skill. Segal and Maurice Sendak; tr. by Lore Segal,
with four tales tr. by Randall Jarrell; illus. by
Maurice Sendak. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1973.
Germany (Grades 3 up)
The twenty-seven tales presented in these two
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Fairy Tales; tr. by small volumes are distinguished in all aspects of
Lucy Crane, Marian Edwardes, Mrs. Edgar bookmaking. The vitality and depth of translator
Lucas, and others; illus. by Jean O'Neill; intro- and illustrator hold these books together in spe-
duction by May Lamberton Becker. World, 1947 cial distinction.
(Rainbow Classics). (Grades 4-6)
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Tales from Grimm;
An attractive edition.
freely tr. and illus. by Wanda Gag. Coward-
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. The Frog King and McCann, 1936. (Grades 2-4)
Other Tales of the Brothers Grimm; a New A thoroughly satisfying edition from the
Selection and Translation, with an introduc- standpoint of both text and pictures. Wanda Gag
tion by Alfred and Mary Elizabeth David; illus. is a translator and artist of rare genius. Her
by Sheila Greenwald. Signet Classics, 1964. translation retains the quality of the spoken
An expanded version of the introduction was story. She explains her theory of free translation
published in the Journal of the Folklore Insti- in the introduction.
tute; the one in this collection provides illumi-
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. More Tales from
nating background material.
Grimm; freely tr. and illus. by Wanda Gag.
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Grimm's Fairy Tales; Coward-McCann, 1947. (Grades 4-5)
tr. by Mrs. E. V. Lucas, Lucy Crane, and Marian A companion volume to Tales from Grimm, it
Edwardes; illus. by Fritz Kredel. Grosset & Dun- contains some stories not so well known. Both
lap, 1945 (Illustrated Junior Library). (Grades text and illustrations are distinguished. The
4-6) foreword by Carl Zigrosser tells about the artist's
Fifty-five of the well-loved tales. background and method of illustration.
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Grimm's Fairy Tales; Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Three Gay Tales from
tr. by Lucy Crane; illus. by Arnold Roth; after- Grimm; freely tr. by Wanda Gag. Coward-
word by Clifton Fadiman. Macmillan, 1963 McCann, 1943. (Grades 1-3)
(Macmillan Classics). (Grades 3-5) Wanda Gag tells in gay text and inimitable
One of the best translations. The original pictures the stories of The Clever Wife, Three
edition was illustrated by Walter Crane in 1882. Feathers, and Goose Hans.
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Grimm's Fairy Tales Haviland, Virginia. Favorite Fairy Tales Told in
based on the retelling by Frances Jenkins Olcott, Germany; retold from the Brothers Grimm;
from the translation by Margaret Hunt; intro- illus. by Susanne Suba. Little, Brown, 1959.
duction by Frances Clarke Sayers. Follett, 1968. (Grades 2-5)
Fifty of the tales illustrated with fifty illustra- Seven tales selected and simplified for young-
tions chosen from ten thousand submitted by er children. An attractive edition with large
children of all ages from seventy countries print.
FOLKTALES 537
Picarcl, Barbara Leonie, retel. German Hero-Sagas Stories heard in Assan hill villages during the
and Folk-Tales; illus. by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. compiler's years of residence there.
Walck, 1958. (Grades 4-9) Price,Christine. The Valiant Chattee-Maker;
The folktales in this selection are somewhat
by the author. Warne, 1965. (Grades 2-4)
illus.
recent "Karl the Great and the Robber," "The A little-known folktale from India about a
Ratcatcher of Hamelin," "The Knight of Stauf- humble maker of pottery who inadvertently be-
enberg," "The Werewolf." No sources cited. came a hero. Lively illustrations.
Quigley, Lillian, ed. The Blind Men and the Ele-
Gypsies phant; illus. by Janice Holland. Scribner, 1959.
(Grades 1-3)
Jagendorf, M. A., and C. H. Tillhagen. The Gyp- The old Hindu tale of six blind men who, each
sies' Fiddle and Other Gypsy Tales; illus. by touching a different part of the elephant, disa-
Hans Helweg. Vanguard, 1956. (Grades 3-6) gree about what it is like. Another edition, by
Full of color and told in the style of the teller, John Godfrey Saxe, is illustrated by Paul Gal-
Taikon, who had heard many of these tales from done (McGraw-Hill, 1963).
another famous gypsy storyteller, Gohae. Notes
on the stories are appended. Siddiqui, Ashraf, and Marilyn Lerch. Toontoony
Pie, and Other Tales from Pakistan; illus. by
Hampden, John. The Gypsy Fiddle and Other Jan Fairservis. World, 1961. (Grades 3-6)
Tales Told by the Gypsies; illus. by Robin Tales of humor and magic collected and retold
Jacques; introd. by Jan Yoors. World, 1969. by the director of the Folklore Research Center of
(Grades 4-8) East Pakistan.
Particularly interesting is the introduction by
Spellman, John W., ed. The Beautiful Blue Jay,
Jan Yoors, who lived with the gypsies for ten and Other Tales of India; illus. by Jerry Pink-
years in his youth. In addition, an "Author's
ney. Little, Brown, 1967. (Grades 3-5)
Note" gives sources and further references to
Twenty-five stories that mothers tell their
those interested in gypsies and their lore.
children in India today.
A memberof the Irish Folklore Commission Mullah is the Persian double of the beloved
the author presents stories from his own
staff, Hodja of the Turks. Children delight in the inge-
memory in the style and cadence of the told nuity of Mullah in getting himself out of tight
story. spots.
Jacobs, Joseph, ed. Celtic Fairy Tales; illus. by Mehdevi, Anne Persian Folk and Fairy
Sinclair.
Victor Ambrus. World, 1971. (Grades 4-8) Tales; illus. by Paul Kennedy. Knopf, 1965.
A new edition, combining Celtic Fairy Tales (Grades 4-6)
and More Celtic Fairy Tales. These romantic The author has retold these tales, which she
and humorous stories are also available in paper- heard an old Persian nurse tell to her nieces and
back in two volumes (Dover, 1968). nephews.
McGarry, Mary, comp. Great Folktales of Old Ire-
land; introduction by Mary McGarry; illus. by Italy
Richard Hook. Wolfe (London), 1972. (Grades
5-9) Chafetz, Henry. The Legend of Befana; illus. by
Tellings from Joseph Jacobs, T. Crofton Ronni Solbert. Houghton Mifflin, 1958. (Grades
Croker, Jeremiah Curtin, and others, all noted 2-3)
collectors and tellers of Irish stories. One of the most famous Italian Christmas
stories.
MacManus, Seumas. The Bold Heroes of Hungry
Hill, and Other Irish Folk Tales; illus. by Jay Cimino, Maria. The Disobedient Eels and Other
Chollick. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1951. (Grades Italian Tales; illus. by Claire Nivola. Pantheon,
4-6) 1970. (Grades 4-6)
Twelve tales told with charm and delightful Brief tales, pungent with wit.
Irish flavor.
Hampton, John. The House of Cats and Other
MacManus, Seumas. Hibernian Nights; illus. by Stories, illus. by Enrico Arno. Farrar, Straus &
Paul Kennedy. Macmillan, 1963. (Grades 4-7) Giroux, 1967. (Grades 4-6)
An invaluable collection including the great Sixteen stories from Italian folklore from var-
Irish storyteller's own favorites for telling. Sto- ious sections of the country.
ries are selected from his earlier books out of
print. See also Donegal Fairy Stories (Dover,
Jagendorf, M. A. The Priceless Cats and Other
Italian Folk Tales. Vanguard, 1956. (Grades
1968).
3-5)
O'Faolain, Eileen. Children of the Salmon and The author, who heard these stories while in
Other Irish Folk Tales; illus. by Trina Hyman.
Italy, tells them with a simplicity and directness
Little, Brown, 1965. that make them excellent for storytelling.
A rich collection for the folklorist and for the
experienced storyteller who can adapt stories Mincieli, Rose Laura, comp. Old Neapolitan Fairy
from source material. Tales; illus. by Beni Montresor. Knopf, 1963.
Picard, Barbara Leonie, comp. Celtic Tales; Leg- (Grades 5-7)
ends of Tall Warriors and Old Enchantments; Stories selected and retold from II Pentamer-
illus. by John G. Galsworthy. Criterion, 1965. one, by Giambattista Basile, published in 1674,
the earliest collection of European folktales.
(Grades 5-7)
A companion volume to Hero-Tales from the Toor, Frances. The Golden Carnation and Other
British Isles and Tales of the British People. Stories Told in Italy; illus. by Anne Marie Jauss;
Sutcliff , Rosemary. The High Deeds of Finn Mac foreword by Mario Pei. Lothrop, 1960. (Grades
Cool; illus. by Michael Charlton. Dutton, 1967. 4-7)
(Grades 6-8) The collection is divided between stories of
These tales from the Finn cycle belong essen- wonder and those of a legendary nature. The
tially to folklore.
foreword relates the character of the Italian
people to the stories. No sources are given.
Yeats, William Butler, ed. Irish Fairy and Folk
Tales. Modern Library, n.d. Werth, Kurt. The Monkey, the Lion, and the
Good source material for the storyteller. Snake. Viking, 1967. (Grades 1-3)
Young, Ella. Celtic Wonder Tales Retold. Dutton, A tale from Gesta Romanorum with spirited
n.d. (Grades 4-7) pictures of Venice in the days when animals, as
Stories of the Gubbaun Saor told by the Irish well as men, were chivalrous. See also The
Cobbler's Dilemma; an Italian Folk Tale
poet and student of folklore.
(McGraw-Hill, 1967).
Iran and Iraq
Japan and Korea
Kelsey, Alice Geer. Once the Mullah; Persian Folk
Tales; illus. by Kurt Werth. Longmans, 1954. Bang, Garrett, comp. Men from the Village Deep
(Grades 4-6) in the Mountains and Other Japanese Folk
FOLKTALES 539
Tales; tr. and illus. by the author. Macmillan, Magic Listening Cap (Harcourt, 1955) and The
1973. (Grades 3-6) Sea of Gold (Scribner, 1965).
Tales of wonders and wily tricksters give vari-
Yamaguchi, Tohr. The Golden Crane; a Japanese
ety to this collection. Folk Tale; illus. by Marianne Yamaguchi. Holt,
Edmonds, I. G. Ooka the Wise; Tales of Old Japan; 1962. (Grades 3-5)
illus.by Sanae Yamazaki. Bobbs-Merrill, 1961. The author, who first heard the story as a
(Grades 2-5) child, retells the poetic, mystical tale from the
Heard from the Ojiisan (grandfather), these northwestern islands of Japan.
stories give accounts of the wise and wily strata-
gems of Ooka, a judge of Old Japan. Jewish
Hamada, Hirosuke. The Tears of the Dragon; illus. retel. A Golden Treasury of Jewish
by Chihiro Iwasaki. English version by Alvin Barash, Asher,
Tresselt. Parents' Magazine, 1967. (Grades K-3) Tales; tr.from the Hebrew by Murray Roston;
For years a dragon living in the mountainous illus. by Henry Hechtkopf. Dodd, Mead, 1966.
region of Japan has terrorized the people of a
(Grades 5-12)
Wisdom and humor mark these stories from
village; a small boy sets out to find the dragon
rabbinic sources.
and transform him.
retel. Let's Steal the Moon;
Serwer, Blanche Luria,
Haviland, Virginia. Favorite Fairy Tales Told in
Jewish Tales, Ancient and Recent; illus. by
Japan; illus. by George Suyeoka. Little, Brown, Trina Schart Hyman. Little, Brown, 1970.
1967. (Grades 2-4)
Tales retold by the Head of the Children's
(Grades 4-8)
Stories heard and known by the author in her
Section, Library of Congress. own childhood are recounted again as they have
Hearn, Lafcadio, and others. Japanese Fairy remained in her imagination.
Tales; illus. by Sonia Roeter. Peter Pauper, 1948. The Fearsome Inn;
Singer, Isaac Bashevis. illus.
(Grades 4-9) by Nonny Hogrogian. Scribner, 1967. (Grades
Literary retellings, including "The Boy Who 4-6)
Drew Cats."
Magic and common sense overcome evil in
Jewett, Eleanore.Which Was Witch? Tales of this story written in the genre of the folktale.
Ghosts and Magic from Korea; illus. by Taro Mazel and Shlimazel, or
Singer, Isaac Bashevis.
Yashima. Viking, 1953. (Grades 4-6) the Milk of a Lioness; illus. by Margot Zemach;
Good for storytelling and reading aloud. tr. from the Yiddish by the author and Elizabeth
McAlpine, Helen and William, comps. Japanese Shub. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1967. (Grades
Tales and Legends; retold by the authors; illus. 1-3)
by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Oxford University The folktale of a peasant lad and his experi-
Press, 1959 (Oxford Myths and Legends Series). ence with good luck (Mazel) and bad luck (Shli-
(Grades 5-8) mazel). As a boy Isaac Singer heard this story
Folktales, legends, and epic tales of Japan. from his mother.
Sakade, Florence, ed. Japanese Children's Favor- Singer, Isaac Bashevis. When Shlemiel Went to
ite Stories; illus. by Yoshisuke Kurosaki; tr. by Warsaw and Other Stories; illus. by Margot
Meredith Weatherby. Tuttle, 1958. (Grades 1-3) Zemach; tr. by Isaac Bashevis Singer and Eliza-
An attempt has been made to remain true to beth Shub. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1968.
the spirit of the Japanese original stories. No (Grades 4-9)
sources cited. See also Kintar's Adventures and Stories heard from the author's mother are
Otner Japanese Children's Stories (1959) and presented with others of his own imagination.
Unshima Taro and Other Japanese Children's Singer, Isaac Bashevis. Zlateh the Goat and Other
Stcries(\959). Stories; tr. from the Yiddish by the author and
Stam n, Claus. The Very Special Badger; a Tale of Elizabeth Shub; illus. by Maurice Sendak. Har-
Mcgicfrom Japan. Viking, 1960. (Grades 2-4) per & Row, 1966. (Grades 4-6)
Humorous tale. A brilliant storyteller tells seven wise and
humorous tales rooted in middle-European Jew-
Titus Eve. The Two Stonecutters; illus. by Yoko ish folklore. The beautifully drawn illustrations
Mi suhashi. McGraw-Hill, 1967. (Grades K-3) sensitively portray the characters and reflect the
\ traditional Japanese folktale retold and il-
mood of the stories.
lus trated in the classic Japanese mood.
Uchic a, Yoshiko. The Dancing Kettle, and Other Near and Middle East
Ja tanese Folk Tales; illus. by Richard C. Jones.
Ha rcourt, 1949. (Grades 3-5) Arabian Nights. Endless Treasure; Unfamiliar
>tories told to the author when she was a Tales from the Arabian Nights; illus. by Kurt
child. Excellent for storytelling. See also The Werth. World, 1970. (Grades 3-5)
540 THE ORAL TRADITION
Collected from four different translations, Larson, Jean Russell. Palace in Baghdad; Seven
these stories are ones that the Princess told in Tales from Arabia; illus. by Marianne Yama-
The Thousand Nights and One Night but have guchi. Scribner, 1966. (Grades 3-6)
seldom, if ever, appeared for young readers. Well-told tales of sultans, caliphs, Bedouins, a
carpet-weaving camel, and a lamb with fleece of
Arabian Nights. Arabian Nights, Tales of Wonder
gold, enhanced by sensitive charcoal drawings.
and Magnificence; sel. and ed. by Padraic
Colum; illus. by Lynd Ward. Macmillan, 1953. Nahmad, H. M., ed. The Peasant and the Donkey;
(Grades 5-7) Tales of the Near and Middle East; with stories
The best retelling of the Arabian Nights for by Charles Downing, Nadi Abu-Zahra, Feyyaz
children. Text is based on Edward Lane's trans- Kayacan, and Mary Fergar; illus. by William
lation of The Thousand and One Nights (1838- Papas. Walck, 1968. (Grades 4-8)
1840). Mr. Colum says, "The stories are repre-
An amusing and entertaining collection that
sentative and an effort has been made to bring represents diverse backgrounds in this area.
children near to the original literature and to the The Kneeling Tree and
Spicer, Dorothy Gladys.
wonderful Saracenic civilization." The introduc- Other Folktales from the Middle East; illus.
tion includes an admirable discussion of the by Barbara Morrow. Coward-McCann, 1971.
history of the Arabian Nights and its place in (Grades 4-7)
world literature. The collector has retold these tales in her own
Arabian Nights. Arabian Nights; col. and ed. by way. Although she visited the Middle East to
Andrew Lang; illus. by Vera Bock; with a fore- gather material, she does not cite her sources.
word by Mary Gould Davis. Longmans, 1946. Walker, Barbara. Watermelons, Walnuts and the
(Grades 5-7) Wisdom of Allah and Other Tales of the Hoca;
First published in 1898. Based on the French illus. by Harold Berson. Parents' Magazine,
translation by Antoine Gallard. The decorative 1967. (Grades 3-6)
type of illustration is in keeping with the Orien- Foolish and wise tales of the Turkish Hoca
tal setting. One of the best editions for its selec- (Hoe-djah). The author lived in Turkey; no writ-
tion, illustrations, and foreword. ten sources are given. See also Once There Was
and Twice There Wasn't (Follett, 1968).
Arabian Nights. The Arabian Nights; Their Best-
Known Tales; ed. by Kate Douglas Wiggin and Mexico
Nora A. Smith; illus. by Maxfield Parrish. Scrib-
ner, 1937 (Scribner Illustrated Classics). (Grades Brenner, Anita. The Boy Who Could Do Anything;
illus. by Jean Chariot. Scott, 1942. (Grades 4-6)
5-7)
The editors have retold these tales taken Many of these stories stem from ancient Indi-
mainly from Scott's edition and from the Lane an mythology before the Spanish conquest, yet
translation. Now available in Scribner's paper- they often include modern touches showing how
back edition. each generation adds to the telling of a story.
Downing, Charles. Tales of the Hodja; illus. by Jordan, Philip D. The Burro Benedicto, and Other
William Papas. Walck, 1965. (Grades 4-6) Folk Tales and Legends of Mexico; illus. by the
Traditional stories attributed to "Nasreddin author. Coward-McCann, 1960. (Grades 4-6)
While living in Mexico, the author heard these
Hodja," a legendary personality of Turkish folk-
lore. stories, which reflect the life, traditions, and
religious beliefs of the people.
Ekrem, Selma, comp. Turkish Fairy Tales; illus.
Lyons, Grant. Tales the People Tell in Mexico;
by Liba Bayraktaroglu. Van Nostrand, 1964. illus. by Andrew Antal; consulting editor, Doris
(Grades 4-7) K. Coburn. Messner, 1972. (Grades 3-6)
The Turkish-born author heard these tales
Superstitions, beliefs, and human foibles are
from her nurse in Istanbul, who in turn heard
brought out in There are also a
this collection.
them from a traveling storyteller.
glossary, background information on Mexico,
Juda, L. The Wise Old Man; Turkish Tales of and sources for the stories.
Nasreddin; illus by Tessa Theobald. Nelson, Ross, Patricia. In Mexico They Say; illus. by Henry
1964. (Grades 4-6)
C. Pitz. Knopf, 1942. (Grades 4-7)
The author, a native of Istanbul, has retold Fourteen folktales combining the elements of
these tales, which have been recounted in Tur-
fantasy and superstition with realism.
key for almost six hundred years.
Kelsey, Alice Geer. Once the Hodja; illus. by Frank Netherlands, Belgium, and Luxembourg
Dobias. Longmans, 1943. (Grades 4-6)
Nasr-ed-Din Hodja, a simple-minded country De Leeuw, Adele. Legends and Folk Tales of Hol-
fellow, made an art of getting in and out of land; illus. by Paul Kennedy. Nelson, 1963.
foolish predicaments. (Grades 3-7)
FOLKTALES 541
Danish Fairy and Folk Tales, first published in ture Story of the Folk Tale," is of great value to
1809. See also More Danish Tales, Retold. the storyteller.
Haviland, Virginia. Favorite Fairy Tales Told in Zemach, Harve. Nail Soup, a Swedish Folk Tale;
Norway; retold from Norse folklore; illus. by illus. by Margot Zemach. Follett, 1964. (Grades
Leonard Weisgard. Little, Brown, 1961. (Grades K-3)
2-4) The tale of the stingy old woman and the wily
Adapted from the 1859 translation by Sir tramp, presented in picture-book format.
George Dasent of Norwegian Folk Tales by
Peter Christen Asbjdrnsen and Jdrgen Moe. See
also Favorite Fairy Tales Told in Sweden; illus. South America
by Ronni Solbert (Little, Brown, 1966).
Barlow, Genevieve. Latin American Tales; illus.
Jones, Gwyn, comp. Scandinavian Legends and by William M. Hutchinson. Rand McNally, 1966.
Folk-Tales; illus. by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Ox- (Grades 4-6)
ford University Press, 1956 (Oxford Myths and Nineteen stories from fourteen countries of
Legends Series). (Grades 4-6) Latin America ranging from Argentina to
Stories from Denmark, Iceland, Norway, and Mexico.
Sweden.
Carpenter, Frances. South American Wonder
Kaplan, Irma, retel. Swedish Fairy Tales; illus. by
Carol Calder. Follett, 1953. (Grades 3-6) Tales; illus. by Ralph Creasman. Follett, 1969.
The ten stories in this collection come (Grades 4-6)
from a 19th-century collection by G. O. Hylten- from the Amazon; illus.
Eells, Elsie Spicer. Tales
Cavallius and G. Stephens. There is considerable by Florence Choate and Elizabeth Curtis. Dodd,
variation, according to the foreword, in the way Mead, 1954. (Grades 4-6)
these stories have been retold. Twenty-six Brazilian folktales.
Kavcic, Vladimir, retel. The Golden Bird; Folk Finger, Charles. Tales from Silver Lands; wood-
Tales from Slovenia; by Jan Dekker and
tr. cuts by Paul Honore. Doubleday, 1924. (Grades
Helen Lencek; illus. by Mae Gerhard. World, 5-7)
1969. (Grades 3-6) Folktales of the Indians of Brazil, which the
Vladimir Kavcic, a novelist in Yugoslavia, author gathered firsthand from the Indians he
says that he has changed very little in the 19th- met in his wanderings. Awarded the Newbery
century written versions of these "authentic medal, 1925.
stories."
S. Boggs. The King of the
Jagendorf, M. A., and R.
Sperry, Margaret, tr. and adapt. Scandinavian Mountains; a Treasury of Latin American Folk
Stories; illus. by Jenny Williams. F. Watts, 1971. Stories; illus. by Carybe. Vanguard, 1961.
(Grades 1-5) (Grades 5-8)
Her own Norwegian background has led the The compilers, well-known folklorists, have
translator to choose these stories: "Respect for selected the stories they thought would give an
the best folk and fairy tales of the past has idea of the folk life of Latin America.
motivated my work." Swedish stories of Anna
Rhoads, Dorothy. The Bright Feather and Other
Wahlenberg are included.
Maya Tales; illus. by Lowell Houser. Doubleday,
Strindberg, Gert, sel. Norwegian Fairy Tales; 1932. (Grades 3-6)
illus. by Gert Strindberg. Follett, 1968. (Grades A unique collection of stories: some were
4-8) heard by the compiler and her sister, some were
Accounts of the trolls, huldurs, noekks, taken down by J. Eric Thompson of the Field
nisses,and draugs of Norway. Some taken from Museum of Natural History. These are "modern
Asbjdrnsen and Moe, some from old folk legends. Maya folk tales, obtained from Maya Indians liv-
ing in villages in the midst of the bush in Guate-
Thorne-Thomsen, Gudrun, ed. East o' the Sun and mala and in Yucatan."
West o' the Moon, with Other Norwegian Folk
Tales. Rev. ed. Row, Peterson, 1946. (Grades
3-1) Southeast Asia
Twenty-five folktales retold by a famous
storyteller with a fine appreciation of original Bro, Margueritte. How the Mouse Deer Became
sources. King; illus. by Joseph Low. Doubleday, 1966.
(Grades 4-6)
Undset, Sigrid, ed. True and Untrue and Other Eleven delightful tales of the crafty trickster.
Norse Tales; illus. by Frederick T. Chapman.
Knopf, 1945. (Grades 4-6) Carpenter,Frances. The Elephant's Bathtub;
Based on the original stories of Asbjdrnsen Wonder Tales from the Far East; illus. by Hans
and Moe. The author's foreword, "The Adven- Guggenheim. Doubleday, 1962. (Grades 3-6)
FOLKTALES 543
Thailand, Iraq, Vietnam, Ceylon, Burma, Tales; illus. by Emma Brock. Longmans, 1936.
Laos, and other (sixteen) countries of the East (Grades 5-7)
are represented in this collection of "ancient The full flavor of authentic folklore is pre-
folktales." Sources are acknowledged. served in these stories.
Courlander, Harold. Kantchil's Lime Pit, and Davis, Robert. Padre Porko; the Gentlemanly Pig;
Other Stories from Indonesia; illus. by Robert illus. by Fritz Eichenberg. Holiday House, 1948.
W. Kane. Harcourt, 1950. (Grades 5-9) (Grades 4-6)
Stories about wise and foolish men and tales First published in 1939. This edition contains
of animals. Best loved are the stories about two additional stories as humorous and delight-
Kantchil, the tiny mouse deer only a foot high. ful as the earlier ones.
Courlander, Harold. The Tiger's Whisker, and De la Iglesia, Maria Elena. The Cat and the
Other Tales and Legends from Asia and the Mouse; and Other Spanish Tales; illus. by
Pacific; illus. by Enrico Arno. Harcourt, 1959. Joseph Low. Pantheon, 1966. (Grades 2-4)
(Grades 4-7) Sixteen witty and wise tales translated into
Thirty-one stories, from many Far Eastern English for the first time.
countries, including Korea, Burma, Japan, Ara-
bia, and islands in the Pacific. Eells, Elsie Spicer. Tales of Enchantment from
De Leeuw, Adele Louise. Indonesian Legends and Spain; illus. by Maud and Miska Petersham.
Folk Tales; illus. by Ronni Solbert. Nelson, Dodd, Mead, 1950. (Grades 4-6)
Fifteen folktales from old Spanish sources.
1961. (Grades 5-6)
A diversified collection of twenty-six tales. Gunterman, Bertha L. Castles in Spain, and Other
Brief background information is given and a Enchantments; illus. by Mahlon Blaine. David
glossary appended. McKay, 1968. (Grades 6-8)
Krueger, Kermit. The Serpent Prince; Folk Tales A reissue of a book first published by Long-
from Northeastern Thailand; illus. by Yoko mans in 1928.
Mitsuhashi. World, 1969. (Grades 4-9)
Haviland, Virginia. Favorite Fairy Tales Told in
Kermit Krueger's work as a Peace Corps vol-
Spain; illus. by Barbara Cooney. Little, Brown,
unteer in northeastern Thailand brought him
1963. (Grades 2-5)
these stories from the students who were learn-
Six tales retold for younger children.
ing English from him.
Merrill, Jean. High, Wide and Handsome; and Lowe, Patricia Tracy, retel. The Little Horse of
Their Three Tall Tales; illus. by Ronni Solbert. Seven Colors and Other Portuguese Folk Tales;
tr. by Anne Marie Jauss; illus. by Anne Marie
Scott, 1964. (Grades 2-4)
A Burmese version of an old folk- Jauss. World, 1970. (Grades 3-8)
delightful
tale.
The translator and re teller have written, in
their introduction, a short historical and cultural
Merrill, Jean. Shan's Lucky Knife; a Burmese background for these stories, giving their
Folk Tale; illus by Ronni Solbert. Scott, 1960. sources.
(Grades 3-5)
Captures the flavor of Burmese river life and Mehdevi, Alexander, retel. Bungling Pedro and
city trading.
Other Majorcan Tales; by Isabel Bodor.
illus.
Knopf, 1970. (Grades 3-6)
Robertson, Dorothy Lewis, Fairy Tales from
retel.
Simply told, with expressions and phrases
Viet Nam; illus. by W. T. Mars. Dodd, Mead,
peculiar to Mallorquin.
1968. (Grades 3-7)
r
?hese stories were sent to Mrs. Robertson by Sawyer, Ruth. Picture Tales from Spain; illus. by
Ngayen Dinh Thuan. Her foreword gives the Charles Sanchez. Lippincott, 1936. (Grades 4-5)
gereral background of the stories, as well as a These tales were told in Spanish to the author
brief sketch of Vietnam's history. by a sailor, a goatherd, and a muleteer. In retell-
Vo-Diih. The Toad Is the Emperor's Uncle; Ani- ing them, Ruth Sawyer has kept the native
mal Folktales from Viet-Nam; illus. by the au- humor and freshness.
thor. Doubleday, 1970. (Grades 4-8)
7he significance and wisdom of certain crea-
'
Switzerland
tur ;s becomes apparent, as do the qualities of
the Vietnamese people themselves.
Duvoisin, Roger. The Three Sneezes, and Other
Swiss Tales; illus. by the author. Knopf, 1941.
Spain and Portugal (Grades 4-6)
The author, who heard these tales as a child
Bogge Ralph Steele, and Mary Gould Davis. Three
,
in Switzerland, has retold them with vigor and
Go den Oranges, and Other Spanish Folk humor.
544 THE ORAL TRADITION
Muller-Guggenbiihl, Fritz. Swiss-Alpine Folk- Stories in the manner and concept of the
Tales; tr. by Katherine Potts; illus. by Joan traditional tale by writers such as Krylov and
Kiddell-Monroe. Oxford University Press, 1958 Tolstoi, together with those of folk origins.
(Oxford Myths and Legends Series). (Grades 4-6)
Dr. Miiller-Guggenbiihl has ranged widely to Daniels, Guy, sel.tr. The Falcon Under the
and
gather material for this collection. Hat; Russian Merry Tales and Fairy Tales;
illus. by Feodor Rojankovsky. Funk & Wagnalls,
1969. (Grades 3-6)
U. S. S. R. This entertaining collection has an informing,
critically perceptive foreword and an appendix
(Afanasiev) Afanasyev, Alexander Nikolyaevich. giving Russian sources for each tale.
In a Certain Kingdom; Twelve Russian Fairy
Tales; sel. and tr. by Thomas P. Whitney; illus. Deutsch, Babette, and Avrahm Yarmolinsky. Tales
by Dieter Lange. Macmillan, 1972. (Grades 4-8) of Faraway Folk; illus. by Irena Lorentowicz.
Traditional adventure and wonder stories, se- Harper, 1952. (Grades 3-5)
lected from the more than 600 stories collected A poet, a scholar, and an artist have combined
efforts to produce this excellent collection of ten
by Afanasyev.
tales from Central Asia and the Caucasus. See
(Afanasiev) Afanasyev, Alexander. Russian Folk also More Tales of Faraway Folk (1963).
Tales; tr. by Natalie Duddington; illus. by Dick
Hart. Funk & Wagnalls, 1967. (Grades 4-9) Downing, Charles. Russian Tales and Legends;
An excellent collection for children and all illus. by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Oxford University
readers, these tales have been translated with Press, 1957 (Oxford Myths and Legends Series).
art and faithful simplicity by a Russian transla- (Grades 3-6)
tor. The author has drawn his material from
(Afanasiev) Afanasyev, Alexander. Russian Fairy many regions of Russia.
Tales; tr. by Norbert Guterman; illus. by Alexan- Durham, Mae. and Other Latvian Folk
Tit for Tat,
der Alexeieff. 2nd ed. Pantheon, 1973. Tales; illus. by Harriet Pincus. Harcourt, 1967.
An excellent source book for adults. (Grades 3-6)
Tales marked by vitality and humor.
Almedingen, E. M. Russian Folk and Fairy Tales;
illus. by Simon Jeruchim. Putnam, 1963. The Stone Horsemen; Tales
Foster, Ruth, retel.
(Grades 3-6) from the Caucasus; illus. by Judith Gwyn
Based on the work of Alexander Afanasiev, Brown. Bobbs-Merrill, 1965. (Grades 3-6)
published in 1856. In some cases variants of the Sprightly told and colorful; no sources given.
same folktale are woven into one story.
Ginsburg, Mirra, ed. and tr. The Kaha Bird; Tales
Bloch, Marie Halun, comp. and tr. Ukranian Folk
from the Steppes of Central Asia; illus. by
Tales from the Original Collections of Ivan Richard Cuffari. Crown, 1971. (Grades 4-9)
Rudchenko and Maria Lukiyanenko; illus. by J. "Non-Russian folk tales from Russia," these
Hnizdovsky. Coward-McCann, 1964. (Grades tales represent the recent collecting efforts of
1-4) scholars. See also The Master of the Wind and
before the author translated these
Many years Other Tales from Siberia.
she heard them, as a child, from her
stories,
grandmother in the Ukraine. Ginsburg, Mirra, tr and ed. The Lazies; Tales of
the Peoples of Russia; illus. by Marian Parry.
Budberg, Moura, and Amabel Williams-Ellis. Rus-
Macmillan, 1973. (Grades 2-6)
sian Fairy Tales; illus. by Sarah Nechamkin.
Humorous and brief, these stories come from
Warne, 1967. (Grades 3-5) a variety of regions.
Thirty-two folk and fairy tales collected from
all parts of Russia. Ginsburg, Mirra, tr. One Trick Too Many; Fox
Stories from Russia; illus. by Helen Siegl. Dial,
Bulatkin, I. F. Eurasian Folk and Fairy Tales;
1973. (Grades 2-6)
illus. by Howard Simon. Criterion, 1965. (Grades Brief stories, concerned with trickery and
3-6)
The author
translates stories, but this collec-
cunning.
tion does not make clear which ones are his Ginsburg, Mirra, retel. Three Rolls and One
work, nor are the sources indicated. However, Doughnut; Fables from Russia; illus. by Anita
the stories are simply told and represent East Lobel. Dial, 1970. (Grades 1-4)
European and Asian cultures. From all parts of Russia comes these short
tales and riddles, all representing different cul-
Carey, Bonnie, tr. and adapt. Baba Yaga's Geese
tures, all filled with wit and wisdom.
and Other Russian Stories; illus. by Guy Flem-
ing. Indiana University Press, 1973. (Grades Haviland, Virginia. Favorite Fairy Tales Told in
2-6) Russia; retold from Russian storytellers; illus. by
FOLKTALES 545
Herbert Danska. Little, Brown, 1961. (Grades Wyndham, Lee. Russian Tales of Fabulous Beasts
2-5) and Marvels; illus. by Charles Mikolaycak. Par-
Contents: To Your Good Health; Vasilisa the ents' Magazine, 1969. (Grades 3-6)
Beautiful; Snegourka, the Snow Maiden; The Stories that were heard in Russia from par-
Straw Ox; and The Flying Ship. ents, grandparents, and other relatives are here
retold by one whose memory has been reinforced
Higonnet-Schnopper, Janet, comp. Tales from with written versions.
Atop a Russian Stove; illus. by Franz Alt-
schuler. Whitman, 1973. (Grades 3-6) Wyndham, Lee. Tales the People Tell in Russia;
Translations of Russian Stories found in Rus- illus. by Andrew Antal. Messner, 1970. (Grades
skie narodnye skazki (pub. in Moscow, 1965; 3-6)
comp. by N. Savuskina) have been adapted "for Selected and translated by a writer who went
reading in English." A guide for pronouncing the back to original sources, including her mother
Russian names is provided, and the tellings re- and her friends as consultants. A good assort-
tain the style of the oral tradition. ment for telling.
Courlander, Harold. Terrapin's Pot of Sense; illus. Tall tales; state lore; Bad Men; local legends
by Elton Fax. Holt, 1957. (Grades 4-6) and ghostly tales; and Indian tales of North,
American black folktales gathered from Central, and South America. An interesting
many sources. medley, fully annotated in the Author's Notes.
American Folk and Fairy Bibliography.
Field, Rachel, ed. Tales;
illus.by Margaret Freeman. Scribner, 1929. Lester, Julius. The Knee-High Man and Other
(Grades 6-8) Tales; illus. by Ralph Pinto. Dial, 1972. (Grades
Twenty-one stories chosen because they are 1-4)
genuinely American and grouped under the Brief tales recalled from the compiler's own
headings: Indian Legends; Negro Stories; Loui- childhood, tales that have a long history, going
siana Folk Tales; Paul Bunyan; Tony Beaver; back to the time when there was slavery in
and Southern Mountain Stories. America.
Gillham, Charles Edward. Beyond the Clapping Manning- Sanders, Ruth. Red Indian Folk and
Mountains; Eskimo Stories from Alaska; illus. Fairy Tales; illus. by C. Walter Hodges. Roy,
by Chanimum. Macmillan, 1964. (Grades 3-5) 1960. (Grades 4-9)
The author, who spent eight summers in Alas- Retold by the editor, these stories have obvi-
ka as a biologist for the United States govern- ously been chosen for their dramatic and humor-
ment, heard these stories from an Eskimo. The ous qualities.
line drawings are by an Eskimo girl. See also
Peck, Leigh. Don Coyote; illus. by Virginia Lee
Medicine Men of Hooper Bay. Burton. Houghton Mifflin, 1942. (Grades 3-6)
Harris, Joel Chandler. Complete Tales of Uncle Stories from the Southwest center around the
Remus; comp. by Richard Chase; illus. by A. B. exploits and cunning of Don Coyote; stories that
Frost and Frederick Church. Houghton Mifflin, the author says are told by the Indians and the
1955. (Grades 5-7) Mexicans.
All the beloved tales of Brer Rabbit and his
friends collected for the first time in one volume.
Thompson, Vivian L. Hawaiian Legends of Trick-
sters and Riddlers; illus. by Sylvie Selig. Holi-
Harris, Joel Chandler. The Favorite Uncle Remus; day, 1969. (Grades 4-7)
illus. by A. B. Frost. Sel., arr., and ed. by George Contests of wit and cunning.
Van Santvoord and Archibald C. Coolidge.
Houghton Mifflin, 1948. (Grades 4-6) American Tall Tales
Sixty stories culled from the seven Uncle
Remus volumes. Blair, Walter, Tall Tale America; A Legendary
Harris, Joel Chandler. Uncle Remus; His Songs History of Our Humorous Heroes; illus. by Glen
and His Sayings. New and rev. ed., with 112 Rounds. Coward-McCann, 1944. (Grades 5-8)
illustrations by A. B. Frost. Appleton, 1947. Fabulous achievements of legendary heroes
(Grades 5-8) of folklore retold with exaggerated humor.
These plantation stories were first published Bontemps, Arna. The Fast Sooner Hound; illus. by
in the Atlanta, Georgia, Constitution in 1880.
Virginia Lee Burton. Houghton Mifflin, 1942.
Jagendorf M. A. Folk Stories of the South /illus. by
,
(Grades 2-4)
Michael Parks. Vanguard, 1972. (Grades 4-12) The long-legged, lop-eared hound outruns the
Arranged in groups according to the states Cannon Ball Express. Drawings are full of ac-
from which they were taken, these stories are tion and humor. See also Sam Patch, the High
rich in variety and told with the liveliness of the Wide and Handsome Jumper.
person who has "heard" them before writing Bowman, James Cloud. Pecos Bill, the Greatest
them down. Cowboy of All Time; illus. by Laura Bannon.
Whitman, 1937. (Grades 6-8)
Jagendorf, Moritz, ed. The Ghost of Peg -Leg Peter, Robust tall tales from the cowboy saga of
and Other Stories of Old New York; illus. by Pecos Bill, retold with imagination and vigor.
Lino S. Lipinski. Vanguard, 1965. (Grades 5-8)
See also Mike Fink (Little, Brown, 1957).
A noted folklorist has brought together a
high-spirited collection of local lore of New York Carmer, Carl. The Hurricane's Children; Tales
City. See also New England Bean-Pot; Sand in from Your Neck o' the Woods; illus. by Elizabeth
the Bag, and Other Folk Stories of Ohio, Indi- Black Carmer. David McKay, 1967. (Grades 6-9)
ana, and Illinois; and Upstate, Downstate; Humorous folktales including Paul Bunyan,
Folk Stories of the Middle Atlantic States. Febold Feboldsen, and others. First published in
1937.
Leach, Maria. The Rainbow Book of American
Folk Tales and Legends; illus. by Marc Simont. Credle, Ellis. Tall Tales from the High Hills; illus.
World, 1958. (Grades 4-7) by the author. Nelson, 1957. (Grades 4-6)
FOLKTALES 547
Tales with the full flavor of the Blue Ridge McCormick, Dell J. Paul Bunyan Swings His Axe.
mountain country. Caxton, 1936. (Grades 4-6)
Spirited tales about the giant woodsman and
DuMond, Frank Tall Tales of the Catskills;
L. his Blue Ox.
drawings by Peter Parnall. Atheneum, 1968.
(Grades 4-7) Malcolmson, Anne, and Dell J. McCormick. Mister
Tales told to the author as a child by his Stormalong; illus. by Joshua Tolford. Houghton
grandfather. Mifflin, 1952. (Grades 4-7)
Fabulous adventures of Stormalong, the leg-
Emberley, Barbara. The Story of Paul Bunyan; endary Paul Bunyan of the sea, who stood sever-
woodcuts by Ed Emberley. Prentice-Hall, 1963. al fathoms tall and skippered a ship as long as all
(Grades 2-4) Cape Cod.
The brief, factual recounting is supported
Malcolmson, Anne. Yankee Doodle's Cousins;
admirably by Ed Emberley's forceful illustra- illus. by Robert McCloskey. Houghton Mifflin,
tions.
1941. (Grades 5-9)
Felton, Harold W. Bowleg Seagoing Cow-
Bill, Stories of both real and legendary characters
puncher; illus. by William Moyers. Prentice- who have become heroes of American folklore.
Hall, 1957. (Grades 7-9) Robust illustrations.
The adventures of an eight-foot-tall cowboy Peck, Leigh. Pecos Bill and Lightning; illus. by
from Wyoming on a succession of deep sea voy- Kurt Wiese. Houghton Mifflin, 1940. (Grades
ages. 4-6)
Felton, Harold W. John Henry and His Hammer; Amusing stories about the legendary Pecos
Bill and his mount.
illus. by Aldren A. Watson. Knopf, 1950. (Grades
5-7) Rounds, Glen. Ol' Paul, the Mighty Logger. Rev.
This version is a little more literary than ed. Holiday House, 1949. (Grades 4-6)
Shapiro's John Henry and the Double-Jointed "Being a true account of the seemingly in-
Steam Drill, but not so robust. credible exploits and inventions of the great Paul
Bunyan."
Felton, Harold W., ed. Legends of Paul Bunyan;
illus. by Richard Bennett. Knopf, 1947. (Grades Shapiro, Irwin. Heroes in American Folklore;
6-8) illus.by James Daugherty and Donald McKay.
Stories, songs, and poems arranged in chrono- Messner, 1962. (Grades 6-9)
logical order beginning with Paul Bunyan's unu- Contains five tales that were originally pub-
sual birth. lished as separate volumes.
Felton, Harold W. Pecos Bill, Texas Cowpuncher; Shephard, Esther. Paul Bunyan; illus. by Rock-
well Kent. Harcourt, 1941. (Grades 6-9)
illus. by Aldren A. Watson. Knopf, 1949. (Grades
6-8)
The author heard these stories in the lumber
The preposterous adventures of Pecos Bill, camps in Washington, Oregon, and British Co-
"the greatest cowboy of them all," are told with lumbia. First published in 1924.
dry humor in the colloquial speech of the South- Shippen, Katherine B. Big Mose; illus. by Margaret
west. See also New Tall Tales of Pecos Bill Bloy Graham. Harper, 1953. (Grades 3-6)
(Prentice-Hall, 1958). Originally just a big man, Big Mose Hum-
phreys, a New Yorker in the first half of the 19th
Feltoi, Harold W. The World's Most Truthful
century, gradually became a fabulous character
Mem; Tall Tales Told by Ed Grant in Maine;
as stories accumulated around him.
illus. by Leonard Everett Fisher. Dodd, Mead,
1961. (Grades 4-7) Stamm, Claus. Three Strong Women; a Tall Tale
A noted liar's art recreated. from Japan; illus. by Kazue Mizumura. Viking,
1962. (Grades 3-5)
Keats Ezra Jack. John Henry; an American Leg-
, A conceited wrestler meets his match with
eni; illus. by the author. Pantheon, 1965. three women of superhuman strength. Fun from
(G -ades 1-3) beginning to end.
The bold pictures capture the spirit of the
he born with a hammer in his hand. Stoutenberg, Adrien, comp. American Tall Tales;
-o,
illus. by Richard N. Powers. Viking, 1966.
Leac i, Maria. The Rainbow Book of American (Grades 4-6)
Fclk Tales and Legends; illus. by Marc Simont. Stories of Paul Bunyan, Pecos Bill, Storma-
W( rid, 1958. (Grades 4-7) long, Mike Fink, Davy Crockett, Johnny Apple-
Tall tale characters and their exploits are seed, and Joe Magarac told with a simplicity and
de scribed in the first section of this book. The tall directness that make them valuable for storytell-
tal 2 as a form is discussed in the prefatory ing. See also The Crocodile's Mouth, fourteen
"Tiat's Folklore." American folk-song stories.
548 THE ORAL TRADITION
Stoutenburg, Adrien. American Tall-Tale Ani- Common Sense; More Stories from the Caribbe-
mals; illus. by Glen Rounds. Viking, 1968. an (Crowell, 1974).
(Grades 3-7)
Sherlock, Philip M. West Indian Folk Tales; illus.
Adaptations have been made from a variety of
sources: out-of-print newspapers, old periodi-
by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Walck, 1966 (Oxford
cals, etc. Surprisingly different stories.
Myths and Legends Series). (Grades 4-6)
Unusual folk legends of the Carib and Ara-
Wadsworth, Wallace. Paul Bunyan and His Great wak Indians and of West Africans brought to the
Blue Ox; illus. by Enrico Arno. Doubleday, 1964. West Indies before the time of Columbus.
(Grades 6-9)
Woodsmen have long entertained themselves
with tales of the mythical lumberjack. References for Adults
gives definitions of various forms, reading lists, The rich and varied vein of black folklore:
and general background. tales, folk expressions, songs, street cries, mem-
ories of slavery, and poetry and prose in the folk
Cook, Elizabeth.The Ordinary and the Fabulous; manner.
an Introduction to Myths, Legends and Fairy
Tales for Teachers and Storytellers. Cambridge Ireland, Norma Olin. Index to Fairy Tales, 1949-
University Press, 1969. 1972; Including Folklore, Legends and Myths
Accessible information for the uninformed; in Collections. Faxon, 1973.
extremely valuable for all storytellers. A tool for locating material.
Dorson, Richard M. American Folklore. University Keightley, Thomas. The Fairy Mythology. Bell
of Chicago Press, 1959. (London), 1900.
Historical and present types of folklore are The romance and superstition of various
analyzed and discussed, with special emphasis countries from Scandinavia to Africa.
on separating "fakelore" from folklore.
Krappe, Alexander Haggerty. The Science of Folk-
Dundes, Alan. The Study of Folklore. Prentice- lore, Barnes & Noble, 1964.
Hall, 1965. A scholarly study by a British folklorist.
An "anthology of ... important essays writ-
ten on various facets and forms of folklore." Kready, Laura F. A Study of Fairy Tales. Hough-
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Eastman, Mary Huse, comp. Index to Fairy Tales, The introduction was written by Henry Suz-
Myths and Legends. 2d. ed. rev. and enl. Faxon, zalo. The book grew out of a course given in
1926. children's literature.
A useful reference book followed by two sup-
plements, 1937 and 1952. For a further revision Lang, Andrew. Custom and Myth. Longmans,
in new edition, see Norma Olin Ireland in this 1930.
section of the bibliography. First published in 1884. The famous collector
of folktales discusses comparative mythology
Emrich, Duncan. Folklore on the American Land. from folklore, myths, and epics.
Little, Brown, 1972.
This is a compendium of songs, riddles, tales, Leach, Maria, Funk & Wagnalls Standard
ed.
legends, names, superstitions, street cries, and Dictionary of General Folklore, Mythology and
other forms. It is a joyfully expansive survey, Legend. 2 vols. Funk & Wagnalls, 1949-1950.
with notes and sources appended. The richness, vitality, and range of world
folklore, mythology, and legend are revealed in
Fitzgerald, Burdette S. World Tales for Creative
this major reference work, compiled not only for
Dramatics and Storytelling. Prentice-Hall,
the folklorist but also for the general reader.
1962.
Material for the storyteller and the teacher of Lee, F. H., ed. Folk Tales of All Nations. Coward-
creative dramatics, this is a large, far-ranging McCann, 1930 (Tudor ed., 1946).
collection. Sources are cited for each story. All of The editor, in his introduction, says that he
the tales have been retold; many lack the flavor has given the tales as they were told when-
to be found in Jacobs and others. ever possible; in other cases the spirit of the
Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Grimm's Fairy Tales; original has been preserved. A large and
complete with 212 illustrations by Josef
ed. wide-ranging collection, it is valuable for the
Scharl. Pantheon, 1944. adult storyteller.
A complete edition of the tales gathered by the Max. Once Upon a Time; on the Nature of
Liithi,
Grimm brothers, with striking original illustra-
Fairy Tales; tr. by Lee Chadeayne and Paul
tior s by a distinguished Bavarian artist. Padraic
Gottwald, with additions by the author. Ungar,
Col urn's introduction and Joseph Campbell's
1970.
"Fclkloristic Commentary" will be of special
Stimulating discussions of meaning and form
interest to the student of folklore, but the book
and of symbolism, riddles, the hero, and
style,
wil be enjoyed by the entire family.
the use of local legend in fairy tales. Although
Grimi i, Jakob and Wilhelm. The Grimm's German this is a scholar's approach, there is much here
Folk Tales; tr. by Francis P. Magoun, Jr. and that can be useful to the adult who wishes to use
Alexander H. Krappe. Southern Illinois Univer- this literature with children.
sity Press, 1960 (Arcturus Books Edition, 1969).
Jased on the Jubilee edition (1912) of Rein- McHargue, Georgess. The Impossible People; a
hoi 1 Steig, this is a new translation of the 200 History Natural and Unnatural of Beings Ter-
rible and Wonderful; illus. by Frank Bozzo.
Kii '.der- und Hausmarchen with the appended
Holt, 1972.
Kii '.derlegenden.
A fascinating work that is invaluable for the
Hugh 2S, Langston, and Arna Bontemps, eds. The storyteller who is often asked about the strange
Bo >fe of Negro Folklore. Dodd, Mead, 1965. beings in stories.
550 THE ORAL TRADITION
Montgomerie, Norah, ed. and sel. More Stories to through the Arthurian legends to the romantic
Read and to Tell; illus. by Tessa Jordan. The tales of pre-Renaissance Europe.
Bodley Head (London), 1971. (Grades 1-6)
A varied collection, including old stories, new Ziegler, Elsie B. Folklore; an Annotated Bibliog-
ones, very brief ones, how-and-why nature sto-
raphy and Index to Single Editions. Faxon,
1973.
ries, fairy stories, heroes and heroines. The em-
To be used with Mary Huse Eastman and
phasis is on providing stories for telling. See also
To Read and to Tell, 100 stories for very young NormaOlin Ireland (listed in this section of the
children. bibliography) for locating material.
Thompson, Stith, ed. Motif-Index of Folk- "Folk Literature," by Eileen Colwell. Top of the
Literature. Rev. and enl. ed. Indiana University News, Vol. 24, Jan. 1968, pp. 175-180.
Press, 1955. "The FolksWho Tell Folk Tales: Field Collecting in
A classification of narrative elements in folk-
Turkey," by Barbara K. Walker. The Horn Book
tales, ballads, myths, fables, and mediaeval ro-
mances. Magazine, Vol. 47, Dec. 1971, pp. 636-642.
"Folk Tales in Turkey," by Barbara K. Walker and
Untermeyer, Louis. The World's Greatest Stories; Ahmet Wysal. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol.
Forty-five Legends That Live Forever; illus. by 40, Feb. 1964, pp. 42-46.
Mae Gerhard. M. Evans, 1964.
Stories range from the Greeks and Romans Grimm, Jakob and Wilhelm. Grimm's Fairy Tales;
FOLKTALES 551
complete edition with 212 illustrations by Josef Ker,W. P. "Jacob Grimm," in Collected Essays.
Scharl. Pantheon, 1944. Macmillan, 1925. Vol. 2, pp. 222-233.
Introduction by Padraic Colum. Folkloristic
commentary by Joseph Campbell: "The Work of Joel Chandler Harris
the Brothers Grimm," pp. 833-839; "The Types
of Stories," pp. 840-845; "The History of the Harris, Julia. The Life and Letters of Joel Chan-
Tales," pp. 846-856; "The Question of Mean- dler Harris, with portraits and other illustra-
ing," pp. 857-864. tions. Houghton Mifflin, 1918.
Seumas MacManus
Richard Chase
"Seumas MacManus Shanachie," by Padraic
"Richard Chase: Mountain Folklorist and Storytell-
Colum. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 38, Dec.
er," by Helen W. Painter. Elementary English,
Vol. 40, Nov. 1963, pp. 677-686.
1962, pp. 626-630.
An edited version of the foreword to Seumas
MacManus' Hibernian Nights (Macmillan,
Wanda Gag 1963).
To be surprised, to wonder, is to
begin to understand. This is the
sport, the luxury, special to the in-
tellectual man. The gesture charac-
teristic of his tribe consists in look-
ing at the world with eyes wide
open in wonder. This faculty of
. . .
O f all the creatures on this earth, only man has asked questions.
Primitive people, living without science, surrounded by mystery and terror,
had three approaches to knowledge: observation of the natural world,
practical experience of life, and imagination. With this equipment they
gave such order as they could to life, creating explanations for the
mysteries that surrounded them, and by this means coming to terms with
them. They invested everything with life: trees, stones, the very tools they
had themselves fashioned. They invented gods, casting them in images
human and bestial such as they themselves knew, giving them shapes that
were gigantic, or grotesque, or horrible, in order to enhance their powers.
Having formed them, the people worshipped them, begged for their favor,
propitiated them with sacrifice and ritual, and made them guardians of
such moral law and ethics as evolved in their societies. "Now it is a canon
of religious study," writes Gilbert Murray, "that all gods reflect the social
2
state, past or present, of their worshippers."
Myths, then, are in part science, because like science they attempt to
relate cause and effect; in part religion, since many of them seek to explain
the unknown and our relationship to it, and to give patterns to ritual and
1. Jose Ortega y Gasset, The Revolt of the Masses (Norton, 1932), p. 12.
2. Gilbert Murray, Five Stages of Greek Religion (Columbia University Press,
1925), p. 67.
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 553
worship; in part social and moral law, since ethics and morality evolve
from belief.
Stories from mythology the myths of nature, the accounts of the old
gods have a clarity about them, a flashing, brilliant symbolism that
draws the imagination of children. Practiced in the art of bestowing life
upon objects about them toys, chairs, beds, broomsticks, or umbrellas
children recognize the logic of myth, matching their own childlike imagi-
nation with that of the childhood of the world.
How spacious are the stories in concept, how ingenious and how greatly
"charged with marvels." C. S. Lewis analyzes their exceptional quality
when he says,
. . .
myth does not essentially exist in words at all. We all agree that
the
the story of Balder is a great myth, a thing of inexhaustible value. But
of whose version whose words are we thinking when we say this?
For my own part, the answer is that I am not thinking of any one's
words. No poet, as far as I know or can remember, has told this story
supremely well. I am not thinking of any particular version of it. If the
story is anywhere embodied in words, that is almost an accident. What
really delights and nourishes me is a particular pattern of events,
which would equally delight and nourish if it had reached me by some
medium which involved no words at all say by a mime, or a film, and
I think this is true of all such stories. 3
Lesser gods dwelling on Olympus were Eros (Cupid), god of Love; Hebe,
goddess of youth and cupbearer to the gods; Iris, the goddess of the
Rainbow; and the Muses and Graces, two bands of beautiful and lovely
sisters.
Countless other gods were worshipped by the Greeks. Among the gods of
the Earth, there was Demeter (Ceres), mother of every growing thing, and
Dionysus (Bacchus), the god of the vine. Before the gods, there had been
the Titans, whom the gods overthrew. And before the Titans, dark and
terrible creatures born of Mother Earth and Father Heaven, so malformed
that Father Heaven imprisoned them in secret places of the earth. Of all his
children, Father Heaven let live in freedom Cronus the Titan and the
Cyclopes, the giants with one eye.
Cronus overcame his father and ruled for untold ages, with his sister-
queen Rhea (Ops). Zeus, their son, waged war against his father with the
help of his five brothers and sisters, and Cronus was destroyed. In that
great battle, two Titans took part, Prometheus siding with Zeus, and Atlas
siding with Cronus. After the victory of Zeus, Atlas was doomed as
punishment to bear upon his shoulders forever the great pillar that holds
apart earth and sky.
The range of Greek mythology is enormous, representing as it does the
evolution of a religion based upon earlier, manifold beliefs. The stories vary
from as simple a parable as the story of Midas, who loved gold above all
else, to the complex and ennobling concept of Prometheus. Whatever one
reads of them the flower myths, the explanations of natural phenomena,
or the tales of gods and mortals the vitality of their spirit touches and
informs almost every facet of contemporary life.
The Norse mythology, dark, heroic, and austere like the region that
produced it, reaches its highest written or literary expression in one famous
manuscript book, known as the Elder or Poetic Edda. The manuscript,
prepared in Iceland, was the long work of Icelandic bards who emerged as
spokesmen for a culture made up of Norsemen, exiled from Scandinavia to
Iceland. The authorship is unknown, and its date not certain, some
scholars placing it as late as the latter part of the thirteenth century. The
Younger or Prose Edda is the work of one man, Snorri Sturluson, a great
artist-historian of the medieval age. From these two sources come the
Volsunga Saga. The Nibelungenlied of the Germanic people bears a
relationship to them.
From the Eddas we learn of the gods and their enemies, the frost giants;
of the dwelling-place of each group; of Yggdrasill, the huge ash tree that
supports the universe, and of the three Norns (Fates) that care for it; and of
Ragnarbk. In the Norse mythology, as well as in the Greek, the giants were
older than the gods, who had wrested the power from their predecessors,
though not in the same manner. In the Norse mythology, twelve ranking
gods and twenty -four goddesses dwelt in Asgard; whereas only five Greek
gods and five goddesses lived on Olympus. Loki, the god of mischief, has no
counterpart among the Greek gods. It is true he was really a giant, but he
had forced himself among the gods so that he was considered almost one of
them. It was he who brought about Ragnarbk (the twilight of the gods) and
their final overthrow as well as his own death. For the Norse gods were not
immortal; they had to partake of Iduna's apples to keep young and strong;
the Greek gods could not be destroyed. They were immortal and invincible.
556 THE ORAL TRADITION
But in Norse mythology there was always the threat of impending doom.
The gods knew that in the end they would be destroyed, but they were
determined to die resisting. To them a heroic death was not defeat but
victory.
Each culture "declares itself" in its mythology. Indian myths from both
North and South America, legends from Egypt, Japan, and Hawaii, all are
part of our vast oral tradition. If the comparative reading of myths affords
an understanding of individual characteristics, above all it gives a growing
sense of the elements that are universal to the human mind. Nor does
mythology belong only to the past, and the long-dead cultures that it
survives. The stuff of myth works in our minds today. "Religion, philoso-
phies, arts, the social forms of primitive and historic man, prime discover-
ies in science and technology, the very dreams that blister sleep, boil up
from the basic ring of myth." 6
The legends of folklore are less complex than the myths, often being little
more than anecdotes told in connection with a person, a locale, or as
explanations of some facet of nature. The Biblical account of the rainbow is
a legend purporting to give to the world a divine promise of deliverance
from terrestrial flooding. In the Norse mythology the rainbow is described
as the bridge between the dwelling of the gods in the heavens and the earth,
the home of human kind.
There a living quality about legends, a habit of mind that we know in
is
our own experience. What bluff in our country's Middle West does not have
its legend of the Indian youth and his forbidden love leaping to their death?
Invariably the place is called Lovers' Leap. Certain artists are crowned
with a laurel wreath after a performance of great distinction. Why is the
wreath made of laurel? Why are people advised to "rest on their laurels"?
Because there exists a legend from the Greek mythology: A nymph,
Daphne, having forsworn the love of man, ran to escape the pursuit of
Apollo, god of music, poetry, and the arts. In her fright, Daphne prayed to
Zeus to save her. He straightway turned her into a laurel bush. The stars in
our heavens are the source of myths, and our flights into outer space are
given mythological and legendary names.
daughter. Then Zeus realized that his brother for four months every year and see her young
must give way. He told Hermes to go down to loveliness go down to the world of the dead.
the Underworld and to bid the lord of it let his But she was kind; the "Good Goddess," men
bride go back to Demeter. always called her. She was sorry for the deso-
Hermes found the two sitting side by side, lation she had brought about. She made the
Persephone shrinking away, reluctant be- fields once more rich with abundant fruit and
cause she longed for her mother. At Hermes' the whole world bright with flowers and green
words she sprang up joyfully, eager to go. Her leaves. Also she went to the princes of Eleusis
husband knew that he must obey the word of who had built her temple and she chose one,
Zeus and send her up to earth away from him, Triptolemus, to be her ambassador to men,
but he prayed her as she left him to have kind instructing them how to sow the corn. She
thoughts of him and not be so sorrowful that taught him and Celeus and the others her
she was the wife of one who was great among sacred rites, "mysteries which no one may
the immortals. And he made her eat a pome- utter, for deep awe checks the tongue. Bless-
granate seed, knowing in his heart that if she ed is he who has seen them; his lot will be
did so she must return to him. good in the world to come."
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 559
and given him a sure refuge in those Happy rude tools and weapons of horn and bone and
Isles that lay beyond the range of lightning- flint, to build themselves huts, to till and sow
flash or thunderstone and was he not, per- the ground, and many other arts that the men
haps, already conspiring with the exiled Titan of the Gold and Silver Ages knew nothing of. I
breth *en to restore their ancient king? heard some among them speak of him they
Now, what mainly bred suspicion in the call him the Great Brother whose wisdom
mind of Zeus was this: Prometheus, though helps to lighten their hard lot, and there was
he came duly to council and to feast in the word also of a wondrous gift he has promised
heav< nly halls, seemed ever impatient to be to bestow on them ere long."
gone upon some business of his own in the "What gift is that?" asked Zeus uneasily.
world below. It fell on a day that Zeus sat "They do not know," answered Hermes;
banqi leting, throned in splendor such as mor- "but Prometheus has told them that it will be
tal e> e hath not seen, and surrounded by the to them a good servant and a bad master."
560 THE ORAL TRADITION
Now Zeus was troubled at these tidings, for themselves from beasts of prey, nor bring to
he did not believe that the great Titan would perfection any of those helpful crafts that he
thus befriend mere mortals, creatures of a had begun to teach them.
day, without some deep design. In time, per- "Forbid them fire," he cried, "and you for-
haps, he would teach them so much that they bid them all hope of rising above the life of
would become wiser than gods nay, this animals; their doom is sure, they must be
unknown gift he had promised them might be savages to the end."
some potent charm that would make them But Zeus would not hearken to his plead-
strong enough to defy the Lord of the thun- ing, for he could not see that the heart of
der! Prometheus was filled with compassion and
Zeus pondered long what this gift might loving-kindness for helpless man, being in-
be, buthe could make no guess at it. So, when deed blinded by his jealous mistrust.
the Immortals were again gathered to the "What are this folk of clay to me?" he said
banquet, he put forth a riddle to them all, disdainfully. "They were not made for my
saying "What is it that is a good servant and a pleasure, that I should show them favor
bad master?" nay, they belong to Cronos, who bade you
Some said one thing, some another; but provide him new worshippers when he had
Prometheus knew that Hermes had spied destroyed the race of Silver. For his sake they
upon him in Arcadia, and whispered in his are hateful to me, and I have a mind to cut
ear, "Minion of Zeus, if you would win favor them off as he did those others, and people
"
with your master, say It is fire. And Hermes Earth with a race that has known no other
said it, laughing, after his wont; for he him- gods but me."
self never bore ill-will to any one, and Prometheus made him no answer, but gave
dreamed not that a quarrel was toward be- him a look at once proud and mournful, and
tween his lord and the Titan. in a little while he departed without word of
Zeus no sooner heard the answer of Her- farewell. And after that he came no more to
mes than he perceived that fire was indeed the board of Zeus. But when some days had
the gift Prometheus was minded to bestow passed, Zeus looked forth upon the earth and
upon men, which, as yet, was unknown to saw pillars of blue smoke rising among the
mortals, and burned only beneath the earth trees in all the valleys of Arcadia.
and on the sacred Hearth of the gods on high. For Prometheus had taken fire from the
He resolved to defeat the purpose of Prome- Hearth of the gods by stealth, and brought it
theus, whatever it might be, and, rising up, to men in a hollow wand of fennel that served
he said: him instead of a staff. He had shown them
"You have heard, Olympians, my riddle how to make open hearths of sun-baked clay
and its answer. Now hear and obey my com- in their poor dwellings, and how to kindle dry
mand. Let none dare to profane the thrice- wood thereon with the new gift, and they
holy element of fire by bestowing it on mor- cried aloud for joy and wonder as they saw
tals,but be it for ever consecrate to the use of the scarlet flowers of flame blossom from the
the gods alone. Swift vengeance will I take on dead boughs.
him who shall transgress this my law." Then was Zeus wroth indeed; in the first
The rest of the Immortals hastily promised moment of his fury he stretched forth his
obedience, but Prometheus began to plead hand to his thunderbolts with intent to hurl
earnestly with Zeus for the race of mortals, them upon the land of Arcadia and utterly
bidding him remember the want and hard- consume every living thing therein. But he
ship they must endure now that Earth no bethought him suddenly of a better way to
longer gave her increase freely as in the Age wreak vengeance upon the rebel Prometheus,
of Gold. Without fire, he said, mankind could and he stayed his hand. Thunderbolts could
not warm their shivering frames in the winter not slay the Titan, since he was immortal,
season, nor forge weapons of metal to defend and to destroy the land and men he loved
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 561
would be but small satisfaction, for he could uproar so hideous that to hear it would drive a
soon make himself another folk in some man from The bright snow that lies
his wits.
country fairer than Arcadia. deep on the mountain head is whirled away
"These men shall not die," said the angry by those pitiless blasts before it can mantle
god, "but I will devise such evils for them that the unsightly masses of rock that bestrew the
they shall desire death rather than life, and floor of the ravine or the lightning-scarred
Prometheus shall see their misery and be crags whence they have fallen.
powerless to succor them. That shall be his Hither now came the captive Titan, led by
keenest pang among the torments I will heap the ministers of Zeus. They had bound him
upon him." with fetters of brass and with chains of iron,
Now there are two giant Twins whose lot it which Hephaestus had wrought, being so
is to him that sits upon the throne of
serve commanded, but sorely against his will. For
heaven, be he who he may, and the gods call he and all the Olympians loved Prometheus
them Kratos and Bia, that is to say, Might and because of his great and gracious ways, and
Force. These Zeus called before him, and had they dared, would have interceded for
having laid certain commands on them, he him with their King. But Kratos and Bia, who
sent them to the Forge of the Cyclopes in were by nature without pity, exulted over
Mount Etna, which he had given to the lame their mighty prisoner, and when they were
smith-god, Hephaestus, the cunning crafts- now come to the place Zeus had appointed
man of the Olympians, to be his workshop. and saw that Hephaestus stood gazing sor-
Meanwhile Prometheus, not ignorant of rowfully upon him, they were enraged.
his doom, betook himself to the house of his "Hephaestus!" cried Kratos fiercely, "why
brother, Epimetheus, and said to him: loiteryou now? Have you a mind to take sides
"Brother, I am bound on a far journey, and with this Firestealer, or have you so soon
must bid farewell to you and to Arcadia, our forgot the charge Zeus gave you by my
pleasant home, for the Fates will have it so. mouth?"
Grieve not, nor be amazed at the things you "I would he had given it to some other,"
will shortly hear concerning me, since all that muttered the lame god.
must befall me I have foreseen with unshak- "Have a care, Haltfoot, that he overhear
en mind, but take good heed to yourself and you not," answered Kratos tauntingly. "It is
beware above all else of receiving any gift well seen you are loth to do his bidding, and if
from Zeus." you make not better speed your pity may
With that he took leave of his brother, and shortly be needed for your own plight."
returned to his own house, to await those "Savage that you are," retorted He-
whom he knew would come speedily, and that phaestus, "what needs your rude urging? I
night he went unresisting with Kratos, Bia, know, and will perform the sentence of Zeus,
and Hephaestus to his place of punishment. but none that has not, like you, a heart of
There is a ravine of ice-clad rocks upon the stone, could joy in such a task. Come, let us
peak of huge Mount Caucasus, so walled about it, and hold your peace the while."
about with gaunt black precipices, so ghastly Forthwith Kratos and Bia caused Prome-
in its frozen desolation, that it might seem a theus to stand upright against a huge pillar of
very :emple of Death, where nothing living rock, and they held up his arms above his
had e ver come since the making of the world. head, while Hephaestus bound him to the
Not he tiniest, lowliest plant that grows pillar by the neck and wrists and ankles,
peeps from the crannies of its jagged cliffs; riveting his fetters to the rock with nails of
no vc ice of beast or bird ever echoes there, adamant. Slowly he plied his hammer, slowly
save he scream of a famished eagle far aloft.
i
he limped to and fro, and as he worked he
Yet it is a solitude without peace, for night heavily sighed. Meantime Kratos feasted his
and d ay fierce gusts sweep through the gorge, eyes on the sight, and exclaimed impatiently
now vailing like spirits in torment, now with against his slackness.
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"Bind him faster, Hephaestus!" he cried. new Lord of the world has doomed Prome-
"Drive home this spike through the iron col- theus for no other crime than giving man fire
lar, that he may not turn his head to right or from heaven."
left! Look you, how loose sits this manacle! He paused awhile, communing with his
Another rivet, I pray you, lest the cunning own heart, then said, "Yet why do I lament?
rebel shake himself free. So have you done All this I foresaw from the beginning, and
at last? Ah, ha! Prometheus! could not all knew at how great a price I must win for
your foresight save you from this pass? Now mankind the thrice-blessed gift of fire, where-
learn, too late, what it is to be the Friend of by alone they shall attain to mastery in every
Man and the Foe of Zeus!" art that ministers to life. Nor will I upbraid
Never a word answered Prometheus, but the tyrant who has thus repaid my ancient
Hephaestus angrily bade Kratos and Bia be- kindness. Not he, but resistless Fate, has
gone, for they had done their office. As they decreed my doom, and he also in the hour
sullenly withdrew, he turned to the motion- ordained, must learn to submit, as I do."
less figure against the pillar and spoke part-
ing words.
"Son of Earth," he said, "not more unwel-
come are those bonds to you who wear them
Pandora
than was the forging of them to me. Alas! In this myth we have really the second
chapter on
that my skill is put to such a proof that I the beginnings of things of the first woman,
must bind one of race divine in these shackles Pandora; of our troubles; of hope. Hesoid (The-
which no power can break! Ah! rash Prome- ogony, 570-612) is the source for the statement
theus, why did you flout the majesty of Zeus that Pandora was the first woman; and in his
for the sake of worthless mortals? Know you Works and Days (54-105) he tells that Hope alone
not that a newcomer makes ever a stern was left in the box. The similarity to the story of
master, jealous of his honor? Eve's temptation and fall cannot be overlooked.
"Loth am I to leave you thus, but I can In another version, Epimetheus is no less culpa-
avail you nothing; nor see I whence you are to ble than Pandora; for he might have stopped her
look for any deliverer. Here, then, you must had he not been likewise curious. [From W. M. L.
bide, shut out from sight and speech of gods Hutchinson, Orpheus with His Lute (Longmans,
or men by these eternal walls; here, unshel- 1926).]
tered in the scorching blaze of noon you will
pray for the coming of starry-kirtled Night, Now while Prometheus comforted his heart
albeit to you she brings no solace, but only with the thought of what mankind would be
exchange of torment the arrows of frost for able to accomplish by means of fire, Zeus sat
the arrows of the sun. Ay, where nought else pondering how he might frustrate that good
ever changes, dear to your sleepless eyes shall gift with some countervailing evil. For it is a
be the comings of morn and eve." law to all the Immortals, that none may take
Having thus spoken, Hephaestus also went away what another has bestowed, nor could
his way with halting steps, and all was si- even he now deprive mortals of their new
lence for a space in that prison-house. Then a possession. He purposed, therefore, to send
great cry broke from the Titan in his anguish: them some gift so baneful that they should be
"O Earth, Mother of all, O radiant Sky and never free from misery their lives long, and
free Winds of heaven, behold what wrongs thus to fill up the measure of his vengeance
are mine! Yea, I call on the Sun's pure splen- upon Prometheus.
dor, and the multitudinous smile of Ocean After long thought, he called Hephaestus
waves, and you, O Founts of the rivers, to to him and said, 'Hephaestus, I have devised
witness what outrage an Immortal suffers at a new
thing, that has not its like in earth or
an Immortal's hand. Behold these shameful heaven; now put forth all your skill, for you
bonds, this living tomb where I must wrestle must forthwith make it, according to the
alone with never-ending pain to this the fashion I will tell you."
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"Of what shall I make it?" asked Hephaes- straightway he bade Hermes lead Pandora to
tus. the house of Epimetheus, and say to him,
"Of whatever you can find most fair," said "The King of Gods, in sign of his goodwill
Zeus. "Mingle together all things loveliest, towards you, sends you this peerless bride,
sweetest, and best, but look, that you also who brings with her in this casket such a
mingle therewith the opposites of each." dowry as he only can bestow."
So Hephaestus took gold and dross, wax So Hermes brought the First Woman to
and pure snow and mud of the high-
flint, Arcadia. Now when Epimetheus saw her
ways, honey and gall; he took the bloom of the beauty, and heard why she was come, he
rose and the toad's venom, the voice of laugh- could scarce contain himself for joy at his
ing water and the peacock's squall; he took good fortune, and he received the bride with
the sea's beauty and its treachery; the dog's her casket into his house, and wedded her
fidelity, the wind's inconstancy; the cruelty of that day, without once remembering the
the tiger and the mother-bird's heart of love. warning Prometheus gave him, not to take
All these, and other contraries past number, any gift from Zeus. But on the morrow it
he blended cunningly into one substance, and came back to his mind, and he repented of
this he molded into shape that Zeus described what he had done; for this was his nature,
to him. that he was never wise until too late. From
When it was finished, Hephaestus looked this he had his name of Epimetheus, which
upon his handiwork and said, "We have made means After-Thought, even as his brother
no new thing, but the image of a goddess." was called Prometheus, that is Fore-Thought,
"Nay," said Zeus, "we have made the First because he was wise concerning things yet to
Woman," and with that he breathed upon the come.
image, and it lived, and looked upon them Epimetheus now reflected that the dowry
wonderingly, as one suddenly awakened. Zeus had given his bride was doubtless meant
Then he called all the Olympians to behold to work him some deadly harm, and he asked
the First Woman, and they marveled at the Pandora if she knew what lay in her amber
beauty of her, for in truth she was fair as any box.
goddess. "No, my husband," said she, "but I will
They cried that they would each offer her fetch the box from our chamber and we will
some gift on this her birthday, and so they open it and see. I long to know what the great
did; the goddesses arrayed her in glorious King of the Immortals has bestowed on us."
apparel, Hephaestus decked her with jewels "Bide here, Pandora," said the Titan, "and
of cunning workmanship, and every god gave listen well to what I shall say. My mind
her some precious thing. Last of all, Zeus misgives me that yonder casket holds some
himself placed in her hands a casket of lus- evil secret, and he who sent it is not a friend
trous amber, richly overwrought with flowers but a subtle enemy. I was warned ere while to
and fruit of the pomegranate, and having two take no gift at his hand, but in my folly I paid
golden snakes for handles. little heed. Now since what is done cannot be
"Bthold, Immortals," he said, "this new undone, and the gift is under my roof, here let
fair creature of my shaping thought, endowed it stay; but I charge you on your love and
with every earthly loveliness, laden with obedience, never open the casket. For what-
heaven's choicest treasures! Shall she not be ever it holds can do us no mischief while we
named Pandora, All-Gifted? Seems she not keep it fast shut, and it is itself so royal-rich
even is a bride adorned for her husband? But and beautiful a thing that I have no heart to
she if no mate for an Olympian, for she is cast it away."
mortt 1; come, let us send her to wed with Pandora was glad that she might keep the
Epim ;theus, in token that we bear him no wondrous box, and every day she viewed it
Th< Olympians were well pleased, for they in the sunlight. But after a while she wearied
knew not the guileful intent of Zeus, and of that pleasure, and began to wonder more
564 THE ORAL TRADITION
and more what might be hidden within it. crept into her heart, and made its abode
Many a time, alone in her chamber, she sat there; and being comforted, it inhabits ever
gazing at the casket until longing to learn its since the hearts of mortals.
secret so nearly overcame her that she arose
and went hastily forth, vowing to look on it no
The Curse of Echo
more.
At last, in an accursed hour, she could Two nature myths are included in this story: The
resist her desire no longer; she laid her hand origin of the echo and the origin of the flower,
upon the lid, and raised it gently very gen- narcissus. To the Greeks, each flower bore a
tly,half -fearful of what she might see. Quick second blessing beside the initial one of its
as thought out flew a swarm of tiny winged existence. As Edith Hamilton points out in her
sprites, soaring and drifting upwards like Mythology, Greece is not a fertile land, but
breeze-blown tufts of thistledown, and they rugged and rocky, and the up-cropping of
vanished like a wreath of smoke through the spring's wild flowers in such earth seems a dou-
open doorway. ble miracle.
With a startled cry Pandora closed the In an early Homeric Hymn of the seventh or
box but, alas! too late; one glance had eighth century, the story is told of the creation of
shown her it was empty, and she sat down the first narcissus. Zeus set it blooming in the vale
and wept tears of disappointment. Now had of Enna, where its blossoms served to entice
she known what she had done, she must have Persephone away from her companions gather-
grieved a thousand times more bitterly, for ing flowers there, so that she was alone when the
the sprites she had let loose were all the cares chasm opened before her, and Pluto, the king of
and woes and fell diseases that afflict man- the regions of the Dead, rose from the pit in his
kind, and from that hour to this they fly black chariot and carried her away.
abroad upon earth, pursuing hapless mortals Ovid is the source for the story of Echo and
from the cradle to the grave. Such was the Narcissus (Metamorphoses, iii, 356-401). Echo,
dower that the First Woman brought with her the lovely nymph, beguiled Juno with her stories
into the world. in order that Jupiter might have time to escape
Epimetheus found his wife weeping, and from his latest affair of the heart. When Juno
she told him what had befallen, and he for- discovered the ruse, she wreaked bitter venge-
gave her, and said, "Half the fault is mine, ance upon Echo, by robbing her of her voice,
because I left the casket in your keeping. It except for the purpose of repeating a fragment of
seems that it is as much a woman's nature to what is said to her. In the version given here, it is
be over-curious as it is mine to be wise too the mischief of the nymphs that Echo seeks to
late." hide from Hera. This retelling includes a fine
And he forbore to reproach her, although piece of wisdom for the storyteller, "for the best
he now knew well enough by his power of tale-tellers are those who can lie, but who mingle
what those sprites were. He
after- thought, in with their lies some which they
grains of truth
asked Pandora if she was sure they had all have picked from their own experience." [From
escaped, and she said "Yes." But by and by Elsie Buckley, Children of the Dawn (Stokes,
she thought she would look again, and when 1908).]
she opened the casket, she saw there was still
one left, clinging beneath the gold rim that In the flowery groves of Helicon Echo was
held up the lid, with its rainbow wings once a fair nymph who, hand in hand with
drooping as if broken. And something told her sisters, sported along the green lawns and
Pandora that the name of it was Hope. by the side of the mountain-streams. Among
What did Pandora do when she found Hope them all her feet were the lightest and her
was left in the casket? She pitied the fairy laugh the merriest, and in the telling of tales
thing, because it seemed half dead, and she not one of them could touch her. So if ever
laid it in her bosom, to warm it back to life. any among them were plotting mischief in
But when she had cherished it awhile, Hope their hearts, they would say to her,
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 565
"Echo, thou weaver of words, go thou and "The whereby thou hast deceived me
gift
sit beside Hera in her bower, and beguile her shall be thineno more," she cried. "Hence-
with a tale that she come not forth and find forward thou shalt be dumb till someone else
us. See thou make it a long one, Echo, and we has spoken, and then, even if thou wilt, thou
will give thee a garland to twine in thy hair." shalt not hold thy tongue, but must needs
And Echo would laugh a gay laugh, which repeat once more the last words that have
rang through the grove. been spoken."
"What will you do when she tires of my "Alas! alas!" cried the nymphs in chorus.
tales?" she asked. "Alas! alas!" cried Echo after them, and
"When that time comes we shall see," said could say no more, though she longed to
they. speak and beg Hera to forgive her. So did it
So with another laugh she would trip away come to pass that she lost her voice, and could
and cast herself on the grass at Hera's feet. only say that which others put in her mouth,
When Hera looked upon Echo her stern brow whether she wished it or no.
would relax, and she would smile upon her Now, it chanced one day that the young
and stroke her hair. Narcissus strayed away from his companions
"What hast thou come for now, thou in the hunt,and when he tried to find them he
sprite?" she would ask. only wandered further, and lost his way upon
"I had a great longing to talk with thee, the lonely heights of Helicon. He was now in
great Hera," she would answer, "and I have a the bloom of his youth, nearing manhood, and
tale a wondrous new tale to tell thee." fair as a flower in spring, and all who saw him
"Thy tales are as many as the risings of the straightway loved him and longed for him.
sun, Echo, and each one of them as long as an But, though his face was smooth and soft as
old man's beard." maiden's, his heart was hard as steel; and
"The day is yet young, mother," she would while many loved him and sighed for him,
say, "and the tales I have told thee before are they could kindle no answering flame in his
as mud which is trampled underfoot by the breast, but he would spurn them, and treat
side of the one I shall tell thee now." them with scorn, and go on his way, nothing
"Go to, then," said Hera, "and if it pleases caring. When he was born, the blind seer
me I will listen to the end." Teiresias had prophesied concerning him,
So Echo would sit upon the grass at Hera's "So long as he sees not himself he shall live
feet, and with her eyes fixed upon her face and be happy."
she would tell her tale. She had the gift of And his words came true, for Narcissus
words, and, moreover, she had seen and cared for neither man nor woman, but only
heard many strange things which she alone for his own pleasure; and because he was so
could tell of. These she would weave into fair that all who saw him loved him for his
romances, adding to them as best pleased beauty, he found it easy to get from them
her, or taking from them at will; for the best what he would. But he himself knew nought
of tale-tellers are those who can lie, but who of love, and therefore but little of grief; for
mingle in with their lies some grains of truth love at the best brings joy and sorrow hand in
which they have picked from their own expe- hand, and if unreturned, it brings nought but
riencs. And Hera would forget her watchful- pain.
ness md her jealousies, and listen entranced, Now, when the nymphs saw Narcissus
whik the magic of Echo's words made each wandering alone through the woods, they,
scent live before her eyes. Meanwhile the too, loved him for his beauty, and they fol-
nymj hs would sport to their hearts' content lowed him wherever he went. But because he
and ever fear her anger.
i was a mortal they were shy of him, and would
Bu at last came the black day of reckoning
t not show themselves, but hid behind the trees
wher Hera found out the prank which Echo and rocks so that he should not see them;
had >layed upon her so long, and the fire of
]
and amongst the others Echo followed him,
her v rath flashed forth like lightning. too. At last, when he found he had really
566 THE ORAL TRADITION
wandered astray, he began to shout for one of me a pretty dance through the woods, and
his companions. now thou dost nought but mock me."
"Ho, there! where art thou?" he cried. "Thou dost nought but mock me," said she.
"Where thou?" answered Echo.
art At this he grew yet more angry, and began
When he heard the voice, he stopped and to abuse her, but every word of abuse that he
listened, but he could hear nothing more. spoke she hurled back at him again. At last,
Then he called again. tired out with his wanderings and with anger,
"I am here in the wood Narcissus." he threw himself on the grass by the pool, and
"In the wood Narcissus," said she. would not look at her nor speak to her again.
"Come hither," he cried. For a time she stood beside him weeping, and
"Come hither," she answered. longing to speak to him and explain, but
Wondering at the strange voice which an- never a word could she utter. So at last in her
swered him, he looked all about, but could see misery she left him, and went and hid herself
no one. behind a rock close by. After a while, when
"Art thou close at hand?" he asked. his anger had cooled down somewhat, Nar-
"Close at hand," answered Echo. cissus remembered he was very thirsty, and
Wondering the more at seeing no one, he noticing for the first time the clear pool beside
went forward in the direction of the voice. him, he bent over the edge of the bank to
Echo, when she found he was coming to- drink. As he held out his hand to take the
wards her, fled further, so that when next he water, he saw looking up towards him a face
called, her voice sounded far away. But wher- which was the fairest face he had ever looked
ever she was, he still followed after her, and on,and his heart, which never yet had known
she saw that he would not let her escape; for what love was, at last was set on fire by the
wherever she hid, if he called, she had to face in the pool. With a sigh he held out both
answer, and so show him her hiding-place. By his arms towards it, and the figure also held
now they had come to an open space in the out two arms to him, and Echo from the rock
trees, where the green lawn sloped down to a answered back his sigh. When he saw the
clear pool in the hollow. Here by the margin figure stretching out towards him and heard
of the water she stood, with her back to the the sigh, he thought that his love was re-
tall, nodding bulrushes, and as Narcissus turned, and he bent down closer to the water
came out from the trees she wrung her hands, and whispered, "I love thee."
and the salt tears dropped from her eyes; for "I love thee," answered Echo from the
she loved him, and longed to speak to him, rock.
and yet she could not say a word. When he At these words he bent down further, and
saw her he stopped. arms, but as he
tried to clasp the figure in his
"Art thou she who calls me?" he asked. did so, it vanished away. The surface of the
"Who calls me?" she answered. pool was covered with ripples, and he found
"I have told thee, Narcissus," he said. he was clasping empty water to his breast. So
"Narcissus," she cried, and held out her he drew back and waited awhile, thinking he
arms to him. had been over-hasty. In time, the ripples died
"Who art thou?" he asked. away and the face appeared again as clear as
"Who art thou?" said she. before, looking up at him longingly from the
"Have I not told thee," he said impatiently, water. Once again he bent towards it, and
"Narcissus?" tried to clasp it, and once again it fled from
"Narcissus," she said again, and still held his embrace. Time after time he tried, and
out her hands beseechingly. always the same thing happened, and at last
"Tell me," he cried, "who art thou and why he gave up in despair, and sat looking down
dost thou call me?" into the water, with the teardrops falling
"Why dost thou call me?" from his eyes; and the figure in the pool wept,
At this he grew angry. too, and looked up at him with a look of
"Maiden, whoever thou art, thou hast led longing and despair. The longer he looked,
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 567
the more fiercely did the flame of love burn in course was the god of Love. Love and the Soul!
his breast, till at length he could bear it no These are themes that have engaged the mind of
more, but determined to reach the desire of man through the centuries, and no doubt will
his heart or die. So for the last time he leaned continue to do so till the end of time.
forward, and when he found that once again The Norwegian folktale, with one of the most
he was clasping the empty water, he threw beautiful names in all folklore, East o' the Sun and
himself from the bank into the pool, thinking West o' the Moon, is essentially the same story,
that in the depths, at any rate, he would find removed from any association with the gods, but
his love. But he found nought but death stating the same themes of the necessity for trust
among the weeds and stones of the pool, and in love, the anguish easily borne if it be for the
knew not that it was his own face he loved sake of love, and its glorious triumph in the end.
reflected in the water below him. Thus were [From Edith Hamilton, Mythology (Little, Brown,
the words of the prophet fulfilled, "So long as 1942).]
he sees not himself he shall live and be
happy." There was once a king who had three daugh-
Echo, peeping out from the rock, saw all ters, all lovely maidens, but the youngest,
that had happened, and when Narcissus cast Psyche, excelled her sisters so greatly that
himself into the pool, she rushed forward, all beside them she seemed a very goddess con-
too late, to stop him. When she found she sorting with mere mortals. The fame of her
could not save him, she cast herself on the surpassing beauty spread over the earth, and
grass by the pool and wept and wept, till her everywhere men journeyed to gaze upon her
flesh and her bones wasted away with weep- with wonder and adoration and to do her
ing, and nought but her voice remained and homage as though she were in truth one of
the curse that was on her. So to this day she the immortals. They would even say that
lives, a formless voice haunting rocks and Venus herself could not equal this mortal. As
caves and vaulted halls. Herself no man has they thronged in ever-growing numbers to
seen since the day Narcissus saw her wring- worship her loveliness no one any more gave
ing her hands for love of him beside the a thought to Venus herself. Her temples were
nodding bulrushes, and no man ever shall see neglected; her altars foul with cold ashes; her
again. But her voice we all have heard repeat- favorite towns deserted and falling in ruins.
ing our words when we thought that no one All the honors once hers were now given to a
was by; and though now she will say whatev- mere girl destined some day to die.
er we bid her, if once the curse were removed, It may well be believed that the goddess
the cry of her soul would be, would not put up with this treatment. As
"N;ircissus, Narcissus, my love, come always when she was in trouble she turned
back come back to me!" for help to her son, that beautiful winged
By the side of the clear brown pool, on the youth whom some call Cupid and others
grass that Echo had watered with her tears, Love, against whose arrows there is no de-
there sprang up a sweet-scented flower, with fense, neither in heaven nor on the earth. She
a pure white face and a crown of gold. And to told him her wrongs and as always he was
this day in many a land men call that flower ready to do her bidding. "Use your power,"
"Narcissus," after the lad who, for love of his she said, "and make the hussy fall madly in
own iair face, was drowned in the waters of love with the vilest and most despicable crea-
Helicon. ture there is in the whole world." And so no
doubt he would have done, if Venus had not
first shown him Psyche, never thinking in her
Cupid and Psyche jealous rage what such beauty might do even
This s found only in the work of Apuleius, a
ory is to the God of Love himself. As he looked upon
Latin the second century. Psyche is the
vriter of her it was as if he had shot one of his arrows
Greek word for the soul, and the word from into hisown heart. He said nothing to his
which our word psychology derives. Cupid of mother, indeed, he had no power to utter a
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word, and Venus left him with the happy peaceful there, all her trouble left her and she
confidence that he would swiftly bring about slept. She woke beside a bright river; and on
Psyche's ruin. its bank was a mansion stately and beautiful
What happened, however, was not what as though built for a god, with pillars of gold
she had counted on. Psyche did not fall in love and walls of silver and floors inlaid with
with a horrible wretch, she did not fall in love precious stones. No sound was to be heard;
at all. Still more strange, no one fell in love the place seemed deserted and Psyche drew
with her. Men were content to look and won- near, awestruck at the sight of such splendor.
der and worship and then pass on to marry As she hesitated on the threshold, voices
someone else. Both her sisters, inexpressibly sounded in her ear. She could see no one, but
were splendidly married, each
inferior to her, the words they spoke came clearly to her. The
toa king. Psyche, the all-beautiful, sat sad house was for her, they told her. She must
and solitary, only admired, never loved. It enter without fear and bathe and refresh
seemed that no man wanted her. herself. Then a banquet table would be
This was, of course, most disturbing to her spread for her. "We are your servants," the
parents. Her father finally traveled to an ora- voices said, "ready to do whatever you de-
cle of Apollo to ask his advice on how to get sire."
her a good husband. The god answered him, The bath was the most delightful, the food
but his words were terrible. Cupid had told the most delicious, she had ever enjoyed.
him the whole story and had begged for his While she dined, sweet music breathed
help. Accordingly Apollo said that Psyche, around her: a great choir seemed to sing to a
dressed in deepest mourning, must be set on harp, but she could only hear, not see, them.
the summit of a rocky hill and left alone, and Throughout the day, except for the strange
that there her destined husband, a fearful companionship of the voices, she was alone,
winged serpent, stronger than the gods them- but in some inexplicable way she felt sure
selves, would come to her and make her his that with the coming of the night her hus-
wife. band would be with her. And so it happened.
The misery of all when Psyche's father When she him beside her and heard his
felt
brought back this lamentable news can be voice softly murmuring in her ear, all her
imagined. They dressed the maiden as fears left her. She knew without seeing him
though for her death and carried her to the that here was no monster or shape of terror,
hill with greater sorrowing than if it had been but the lover and husband she had longed and
to her tomb. But Psyche herself kept her waited for.
courage. "You should have wept for me be- This half-and-half companionship could
fore," she told them, "because of the beauty not fully content her; still she was happy and
that has drawn down upon me the jealousy of time passed swiftly. One night, however, her
Heaven. Now go, knowing that I am glad the dear though unseen husband spoke gravely to
end has come." They went in despairing her and warned her that danger in the shape
grief,leaving the lovely helpless creature to of her two sisters was approaching. "They are
meet her doom alone, and they shut them- coming to the hill where you disappeared, to
selves in their palace to mourn all their days weep for you," he said; "but you must not let
for her. them see you or you will bring great sorrow
On
the high hilltop in the darkness Psyche upon me and ruin to yourself." She promised
sat, waiting for she knew not what terror. him she would not, but all the next day she
There, as she wept and trembled, a soft passed in weeping, thinking of her sisters and
breath of air came through the stillness to herself unable to comfort them. She was still
her, the gentle breathing of Zephyr, sweetest in tears when her husband came and even his
and mildest of winds. She felt it lift her up. caresses could not check them. At last he
She was floating away from the rocky hill and yielded sorrowfully to her great desire. "Do
down until she lay upon a grassy meadow soft what you will," he said, "but you are seeking
as a bed and fragrant with flowers. It was so your own destruction." Then he warned her
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solemnly not to be persuaded by anyone to try Psyche, aghast, felt terror flooding her
to see him, on pain of being separated from heart instead of love. She had wondered so
him forever. Psyche cried out that she would often why he would never let her see him.
never do so. She would die a hundred times There must be some dreadful reason. What
over rather than live without him. "But give did she really know about him? If he was not
me this joy," she said: "to see my sisters." horrible to look at, then he was cruel to forbid
Sadly he promised her that it should be so. her ever to behold him. In extreme misery,
The next morning the two came, brought faltering and stammering, she gave her sis-
down from the mountain by Zephyr. Happy ters to understand that she could not deny
and excited, Psyche was waiting for them. It what they said, because she had been with
was long before the three could speak to each him only in the dark. "There must be some-
other; their joy was too great to be expressed thing very wrong," she sobbed, "for him so to
except by tears and embraces. But when at shun the light of day." And she begged them
last they entered the palace and the elder to advise her.
sisters saw its surpassing treasures; when They had their advice all prepared before-
they sat at the rich banquet and heard the hand. That night she must hide a sharp knife
marvelous music, bitter envy took possession and a lamp near her bed. When her husband
of them and a devouring curiosity as to who was fast asleep she must leave the bed, light
was the lord of all this magnificence and their the lamp, and get the knife. She must steel
sister's husband. But Psyche kept faith; she herself to plunge it swiftly into the body of the
told them only that he was a young man, frightful being the light would certainly show
away now on a hunting expedition. Then her. "We will be near," they said, "and carry
filling their hands with gold and jewels, she you away with us when he is dead."
had Zephyr bear them back to the hill. They Then they left her torn by doubt and dis-
went willingly enough, but their hearts were tracted what to do. She loved him; he was her
on fire with jealousy. All their own wealth dear husband. No; he was a horrible serpent
and good fortune seemed to them as nothing and she loathed him. She would kill him
compared with Psyche's, and their envious She would not. She must have certainty
anger so worked in them that they came She did not want certainty. So all day long her
finally to plotting how to ruin her. thoughts fought with each other. When eve-
That very night Psyche's husband warned ning came, however, she had given the strug-
her once more. She would not listen when he gle up. One thing she was determined to do:
begged her not to let them come again. She she would see him.
never could see him, she reminded him. Was When at last he lay sleeping quietly, she
she also to be forbidden to see all others, even summoned all her courage and lit the lamp.
her sisters so dear to her? He yielded as She tiptoed to the bed and holding the light
before, and very soon the two wicked women high above her she gazed at what lay there.
arrived, with their plot carefully worked out. Oh, the relief and the rapture that filled her
Already, because of Psyche's stumbling heart. No monster was revealed, but the
and contradictory answers when they asked sweetest and fairest of all creatures, at whose
her what her husband looked like, they had sight the very lamp seemed to shine brighter.
become convinced that she had never set eyes In her first shame at her folly and lack of
on him and did not really know what he was. faith, Psyche fell on her knees and would
They c id not tell her this, but they reproached have plunged the knife into her own breast if
her for hiding her terrible state from them, it had not fallen from her trembling hands.
her ov* n sisters. They had learned, they said, But those same unsteady hands that saved
and kr ew for a fact, that her husband was not her betrayed her, too, for as she hung over
a man but the fearful serpent Apollo's oracle him, ravished at the sight of him and unable
had d( clared he would be. He was kind now, to deny herself the bliss of filling her eyes
no doi bt, but he would certainly turn upon with his beauty, some hot oil fell from the
her so ne night and devour her. lamp upon his shoulder. He started awake: he
570 THE ORAL TRADITION
saw the light and knew her faithlessness, and she took a great quantity of the smallest of
without a word he fled from her. the seeds, wheat and poppy and millet and so
She rushed out after him into the night. on, and mixed them all together in a heap.
She could not see him, but she heard his voice "By nightfall these must all be sorted," she
speaking to her. He told her who he was, and said. "See to it for your own sake." And with
sadly bade her farewell. "Love cannot live that she departed.
where there is no trust," he said, and flew Psyche, left alone, sat still and stared at the
away. "The God of Love!" she thought. "He heap. Her mind was all in a maze because of
was my husband, and I, wretch that I am, the cruelty of the command; and, indeed, it
could not keep faith with him. Is he gone was of no use to start a task so manifestly
from me forever? ... At any rate," she told impossible. But at this direful moment she
herself with rising courage, "I can spend the who had awakened no compassion in mortals
rest of my life searching for him. If he has no or immortals was pitied by the tiniest crea-
more love left for me, at least I can show him tures of the field, the little ants, the swift-
how much I love him." And she started on her runners. They cried to each other, "Come,
journey. She had no idea where to go; she have mercy on this poor maid and help her
knew only that she would never give up look- diligently." At once they came, waves of
ing for him. them, one after another, and they labored
He meanwhile had gone to his mother's separating and dividing, until what had been
chamber to have his wound cared for, but a confused mass lay all ordered, every seed
when Venus heard his story and learned that with its kind. This was what Venus found
it was Psyche whom he had chosen, she left when she came back, and very angry she was
him angrily alone in his pain, and went forth to see it. "Your work is by no means over," she
to find the girl of whom he had made her still said. Then she gave Psyche a crust of bread
more jealous. Venus was determined to show and bade her sleep on the ground while she
Psyche what it meant to draw down the dis- herself went off to her soft, fragrant couch.
pleasure of a goddess. Surely if she could keep the girl at hard labor
Poor Psyche in her despairing wanderings and half starve her, too, that hateful beauty
was trying to win the gods over to her side. of hers would soon be lost. Until then she
She offered ardent prayers to them perpetual- must see that her son was securely guarded in
ly, but not one of them would do anything to his chanber where he was still suffering from
make Venus their enemy. At last she per- his wound. Venus was pleased at the way
ceived that there was no hope for her, either matters were shaping.
in heaven or on earth, and she took a desper- The next morning she devised another task
ate resolve.She would go straight to Venus; for Psyche, this time a dangerous one. "Down
she would offer herself humbly to her as her there near the riverbank," she said, "where
servant, and try to soften her anger. "And the bushes grow thick, are sheep with fleeces
who knows," she thought, "if he himself is of gold. Go fetch me some of their shining
not there in his mother's house." So she set wool." When the worn girl reached the gently
forth to find the goddess who was looking flowing stream, a great longing seized her to
everywhere for her. throw herself into it and end all her pain and
When she came into Venus' presence the despair. But as she was bending over the
goddess laughed aloud and asked her scorn- water she heard a little voice from near her
fully if she was seeking a husband since the feet, and looking down saw that it came from
one she had had would have nothing to do a green reed. She must not drown herself, it
with her because he had almost died of the said. Things were not as bad as that. The
burning wound she had given him. "But real- sheep were indeed very fierce, but if Psyche
ly," she said, "you are so plain and ill-favored would wait until they came out of the bushes
a girl that you will never be able to get you a toward evening to rest beside the river, she
lover except by the most diligent and painful could go into the thicket and find plenty of the
service. I will therefore show my good will to golden wool hanging on the sharp briars.
you by training you in such ways." With that So spoke the kind and gentle reed, and
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 571
Psyche, following the directions, was able to through her curiosity and, still more, her
carry back to her cruel mistress a quantity of vanity. She felt that she must see what that
the shining fleece. Venus received it with an beauty-charm in the box was; and, perhaps,
evil smile. "Someone helped you," she said use a little of it herself. She knew quite as
sharply. "Never did you do this by yourself. well as Venus did that her looks were not
However, I will give you an opportunity to improved by what she had gone through, and
prove that you really have the stout heart and always in her mind was the thought that she
the singular prudence you make such a show might suddenly meet Cupid. If only she could
of. Do you see that black water which falls make herself more lovely for him! She was
from the hill yonder? It is the source of the unable to resist the temptation; she opened
which is called hateful, the river
terrible river the box. To her sharp disappointment she saw
Styx. You are to fill this flask from it." That nothing there; it seemed empty. Immediately,
was the worst task yet, as Psyche saw when however, a deadly languor took possession of
she approached the waterfall. Only a winged her and she fell into a heavy sleep.
creature could reach it, so steep and slimy At this juncture the God of Love himself
were the rocks on all sides, and so fearful the stepped forward. Cupid was healed of his
onrush of the descending waters. But by this wound by now and longing for Psyche. It is a
time it must be evident to all the readers of difficult matter to keep Love imprisoned.
this story (as, perhaps, deep in her heart it Venus had locked the door, but there were the
had become evident to Psyche herself) that windows. All Cupid had to do was to fly out
although each of her trials seemed impossibly and start looking for his wife. She was lying
hard, an excellent way out would always be almost beside the palace, and he found her at
provided for her. This time her savior was an once. In a moment he had wiped the sleep
eagle, who poised on his great wings beside from her eyes and put it back into the box.
her, seized the flask from her with his beak Then waking her with just a prick from one of
and brought it back to her full of the black his arrows, and scolding her a little for her
water. curiosity, he bade her take Proserpine's box to
But Venus kept on. One cannot but accuse his mother and he assured her that all there-
her of some stupidity. The only effect of all after would be well.
that had happened was to make her try again. While the joyful Psyche hastened on her
She gave Psyche a box which she was to carry errand, the god flew up to Olympus. He want-
to the underworld and ask Proserpine to fill ed to make certain that Venus would give
with some of her beauty. She was to tell her them no more trouble, so he went straight to
that Venus really needed it, she was so worn- Jupiter himself. The Father of Gods and Men
out from nursing her sick son. Obediently as consented at once to all that Cupid asked
always Psyche went forth to look for the road "Even though," he said, "you have done me
to Hades. She found her guide in a tower she greatharm in the past seriously injured my
passed. It gave her careful directions how to good name and my dignity by making me
get tc Proserpine's palace, first through a change myself into a bull and a swan and so
great lole in the earth, then down to the river on ... However, I cannot refuse you."
of death, where she must give the ferryman, Then he called a full assembly of the gods,
Charon, a penny to take her across. From and announced to all, including Venus, that
there the road led straight to the palace. Cupid and Psyche were formally married,
Cerberus, the three-headed dog, guarded the and that he proposed to bestow immortality
doors, but if she gave him a cake he would be upon the bride. Mercury brought Psyche into
friendly and let her pass. the palace of the gods, and Jupiter himself
All happened, of course, as the tower had gave her the ambrosia to taste which made
foreto d. Proserpine was willing to do Venus a her immortal. This, of course, completely
servic 2, and Psyche, greatly encouraged, bore changed the situation. Venus could not object
back he box, returning far more quickly than
i to a goddess for her daughter-in-law; the
she h. id gone down. alliancehad become eminently suitable. No
Hei next trial she brought upon herself doubt she reflected also that Psyche, living up
572 THE ORAL TRADITION
in heaven with a husband and children to do that which even the Immortals might
care for, could not be much on the earth to shrink from doing; I will go down into the
turn men's heads and interfere with her own World of the Dead, and I will bring back to the
worship. living and to the light my bride, Eurydike."
So all came to a most happy end. Love and Then Orpheus went on his way to the cav-
the Soul (for that is what Psyche means) had ern which goes down, down to the World of
sought and, after sore trials, found each oth- the Dead the Cavern Tainaron. The trees
er; and that union could never be broken. showed him the way. As he went on, Orpheus
played upon his lyre and sang; the trees heard
his song and were moved by his grief, and
Orpheus with their arms and their heads they showed
How great the imagination that could encompass him the way to the deep, deep cavern named
in one definitive story the magnitude and mystery Tainaron.
of music! It is done in this love story of Orpheus Down, down, down by a winding path Or-
and Eurydice (or Eurydike), in which Death itself pheus went. He came at last to the great gate
breaks immutable laws, so moving is the power that opens upon the World of the Dead. And
of music. the silent guards who keep watch there for
Virgil told The poet Apollonius,
the story first. the Rulers of the Dead were astonished when
a third-century work Argonautica
Greek, in his they saw a living being coming towards them,
places Orpheus among the Argonauts, who, led and they would not let Orpheus approach the
by Jason, went in search of the Golden Fleece. gate.
The lyre of Orpheus sped the tasks of the rowers The minstrel took the lyre in his hands and
on that long journey, calmed the anger of the played upon it. As he played, the silent watch-
men, and saved the Argonauts from the wiles of ers gathered around him, leaving the gate
the Sirens. For the music of Orpheus drowned unguarded. As he played the Rulers of the
out the voices of the Sirens, which, had they Dead came forth, Hades and Persephone, and
been harkened to, would have drawn the men to listened to the words of the living man.
shipwreck and disaster. [From Padraic Colum, "The cause of my coming through the dark
Orpheus; Myths of the Wor/c/(Macmillan, 1930).] and fearful ways," sang Orpheus, "is to strive
to gain a fairer fate for Eurydike, bride. my
Many were the minstrels who, in the early All that is above must come down to you at
days of the world, went amongst men, telling last,O Rulers of the most lasting World. But
them stories of the Gods, of their wars and before her time has Eurydike been brought
their births, and of the beginning of things. here. I have desired strength to endure her
Of all these minstrels none was so famous as loss,but I cannot endure it. And I have come
Orpheus; none could tell truer things about before you, Hades and Persephone, brought
the Gods; he himself was half divine, and here by love."
there were some who said that he was in truth When Orpheus said the name of love, Per-
Apollo's son. sephone, the queen of the dead, bowed her
But a great grief came to Orpheus, a grief young head, and bearded Hades, the king,
that stopped his singing and his playing upon bowed his head also. Persephone remem-
the lyre. His young wife, Eurydike, was taken bered how Demeter, her mother, had sought
from him. One day, walking in the garden, her all through the world, and she remem-
she was bitten on the heel by a serpent; bered the touch of her mother's tears upon
straightway she went down to the World of her face. And Hades remembered how his
the Dead. love for Persephone had led him to carry her
Then everything in this world was dark and away from the valley where she had been
bitter for the minstrel of the Gods; sleep gathering flowers. He and Persephone stood
would not come to him, and for him food had aside, and Orpheus went through the gate
no taste. Then Orpheus said, "I will do that and came amongst the dead.
which no mortal has ever done before; I will Still upon his lyre he played. Tantalos
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 573
who for his crime had been condemned to ern he went; he saw a white- winged bird
stand up to his neck in water and yet never be fly by. He turned around and cried, "O
able to assuage his thirst Tantalos heard, Eurydike, look upon the world I have won you
and for a while did not strive to put his lips back to!"
toward the water that ever flowed away from He turned to say this to her. He saw her
him; Sisyphos who had been condemned to with her long dark hair and pale face. He held
rollup a hill a stone that ever rolled back out his arms to clasp her. But in that instant
Sisyphos heard the music that Orpheus play- she slipped back into the gloom of the cavern.
ed, and for a while he sat still upon his stone. And all he heard spoken was a single word.
Ixion, bound to a wheel, stopped its turning "Farewell!" Long, long had it taken Eurydike
for a while; the vultures abandoned their to climb so far, but in the moment of his
torment of Tityos; the daughters of Danaos turning around she had fallen back to her
ceased to fill their jars; even those dread ones, place amongst the dead. For Orpheus had
the Erinyes, who bring to the dead the memo- looked back.
ries of all their crimes and all their faults, had Back through the cavern Orpheus went
their cheeks wet with tears. again. Again he came before the watchers of
In the throng of the newly-come dead Or- the gate. But now he was not looked at nor
pheus saw Eurydike. She looked upon her listened to; hopeless, he had to return to the
husband, but she had not the power to come World of the Living.
near him. But slowly she came when Hades, The birds were his friends now, and the
the king, called her. Then with joy Orpheus trees and the stones. The birds flew around
took her hands. him and mourned with him; the trees and
It would be granted them no mortal ever stones often followed him, moved by the
gained such privilege before to leave, both music of his lyre. But a savage band slew
together, the World of the Dead, and to abide Orpheus and threw his severed head and his
for another space in the World of the Living. lyre into the River Hebrus. It is said by the
One condition there would be that on their poets that while they floated in midstream the
way up neither Orpheus nor Eurydike should lyre gave out some mournful notes, and the
look back. head of Orpheus answered the notes with
They went through the gate and came out song.
amongst the watchers that are around the And now that he was no longer to be count-
portals. These showed them the path that ed with the living, Orpheus went down to the
went up to the World of the Living. That way World of the Dead, going down straightway.
they went, Orpheus and Eurydike, he going The silent watchers let him pass; he went
before her. amongst the dead, and he saw his Eurydike in
Up and through the darkened ways they the throng. Again they were together, Or-
went, Orpheus knowing that Eurydike was pheus and Eurydike, and them the Erinyes
behind him, but never looking back upon her. could not torment with memories of crimes
As he went his heart was filled with things to and faults.
tell her how the trees were blossoming in
the g;irden she had left; how the water was
Baucis and Philemon
spark ing in the fountain; how the doors of
the h)use stood open; how they, sitting to- "Ovid is the only source for this story. It shows
gethe would watch the sunlight on the lau-
,
especially well his love of details and the skillful
rel bushes. All these things were in his heart way he uses them to make a fairy tale seem
to tel; her who came behind him, silent and The names the
realistic. Latin of gods are
unseen. used." Edith Hamilton. [From Edith Hamilton,
And now they were nearing the place Mythology (Little, Brown, 1942).]
when the cavern opened on the world of the
living Orpheus looked up toward the light In the Phrygian hill-country there were once
from :he sky. Out of the opening of the cav- two trees which all the peasants near and far
574 THE ORAL TRADITION
pointed out as a great marvel, and no wonder, help, too." All the while she was talking, she
for one was an oak and the other a linden, yet was busy doing things for them. The coals
they grew from a single trunk. The story of under the ashes on the dark hearth she
how this came about is a proof of the immeas- fanned to life until a cheerful fire was burn-
urable power of the gods, and also of the way ing. Over this she hung a little kettle full of
they reward the humble and the pious. water and just as it began to boil her husband
Sometimes when Jupiter was tired of eat- came in with a fine cabbage he had got from
ing ambrosia and drinking nectar up in Olym- the garden. Into the kettle it went, with a
pus and even a little weary of listening to piece of the pork which was hanging from
Apollo's lyre and watching the Graces dance, one of the beams. While this cooked Baucis
he would come down to the earth, disguise set the table with her trembling old hands.
himself as a mortal and go looking for adven- One table-leg was too short, but she propped it
tures. His favorite companion on these tours up with a bit of broken dish. On the board she
was Mercury, the most entertaining of all the placed olives and radishes and several eggs
gods, the shrewdest and the most resourceful. which she had roasted in the ashes. By this
On this particular trip Jupiter had determined time the cabbage and bacon were done, and
to find out how hospitable the people of the old man pushed two rickety couches up to
Phrygia were. Hospitality was, of course, very the table and bade his guests recline and eat.
important to him, since all guests, all who Presently he brought them cups of beech-
seek shelter in a strange land, were under his wood and an earthenware mixing bowl which
especial protection. held some wine very like vinegar, plentifully
The two gods, accordingly, took on the diluted with water. Philemon, however, was
appearance of poor wayfarers and wandered clearly proud and happy being able to add
at
through the land, knocking at each lowly hut such cheer to thesupper and he kept on the
or great house they came to and asking for watch to refill each cup as soon as it was
food and a place to rest in. Not one would emptied. The two old folks were so pleased
admit them; every time they were dismissed and excited by the success of their hospitality
insolently and the door barred against them. that only very slowly a strange thing dawned
They made trial of hundreds; all treated them upon them. The mixing bowl kept full. No
in the same way. At last they came upon a matter how many cups were poured out from
little hovel of the humblest sort, poorer than it, the level of the wine stayed the same, up to
any they had yet found, with a roof made only the brim. As they saw this wonder each
of reeds. But here, when they knocked, the looked in terror at the other, and dropping
door was opened wide and a cheerful voice their eyes they prayed silently. Then in qua-
bade them enter. They had to stoop to pass vering voices and trembling all over they
through the low entrance, but once inside begged their guests to pardon the poor re-
they found themselves in a snug and very freshments they had offered. "We have a
clean room, where a kindly-faced old man goose," the old man said, "which we ought to
and woman welcomed them in the friendliest have given your lordships. But if you will only
fashion and bustled about to make them com- wait, it shall be done at once." To catch the
fortable. goose, however, proved beyond their powers.
The old man set a bench near the fire and They tried in vain until they were worn out,
told them to stretch out on it and rest their while Jupiter and Mercury watched them
tired limbs, and the old woman threw a soft greatly entertained.
covering over it. Her name was Baucis, she But when both Philemon and Baucis had
told the strangers, and her husband was had to give up the chase panting and exhaust-
called Philemon. They had lived in that cot- ed, the gods felt that the time had come for
tage all their married life and always been them to take action. They were really very
happy. "We are poor folk," she said, "but kind. "You have been hosts to gods," they
poverty isn't so bad when you're willing to said, "and you shall have your reward. This
own up to it, and a contented spirit is a great wicked country which despises the poor
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 575
stranger will be bitterly punished, but not love and had madeher father promise never to
you." They then escorted the two out of the make her marry. Consequently, when Apollo
hut and told them to look around them. To fell in love with her, it was in vain; and when she
their amazement all they saw was water. The called upon her father for help, he was duty
whole countryside had disappeared. A great bound to aid her. The story also accounts for the
lake surrounded them. Their neighbors had use by the Greeks of the laurel wreath as a reward
not been good to the old couple; nevertheless of merit, especially for poetry. [From Frances
standing there they wept for them. But of a Jenkins Olcott, The Wonder Garden (Houghton
sudden their tears were dried by an over- Mifflin, 1919).]
whelming wonder. Before their eyes the tiny,
lowly hut which had been their home for so In ancient times, when Apollo left his Shining
long was turned into a stately pillared temple Palace in the Sun, to roam the earth, he met
of whitest marble with a golden roof. Cupid, who with bended bow and drawn
"Good people," Jupiter said, "ask whatever string was seeking human beings to wound
you want and you shall have your wish." The with the arrows of love.
old people exchanged a hurried whisper, then "Silly boy," said Apollo, "what do you with
Philemon spoke. "Let us be your priests, the warlike bow? Such burden best befits my
guarding this temple for you and oh, since shoulders, for did I not slay the fierce serpent,
we have lived so long together, let neither of the Python, whose baleful breath destroyed
us ever have to live alone. Grant that we may all that came nigh him? Warlike arms are for
die together." the mighty, not for boys like you Do you carry
!
The gods assented, well pleased with the a torch with which to kindle love in human
two. A
long time they served in that grand hearts, but no longer lay claim to my weapon,
building, and the story does not say whether the bow!"
they ever missed their little cozy room with its But Cupid replied in anger: "Let your bow
cheerful hearth. But one day standing before shoot what it will, Apollo, but my bow shall
the marble and golden magnificence they fell shoot you!"
to talkingabout that former life, which had Then Cupid rose up, and beating the air
been so hard and yet so happy. By now both with his wings, drew two magic arrows from
were in extreme old age. Suddenly as they his quiver. One was of shining gold, and with
exchanged memories each saw the other its barbed point could he inflict wounds of
putting forth leaves. Then bark was growing love. The other arrow was of dull silver, and
around them. They had time only to cry, its wound had the power to engender hate.
"Farewell, dear companion." As the words The silver arrow Cupid let fly into the
passed their lips they became trees, but still breast of Daphne, the daughter of the River-
they were together. The linden and the oak King Peneus; and forthwith she fled away
grew from one trunk. from the homes of men and hunted beasts in
Fro n far and wide people came to admire the forest.
the wander, and always wreaths of flowers With the golden arrow Cupid grievously
hung on the branches in honor of the pious wounded Apollo, who, fleeing to the woods,
and faithful pair. saw there the nymph Daphne pursuing the
deer, and straightway he fell in love with her
beauty. Her golden locks hung down upon her
neck, her eyes were like stars, her form was
Daphne slender and graceful and clothed in clinging
The s ory of why Daphne was changed into a white. Swifter than the light wind she flew,
laurel was
originally told by Ovid (Metamorpho- and Apollo followed after.
ses, 4 2-567). It shows how even Apollo, god of "O Nymph! daughter of Peneus," he cried,
the su 1, music, and poetry, could not escape the "stay, entreat you! Why do you fly as a lamb
I
power of Cupid, but it was unfortunate that his from the wolf, as a deer from the lion, or as a
first k ve should be Daphne, who had forsworn dove with trembling wings flees from the
576 THE ORAL TRADITION
the ground. And Daphne was no longer a tfae chariot and took in his hands the reins
nymph, but a green laurel tree. /that were across the necks of the fiery steeds.
When Apollo beheld this change, he cried 'Long did I live on earth," he said, "with-
out and embraced the tree, and kissed its VI out name and without honour; now I would
leaves. \ have the world know that I am indeed the son
"Beautiful Daphne," he said, "since you \of bright Helios. Thou didst swear to let me
cannot be my bride, yet shall you be my tree. y have a token that I, Phaethon, am indeed thy
Henceforth my hair, my lyre, and my quiver son, and this is the token that I claim
/ to be
shall be adorned with laurel. Your wreaths / let drive thy steeds and thy chariot through
shall be given to conquering chiefs, to win- the course of the heavens for a single day."
j
ners of fame and joy; and as my head has I "Renounce thy desire before it is too late,
never been shorn of its locks, so shall you ^and stay in my shining halls, known to mor-
wear your green bay leaves, winter ancjj tals and immortals as my son, the son of
summer forever!" Helios who brings light and warmth to the
Apollo ceased speaking, and the laurel bent world."
its new-made boughs in assent, and its stem But already the young man had shaken the
seemed to shake and its leaves to murmur reins; the fiery steeds sprang-forward, and the
gently. shining doors of their stable rolled back.
Something more his father said to him, but
Phaethon did not hear his words. The bright
Phaethon
wheels spun round and the chariot of Helios
The story of Phaethon is most fully^told
in Ovid's took its course through the sky.
Metamorphoses (i, 750 ff.; ii,
The brightness of their tossing manes
MY.THS AND LEGENDS 577
made Phaethon exultant; the swiftness of the the horses of Helios! But must men speak
steeds as they swept along the brightening always of the horses of Helios? Would that
path through the heavens filled him with there was a way of making men below won-
delight, and his heart was lifted with pride as der at their course today! Wonder, and then
he held the reins that guided the course of the know that not Helios but another, one young-
horses. er and more daring than he, has hands upon
"I I," he cried in his pride, "I, the name- the reins today!"
less son of Klymene, my mother, have the Plunging and plunging, the horses went
horses of Helios under my hands; I drive farther and farther off their course. They
my father's gleaming chariot through the went too far from their course in the blue
heavens; I, Phaethon, will be remembered, heavens. Earth withered as they came too
and all men must speak of me, because for near. Fire sprang up, fire, and again, fire! The
a single day I am bringing them light and trees on the plains crackled, and dropped"
warmth." Orrthe mountains
He thought he had bade fare-
of the time Jow tHere were mountains J
well to Klymene, his mother; he thought of went" up totKejkyj
how he had come into the bright halls of TTe cnew now~lhat theTsteedsTiac
Helios; he thought of how he had heard his from their course. He tried to guide them
father speak of him, praising his beauty, and back. The
fiery steeds turned savage eyes and
of how pride had grown in him then and a bared teeth upon him. They tossed their
resolve to have his father grant him a token heads; the wheels spun faster and faster, and
that would make the world know that he, the chariot rocked as they rushed and
Phaethon, was indeed the son of Helios. His plunged along. \
father had sworn that he would grant him went up in the cities of men; in the(^V
Fires
any token that he might ask. rivers and lakes the waters dried up; men lay \
L
"And what other token might I ask than dying upon the earth. The young man Phae-X
this? to have their reins in my hands and thon, knowing his hands too weak to guide
these fiery steeds sweeping forward upon the them, shouted to the fiery steeds.
brightening path. O brightness of fire! What Zeus, the ever-watchful, saw Phaethon's
was it that my father said about none but an course through the heavens, saw the plung-
immortal being able to drive the steeds of ing steeds and the fires going up on the earth,
Helios? I drive them. I am half mortal, but and he knew that all life might be destroyed
now that I have driven the fiery steeds and by the horses and chariot coming nearer and
the gleaming chariot I feel that I am become nearer to the earth. He gathered the clouds
immortal! Immortal, immortal, immortal!" together, making a veil between the chariot
he cried, as he went through the brightening and the world of men. And then he flung his
heavens, "immortal Phaethon!" lightning on young Phaethon. The lightning
But _thehnmortal horses knew that hands of Zeus tore him from the chariot, and the
that werelnbriminorfal h'eH their reins.
[They horses, now that they no longer felt his hands
knew ;hat the weakness of one who dies was upon the reins, staggered back to their
in the hold that was upon therm They course. Feebly now they went on. Feebly they
swerv id aside from their path in the heavens. finished their journey, but they won back to
They plunged and plunged, going farther off the shining stables that had been built for
their course. And upon earth men looked up them by Hephaestos beside the gleaming
and slid, "A portent in the heavens! The halls of Helios.
steeds of Helios are rushing here and there!" Down, down into the seething sea young
To r'haethon the horses were but tossing Phaethon But he was not lost in the sea.
fell.
their r lanes; the bright wheels were but spin- The daughters of Hesperus found him and
ning s they should spin. He stood upright in lifted his body out of the depths of the sea.
the chariot, holding the reins, and he spoke: They made a tomb for him on the seashore,
Ar these the hands of one who is half
$ and they wrote above his tomb,
immo;
' tal? These hands that hold and guide thon fell from his father's chariot, but even so
578 THE ORAL TRADITION
Jhe
lost nothing of his glory, for his heartjvas the body of a goat, and the tail of a dragon. It
set upon the doing of great filledthe bright sky with horror and darkness.
Then Bellerophon vowed that he would slay
the monster; he would slay it, not because the
Bellerophon
King commanded him to slay it, but because
helpful to relate a few points connected with
It is the monster filled the beautiful depths that he
the background of this myth: The Iliad (v, 179) is loved with blackness. "I will slay the Chi-
responsible for the description of the Chimaera, maera for thee, O King," Bellerophon said,
and Pausanias (ii, 31; Iv, 31) tells the story that and he laid his hand on his bright sword as he
accounts for Pegasus as the symbol for poetry. spoke, "I will slay the Chimaera, and I will
The story states that when Mount Helicon was so bring its lion's head into thy hall."
entranced by the songs of the Muses and began But how would he come to the Chimaera
to rise toward heaven, Pegasus stopped its ascent that went through the bright spaces of the
by stamping on the ground. At that the Hippo- sky? It came upon the tops of high moun-
crene (horse fountain) burst forth and became tains, and there Bellerophon would come
known as the Spring of the Muses. It is an easy upon it and slay it. But even as he sharpened
step from this point to make the flying horse, his bright sword to go to the mountains and
Pegasus, the symbol for the flights of poetry. seek the Chimaera there, a whisper came to
[From Padraic Colum, The Forge in the Forest Bellerophon and told him that he should
(Macmillan, 1925).] mount up to slay the Chimaera. And the
whisper told him of a horse that grazed on far
Often he watched the eagle in the air; as his pastures, the horse Pegasus that had wings.
gaze followed it on its way he would shout out And if he could come upon Pegasus and bridle
his own name, "Bellerophon, Bellerophon!" him and mount him he could slay with his
As his name came back to him from the high Chimaera in the sky.
bright sword the
rocks it seemed to him to be a prophecy of the Then Bellerophon went forth bearing his
time when he, too, would mount up and go sword and carrying the bridle that would hold
the way of the eagle. He owned a bright sword Pegasus, the winged horse. He went forth,
and he knew that his spirit was braver and and in his own wild pastures he came upon
stronger than the spirits of those who were Pegasus. The youth saw the winged horse
around him. And yet he had to serve a grudg- feeding upon lotuses and springing across the
ing King, and fresh labours and harassments water-courses. White was Pegasus, with
came to him every day. white wings and dainty hoofs, and a heavy
Once as he came back from his labour, the mane that tossed as he bounded along. It was
eyes of King Proetus's Queen rested upon easy to see that no bridle had ever gone upon
the bright youth. "How beautiful he is, this Pegasus.
Bellerophon," the Queen said. She spoke to All day Bellerophon, the strong youth, fol-
him and would have him speak to her. But lowed after Pegasus. The horse bounded
Bellerophon turned from Proetus's Queen away, hardly noticing his pursuer. On the
Proetus whom he had to serve. Then the second day Bellerophon came suddenly upon
Queen went to King Proetus, and, falsely Pegasus. He was drinking at a certain spring.
accusing Bellerophon, had him sent away. Bellerophon seized the winged horse by the
But she had him sent away from slavery into mane, and strove to hold him. But Pegasus
dangers. He was commanded to go to the trampled and kicked and at last broke away
King of Lykia, and he went bearing tablets from Bellerophon. Afterwards he saw the
that told that King to thrust him into danger winged horse only in the air, or drinking with
and still more danger. his head raised from the spring every mo-
"Thou must slay the Chimaera for me," ment.
said the King of Lykia; "thou must slay the Often when he was worn out with watch-
Chimaera that appears in the sky and af- ing and the chase, it would seem to Bellero-
frights all of us." Even then the Chimaera phon that he never would be able to capture
appeared in the sky. It had the head of a lion, the horse Pegasus; he never would be able to
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 579
slay the Chimaera, and he would have to go knew that he could never recapture him, and
back and bear whatever doom the King of knew that he could never again soar above
Lykia would lay upon him. And then he would the fields and the houses and the towns of
see the sky being filled with the blackness and men.
horror of the Chimaera, and he would resolve Into the hall of the King of Lykia he went,
once more that he would be the one who bringing the lion-head of the Chimaera. And
would slay the monster. then, because he saw an eagle soaring in the
One night a dream came to him. The god- blue of the air, he wept. Before him, as he
dess Pallas Athene appeared in his dream, knew, there were long and weary wanderings
and she said to him that any mortal who had over the face of the earth. He wept, knowing
such resolve as he had and who strove as he what was gone from him and what was be-
strove to carry out his resolve would have fore him. And then he he knew
rejoiced, for
help from the immortals. She whispered to that the pure spaces over him would never
him of a philtre that would tame the horse again be filled with the blackness and horror
Pegasus. Then he awoke, and he found in the of the Chimaera.
hollow of his shield a cup that had a liquid in
it a liquid that was red like burning iron.
Bellerophon waited, hidden, at the spring
that Pegasus came to. He seized the horse by
the mane, and he poured into his mouth and
Icarus and Daedalus
between his teeth the liquid that he had Daedalus the Greek word for "cunning work-
is
found. Then Pegasus became tame under his er." In the Greek mythology he was an artisan,
hand, He put the bridle upon him. With the sculptor, and architect, and he figures largely in
bright sword in his hand he mounted up to the early legends of Crete, where this story
slay the Chimaera that even then filled the begins. One authority says the name Daedalus is
sky with blackness and horror. merely symbolical of the early Greek art. After he
And now he was in the air at last. As he landed in Sicily, he never flew again, but devoted
went above the earth he shouted out his himself to architecture and built many temples.
name, "Bellerophon, Bellerophon!" He knew He was also given credit for inventing many tools
now how magnificent that name was the and carpentry in general. [From Josephine Pres-
name for the rider of the skies, the conqueror ton Peabody, Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew
of the Chimaera. He rose above where the (Houghton Mifflin, 1897).]
eagle flew. He looked down and saw the
fields and houses and towns of men. He Among all those mortals who grew so wise
would always soar above them, Bellerophon that they learned the secrets of the gods, none
thought. was more cunning than Daedalus.
He saw the Chimaera near him, the mon- He once built, for King Minos of Crete, a
ster that had the head of a lion, the body of a wonderful Labyrinth of winding ways so cun-
goat, and the tail of a dragon. Pegasus ningly tangled up and twisted around that,
screa ned, and would have kept back from once inside, you could never find your way out
the monster. But Bellerophon rode to meet again without a magic clue. But the king's
the darkening thing. It breathed out fire that favor veered with the wind, and one day he
score led him. But Bellerophon fought with it, had his master architect imprisoned in a tow-
using his bright sword. At last he struck into er. Daedalus managed to escape from his
its body and brought the Chimaera from the cell; but it seemed impossible to leave the
sky d >wn to the ground. island, since every ship that came or went
He rode Pegasus beside where it lay. He was well guarded by order of the king.
spran g off and cut the lion-head off the mon- At length, watching the sea-gulls in the air
ster t Then Pegasus, screaming
lat lay there. the only creatures that were sure of liberty
becai se the monster's blood had come upon he thought of a plan for himself and his
him, reddening his white sides, fled away. young son Icarus, who was captive with him.
ophon, as he saw the winged horse go,
Belle] Little by little, he gathered a store of feath-
580 THE ORAL TRADITION
ers great and small. He fastened these togeth- Alas for him! Warmer and warmer grew
er with thread, molded them in with wax, and the air. Those arms, that had seemed to up-
so fashioned two great wings like those of a hold him, relaxed. His wings wavered, droop-
bird. When they were done, Daedalus fitted ed. He fluttered his young hands vainly he
them to his own shoulders, and after one or was falling and in that terror he remem-
two efforts, he found that by waving his arms bered. The heat of the sun had melted the
he could winnow the air and cleave it, as a wax from his wings; the feathers were fall-
swimmer does the sea. He held himself aloft, ing, one by one, like snowflakes; and there
wavered this way and that with the wind, was none to help.
and at last, like a great fledgling, he learned He fell like a leaf tossed down by the wind,
to fly. down, down, with one cry that overtook Daed-
Without delay, he fell to work on a pair of alus far away. When he returned, and sought
wings for the boy Icarus, and taught him high and low for the poor boy, he saw nothing
carefully how to use them, bidding him be- but the bird-like feathers afloat on the water,
ware of rash adventures among the stars. and he knew that Icarus was drowned
"Remember," said the father, "never to fly The nearest island he named Icaria, in
very low or very high, for the fogs about the memory of the child; but he, in heavy grief,
earth would weigh you down, but the blaze of went to the temple of Apollo in Sicily, and
the sun will surely melt your feathers apart if there hung up his wings as an offering. Never
you go too near." again did he attempt to fly.
For Icarus, these cautions went in at one
ear and out by the other. Who could remem-
ber to be careful when he was to fly for the
first time? Are birds careful? Not they! And
Gemini, the Twins
not an idea remained in the boy's head but the Much of the knowledge of early astronomers was
one joy of escape. told not in the language of science but in the
The day came, and the fair wind that was language of mythology. In the olden days, myths
to set them free. The father bird put on his were a part of people's faith and were thought to
wings, and, while the light urged them to be affect their destinies. Today we think of stars in
gone, he waited to see that all was well with scientific terms, but with the current interest in
Icarus, for the two could not fly hand in hand. the conquest of space, we find ourselves turning
Up they rose, the boy after his father. The back to mythology. What is the significance of
hateful ground of Crete sank beneath them; naming the program that took men to the moon
and the country folk, who caught a glimpse of Project Apollo? Why the Mercury program? Why
them when they were high above the tree- was the space capsule that carried a crew of two,
tops, took it for a vision of the gods Apollo, to test the feasibility of linking units together in
perhaps, with Cupid after him. orbit, named Gemini? Mythology takes on a
At first there was a terror in the joy. The timely significance in the Space Age, but the true
wide vacancy of the air dazed them a charm of the myths lies in themselves. [From
glance downward made their brains reel. But Peter Lum, The Stars in our Heaven (Pantheon,
when a great wind filled their wings, and 1948).]
Icarus felt himself sustained, like a halcyon-
bird in the hollow of a wave, like a child Two bright by side in the constel-
stars lie side
uplifted by his mother, he forgot everything lation of Gemini. These are easily recognized,
in the world but joy. He forgot Crete and the for there is no other pair of stars of equal
other islands that he had passed over: he saw brilliance so close together in the Northern
but vaguely that winged thing in the distance Hemisphere, and they have always been
before him that was his father Daedalus. He thought to belong together. Most of the old
longed for one draft of flight to quench the stories and folklore, common to all myth-
thirst of his captivity: he stretched out his ologies, that tell of the adventures of twin
arms to the sky and made toward the highest heroes, have at some time or another woven
heavens. themselves around the figure of these twin
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 581
stars. They were the Dioscuri of the Greeks, electric conditions of the atmosphere and es-
the Twin Brethren of the Romans, the Du pecially in southern latitudes during thunder-
Paikar or Two Figures of the Persians; the storms, play like a star of light on the masts of
Egyptians knew them as Horus the Elder and ships, on treetops and on the wingtips of
Horus the Younger, the Phoenicians as Two airplanes, and which we commonly know as
Kids or Two Gazelles, and all these twins St. Elmo's Fire, were called by the names of
doubtless traced their origin back to still earli- Castor and Pollux. And thereafter it was cus-
er pairs. tomary for men to pray to the twins whenever
In classical legend the two stars were Cas- they were in great peril.
tor and Pollux, the famous twin heroes of Castor and Pollux were quick to come to
Greece and Rome
by whose names they are the aid of those who fought bravely. Macau-
still known They were the sons of
to us. lay's "Battle of Lake Regillus" retells an
Jupiter and Leda, wife of Tyndarus., King of old legend of how, on one occasion, when
Sparta, whom the ruler of the gods came the Roman army was hard pressed by their
courting in the form of a swan, and were Etruscan foes, their leader suddenly
therefore sometimes called the Ledean or the
Spartan stars; they were brothers of the beau- "... was aware of a stately pair,
tiful Helen for whom the Trojan war was That rode by his right hand.
fought. They were educated by the greatest So like were they no man
teachers of their day and were renowned for Might one from other know.
their immense strength and daring, Castor White as snow their armour was,
being especially skilled at riding and Pollux in Their steeds were white as snow."
boxing and the arts of war.
The twins were among the Argonauts who The Etruscans, overwhelmed by the sight
set sail with Jason in his quest for the Golden of immortal as well as mortal opponents,
Fleece. It was an incident during this voyage hesitated, broke their ranks, and were lost.
that supposedly gave them their reputation as While the victorious Romans were busy pur-
the patron saints of sailors and all who lead suing the disorganized armies of their foe
adventurous lives although, in fact, they across the plain, the two white-clad horsemen
had been invoked as guardians and protectors rode silently back to Rome, silently washed
of seamen in other lands long before the Argo their horses in the well and riding to the door
sailed on her first expedition. (Moreover, on of Vesta's temple, disappeared. All who saw
this occasion it was Orpheus who seems to them bowed their heads in awe, realizing that
have done the work, while Castor and Pollux these were no mortal horsemen and that the
simply took the credit.) gods had fought that day with Rome. A tem-
A sudden storm had come up while the ple was built to the twin heroes on the very
Argo was at sea and the great ship tossed and spot where they had bathed their horses, and
groaned in the grip of the gale. Well-built they became the patron deities of Rome.
thoug i she was, the crew feared for their ship Their likenesses appeared on the earliest sil-
and their own lives, for the fierceness of the ver coins of that city, and statues showing
storm was such that they had never seen its them on horseback with a star shining above
like before. But while the fury of the seas was the head of each are still to be seen there. July
at its height, Orpheus took up his harp and 15th, the day of the great battle at Lake
began to play the stirring melodies which he Regillus, was kept sacred in their name.
alone of gods ormen could charm forth from It was supposed that Pollux was originally
the ht art of that instrument. As he played, he immortal and his brother Castor was mortal.
called upon the gods to save them. Then the The twins fell in love with two beautiful
storm died away as suddenly as it had come sisters, who were unfortunately already be-
and t le seas grew calm, while at the same trothed to two other suitors. Castor and Pollux
time :win stars appeared shining over the thereupon challenged their rivals to do battle
heads of the twins Castor and Pollux. There- for the hands of the fair maidens and in the
after the strange lights which, in certain ensuing fight, although they slew both their
582 THE ORAL TRADITION
opponents, Castor also was mortally wound- fleeter and fleeter of foot, left each one of
ed. Pollux was so overcome with grief at the them far behind her. The youths who came to
loss of his twin, who was indeed half of his the race were so many, and the clamor they
own being, that he attempted to kill himself made after defeat was so great, that her
and rejoin his brother in the shadows of father made a law that, as he thought, would
Hades. This, being immortal, he could not do. lessen their number. The law that he made
Then he entreated Jupiter to help him, either was that the youth who came to race against
to let him die with his brother or to restore Atalanta and who lost the race should lose his
Castor to life and let them be united again on life into the bargain. After that the youths
earth. who had care for their lives stayed away from
Jupiter compromised. He ordained that the Boeotia.
pair should spend half of each day together in Once there came a youth from a far part of
the underworld, and half together in the light Greece into the country that Atalanta's father
of day, a solution which probably reflects the ruled over. Hippomenes was his name. He did
original character of the twin heroes; the not know of the race, but having come into
contrast between day and night and other the city and seeing the crowd of people, he
apparently contradictory natural phenomena. went with them to the course. He looked upon
At the same time Jupiter was so touched by the youths who were girded for the race, and
the devotion of Pollux to his brother that he he heard the folk say amongst themselves,
determined to reward him by making the "Poor youths, as mighty and as high-spirited
twins an everlasting symbol of brotherly love, as they look, by sunset the life will be out of
and so placed the immortal souls of both each of them, for Atalanta will run past them
heroes in the sky as two stars of equal bril- as she ran past the others." Then Hippome-
liance, close together in eternity as they had nes spoke to the folk in wonder, and they told
been in mortal life. him of Atalanta's race and of what would
befall the youths who were defeated in it.
"Unlucky youths," cried Hippomenes, "how
Atalanta's Race
foolish they are to try to win a bride at the
Atalanta had been forewarned not to marry, as price of their lives!"
marriage would be her ruin; therefore, she had Then, with pity in his heart, he watched
made a vow that she thought would stop any the youths prepare for the race. Atalanta had
suitor. But as one sees from this story, it did not; not yet taken her place, and he was fearful of
and her marriage was the cause of her ruin. She looking upon her. "She is a witch," he said to
and Hippomenes were so happy that they forgot himself; "she must be a witch to draw so
to pay honor to Venus, who caused them to be many youths to their deaths, and she, no
changed into a pair of lions. It is
interesting to doubt, will show in her face and figure the
note that the device of throwing the apples is the witch's spirit."
same one used in a Scandinavian fairy tale, The But even as he said this, Hippomenes saw
on the Class Hill. [From Padraic Colum,
Princess Atalanta. She stood with the youths before
The Golden Fleece, and the Heroes Who Lived they crouched for the first dart in the race. He
Before Achilles (Macmillan, 1921).] saw that she was a girl of a light and a lovely
form. Then they crouched for the race; then
There are two Atalantas, the Huntress
. . . the trumpets rang out, and the youths and the
and another who is noted for her speed of foot maiden darted like swallows over the sand of
and her delight in the race the daughter of the course.
Schoeneus, King of Boeotia, Atalanta of the On came Atalanta, far, far ahead of the
Swift Foot. youths who had started with her. Over her
So proud was she of her swiftness that she bare shoulders her hair streamed, blown
made a vow to the gods that none would be backward by the wind that met her flight. Her
her husband except the youth who won past fair neck shone, and her little feet were like
her in the race. Youth after youth came and flying doves. It seemed to Hippomenes as he
raced against her, but Atalanta, who grew watched her that there was fire in her lovely
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 583
body. On and on she went as swift as the upon them! You venture your life in the race,
arrow that the Scythian shoots from his bow. but indeed I am
not worthy of the price. Go
And as he watched the race, he was not sorry hence, O stranger youth; go hence and live
that the youths were being left behind. Rath- happily, for indeed I think that there is some
er would he have been enraged if one came maiden who loves you well."
near overtaking her, for now his heart was set "Nay, maiden," aid Hippomenes, "I will
upon winning her for his bride, and he cursed enter the race and I will venture my life on
himself for not having entered the race. the chance of winning you for my bride. What
She passed the last goal mark and she was good will my lif e and my spirit be to me if they
given the victor's wreath of flowers. Hippom- cannot win this race for me?"
enes stood and watched her and he did not see She drew away from him then and looked
the youths who had started with her they upon him no more, but bent down to fasten
had thrown themselves on the ground in their the sandals upon her feet. And the black-
despair. bearded king looked upon Hippomenes and
Then wild, as though he were one of the said, "Face, then, this race tomorrow. You
doomed youths, Hippomenes made his way will be the only one who will enter it. But
through the throng and came before the bethink thee of the doom that awaits thee at
black-bearded King of Boeotia. The king's the end of it." The king said no more, and
brows were knit, for even then he was pro- Hippomenes went from him and from Atalan-
nouncing doom upon the youths who had ta, and he came again to the place where the
been left behind in the race. He looked upon race had been run.
Hippomenes, another youth who would make He looked across the sandy course with its
the trial, and the frown became heavier upon goal marks, and in his mind he saw again
his face. Atalanta's swift race. He would not meet
But Hippomenes saw only Atalanta. She doom at the hands of the king's soldiers, he
came beside her father; the wreath was upon knew, for his spirit would leave him with the
her head of gold, and her eyes were wide and greatness of the effort he would make to
tender. She turned her face to him, and then reach the goal before her. And he thought it
she knew by the wildness that was in his look would be well to die in that effort and on that
that he had come to enter the race with her. sandy place that was so far from his own
Then the flush that was on her face died land.
away, and she shook her head as if she were Even as he looked across the sandy course
imploring him to go from that place. now deserted by the throng, he saw one move
The dark-bearded king bent his brows upon across it, coming toward him with feet that
him and said, "Speak, O youth, speak and tell did not seem to touch the ground. She was a
us what brings you here." woman of wonderful presence. As Hippome-
Then cried Hippomenes as if his whole life nes looked upon her, he knew that she was
were aursting out with his words: "Why does Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and of love.
this maiden, your daughter, seek an easy "Hippomenes," said the immortal goddess,
renown by conquering weakly youths in the "the gods are mindful of you who are sprung
race? She has not striven yet. Here stand I, from one of the gods, and I am mindful of you
one of the blood of Poseidon, the god of the because of your own worth. I have come to
sea. Should I be defeated by her in the race, help you in your race with Atalanta, for I
then, indeed, might Atalanta have something would not have you slain, nor would I have
to bo;ist of." that maiden go unwed. Give your greatest
At; lanta stepped forward and said: "Do not strength and your greatest swiftness to the
speat of it, youth. Indeed, I think that it is race, and behold! here are wonders that will
some god, envious of your beauty and your prevent the fleet-footed Atalanta from putting
stren ;th, who sent you here to strive with me all her spirit into the race."
and o meet your doom. Ah, think of the And then the immortal goddess held out to
youtf s who have striven with me even now! Hippomenes a branch that had upon it three
Thin) of the hard doom that is about to fall
.
apples of shining gold.
584 THE ORAL TRADITION
"In Cyprus," said the goddess, "where I touched the apples that were in his girdle.
have come from, there is a tree on which As it touched them, it came into his mind
these golden apples grow. Only I may pluck what to do with the apples.
them. I have brought them to you, Hippome- He was not far from her now, but already
nes.Keep them in your girdle, and in the race her swiftness was drawing her farther and
you will find out what to do with them, I farther away. He took one of the apples into
think." hishand and tossed it into the air so that it fell
So Aphrodite said, and then she vanished, on the track before her.
leaving a fragrance in the air and the three Atalanta saw the shining apple. She
shining apples in the hands of Hippomenes. checked her speed and stooped in the race to
Long he looked upon their brightness. They pick it up. And as she stooped, Hippomenes
were beside him that night, and when he darted past her, and went flying toward the
arose in the dawn he put them in his girdle. goal that now was within his sight.
Then, before the throng, he went to the place But soon she was beside him again. He
of the race. looked, and he saw that the goal marks were
When he showed himself beside Atalanta, far, far ahead of him. Atalanta with the
all around the course were silent, for they all flying hair passed him, and drew away and
admired Hippomenes for his beauty and for away from him. He had not speed to gain
the spirit that was in his face; they were upon her now, he thought, so he put his
silent out of compassion, for they knew the strength into his hand and he flung the sec-
doom that befell the youths who raced with ond of the shining apples. The apple rolled
Atalanta. before her and rolled off the course. Atalanta
And now Schoeneus, the black-bearded turned off the course, stooped and picked up
king, stood up, and he spoke to the throng, the apple.
saying: "Hear me all, both young and old: this Then did Hippomenes draw all his spirit
youth, Hippomenes, seeks to win the race into his breast as he raced on. He was now
from my daughter, winning her for his bride. nearer to the goal than she was. But he knew
Now, if he be victorious and escape death, I that she was behind him, going lightly where
will give him my dear child, Atalanta, and he went heavily. And then she went past him.
many fleethorses besides as gifts from me, She paused in her speed for a moment and
and in honor he shall go back to his native she looked back on him.
land. But if he fail in the race, then he will As he raced on, his chest seemed weighted
have to share the doom that has been meted down and his throat was crackling dry. The
out to the other youths who raced with Ata- goal marks were far away still, but Atalanta
lanta hoping to win her for a bride." was nearing them. He took the last of the
Then Hippomenes and Atalanta crouched golden apples into his hand. Perhaps she was
for the start. The trumpets were sounded and now so far that the strength of his throw
they darted off. would not be great enough to bring the apple
Side by side with Atalanta Hippomenes before her.
went. Her flying hair touched his breast, and But with all the strength he could put into
it seemed to him that they were skimming the his hand he flung the apple. It struck the
sandy course as if they were swallows. But course before her feet and then went bound-
then Atalanta began to draw away from him. ing wide. Atalanta swerved in her race and
He saw her ahead of him, and then he began followed where the apple went. Hippomenes
to hear the words of cheer that came from the marveled that he had been able to fling it so
"Bend to the race, Hippomenes! Go far. He saw Atalanta stoop to pick up the
throng
on, go on! Use your strength to the utmost!" apple, and he bounded on. And then, al-
He bent himself to the race, but farther and though his strength was failing, he saw the
farther from him Atalanta drew. goal marks near him. He set his feet between
Then it seemed to him that she checked her them and then fell down on the ground.
swiftness a little to look back at him. He The attendants raised him up and put the
gained on her a little. And then his hand victor's wreath upon his head. The concourse
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 585
of people shouted with joy to see him victor. Among the worshipers of Pan was a certain
But he looked around for Atalanta and he saw Midas,who had a strange story. Once a king
her standing there with the golden apples in of great wealth, he had chanced to befriend
her hands. "He has won," he heard her say, Dionysus, god of the vine, and when he was
"and I have not to hate myself for bringing a asked to choose some good gift in return, he
doom upon him. Gladly, gladly do I give up prayed that everything he touched might be
the race, and glad am I that it is this youth turned into gold. Dionysus smiled a little
who has won the victory from me." when he heard this foolish prayer, but he
She took his hand and brought him before granted it. Within two days King Midas
the king. Then Schoeneus, in the sight of all learned the secret of that smile, and begged
the rejoicing people, gave Atalanta to Hip- the god to take away thegift that was a curse.
pomenes for his bride, and he bestowed upon He had touched everything that belonged to
him also a great gift of horses. With, his dear him, and little joy did he have of his posses-
and hard won bride, Hippomenes went to his sions! His palace was as yellow a home as a
own country, and the apples that she brought dandelion to a bee, but not half so sweet. Row
with her, the golden apples of Aphrodite, upon row of stiff golden trees stood in his
were reverenced by the people. garden; they no longer knew a breeze when
they heard it. When he sat down to eat, his
feast turned to treasure uneatable. He
learned that a king may starve, and he came
The Judgment of Midas
to see that gold cannot replace the live, warm
Midas was the name of several Phrygian kings. gifts of the Earth. Kindly Dionysus took back
Ovid (Metamorphoses, xi, 85-145) tells how our the charm, but from that day King Midas so
legendary Midas came into contact with Dionysus hated gold that he chose to live far from
(god of the vine), who, as a reward for helping luxury, among the woods and fields. Even
him, granted Midas' request to have everything here he was not to go free from misadventure.
he touched turn into gold. When Midas realized Tmolus gave the word, and Pan uprose
he would starve to death, he successfully begged with his syrinx, and blew upon the reeds a
to be freed from this power. Still Midas did not melody so wild and yet so coaxing that the
learn his lesson. He became a follower of Pan, the squirrels came, as if at a call, and the birds
woodland god of hunters, fishermen, and shep- hopped down in rows. The trees swayed with
herds, who played the reed pipes so beautifully a longing to dance, and the fauns looked at
that all
living things mourned or rejoiced accord-
one another and laughed for joy. To their
power so went to Pan's head
ing to iis tune. This furry little ears, it was the sweetest music
that ho challenged Apollo to a contest of ability. that could be.
Apollo saw fit to punish not Pan but his faithful But Tmolus bowed before Apollo, and the
followsr Midas, who remained loyal to Pan. sun-god rose with his golden lyre in his hands.
[From Josephine Preston Peabody, Old Creek As he moved, light shook out of his radiant
Folk S'ories 7b/cMnew(Houghton Mifflin, 1897).] hair as raindrops are showered from the
leaves. His trailing robes were purple, like the
Pan came at length to be such a wonderful clouds that temper the glory of a sunset, so
piper with his syrinx (for so he named his that one may look upon it. He touched the
flute) that he challenged Apollo to make bet- strings of his lyre, and all things were silent
ter rrmsic if he could. Now the sun-god was with joy. He made music, and the woods
also t le greatest of divine musicians, and he dreamed. The fauns and satyrs were quite
resoh ed to punish the vanity of the country- still; and the wild creatures crouched, blink-
god, and so consented to the test. For judge ing, under a charm of light that they could not
they :hose the mountain Tmolus, since no understand. To hear such a music cease was
one if so old and wise as the hills. And, since like bidding farewell to father and mother.
Tmol is could not leave his home, to him went With one accord they fell at the feet of
Pan i nd Apollo, each with his followers, ore- Apollo, and Tmolus proclaimed the victory
ads a id dryads, fauns, satyrs, and centaurs. his. Only one voice disputed that award.
586 THE ORAL TRADITION
Midas refused to acknowledge Apollo lord the secret, and suffered so much from keep-
of music perhaps because the looks of the ing it to himself that he had to unburden his
god dazzled his eyes unpleasantly, and put mind at last. Out into the meadows he went,
him in mind of his foolish wish years before. hollowed a little place in the turf, whispered
For him there was no music in a golden lyre! the strange news into it quite softly, and
But Apollo would not leave such dull ears heaped the earth over again. Alas! a bed of
unpunished. At a word from him they grew reeds sprang up there before long, and whis-
long, pointed, furry, and able to turn this way pered in turn to the grass-blades. Year after
and that (like a poplar leaf) a plain warning year they grew again, ever gossiping among
to musicians. Midas had the ears of an ass, themselves; and to this day, with every wind
for everyone to see ! that sets them nodding together, they mur-
For a long time the poor man hid this oddity mur, laughing, "Midas has the ears of an
with such skill that we might never have ass: Oh, hush, hush!"
heard of it. But one of his servants learned
Norse Myths
Odin Goes to Mimir's Well Mimir's Well, which was near to Jotunheim,
he came upon a Giant riding on a great Stag.
Odin, the All-father, was supreme among gods Odin seemed a man to men and a giant
and men. He was the god of wisdom, knowledge,
to giants. He went beside the Giant on the
and poetry. He was also the god of war and of the
great Stag and the two talked together.
dead. In Valhalla, he presided over the banquets
"Who art thou, O brother?" Odin asked the
of the heroes who were slain in battle. Seated on
Giant.
his throne in his golden palace, Gladsheim, he
"I am Vafthrudner, the wisest of the Gi-
looked out over all the world. Perched on his
ants," said the one who was riding on the
shoulders were his two black ravens, Hugin
Stag. Odin knew him then. Vafthrudner was
(Thought) and Munin (Memory), who flew daily indeed the wisest of the Giants, and many
over the earth and brought back news to him.
went to strive to gain wisdom from him. But
When they told him only of shadows and dark those who went to him had to answer the
forebodings, Odin felt that he must seek more riddles Vafthrudner asked, and if they failed
wisdom. Then it was that he told his queenly wife
to answer the Giant took their heads off.
Frigga that he must leave Asgard for a while
and
"I am Vegtam the Wanderer," Odin said,
go to Mimir's Well, there to change what knowl- "and I know who thou art, O Vafthrudner. I
edge he had into wisdom so that he might deal as would strive to learn something from thee."
wisely as possible with the dark events when they The Giant laughed, showing his teeth. "Ho,
happened. [From Padraic Colum, The Children of ho," he said, "I am ready for a game with
Odin (Macmillan, 1920).]
thee. Dost thou know the stakes? My head to
thee if I cannot answer any question thou wilt
And so Odin, no longer riding on Sleipner, his ask. And if thou canst not answer any ques-
eight-legged steed; no longer wearing his tion that I may ask, then thy head goes to me.
golden armour and his eagle-helmet, and Ho, ho, ho. And now let us begin."
without even his spear in his hand, travelled "I am
ready," Odin said.
through Midgard, the World of Men, and "Then tell me," said Vafthrudner, "tell me
made his way towards Jbtunheim, the Realm the name of the river that divides Asgard
of the Giants. from Jotunheim?"
No longer was he called Odin All-Father, "Ifling is the name of that river," said
but Vegtam the Wanderer. He wore a cloak of Odin. "Ifling that is dead cold, yet never
dark blue and he carried a traveller's staff in frozen."
his hands. And now, as he went towards "Thou hast answered rightly, O Wander-
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 587
er," said the Giant. "But thou hast still to Almost he would have turned back to Asgard,
answer other questions. What are the names giving up his quest for wisdom.
of the horses that Day and Night drive across He went on, turning neither to Asgard nor
the sky?" to Mimir's Well. And when he went towards
"Skinfaxe and Hrimfaxe," Odin answered. the South he saw Muspelheim, where stood
Vafthrudner was startled to hear one say the Surtur with the Flaming Sword, a terrible
names that were known only to the Gods and figure, who would one day join the Giants in
to the wisest of the Giants. There was only their war against the Gods. And when he
one question now that he might ask before it turned North he heard the roaring of the
came to the stranger's turn to ask him ques- cauldron Hvergelmer as it poured itself out of
tions. Niflheim, the place of darkness and dread.
"Tell me," said Vafthrudner, "what is the And Odin knew that the world must not be
name on which the last battle will
of the plain left between Surtur, who would destroy it
be fought?" with fire, and Niflheim, that would gather it
"The Plain of Vigard," said Odin, "the back to Darkness and Nothingness. He, the
plain that is a hundred miles long and a eldest of the Gods, would have to win the
hundred miles across." wisdom that would help to save the world.
It was now Odin's turn to ask Vafthrudner And so, with his face stern in front of his
questions. "What will be the last words that loss and pain, Odin All-Father turned and
Odin will whisper into the ear of Baldur, his went towards Mimir's Well. It was under the
dear son?" he asked. great root of Yggdrasill the root that grew
Very startled was the Giant Vafthrudner at out of Jbtunheim. And there sat Mimir, the
that question. He sprang to the ground and Guardian of the Well of Wisdom, with his
looked at the stranger keenly. deep eyes bent upon the deep water. And
"Only Odin knows what his last words to Mimir, who had drunk every day from the
Baldur will be," he said, "and only Odin Well of Wisdom, knew who it was that stood
would have asked that question. Thou art before him.
Odin, O Wanderer, and thy question I cannot "Hail, Odin, Eldest of the Gods," he said.
answer." Then Odin made reverence to Mimir, the
"Then," said Odin, "if thou wouldst keep wisest of the world's being. "I would drink
thy head, answer me this: what price will from your well, Mimir," he said.
Mimir ask draught from the Well of
for a "There is a price to be paid. All who have
Wisdom that he guards?" come here to drink have shrunk from paying
"He will ask thy right eye as a price, O that price. Will you, Eldest of the Gods, pay
Odin," said Vafthrudner. it?"
"Will he ask no less a price than that?" said "I will not shrink from the price that has to
Odin. be paid, Mimir," said Odin All-Father.
"H'3 will ask less a price. Many have
no "Then drink," said Mimir. He filled up a
come to himdraught from the Well of
for a great horn with water from the well and gave
Wisdom, but no one yet has given the price it to Odin.
Mimir asks. I have answered thy question, O Odin took the horn in both his hands and
Odin. Now give up thy claim to my head and drank and drank. And as he drank all the
letm 3 go on my way." future became clear to him. He saw all the
"I give up my claim to thy head," said sorrows and troubles that would fall upon
Odin Then Vafthrudner, the wisest of the Men and Gods. But he saw, too, why the
Giam s, went on his way, riding on his great sorrows and troubles had to fall, and he saw
Stag. how they might be borne so that Gods and
Itvas a terrible price that Mimir would ask
^
Men, by being noble in the days of sorrow and
for adraught from the Well of Wisdom, and trouble, would leave in the world a force that
very troubled was Odin All-Father when it one day, a day that was far off indeed, would
was 'evealed to him. His right eye! For all destroy the evil that brought terror and sor-
time to be without the sight of his right eye! row and despair into the world.
588 THE ORAL TRADITION
Then when he had drunk out of the great Father's seat. "But if I could see my sister
horn that Mimir had given him, he put his once I should be contented," said Frey to
hand to his face and he plucked out his right himself, "and no harm can come to me if I
eye. Terrible was the pain that Odin All- look out on the world."
Father endured. But he made no groan nor He came to the top of Hlidskjalf. He seated
moan. He bowed his head and put his cloak himself on Odin's lofty seat. He looked out on
before his face, as Mimir took the eye and let the world. He saw Midgard, the World of Men,
itsink deep, deep into the water of the Well of with its houses and towns, its farms and
Wisdom. And there the Eye of Odin stayed, people. Beyond Midgard he saw Jotunheim,
shining up through the water, a sign to all the Realm of the Giants, terrible with its dark
who came to that place of the price that the mountains and its masses of snow and ice. He
Father of the Gods had paid for his wisdom. saw Freya as she went upon her wanderings,
and he marked that her face was turned
How Frey Won Gerda towards Asgard and that her steps were lead-
the Giant Maiden ing towards the City of the Gods. "I have
contented myself by looking from Hlidskjalf,"
How Frey Won Gerda the Giant Maiden is the said Frey to himself, "and no harm has come
most allegorical of themyths given here. Frey, to me."
god of spring, and sunshine, woos Cerda,
rain, But even as he spoke his gaze was drawn to
thus in spring starting the growth of seeds that a dwelling that stood in the middle of the ice
have been lying fallow all winter. But only with and snow of Jotunheim. Long he gazed upon
the help of Skirner, the warm south wind, can that dwelling without knowing why he looked
Frey bring about the warm days with their grow- that way. Then the door of the house was
ing vegetation. [From Padraic Colum, The Chil- opened and a Giant maiden stood within the
dren of Odin (Macmillan, 1920).] doorway. Frey gazed and gazed on her. So
great wasthe beauty of her face that it was
Frey, chief of the Vanir, longed to have sight like starlight in thatdark land. She looked
of his sister who had been from Asgard for so from the doorway of the house, and then
long. (You must know that this happened turned and went within, shutting the door.
during the time when Freya was wandering Frey sat on Odin's high seat for long. Then
through the world, seeking her husband, the he went down the steps of the Tower and
lost Odur.) Now there was in Asgard a place passed by the two wolves, Geri and Freki, that
from which one could overlook the world and looked threateningly upon him. He went
have a glimpse of all who wandered there. through Asgard, but he found no one to please
That place was Hlidskjalf, Odin's lofty him in the City of the Gods. That night sleep
Watch-Tower. did not come to him, for his thoughts were
High up into the blue of the air that Tower fixed upon the loveliness of the Giant maid he
went. Frey came to it and he knew that Odin had looked upon. And when morning came he
All-Father was not upon Hlidskjalf Only the
. was filled with loneliness because he thought
two wolves, Geri and Freki, that crouched himself so far from her. He went to Hlidskjalf
beside Odin's seat at the banquet, were there, again, thinking to climb the Tower and have
and they stood in the way of Frey's entrance sight of her once more. But now the two
to the Tower. But Frey spoke to Geri and Freki wolves, Geri and Freki, bared their teeth at
in the language of the Gods, and Odin's him and would not let him pass, although he
wolves had to let him pass. spoke to them again in the language of the
But, as he went up the steps within the Gods.
Tower, Frey, chief of the Vanir, knew that he He went and spoke to wise Nibrd, his fa-
was doing a fateful thing. For none of the ther. "She whom you have seen, my son" said
High Gods, not even Thor, the Defender of Niord, "is Gerda, the daughter of the Giant
Asgard, nor Baldur, the Best-beloved of the Gymer. You must give over thinking of her.
Gods, had ever climbed to the top of that Your love for her would be an ill thing
Tower and seated themselves upon the All- for you."
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 589
"Why should it be an ill thing for me?" Frey He drew the magic sword from his belt and
asked. he placed itin Skirnir's hand. 'I give you my
"Because you would have to give that sword, Skirnir," he said. "Take my message
which you prize most for the sake of coming to Gerda, Gymer's daughter. Show her this
to her." gold and these precious jewels, and say I love
"That which I prize most," said Frey, "is her, and that I claim her love."
my magic sword." "I shall bring the maid to you," said Skirnir
"You will have to give your magic sword," the Venturesome.
said his father, the wise Nibrd. "But how wilt thou get to Jbtunheim?" said
"I will give it," said Frey, loosening his Frey, suddenly remembering how dark the
magic sword from his belt. Giants' land was and how terrible were the
"Bethink thee, my son," said Nibrd. "If approaches to it.
thou givest thy sword, what weapon wilt thou "Oh, with a good horse and a good sword
have on the day of Ragnarbk, when the Gi- one can get anywhere," said Skirnir. "My
ants will make war upon the Gods?" horse is a mighty horse, and you have given
Frey did not speak, but he thought the day me your sword of magic. To-morrow I shall
of Ragnarbk was far off. "I cannot live with- make the journey."
out Gerda," he said, as he turned away. Skirnir rode across Bifrbst, the Rainbow
There was one in Asgard who was called Bridge, laughing out of his wide mouth and
Skirnir. He was a venturesome being who his blue eyes at Heimdall, the Warder of the
never cared what he said or did. To no one Bridge to Asgard. His mighty horse trod the
else but Skirnir could Frey bring himself to earth of Midgard, and swam the river that
tell of the trouble that had fallen on him the divides Midgard, the World of Men, from
trouble that was
the punishment for his plac- Jbtunheim, the Realm of the Giants. He rode
ing himself on the seat of the All-Father. on heedlessly and recklessly, as he did all
Skirnir laughed when he heard Frey's tale. things. Then out of the iron forests came the
"Thou, a Van, in love with a maid of Jbtun- monstrous wolves of Jbtunheim, to tear and
heim! This is fun indeed! Will ye make a devour him and his mighty horse. It was well
marriage of it?" for Skirnir that he had in his belt Frey's magic
"Would that I might even speak to her or sword. Its edge slew and its gleam frighted
send a message of love to her," said Frey. the monstrous beasts. On and on Skirnir rode
"But I may not leave my watch over the on his mighty horse. Then he came to a wall
Elves." of fire. No other horse but his mighty horse
"Arid if I should take a message to Gerda," could go through it. Skirnir rode through the
said Skirnir the Venturesome, "what would fire and came to the dale in which was
to go by my side. I want something to use in mighty hounds that guarded Gymer's dwell-
my h;.nd. Give me the magic sword you own." ing came and bayed around him. But the
Frey thought upon what his father said, gleam of the magic sword kept them away.
that I e would be left weaponless on the day of Skirnir backed his horse to the door, and
Ragn irbk, when the Giants would make war made his horse's hooves strike against it.
upon the Gods and when Asgard would be Gymer was in the feast hall drinking with
endangered. He thought upon this, and drew his Giant friends, and he did not hear the
back from Skirnir, and for a while he re- baying of the hounds nor the clatter that
main ;d in thought. And all the time thick-set Skirnir made before the door. But Gerda sat
Skirn i was laughing at him out of his wide spinning with her maidens in the hall. "Who
mout i and his blue eyes. Then Frey said to comes to Gymer's door?" she said.
hims< If, "The day of Ragnarbk is far off, and I "A warrior upon a mighty horse," said one
cannot live without Gerda." of the maidens.
590 THE ORAL TRADITION
"Even though he be an enemy and one who With this blade I shall touch thee,
slew my brother, yet shall we open the door to And leave thee bespelled.
him and give him a cup of Gymer's mead,"
said Gerda. She lifted herself on her knees and cried
One of the maidens opened the door and out to Skirnir to spare her from the spell of the
Skirnir entered Gymer's dwelling. He knew magic sword.
Gerda amongst her maidens. He went to her "Only if thou wilt give thy love to Frey,"
and showed her the rich gold and the pre- said Skirnir.
cious jewels that he had brought from Frey. "I will give my love to him," said Gerda.
"These are for you, fairest Gerda," he said, "if "Now put up thy magic sword and drink a cup
will give your love to Frey, the Chief of of mead and depart from Gymer's dwelling."
you
the Vanir." "I will not drink a cup of your mead nor
"Show your gold and jewels to other maid- shall I depart from Gymer's dwelling until
ens," said Gerda. "Gold and jewels will never you yourself say that you will meet and speak
meto give my love." with Frey."
bring
Then Skirnir the Venturesome, the heed- "I will meet and speak with him," said
saying a spell over her: horse, found Frey standing waiting for him
beside Heimdall, the Warder of the Bridge to
Gerd, I will curse thee; Asgard.
Yes, with this magic "What news dost thou bring me?" cried
Blade I shall touch thee; Frey. "Speak, Skirnir, before thou dost dis-
Such is its power mount from thine horse."
That, like a thistle, "In nine nights from this thou mayst meet
Withered 'twill leave thee, Gerda in Barri Wood," said Skirnir. He looked
Like a thistle the wind at him, laughing out of his wide mouth and
Strips from the roof. his blue eyes. But Frey turned away, saying to
himself:
Hearing these terrible words and the
strange hissings of the magic sword, Gerda Long is one day;
threw herself on the ground, crying out for Long, long two.
pity. But Skirnir stood above her, and the Can I live through
magic sword flashed and hissed over her. Nine long days?
Skirnir sang:
Long indeed were these days for Frey. But
More ugly I'll leave thee the ninth day came and in the evening Frey
Than maid ever was; went to Barri Wood. And there he met Gerda,
Thou wilt be mocked at the Giant maid. She was as fair as when he
By men and by Giants; had seen her before the door of Gymer's
A Dwarf only will wed thee; house. And when she saw Frey, so tall and
Now on this instant noble looking, the Giant's daughter was glad
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 591
that Skirnir the Venturesome had made her adventure when one meets it single-handed.
promise to come to Barri Wood. They gave It was a fine game for Odin to see how near he
each other rings of gold. It was settled that could come to danger without feeling the grip
the Giant maid should come as a bride to of its teeth. But sometimes, when he wanted
Asgard. company, he would whisper to his two broth-
ers, Hoenir and red Loki. They three would
The Magic Apples creep out of the palace by the back way; and,
with a finger on the lip to Heimdal, the watch-
Hoenir is Odin create the first
said to have helped man, would silently steal over the rainbow
human beings; was natural for
therefore,
it bridge which led from Asgard into the places
Hoenir to be Odin's companion on any adven- of men and dwarfs and giants.
ture. As for Loki, he was always ready for adven- Wonderful adventures they had, these
ture or mischief. It is
interesting to compare this three, with Loki to help make things happen.
story with that episode of the Nibelungenlied in Loki was a sly, mischievous fellow, full of his
which the giants get from Wotan (Odin) Freia, pranks and his capers, not always kindly
whose presence is necessary to the well-being of ones. But he was clever, as well as malicious;
the gods; in this story they must not only get and when he had pushed folk into trouble, he
Idun, but the apples that keep the gods young could often help them out again, as safe as
and strong. In both stories Odin is
helpless in ever. He could be the jolliest of companions
retrieving the loss; Loki is successful in each when he chose, and Odin liked his merriment
case. [From Abbie Farwell Brown, In the Days of and his witty talk.
Giants (Houghton Mifflin, 1902).] One day Loki did something which was no
mere jest nor easily forgiven,for it brought all
It isnot very amusing to be a king. Father Asgard into danger. And after that Father
Odin often grew tired of sitting all day long Odin and his children thought twice before
upon his golden throne in Valhalla above the inviting Loki to join them in any journey or
heavens. He wearied of welcoming the new undertaking. This which I am about to tell
heroes whom the Valkyries brought him from was the first really wicked deed of which Loki
wars upon the earth, and of watching the old was found guilty, though I am sure his red
heroes fight their daily deathless battles. He beard had dabbled in secret wrongs before.
wearied of his wise ravens, and the constant One night the three high gods, Odin,
gossip which they brought him from the four Hoenir, and Loki, stole away from Asgard in
corners of the world; and he longed to escape search of adventure. Over mountains and
from every one who knew him to some place deserts, great rivers and stony places, they
where he could pass for a mere stranger, wandered until they grew very hungry. But
instead of the great king of the Aesir, the there was not food to be found not even a
mightiest being in the whole universe, of berry or a nut.
whom every one was afraid. Oh, how footsore and tired they were! And
Sorretimes he longed so much that he oh, how faint! The worst of it ever is that as
could lot bear it. Then he would run away. you must often have noticed the heavier
He disguised himself as a tall old man, with one's feet grow, the lighter and more hollow
white hair and a long gray beard. Around his becomes one's stomach; which seems a
shoulcers he threw a huge blue cloak, that strange thing, when you think of it. If only
coverc d him from top to toe, and over his face one's feet became as light as the rest of one
he pu led a big slouch hat, to hide his eyes. feels, folk could fairly fly with hunger. Alas!
For hi eyes Odin could not change
> no ma- this is not so.
gician has ever learned how to do that. One The three Aesir drooped and drooped, and
was empty; he had given the eye to the giant seemed on the point of starving, when they
Mimir exchange for wisdom.
in came to the edge of a valley. Here, look-
Usi ally Odin loved to go upon these wan- ing down, they saw a herd of oxen feeding on
dering s alone; for an adventure is a double the grass.
592 THE ORAL TRADITION
"Hola!" shouted Loki. "Behold our sup- tree. Dear me! What a mighty bird he was!
per!" Going down into the valley, they caught Eight feet across the wings was the smallest
and killed one of the oxen, and, building a measure, and his claws were as long and
great bonfire, hung up the meat to roast. Then strong as ice-hooks. He fanned the air like a
the three sat around the fire and smacked whirlwind as he flew down to perch beside the
their lips, waiting for the meat to cook. They bonfire. Then in his beak and claws he seized
waited for a long time. a leg and both shoulders of the ox, and started
"Surely, it is done now," said Loki, at last; to fly away.
and he took the meat from the fire. Strange to "Hold, thief!" roared Loki angrily, when he
say, however, it was raw as ere the fire was saw how much the eagle was taking. "That is
lighted. What could it mean? Never before not your share; you are no lion, but you are
had meat required so long a time to roast. taking the lion's share of our feast. Begone,
They made the fire brighter and re-hung the Scarecrow, and leave the meat as you found
beef for a thorough basting, cooking it even it!" Thereat, seizing a pole, he struck at the
longer than they had done at first. When eagle with all his might.
again they came to carve the meat, they Then a strange thing happened. As the
found it still uneatable. Then, indeed, they great bird flapped upward with his prey, giv-
looked at one another in surprise. ing a scream of malicious laughter, the pole
"What can this mean?" cried Loki, with which Loki still held stuck fast to the eagle's
round eyes. back, and Loki was unable to let go of the
"There is some trick!" whispered Hoenir, other end.
looking around as if he expected to see a fairy "Help, help!" he shouted to Odin and to
or a witch meddling with the food. Hoenir, as he felt himself lifted off his feet.
"We must find out what this mystery beto- But they could not help him. "Help, help!" he
kens," said Odin thoughtfully. Just then there screamed, as the eagle flew with him, now
was a strange sound in the oak-tree under high, now low, through brush and bog and
which they had built their fire. briar, over treetops and the peaks of moun-
"What that?" Loki shouted, springing to
is tains. On and on they went, until Loki
his feet. tree, and far
They looked up into the thought his arm would be pulled out, like a
above in the branches, near the top, they weed torn up by the roots. The eagle would
spied an enormous eagle, who was staring not listen to his cries nor pause in his flight,
down them, and making a queer sound, as
at until Loki was almost dead with pain and
if he were laughing. fatigue.
"Ho-ho!" croaked the eagle. "I know why "Hark you, Loki," screamed the eagle,
your meat will not cook. It is all my doing, going a little more slowly; "no one can help
masters." you except me. You are bewitched, and you
The three Aesir stared in surprise. Then cannot pull away from this pole, nor loose the
Odin said sternly: "Who are you, Master Ea- pole from me, until I choose. But if you will
gle? And what do you mean by those rude promise what I ask, you shall go free."
words?" Then Loki groaned: "O eagle, only let me
"Give me my share of the ox, and you shall go, and me who you really are, and I will
tell
see," rasped the eagle, in his harsh voice. promise whatever you wish."
"Give me my share, and you will find that The eagle answered: "I am the giant
your meat will cook as fast as you please." Thiasse, the enemy of the Aesir. But you
Now the three on the ground were nearly ought to love me, Loki, for you yourself mar-
famished. So, although it seemed very ried a giantess."
strange to be arguing with an eagle, they Loki moaned: "Oh, yes! I dearly love all my
cried, as if in one voice: "Come down, then, wife's family, great Thiasse. Tell me what
and take your share." They thought that, you want of me?"
being a mere bird, he would want but a small "I want this," quoth Thiasse gruffly. "I am
piece. growing old, and I want the apples which
The eagle flapped down from the top of the Idun keeps in her golden casket, to make
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 593
me young again. You must get them for his claws. Falling on a soft bed of moss Loki
me." jumped up and ran back to his traveling
Now these apples were the fruit of a magic companions, who were
glad and surprised to
tree, and were more beautiful to look at and see him again. They had feared that the eagle
more delicious to taste than any fruit that was carrying him away to feed his young
ever grew. The best thing about them was eaglets in some far-off nest. Ah, you may be
that whoever tasted one, be he ever so old, sure that Loki did not tell them who the eagle
grew young and strong again. The apples really was, nor confess the wicked promise
belonged to a beautiful lady named Idun, who which he had made about Idun and her
kept them in a golden casket. Every morning apples.
the Aesir came to her to be refreshed and After that the three went back to Asgard,
made over by a bite of her precious fruit. That for they had had adventure enough for one
is why in Asgard no one ever waxed old or day.
ugly. Even Father Odin, Hoenir, and Loki, the The days flew by, and the time came when
three travelers who had seen the very begin- Loki must fulfill his promise to Thiasse. So
ning of everything, when the world was one morning he strolled out into the meadow
made, were still sturdy and young. And so where Idun loved to roam among the flowers.
long as Idun kept her apples safe, the faces of There he found her, sitting by a tiny spring,
the family who sat about the table of Valhalla holding her precious casket of apples on her
would be rosy and fair like the faces of lap. She was combing her long golden hair,
children. which fell from under a wreath of spring
"O friend giant!" cried Loki. "You know not flowers, and she was very beautiful. Her
what you ask! The apples are the most pre- green robe was embroidered with buds and
cious treasure of Asgard, and Idun keeps blossoms of silk in many colors, and she
watch over them as if they were dearer to her wore a golden girdle about her waist. She
than life itself. I never could steal them from smiled as Loki came, and tossed him a posy,
her, Thiasse; for at her call all Asgard would saying: "Good-morrow, red Loki. Have you
rush to the rescue, and trouble would buzz come for a bite of my apples? I see a wrinkle
about my ears like a hive of bees let loose." over each of your eyes which I can smooth
"Then you must steal Idun herself, apples away."
and all. For the apples I must have, and you "Nay, fair lady," answered Loki politely, "I
have promised, Loki, to do my bidding." have just nibbled of another apple, which I
Loki sniffed and thought, thought and found this morning. Verily, I think it is sweet-
sniffed again. Already his mischievous heart er and more magical than yours."
was planning how he might steal Idun away. Idun was hurt and surprised.
He could hardly help laughing to think how "That cannot be, Loki," she cried. "There
angry the Aesir would be when they found are no apples anywhere like mine. Where
their beauty-medicine gone forever. But he found you this fine fruit?" and she wrinkled
hoped when he had done this trick
that, for up her little nose scornfully.
Thiasse, now and then the giant would let "Oho! I will not tell any one the place,"
him h ive a nibble of the
magic apples; so that chuckled Loki, "except that it is not far, in a
Loki I imself would remain young long after little wood. There is a gnarled old apple tree,
the other Aesir were grown old and feeble. and on its branches grow the most beautiful
This thought suited Loki's malicious nature red-cheeked apples you ever saw. But you
well. could never find it."
"I t link I can manage it for you, Thiasse," "I should like to see these apples, Loki, if
he sai 1 craftily. "In a week I promise to bring only to prove how far less good they are than
Idun md her apples to you. But you must not
; mine. Will you bring me some?"
forget the great risk which I am running, nor "That I will not," said Loki teasingly. "Oh,
that I am your relative by marriage. I may no! I have my own magic apples now, and
have favor to ask in return, Thiasse."
i folk will be coming to me for help instead of
Th( n the eagle gently dropped Loki from to you."
594 THE ORAL TRADITION
Idun began to coax him, as he had guessed loveliest,was afraid to look in her mirror, and
that she would: "Please, please, Loki, show Balder, the beautiful, grew pale and haggard.
me the place!" The happy land of Asgard was like a garden
"Well, then, because I love you, Idun, bet- over which a burning wind had blown all
ter than all the rest, I will show you the place, the flower-faces were faded and withered,
if you will come with me. But it must be a and springtime was turned into yellow fall.
secret no one must ever know." If Idun and her apples were not quickly
All girls like secrets. found, the gods seemed likely to shrivel and
"Yes yes!" cried Idun eagerly. "Let us blow away like autumn leaves. They held a
stealaway now, while no one is looking." council to inquire into the matter, endeavor-
This was just what Loki hoped for. ing to learn who had seen Idun last, and
"Bring your own apples," he said, "that we whither she had gone. It turned out that one
may compare them with mine. But I know morning Heimdal had seen her strolling out
mine are better." of Asgard with Loki, and no one had seen her
"I know mine all the world,"
are the best in since. Then the gods understood; Loki was
returned Idun, pouting. "I will bring them, to the last person who had been with her this
show you the difference." must be one of Loki's tricks. They were filled
Off they started together, she with the gold- with anger. They seized and bound Loki and
en casket under her arm; and Loki chuckled brought him before the council. They threat-
wickedly as they went. He led her for some ened him with torture and with death unless
distance farther than she had ever strayed he should tell the truth. And Loki was so
before, and at last she grew frightened. frightened that finally he confessed what he
"Where are you taking me, Loki?" she had done.
cried. "You said it was not far. I see no little Then indeed there was horror in Asgard.
wood, no old apple tree." Idun stolen away by a wicked giant! Idun and
"It is just beyond, just a little step beyond," her apples lost, and Asgard growing older
he answered. So on they went. But that little every minute! What was to be done? Big Thor
step took them beyond the boundary of seized Loki and threw him up in the air again
Asgard just a little step beyond, into the and again, so that his heels touched first the
space where the giants lurked and waited for moon and then the sea; you can still see the
mischief. marks upon the moon's white face. "If you do
Then there was a rustling of wings, and not bring Idun back from the land of your
whirr-rr-rr! Down came Thiasse in his eagle wicked wife, you shall have worse than this!"
dress. Before Idun suspected what was hap- he roared. "Go and bring her now."
pening, he fastened his claws into her girdle "How can I do that?" asked Loki, trem-
and flapped away with her, magic apples and bling.
all, to his palace in Jbtunheim, the Land of "That is for you to find," growled Thor.
Giants. "Bring her you must. Go!"
to Asgard, thinking that he
Loki stole back Loki thought for a moment. Then he said:
was quite safe, and that no one would discov- "I will bring her back if Freia will loan me her
er his villainy. At first Idun was not missed. falcon dress. The giant dresses as an eagle. I,
But after a little the gods began to feel signs too, must guise me as a bird, or we cannot
of age, and went for their usual bite of her outwit him."
apples. Then they found that she had disap- Then Freia hemmed and hawed. She did
peared, and a great terror fell upon them. not wish to loan her feather dress, for it was
Where had she gone? Suppose she should not very precious. But all the Aesir begged; and
come back! finally she consented.
The hours and days went by, and still she It was a beautiful great dress of brown
did not return. Their fright became almost a feathers and gray, and in it Freia loved to
panic. Their hair began to turn gray, and their skim like a falcon among the clouds and
limbs grew stiff and gouty so that they hob- stars. Loki put it on, and when he had done so
bled down Asgard streets. Even Freia, the he looked exactly like a great brown hawk.
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 595
Only liis bright black eyes remained the hour's start. Presently Loki heard behind him
same, glancing here and there, so that they the shrill scream of a giant eagle, and his
lost sight of nothing. heart turned sick. But he had crossed the
With a whirr of his wings Loki flew off to great river, and already was in sight of As-
the north, across mountains and valleys and gard. The aged Aesir were gathered on the
great river Ifing, which lay between Asgard rainbow bridge watching eagerly for Loki's
and Giant Land. And at last he came to the return; and when they spied the falcon with
palace of Thiasse the giant. the nut and the casket in his talons, they
It happened, fortunately, that Thiasse had knew who it was. A great cheer went up, but
gone fishing in the sea, and Idun was left itwas hushed in a moment, for they saw the
alone, weeping and broken-hearted. Present- eagle close after the falcon; and they guessed
ly she heard a little tap on her window, and, that this must be the giant Thiasse, the steal-
looking up, she saw a great brown bird perch- er of Idun.
ing on the ledge. He was so big that Idun was Then there was a great shouting of com-
frightened and gave a scream. But the bird mands, and a rushing to and fro. All the gods,
nodded pleasantly and croaked: "Don't be even Father Odin and his two wise ravens,
afraid, Idun. I am a friend. I am Loki, come to were busy gathering chips into great heaps on
set you free." the walls of Asgard. As soon as Loki, with his
"Loki! Loki is no friend of mine. He precious burden, had fluttered weakly over
brought me here," she sobbed. "I don't be- the wall, dropping to the ground beyond, the
lieve you came to save me." gods lighted the heaps of chips which they
"That is indeed why I am here," he re- had piled, and soon there was a wall of fire,
plied, ."and a dangerous business it is, if over which the eagle must fly. He was going
Thiasse should come back before we start for too fast to stop. The flames roared and crack-
home." led, but Thiasse flew straight into them, with
"How will you get me out?" asked Idun a scream of fear and rage. His feathers
doubtfully. "The door is locked, and the win- caught fire and burned, so that he could no
dow is barred." longer fly, but fell headlong to the ground
"I will change you into a nut," said he, inside the walls. Then Thor, the Thunder-
"and carry you in my claws." Lord and Tyr, the mighty war-king, fell upon
"What of the casket of apples?" queried him and slew him, so that he could never
Idun."Can you carry that also?" trouble the Aesir any more.
Then Loki laughed long and loudly. There was great rejoicing in Asgard that
"What welcome to Asgard do you think I night, for Loki changed Idun again to a fair
should receive without the apples?" he cried. lady; whereupon she gave each of the eager
"Yes, we must take them, indeed." gods a bit of her life-giving fruit, so that they
Idun came to the window, and Loki, who grew young and happy once more, as if all
was a magician, turned her into a nut
skillful these horrors had never happened.
and took her in one claw, while in the other he Not one of them, however, forgot the evil
seized the casket of apples. Then off he part which Loki had played in these doings.
whirred out of the palace grounds and away They hid the memory, like a buried seed, deep
tow arc Asgard's safety. in their hearts. Thenceforward the word of
In i. little while Thiasse returned home, Loki and the honor of his name were poor coin
and w icn he found Idun and her apples gone, in Asgard; which is no wonder.
there vas a hubbub, you may be sure! How-
ever, ic lost little time by smashing moun-
Balder and the Mistletoe
tains md breaking trees in his giant rage;
that fit was soon over. He put on his eagle Balder, the youngest son ofOdin and Frigg, was
pluma ge and started in pursuit of the falcon. god of and peace and of the beautiful and
light
No\ an eagle is bigger and stronger than
'
the wise. The mistletoe has always figured in
any ot ler bird, and usually in a long race he myths; it is supposed to have been the golden
can b ;at even the swift hawk who has an bough that Aeneas plucked to use as a key to
5% THE ORAL TRADITION
Hades. This myth has two interpretations. Like catch a glimpse of spring peeping over the
the Greek myth of Demeter, it may explain the hilltop into Winterland.So when Frigg heard
seasons, or it may be a further forewarning of the of Balder's woeful dream, she was frightened
fall
gods at the hands of the giants in the
of the almost out of her wits.
lastgreat battle. This victory of the ice giants may "He must not die! He shall not die!" she
represent the coming of the ice age. [From Abbie cried. "He is so dear to all the world, how
Farwell Brown, In the Days of Giants (Houghton could there be anything which would hurt
Mifflin, 1902).] him?"
And then a wonderful thought came to
Now time Balder the beautiful had a
at this and make
Frigg. "I will travel over the world
strange dream. He dreamed that a cloud all things promise not to injure my boy," she
came before the sun, and all Asgard was said. "Nothing shall pass my notice. I will get
dark. He waited for the cloud to drift away, the word of everything."
and for the sun to smile again. But no; the So first she went to the gods themselves,
sun was gone forever, he thought; and Balder gathered on Ida Plain for their morning exer-
awoke feeling very sad. The next night Balder cise; and telling them of Balder's dream, she
had another dream. This time he dreamed begged them to give the promise. Oh, what a
that it was still dark as before; the flowers shout arose when they heard her words!
were withered and the gods were growing old; "Hurt Balder! our Balder! Not for the
even Idun's magic apples could not make world, we promise! The dream is wrong
them young again. And all were weeping and there is nothing so cruel as to wish harm to
wringing their hands as though some dread- Balder the beautiful!" they cried. But deep in
ful thing had happened. Balder awoke feeling their hearts they felt a secret fear which
strangely frightened, yet he said no word to would linger until they should hear that all
Nanna his wife, for he did not want to trouble things had given their promise. What if harm
her. were indeed to come to Balder! The thought
When it came
night again Balder slept and was too dreadful.
dreamed a dream, a still more terrible
third Then Frigg went to see all the beasts who
one than the other two had been. He thought live in field or forest or rocky den. Willingly
that in the dark, lonely world there was noth- they gave their promise never to harm hair of
ing but a sad voice, which cried, "The sun is gentle Balder. "For he is ever kind to us," they
gone! The spring is gone! Joy is gone! For said, "and we love him as if he were one of
Balder the beautiful is dead, dead, dead!" ourselves. Not with claws or teeth or hoofs or
This time Balder awoke with a cry, and horns will any beast hurt Balder."
Nanna asked him what was the matter. So he Next Frigg spoke to the birds and fishes,
had to tell her of his dream, and he was sadly reptiles and insects. And all even the veno-
frightened; for in those days dreams were mous serpents cried that Balder was their
often sent to folk as messages, and what the friend, and that they would never do aught to
gods dreamed usually came true. Nanna ran hurt his dear body. "Not with beak or talon,
sobbing to Queen Frigg, who was Balder's bite or sting or poison fang, will one of us hurt
mother, and told her all the dreadful dream, Balder," they promised.
asking what could be done to prevent it from After doing this, the anxious mother trav-
coming true. eled over the whole world, step by step; and
Now Balder was Queen Frigg's dearest from all the things that are she got the same
son. Thor was older and stronger, and more ready promise never to harm Balder the beau-
famous for his great deeds; but Frigg loved tiful. All the trees and plants promised; all the
far better gold-haired Balder. And indeed he stones and metals; earth, air, fire, and water;
was the best-loved of all the Aesir; for he was sun, snow, wind, and rain, and all diseases
gentle, fair and wise, and wherever he went that men know each gave to Frigg the word
folk grew happy and light-hearted at the very of promise which she wanted. So at last,
sight of him, just as we do when we first footsore and weary, she came back to Asgard
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with the joyful news that Balder must be streets till he came to the palace of Queen
safe, for that there was nothing in the world Frigg, the mother of Balder.
but had promised to be his harmless friend. "Good-day, my lady," quoth the old woman,
Then there was rejoicing in Asgard, as if in a cracked voice. "What is that noisy crowd
the gods had won one of their great victories doing yonder in the green meadow? I am so
over the giants. The noble Aesir and the deafened by their shouts that I can hardly
heroes who had died in battle upon the earth, hear myself think."
and who had come to Valhalla to live happily "Who are you, good mother, that you have
ever after, gathered on Ida Plain to celebrate not heard?" said Queen Frigg in surprise.
the love of all nature for Balder. "They are shooting at my son Balder. They
There they invented a famous game, which are proving the word which all things have
was to prove how safe he was from the bite of given me the promise not to injure my dear
death. They stationed Balder in the midst of son. And that promise will be kept."
them, his face glowing like the sun with the The old crone pretended to be full of won-
bright light which ever shone from him. And der. "So, now!" she cried. "Do you mean to
as he stood there unarmed and smiling, by say that every single thing in the whole world
turns they tried all sorts of weapons against has promised not to hurt your son? I can
him; they made as if to beat him with sticks, scarce believe it; though, to be sure, he is as
they stoned him with stones, they shot at him fine a fellow as I ever saw." Of course this
with arrows and hurled mighty spears flattery pleased Frigg.
straight at his heart. "You say true,mother," she answered
It was a merry game, and a shout of laugh- proudly, "he isa noble son. Yes, everything
ter went up as each stone fell harmless at has promised that is, everything except one
B alder's feet, each stick broke before it tiny little plant that is not worth mentioning."
touched his shoulders, each arrow overshot The old woman's eyes twinkled wickedly.
his head, and each spear turned aside. For "And what is that foolish little plant, my
neither stone nor wood nor flinty arrowpoint dear?" she asked coaxingly.
nor barb of iron would break the promise "It is the mistletoe that grows in the mead-
which each had given. Balder was safe with ow west of Valhalla. It was too young to
them, just as if he were bewitched. He promise, and too harmless to bother with,"
remained unhurt among the missiles which answered Frigg carelessly.
whizzed about his head, and which piled up After this her questioner hobbled painfully
in a great heap around the charmed spot away. But as soon as she was out of sight
whereon he stood. from the Queen's palace, she picked up the
Now among the crowd that watched these skirts of her gown and ran as fast as she could
games with such enthusiasm, there was one to the meadow west of Valhalla. And there
face that did not smile, one voice that did not sure enough, as Frigg had said, was a tiny
rasp hoarse with cheering. Loki saw
itself sprig of mistletoe growing on a gnarled oak-
how everyone and everything loved Balder, tree. The false Loki took out a knife which
and he was jealous. He was the only creature she carried in some hidden pocket and cut
in all the world that hated Balder and wished off the mistletoe very carefully. Then she
for his death. Yet Balder had never done trimmed and shaped it so that it was like a lit-
harm to him. But the wicked plan that Loki tle green arrow, pointed at one end, but very
had teen cherishing was almost ripe, and in slender.
this i oison fruit was the seed of the greatest "Ho, ho!" chuckled the old woman. "So
sorro v that Asgard had ever known. you are the only thing in all the world that
Wh ile the others were enjoying their game is too young to make a promise, my little mis-
of lov Loki stole away unperceived from Ida
e, tletoe. Well, young as you are, you must go
Plain and with a wig of gray hair, a long on an errand for me today. And maybe
gown and a staff, disguised himself as an old
,
you shall bear a message of my love to
worn; n. Then he hobbled down Asgard Balder the beautiful."
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Then she hobbled back to Ida Plain, where "What is it? What have I done?" asked the
the merry game was still going on around poor blind brother, trembling at the tumult
Balder. Loki quietly passed unnoticed which had followed his shot.
through the crowd, and came close to the "You have slain Balder!" cried the Aesir.
elbow of a big dark fellow who was standing "Wretched Hod, how could you do it?"
lonely outside the circle of weapon-throwers. "It was the old woman the evil old wom-
He seemed sad and forgotten, and he hung an, who stood at my elbow and gave me a
his head in a pitiful way. It was Hod, the blind littletwig to throw," gasped Hod. "She must
brother of Balder. be a witch."
The old woman touched his arm. "Why do Then the Aesir scattered over Ida Plain to
you not join the game with the others?" she woman who had done the evil
look for the old
asked, in her cracked voice. "Are you the only deed; but she had mysteriously disappeared.
one to do your brother no honor? Surely, you "It must be Loki," said wise Heimdal. "It is
are big and strong enough to toss a spear with Loki's lastand vilest trick."
the best of them yonder." "Oh, my Balder, my beautiful Balder!"
Hod touched his Sightless eyes sadly. "I am wailed Queen Frigg, throwing herself on the
blind," he said. "Strength I have, greater body of her son. "If I had only made the
than belongs to most of the Aesir. But I mistletoe give me the promise, you would
cannot see to aim a weapon. Besides, I have have been saved. It was I who told Loki of the
no spear to test upon him. Yet how gladly mistletoe so it is I who have killed you. Oh,
would I do honor to dear Balder!" and he my son, my son!"
sighed deeply. But Father Odin was speechless with grief.
"It were a pity if I could not find you at least His sorrow was greater than that of all the
a little stick to throw," said Loki, sympatheti- others, for he best understood the dreadful
cally."! am only a poor old woman, and of misfortune which had befallen Asgard. Al-
course I have no weapon. But ah here is a ready a cloud had come before the sun, so
green twig which you can use as an arrow, that it would never be bright day again. Al-
and I will guide your arm, poor fellow." ready the flowers had begun to fade and the
Hod's dark face lighted up, for he was birds had ceased to sing. And already the
eager to take his turn in the game. So he Aesir had begun to grow old and joyless all
thanked her, and grasped eagerly the little because the little mistletoe had been too
arrow which she put into his hand. Loki held young to give a promise to Queen Frigg.
him by the arm, and together they stepped "Balder the beautiful is dead!" the cry
into the circle which surrounded Balder. And went echoing through all the world, and
when it was Hod's turn to throw his weapon, everything that was sorrowed at the sound of
the old woman stood at his elbow and guided the Aesir's weeping.
his big arm hurled the twig of mistletoe
as it Balder's brothers lifted up his beautiful
towards where Balder stood. body upon their great war shields and bore
Oh, the sad thing that befell! Straight him on their shoulders down to the seashore.
through the air flew the little arrow, straight For, as was
the custom in those days, they
as magic and Loki's arm could direct it. were going send him to Hela, the Queen of
to
Straight to Balder's heart it sped, piercing Death, with all the things he best had loved in
through jerkin and shirt and all, to give its Asgard. And these were after Nanna his
bitter messageof "Loki's love," as he had wife his beautiful horse, and his ship
said. And that was the end of sunshine and Hringhorni. So that they would place Balder's
spring and joy in Asgard, for the dream had body upon the ship with his horse beside him,
come true, and Balder the beautiful was and set fire to this wonderful funeral pile. For
dead. by fire was the quickest passage to Hela's
When the Aesir saw what had happened, kingdom.
there was a great shout of fear and horror, But when they reached the shore, they
and they rushed upon Hod, who had thrown found that all the strength of all the Aesir was
the fatal arrow. unable to move Hringhorni, Balder's ship,
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 599
into the water, for it was the largest ship in bed, she could bear her grief no longer. Her
the world and it was stranded far up the loving heart broke, and they laid her beside
beach. him, that they might comfort each other on
"Even the giants bore no ill-will to Balder," their journey to Hela. Thor touched the pile
said Father Odin. "I heard the thunder of gently with his hammer that makes the light-
their grief but now shaking the hills. Let us ning, and the flames burst forth, lighting up
for this once bury our hatred of that race and the faces of Balder and Nanna with a glory.
send to Jotunheim for help to move the Then they cast upon the fire Balder's war-
ship." horse, to serve his master in the dark country
So they sent a messenger to the giantess to which he was about to go. The horse was
Hyrrockin, the hugest of all the Frost People. decked with a harness all of gold, with jewels
She was weeping for Balder when the mes- studding the bridle and headstall. Last of all
sage came. Odin laid upon the pyre his gift to Balder,
"I will go, for Balder's sake," she said. Soon Draupnir, the precious ring of gold which the
she came riding fast upon a giant wolf, with a dwarf had made, from which every ninth
serpent for the bridle; and mighty she was, night there dropped eight other rings as large
with the strength of forty Aesir. She dis- and brightly golden.
mounted from her wolf-steed, and tossed the "Take this with you, dear son, to Hela's
wriggling reins to one of the men-heroes who palace," said Odin. "And do not forget the
had followed Balder and the Aesir from Val- friends you leave behind in the now lonely
halla. But he could not hold the beast, and it halls of Asgard."
took four heroes to keep him quiet, which Then Hyrrockin pushed the great boat out
they could only do by throwing him upon the to sea, with its bonfire of precious things. And
ground and sitting upon him in a row. And on the beach stood all the Aesir watching it
them greatly.
this mortified out of sight, all the Aesir and many besides.
Then Hyrrockin the giantess strode up to For there came to Balder's funeral great
the great ship and seized it by the prow. crowds of little dwarfs and multitudes of
Easily she gave a little pull and presto! it huge frost giants, all mourning for Balder the
leaped forward on its rollers with such force beautiful. For this one time they were all
that sparks flew from the flint stones under- friends together, forgetting their quarrels of
neath and the whole earth trembled. The boat so many centuries. All of them loved Balder,
shot into the waves and out toward open sea and were united to do him honor.
so swiftly that the Aesir were likely to have The great ship moved slowly out to sea,
lost it entirely, had not Hyrrockin waded out sending up a red fire to color all the heavens.
up to her waist and caught it by the stern just At last it slid below the horizon softly, as you
in time. have often seen the sun set upon the water,
Thcr was angry at her clumsiness, and leaving a brightness behind to lighten the
raised his hammer to punish her. But the dark world for a little while.
other \esir held his arm. This indeed was the sunset for Asgard. The
"She cannot help being so strong," they darkness of sorrow came in earnest after the
whispered. "She meant to do well. She did not passing of Balder the beautiful.
realize how hard she was pulling. This is no
time f Dr anger, brother Thor." So Thor spared
her liie, as indeed he ought, for her kindness.
Thor Gains His Hammer
Th( n Balder's body was borne out to the The Norse mythology is
largely doom-ridden and
ship nd laid upon a pile of beautiful silks,
;
heroic, a grim concept, in which the gods know
and f irs, and cloth-of-gold, and woven sun- that they face ultimate destruction. Yet within this
beam which the dwarfs had wrought. So
;
framework, there are some stories that have the
that 1 is funeral pyre was more grand than character of a folktale, showing the gods con-
anyth ng which had ever been seen. But cerned with affairs of battle and survival and
when Nanna, Balder's gentle wife, saw them helped by magic, as mortals were. This is such a
ready to kindle the flames under this gorgeous tale, this story of the forging of the mighty
600 THE ORAL TRADITION
hammer that was to protect the gods against all they made two other gifts as well. They made
evil, and that made Thor the most powerful, after the spear Gungnir, which became Odin's pos-
Odin. [From Dorothy Hosford, Thunder of the session, and they made the magic ship, Skid-
Cods (Holt, 1952).] bladnir.
On his way home with the gifts Loki met
Loki made much
trouble for the gods with his another dwarf named Brock. Loki was feeling
evil pranks and his malice. But there was one pleased with himself and proud of his suc-
time his mischief worked for good in the end. cess. At once he made a wager with Brock.
Thor might never have owned his wonderful "See what I have," cried Loki. "I'll wager
hammer had it not been for Loki. It came my head that your brother Sindri can't make
about in this way: "
three gifts as precious as these.
Thor had a beautiful wife whose name was Sindri was famed among the dwarfs and
Sif Her hair was long and yellow and shone
. Brock knew how great was his brother's skill.
like gold in the sunlight. Thor was proud of "I'll take that wager," said Brock. "Come
her. with me. We will go to the smithy and we will
One day, while Sif lay sleeping under the see what Sindri can make."
trees where Iduna's apples grew, Loki cut off Brock explained that wager to his brother
all her hair. He did it for a prank. When Sif and Sindri started the fire in the forge. The
woke and discovered the loss of her beautiful flames lit up the far corners of the dwarfs'
hair, she went weeping to Thor. cave. When it was hot enough Sindri laid
"This is the work of that rascal Loki," cried within the fire a pig's hide. He handed the
Thor angrily. "I'll break every bone in his bellows to Brock and told him to work them
body." without ceasing until he should return. Then
off to look for Loki. It was not
He rushed he left the cave.
long before he found him and seized him. As soon as Sindri had gone Loki changed
Loki was filled with terror when he saw himself into a huge fly. He lit upon Brock's
Thor's anger. He begged for mercy, but Thor hand and stung him. But Brock kept the
would not let him go. bellows working and did not let go.
"Wait, O mighty Thor," begged Loki. When Sindri returned he took the work out
"Don't punish me and I will get new hair of the fire. It was a boar, a wild pig with mane
for Sif. I will find hair of real gold that will and brisles of gold.
shine in the sunlight and will grow like other Then Sindri placed gold in the fire and bade
hair." Brock work the bellows as before. This time
"How will you do that?" said Thor. the fly settled on Brock's neck and stung
Dark Elves, to the Sons of
"I will go to the twice as hard. But Brock did not let go of the
Ivaldi, and ask them to make the hair for bellows. When Sindri returned he took out of
me," said Loki. "They can make every kind of the fire the golden ring which is called Draup-
wondrous thing." nir.
Thor gave his consent. For the third gift Sindri placed iron in the
"But remember," he cried, shaking Loki so fire. "Keep the bellows going, Brock, or all
that his teeth chattered in his head. "If you will be spoiled," said Sindri, as he left the
don't bring back hair that will grow like other smithy.
hair, I will break every bone in your body. And This was Loki's last chance and the fly
it must be as long and beautiful as Sif's own settled between Brock's eyes and stung his
hair. Now go." eyelids so hard that the blood ran down. The
Loki was only too glad to set out. The pain and the blood blinded him. Brock had to
dwarfs lived deep within the mountains and pause to sweep the fly away. He let go of the
he had a long journey to make. bellows with one hand and only for an in-
When Loki came to the dwelling place of stant. But the fire died down.
the Dark Elves they said that they could At that moment Sindri returned and said
perform his task. They made the hair, and that what was in the hearth had come near to
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 601
being spoiled. He took the work out of the fire all.This was just the weapon the gods needed
and it was a hammer. in their wars against the Frost-Giants. The
Sindri gave the three gifts to Brock. "Take giants had better beware. Now Thor could
these to the gods," he said, "and see whose hurl his mighty hammer at them and catch it
gifts willwin the wager." again in his hand.
Loki and Brock set off for Asgard, the home Odin rose to his feet and announced to all
of the gods, each bearing his gifts. The gods that Brock had won the wager.
were called together and met in the great Brock immediately demanded Loki's head.
council hall named Gladsheim. They took "What good is my head to you?" cried Loki.
their places on the high seats. It was agreed "I will give you a great sum of gold for a
that Odin and Thor and Frey should decide ransom. You will be the richest of all the
whose gifts were best. dwarfs."
Loki presented his gifts first. He gave Thor Dwarfs love gold, but Brock would have
the golden hair for Sif, to Odin he gave the none of it, and said that Loki must keep to the
spear Gungnir, and to Frey the ship Skidblad- terms of his bargain.
nir, telling the virtues of each. As soon as it "Then catch me if you can!" cried Loki.
was placed upon Sif's head the hair would In an instant he was far off, for he had on
grow like other hair. The spear Gungnir the shoes which would carry him through air
would never fall short of its mark; and the and over water in the twinkling of an eye.
ship Skidbladnir would always find favoring Brock begged Thor to catch Loki. Thor was
winds, no matter in what direction it was set. still angry with Loki and willing enough to do
Yet it could be folded like a napkin and placed so. Thor asked Frey to lend him the boar
in Frey's pocket, if he so wished. Gold-Mane. He leapt on the boar's back and
Then Brock offered his gifts. He gave to away he went through the air. Before long he
Odin the golden ring which is called Draup- had brought Loki back to Asgard.
nir. Brock was ready to cut off his head, but
"Every ninth night eight other rings like Loki cried: "My head, yes! But not an inch of
drop from it," said Brock.
itself will my neck. I did not wager my neck."
He gave the boar, which was called Gold- How could Brock cut off Loki's head with-
Mane, to Frey. out touching his neck? Brock had to let it go at
"No horse can run through the air or over that.
the sea with such swiftness," said Brock. "If I had my brother's awl I would sew your
"And you can always find your way by the mischief-speaking lips together," he cried out
light which shines from its mane and bristles in anger.
of gold, no matter how black and dark the No sooner had he spoken than the awl was
night may be." there and of itself pierced Loki's lips. Then
Brock gave the hammer to Thor. Brock sewed them together with a thong. Not
"The name of the hammer is Mjollnir," he that it troubled Loki much, for when Brock
told Thor. "With it you can strike as hard a was gone he ripped out the thongs.
blow is you please at whatever conies in your Loki, as usual, got off with little punish-
way. You can hurl it as far as you like, and it ment. But the gods were much richer for then-
will always find its mark and return to your new gifts.
hand Yet, if you wish, you can make the
hamrier small and put it in your pocket."
Thor's Unlucky Journey
Th 3 hammer had only one fault, though
Brocl did not mention that. The handle was a The symbolism of this story is richly inventive, for
little short. That was because Loki had this story of Thor's feats of strength against the
caus< d Brock to drop the bellows. Frost-Giants has in it the Norse belief in the
Odin and Thor and Frey held a council. scheme of world, with its reference to
the
They decided that Brock's gifts were best, for the Midgard Serpent, who encircled the world.
Thor i hammer was the most valuable gift of Several origin stories are included, such as the
602 THE ORAL TRADITION
drinking of the sea by Thor, which accounts for he forgot his anger. As payment he agreed to
the Ebb Tide; and Fire and Thought are given take the son and daughter of the countryman
personification. It is a good story to tell, with its into his service. Thjalfi and Roskva have ever
similes of strength, its
exaggerations, and its since been with Thor.
progressively difficult trials. It is typically Norse in They started off again on their journey,
feeling, since the god Thor was not completely leaving the goats behind. They walked until
victorious over his adversaries. [From Dorothy they came to the sea. They waded right
Hosford, Thunder of the Cods (Holt, 1952).] through the sea and up to the shore on the
other side. In a little while they reached a
Thor, the god of thunder, was indeed one of dark forest and all day they traveled through
the mightiest of the gods. His battles against it. Thjalfi, who was swift-footed beyond all
the Frost-Giants were many. They knew to other men, carried Thor's wallet in which
their sorrow how great he was. Yet it cannot were the provisions for the journey. This was
be said that Thor was victor in all his encoun- not country in which much could be found
ters with the giants. There was one adventure along the way.
in which he was not so lucky. As it grew dark they looked about for a
One day Thor started off in his chariot, place to spend the night. They found a house
driving his goats. Loki went with him. To- with a wide door that stood open the whole
ward the end of the day they came to the length of the house. The house was dark and
house of a farmer and decided to stay there quiet and they decided to take shelter here for
for the night. Thor's goats could always pro- the night. They went in and settled them-
vide a meal for him. Thor slaughtered his selves to sleep.
goats and skinned them and had them cooked About midnight they heard a great noise.
for supper. He invited the farmer and his wife The earth trembled as from an earthquake.
and their son and daughter to share the meal. They looked about for some place to hide
The name of the son was Thjalfi and the themselves and discovered a smaller doorway
daughter was named Roskva. Thor told the leading into a side room. Loki and Thjalfi and
farmer and his family to throw all the bones Roskva hid themselves in the farthest corner
down on the skins of the goats, when they had of this room, but Thor sat in the doorway,
finished their meal. The hides were spread with his hammer in his hand, ready to meet
out on the ground a little way from the fire. the danger.
They did as they were told except Thjalfi,
, When the light of morning came they all
who was somewhat greedy. He broke one of went Roskva began to prepare break-
outside.
the bones to get at the sweet-tasting marrow. fast. Thor said that he would walk about and
In the morning Thor rose. He went over to have a look at things. A little way off he came
the goatskins spread on the ground. When he upon a huge giant stretched out asleep on the
raised his hammer high over the bones the ground. He was snoring mightily and the
goats sprang to life again. They were just as earth shook beneath him. Then Thor knew
before except that one of them limped on a what the rumbling and the roaring in the
hind leg. When Thor saw this he knew some- night had been. Thor buckled on his belt of
one had disobeyed him and had broken a strength, but just at that moment the giant
thigh bone. His brows grew dark with anger woke and sat up. It is said that Thor, for once
and he gripped the handle of his hammer so in his life, had no desire to strike a blow.
fiercely that his knuckles grew white. The Instead he asked the giant what his name
"
countryman and his family were terrified was. "I am called Skrymir,' said the giant,
when they saw Thor's wrath. "but I have no need to ask your name. I know
"Have mercy, O Thor," they cried, "we will well that you are Asa-Thor. But what have
pay you for the harm we have done. We will you done with my glove?"
give you our house and our cattle and our As he spoke he stooped and picked up a
land. We will give all we own. Have mercy on great glove lying at some distance on the
us, O Mighty One." ground. This was what Thor and the others
When Thor saw how frightened they were had mistaken in the dark for a house. The
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 603
smaller doorway into the side room was the the giant would not see day again. Just before
opening into the thumb. dawn Thor heard Skrymir snoring. Running
"Shall we travel together?" said the giant. to where he lay, Thor struck him such a
Thor agreed. First they had breakfast, each mighty blow on the temple that the hammer
party eating from its own provisions. sank into the skull up to its handle.
Then Skrymir suggested that they put all But Skrymir sat up and stroked his cheek.
the food into one sack. Thor agreed. So Skry- "Did a twig fall on my face? Are you awake,
mir put Thor's wallet into his sack. He tied Thor? It is almost day, and time we were on
the mouth of the sack and flung it over his our way."
shoulder. They prepared to start their journey. Then
They started on their journey. Skrymir Skrymir said: "You have no long way to go
strode ahead of them with such long strides now to reach the home of the giants. But let
that it was not easy to keep up with him. They me give you a word of advice: don't brag too
traveled all day. When night came Skrymir much of your prowess there, for Utgard-Loki
found them a place to rest under a wide- and his men have little patience with the
spreading oak tree. He flung the sack from his boasting of such small fellows as you. Per-
shoulder to the ground. haps it would be wiser if you did not go at all.
"Now I am going to sleep," said Skrymir. Yet if you are determined to keep on your
"You can take your supper from the sack if journey, take the way to the east. My road lies
you like." He lay down a little way off and at north, to those mountains you see beyond
once was fast asleep. you."
The others were hungry. Thor began to Skrymir flung the sack of food over his
untie the sack so they might have food. shoulder and was gone without another word.
Though he pulled and turned and twisted the It has never been said that the others were
rope, the knot would not loosen at all. The sorry to see him go.
more Thor struggled, the angrier he grew. Thor and his companions traveled all
Suddenly he seized his hammer with both morning. About noon they caught sight of a
hands. He went over to where Skrymir lay great castle standing in the middle of a plain.
and dealt him a blow on the head. The top of it was so high that they had to bend
Skrymir woke up and said: "What was their heads back before they could see it. The
that? Did a leaf fall on me? Have you had gate to the castle was locked. Thor went up to
your supper, Thor?" it and tried to open it, but could not move it.
Thor said they had and were getting ready So they crept in between the bars. They saw
to sle;p. Then they went under another oak before them a huge hall and went toward it.
and prepared to rest, but they did not feel very The door was open and they went inside.
safe. There they saw many men sitting about on
About midnight Thor heard Skrymir snor- benches and none of them could be called
ing so that the woods shook with the sound. small men. Utgard-Loki, king of the giants,
He went to where the giant lay and flourish- was among them. They went before him and
ing his hammer above his head, he brought it saluted him. He took his time to look them
down with such force that the giant's skull over, laughing at them scornfully through his
was d jnted. teeth.
Skr/mir woke up. "Now what is that?" he "There is no need to ask news of a long
said. "Has an acorn fallen on me? How is it journey," said Utgard-Loki. "Is this stripling
with ^ou, Thor?" Asa-Thor? Or am I wrong? Tell us in what you
Th( r said that it was only midnight and are skilled, you and your fellows. For no one is
there vvas still time for sleeping. allowed to remain among us who cannot do
"I ust happened to waken," said Thor. some thing better than other men."
Then le went back to his place speedily. Loki, who was standing behind the others,
Skr/mir stretched out again. Thor lay spoke up. "There is one thing I am ready to
quiet, but he was not asleep. He thought that wager at once, and that is that I can eat faster
if he :ould give Skrymir just one more blow,
'
than anyone here."
604 THE ORAL TRADITION
"We shall soon find out," answered empty this horn at one draught" said Utgard-
Utgard-Loki. Loki. "Some among us must drinktwice, but
Then he shouted for a man named Logi to there is not any man here who cannot drain it
come to the center of the hall to try his skill in three draughts."
with Loki. A greater trencher of food was Thor took the horn. He thought it not too
brought and placed upon the floor. Loki and large, though it seemed somewhat long. Thor
Logi sat down at each end of it and began to was thirsty. He
put the horn to his lips and
eat with all their might. They met in the took a long, deep draught. He thought to
middle of the trencher. Loki had eaten all the himself that he would not have to take more
meat from the bones, but Logi had consumed than one drink. But when he had to stop for
the meat and the bones and the trencher as breath and put the horn down he saw, to his
well. So Loki was beaten at this game. surprise, that there was but little less in it
"What is that young man able to do?" asked than there had been before.
Utgard-Loki, pointing to Thjalfi. "Well," said Utgard-Loki, "that was a pret-
"I am willing to try a race with someone," tygood drink. But if anyone had told me that
answered Thjalfi. Asa-Thor could not drink more than this I
"You will need to be swift of foot," said would not have believed it. No doubt you will
Utgard-Loki. drain it this time."
They all went outside. The level plain was Thor answered nothing. He put his mouth
a good place for running a race. Utgard-Loki to the horn again and drank as long as he
called a small fellow named Hugi. He told could hold his breath. When he paused it
him to run against Thjalfi. seemed to him that it had gone down even
They started. Hugi was far enough ahead less than before. Yet at least one could now
that he met Thjalfi as he turned back at the tilt the horn a little without spilling it.
might, and he was the swiftest of men. Yet But Thor would drink no more.
Hugi had come to the end of the course and "It can be plainly seen that you are not so
turned back before Thjalfi had reached the great as we thought you were," said Utgard-
middle of it. Loki. "Will you try your skill at other games,
All agreed that Hugi had won the race. since you won no praise in this one?"
Then they went inside the hall and "I will risk it," said Thor. "Yet I know that
Utgard-Loki asked Thor in what way he at home among the gods my drink would not
would try his skill. "We have heard great have seemed so little."
things of your prowess, Thor," said he. "We have a game among us that does not
"I will drink with anyone who cares to amount to much," said Utgard-Loki. "Our
drink," said Thor. young boys like to play it. It is to lift my cat
"Very good," said Utgard-Loki. He called from the floor. Indeed I would not have dared
his serving boy to bring the great horn from to mention it had I not seen that Asa-Thor
which the henchmen sometimes drank. is by no means as great as we thought he
"It is considered a good drink if you can was."
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 605
There leaped forth upon the hall floor a intoit again. This I know, by my troth, you
large gray cat. Thor put one hand down under should never have come into it at all had I
the middle of its body and stretched upward. known what strength you had! You nearly
But the more he stretched the more the cat had us all in
great peril."
arched its back. Though he stretched as high Utgard-Loki went on speaking: "I have
as he could the cat only lifted one foot off the tricked you, Thor. It was I whom you met in
floor. And Thor had to give up that game. the wood. I tied the sack of food with troll-
"The game went just as I thought it iron, so that you could not undo it. When you
would," said Utgard-Loki. "The cat is very went to smite me with the hammer I brought
great, and Thor is low and little beside the a mountain between us, though you could not
huge men who are here with us." see it. Otherwise the first blow would have
"Call me little if you will," cried Thor, "but slain me. Do you see that mountain with the
let anyone here come and wrestle with me. three valleys, one deeper than the others?
For now I am angry." Those are the marks of your blows.
"I see no man here who would not hold it
a "It was the same with the games you
disgrace to wrestle with you," said Utgard- played against my henchmen," continued
Loki looking about the benches. "Let my Utgard-Loki. "There you were tricked, too.
old nurse, Elli, be called. Thor can wrestle Loki was hungry and ate ravenously, but he
with her if he wishes. She has thrown men who was call Logi was Fire and he devoured
who have seemed to me no less strong than the trencher as well as the meat. Thjalfi ran
Thor." the race with Hugi, who is Thought and
There appeared an old woman, bent with how could Thjalfi outrun Thought?"
age. Thor grappled with her, but the more he "And how did you trick me, Utgard-Loki?"
struggled the firmer she stood. He could in no said Thor.
way throw her. She began to try some tricks "When you drank from the horn, Thor, it
of her own and Thor tottered. Then Thor went seemed to you to go down slowly. But that
down upon one knee. was a wonder I could hardly believe even
Utgard-Loki came up and bade them cease when I saw. For the other end of the horn was
wrestling. "There is no need now," said he, in the sea itself, though you knew it not.
"for Thor to challenge any of my men." When you look at the sea you will notice how
It was now toward evening. Utgard-Loki the water has drawn back. From hence we
showed Thor and his companions to a seat at shall call that the Ebb Tide.
one of the benches. They remained through- "And my gray cat was not as it appeared to
out the night and were treated with great be. It was the Midgard Serpent itself which is
hospitality. twined about the whole earth. It was the
When morning came Thor and the others same with the wrestling match. It was a
rose and made ready to leave. Utgard-Loki marvel that you withstood so long and
himsolf came into the hall. He ordered a table bent only one knee. You struggled with
set for them with every kind of food and Old Age and all men must give in to Old Age
drink. When they had eaten, he went to see at last.
them on their way. As they were about to part, "And now," said Utgard-Loki, "it is best
Utga-d-Loki said: thatwe part. It will be better for us both if you
"What think you, Thor, of this journey? come not here again. I will defend my castle
Have you met any man mightier than your- with every trick I know, so that you shall get
'
So Thor turned back, with the others, and Thor's yellow beard quivered with rage, and
made his way to Thrudvang, his own realm. his hair bristled on end like the golden rays of
Already his thoughts were busy as to how he a star, while all his household trembled.
might be revenged. "It is Loki again!" he cried. "I am sure Loki
"One day," said Thor to himself, "I will is at the bottom of this mischief!" For since
seek out the Midgard Serpent. We shall see if the time when Thor had captured Loki for the
"
I be 'little and low.' dwarf Brock and had given him over to have
his bragging lips sewed up, Loki had looked at
him with evil eyes; and Thor knew that the
The Quest of the Hammer
red rascal hated him most of all the gods.
Thor, the strongest of the gods, was the oldest But this time Thor was mistaken. It was
son of Odin. Besides his wonderful hammer, not Loki who had stolen the hammer he
which returned to his hand after he had thrown was too great a coward for that. And though
it, he had a belt of strength that doubled his he meant, before the end, to be revenged
power when he wore it, and an iron glove that he upon Thor, he was waiting until a safe
wore when he threw his hammer. Though Thor chance should come, when Thor himself
usually walked, he had a goat-drawn cart or might stumble into danger, and Loki need
chariot; and its rolling wheels gave out the sound only to help the evil by a malicious word or
of thunder; the thunderbolt came when his ham- two; and this chance came later, as you shall
mer flew back to his hand. As the possessor of hear in another tale.
these powerful weapons and as the strongest Meanwhile Loki was on his best behavior,
god, Thor was the greatest defender of the gods trying to appear very kind and obliging; so
against their enemies, the giants. Thor was also when Thor came rumbling and roaring up to
the patron of the peasants and laboring classes, him, demanding, "What have you done with
and Thor's day has become our Thursday. [From my hammer, you thief?" Loki looked sur-
Abbie Farwell Brown, In the Days of Giants prised, but did not lose his temper nor answer
(Houghton Mifflin, 1902).] rudely.
"Have you indeed missed your hammer,
One morning Thor the Thunderer awoke with brother Thor?" he said, mumbling, for his
a yawn, and stretching out his knotted arm, mouth was still sore where Brock had sewed
felt for his precious hammer, which he kept the stitches. "That is a pity; for if the giants
always under his pillow of clouds. But he hear of this, they will be coming to try their
started up with a roar of rage, so that all the might against Asgard."
palace trembled. The hammer was gone! "Hush!' muttered Thor, grasping him by
Now this was a very serious matter, for the shoulder with his iron fingers. "That is
Thor was the protector of Asgard, and Miol- what I fear. But look you, Loki: I suspect your
nir, the magic hammer which the dwarf had hand in the mischief. Come, confess."
made, was his mighty weapon, of which the Then Loki protested that he had nothing to
enemies of the Aesir stood so much in dread do with so wicked a deed. "But," he added
that they dared not venture near. But if they wheedlingly, "I think I can guess the thief;
should learn that Miblnir was gone, who and because I love you, Thor, I will help you
could tell what danger might not threaten the to find him."
palaces of heaven? "Humph!" growled Thor. "Much love you
Thor darted his flashing eye into every bear to me! However, you are a wise rascal,
corner of Cloud Land in search of the ham- the nimblest wit of all the Aesir, and it is
mer. He called his fair wife, Sif of the golden better to have you on my side than on the
hair, to aid in the search, and his two lovely other, when giants are in the game. Tell me,
daughters, Thrude and Lora. They hunted then: who has robbed the Thunder-Lord of his
and they hunted; they turned Thrudheim up- bolt of power?"
side down, and set the clouds to rolling won- Loki drew near and whispered in Thor's
peeped and pried behind and
derfully, as they ear. "Look, how the storms rage and the
around and under each billowy mass. winds howl in the world below! Someone is
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 607
wielding your thunder-hammer all unskillful- said Loki. So he put on the falcon plumage,
ly.Can you not guess the thief? Who but and, spreading his brown wings, flapped
Thrym, the mighty giant who has ever been away up, up, over the world, down, down,
your enemy and your imitator, and whose across the great ocean which lies beyond all
fingers have long itched to grasp the short things that men know. And he came to the
handle of mighty Miblnir, that the world may dark country where there was no sunshine
name him Thunder-Lord instead of you. But nor spring, but it was always dreary winter;
look!What a tempest! The world will be shat- where mountains were piled up like blocks of
tered into fragments unless we soon get the ice, and where great caverns yawned hungri-
hammer back." ly in blackness. And this was Jotunheim, the
Then Thor roared with rage. "I will seek land of the Frost-Giants.
thisimpudent Thrym!" he cried. "I will crush And lo! when Loki came thereto he found
him into bits, and teach him to meddle with Thrym the Giant King sitting outside his pal-
the weapon of the Aesir!" ace cave, playing with his dogs and horses.
"Softly, softly," said Loki, smiling mali- The dogs were as big as elephants, and the
ciously. "Hea shrewd giant, and a mighty.
is horses were as big as houses, but Thrym
Even you, great Thor, cannot go to him and himself was as huge as a mountain; and Loki
pluck the hammer from his hand as one trembled, but he tried to seem brave.
would slip the rattle from a baby's pink fist. "Good-day, Loki," said Thrym, with the
Nay, you must use craft, Thor; and it is I who terrible voice of which he was so proud, for he
you will be patient."
will teach you, if fancied it was as loud as Thor's. "How fares
Thor was a brave, blunt fellow, and he it, feathered one, with your little brothers, the
hated the ways of Loki, his lies and his deceit. Aesir, in Asgard halls? And how dare you
He liked best the way of warriors the thun- venture alone in this guise to Giant Land?"
dering charge, the flash of weapons, and the "It is an ill day in Asgard," sighed Loki,
heavy blow; but without the hammer he keeping his eye warily upon the giant, "and a
could not fight the giants hand to hand. Loki's stormy one in the world of men. I heard the
advice seemed wise, and he decided to leave winds howling and the storms rushing on the
the matter to the Red One. earth as I passed by. Some mighty one has
Loki was now all eagerness, for he loved stolen the hammer of our Thor. Is it you,
difficulties which would set his wit in play Thrym, greatest of all giants greater than
and bring other folk into danger. "Look, now," Thor himself?"
he said. "We must go to Freia and borrow her This the crafty one said to flatter Thrym,
falcon dress. But you must ask; for she loves for Loki well knew the weakness of those who
me so little that she would scarce listen to love to be thought greater than they are.
me." Then Thrym bridled and swelled with
So first they made their way to Folkvang, pride, and tried to put on the majesty and awe
the house of maidens, where Freia dwelt, the of noble Thor; but he only succeeded in be-
loveliast of all in Asgard. She was fairer than coming an ugly, puffy monster.
fair, and sweeter than sweet, and the tears "Well, yes," he admitted. "I have the ham-
from her flower-eyes made the dew which mer that belonged to your little Thor; and now
blessed the earth-flowers night and morning. how much of a lord is he?"
Of h jr Thor borrowed the magic dress of "Alack!" sighed Loki again, "weak enough
feathsrs in which Freia was wont to clothe he without his magic weapon. But you, O
is
herself and flit like a great beautiful bird all Thrym surely your mightiness needs no
aboui the world. She was willing enough to such aid. Give me the hammer, that Asgard
lend t to Thor when he told her that by its aid
i
may no longer be shaken by Thor's grief for
he he ped to win back the hammer which he his precious toy."
had lost; for she well knew the danger threat- But Thrym was not so easily to be flattered
ening herself and all the Aesir until Miblnir into parting with his stolen treasure. He
should be found. grinned a dreadful grin, several yards in
"Now will I fetch the hammer for you," width, which his teeth barred like jagged
608 THE ORAL TRADITION
boulders across the entrance to a mountain The Aesir looked at her and thought how
cavern. lonely and bare would Asgard be without her
"Miolnir the hammer is mine," he said, loveliness; for she was fairer than fair, and
"and I am Thunder-Lord, mightiest of the sweeter than sweet.
mighty. I have hidden it where Thor can "She shall not go!" shouted Frey, putting
never find it, twelve leagues below the sea- his arms about his sister's neck.
caves, where Queen Ran lives with her "No, she shall not go!" cried all the Aesir
daughters, the white-capped Waves. But lis- with one voice.
ten, Loki. Go tell the Aesir that I will give "But my hammer," insisted Thor. "I must
back Thor's hammer. I will give it back upon have Miolnir back again."
one condition that they send Freia the "And my word to Thrym," said Loki, "that
beautiful to be my wife." must be made good."
"Freia the beautiful!" Loki had to stifle a "You are too generous with your words,"
laugh. Fancy the Aesir giving their fairest said Father Odin sternly, for he knew his
flower to such an ugly fellow as this! But he brother well. "Your word is not a gem of great
only said politely, "Ah, yes; you demand our price, for you have made it cheap."
Freia in exchange for the little hammer? It is Then spoke Heimdal, the sleepless watch-
a costly price, great Thrym. But I will be your man who on guard at the entrance to the
sits
friend in Asgard. If I have my way, you shall rainbow bridge which leads to Asgard; and
soon see the fairest bride in all the world Heimdal was the wisest of the Aesir, for he
knocking at your door. Farewell!" could see into the future, and knew how
So Loki whizzed back to Asgard on his things would come to pass. Through his gold-
falcon wings; and as he went he chuckled to en teeth he spoke, for his teeth were all of
think of the evils which were likely to happen gold.
because of his words with Thrym. First he "I have a plan," he said. "Let us dress Thor
gave the message to Thor not sparing of himself like a bride in Freia's robes, and send
Thrym's insolence, to make Thor angry; and him to Jotunheim to talk with Thrym and to
then he went to Freia with the word for win back his hammer."
her not sparing of Thrym's ugliness, to But at this word Thor grew very angry.
make her shudder. The spiteful fellow! "What! dress me like a girl!" he roared. "I
Now
you can imagine the horror that was should never hear the last of it! The Aesir will
in Asgard as the Aesir listened to Loki's mock me, and call me 'maiden'! The giants,
words. "My hammer!" roared Thor. "The vil- and even the puny dwarfs, will have a lasting
lain confesses that he has stolen my hammer, jest upon me! I will not go! I will fight! I will
and boasts that he is Thunder- Lord Gr-r-r!"
!
die, if need be! But dressed as a woman I will
"The ugly giant!" wailed Freia. "Must I be not go!"
the bride of that hideous old monster, and live But Loki answered him with sharp words,
in his gloomy mountain prison all my life?" for this was a scheme after his own heart.
"Yes; put on your bridal veil, sweet Freia," "What, Thor!' he "Would you lose your
said.
said Loki maliciously, "and come with me to hammer and keep Asgard in danger for so
Jotunheim. Hang your famous starry neck- small a whim? Look, now: if you go not,
lace about your neck, and don your bravest Thrym with his giants will come in a mighty
robe; for in eight days there will be a wed- army and drive us from Asgard; then he will
ding, and Thor's hammer is to pay." indeed make Freia his bride, and moreover he
Then Freia fell to weeping. "I cannot go! I will have you for his slave under the power of
will not go!" she cried. "I will not leave the his hammer. How like you this picture, broth-
home of gladness and Father Odin's table to er of the thunder? Nay, Heimdal's plan is a
dwell in the land of horrors Thor's hammer is
!
good one, and I myself will help to carry it
"To save me, Thor," she begged. And Thor Thor, even when Miblnir was hidden
said he would go. twelve leagues below the sea in Ran's king-
Then
there was great sport among the Ae- dom.
sir,while they dressed Thor like a beautiful So off they dashed Jbtunheim, where
to
maiden. Briinhilde and her sisters, the nine Thrym was waiting and longing for his beau-
Valkyrie, daughters of Odin, had the task in tiful bride. Thor's goats thundered along
hand. How they laughed as they brushed and above the sea and land and people far below,
curled his yellow hair, and set upon it the who looked up wondering as the noise rolled
wondrous headdress of silk and pearls! They overhead. "Hear how the thunder rumbles!"
let out seams, and they let down hems, and they said. "Thor is on a long journey tonight."
set on extra pieces, to make it larger, and so And a long journey it was, as the tired goats
they hid his great limbs and knotted arms found before they reached the end.
under Freia's fairest robe of scarlet; but Thrym heard the sound of their approach,
beneath it all he would wear his shirt of mail for his ear was eager. "Hola!" he cried.
and his belt of power that gave him double "Someone is coming from Asgard only one
strength. Freia herself twisted about his neck of Odin's children could make a din so fear-
her famous necklace of starry jewels, and ful. Hasten, men, and see if they are bringing
Queen Frigg, his mother, hung at his girdle a Freia to be my wife."
jingling bunch of keys, such as was the cus- Then the lookout giant stepped down from
tom for the bride to wear at Norse weddings. the top of his mountain, and said that a
Last of all, that Thrym might not see Thor's chariot was bringing two maidens to the door.
fierce eyes and the yellow beard, that ill be- "Run, giants, run!" shouted Thrym, in a
came a maiden, they threw over him a long fever at this news. "My bride is coming! Put
white which covered him to the
veil of silver silken cushions on the benches for a great
feet. And there he stood, as stately and tall a banquet, and make the house beautiful for
bride as even a giant might wish to see; but the fairest maid in all space! Bring in all my
on his hands he wore his iron gloves, and they golden-horned cows and my coal-black oxen,
ached for but one thing to grasp the handle that she may see how rich I am, and heap all
of the stolen hammer. my gold and jewels about to dazzle her sweet
"Ah, what a lovely maid it is!" chuckled eyes! She shall find me richest of the rich;
Loki; "and how glad will Thrym be to see this and when I have her fairest of the fair
Freia come Bride Thor,
! I will go with you as there will be no treasure that I lack not
your handmaiden, for I would fain see the one!"
fun." The chariot stopped at the gate, and out
"Come, then," said Thor sulkily, for he was stepped the tall bride, hidden from head to
ill-pleased, and wore his maiden robes with foot, and her handmaiden muffled to the chin.
no good grace. "It is fitting that you go; for I "How afraid of catching cold they must be!"
like not these lies and maskings, and I may whispered the giant ladies, who were peering
spoil the mummery without you at my el- over one another's shoulders to catch a
bow." glimpse of the bride, just as the crowd outside
There was loud laughter above the clouds the awning does at a wedding nowadays.
whe:i Thor, all veiled and dainty-seeming, Thrym had sent six splendid servants to
drov 3 away from Asgard to his wedding, with escort the maidens: these were the Metal
mak Loki by his side. Thor cracked his whip Kings, who served him as lord of them all.
and chirruped fiercely to his twin goats with There was the Gold King, all in cloth of gold,
gold :n hoofs, for he wanted to escape the with fringes of yellow bullion, most glittering
sour ds of mirth that echoed from the rainbow to see; and there was the Silver King, almost
brid;;e, where all the Aesir stood watching. as gorgeous in a suit of spangled white; and
Loki sitting with his hands meekly folded side by side bowed the dark Kings of Iron and
like a girl, chuckled as he glanced up at Lead, the one mighty in black, the other
Thoi's angry face; but he said nothing, for sullen in blue; and after them were the Cop-
he k lew it was not good to joke too far with per King, gleaming ruddy and brave, and the
610 THE ORAL TRADITION
Tin King, strutting in his trimmings of gaudy of the giants. Then indeed Thrym was
tinsel which looked nearly as well as silver amazed, for Thor's giant appetite had beaten
but were more economical. And this fine troop that of the giants themselves.
of lackey kings most politely led Thor and "Never before saw I a bride so hungry," he
Loki into the palace, and gave them the best, cried, "and never before one half so thirsty!"
for they never suspected who these seeming But Loki, the waiting-maid, whispered to
maidens really were. him softly, "The truth is, great Thrym, that
And when evening came there was a won- my dear mistress was almost starved. For
derful banquet to celebrate the wedding. On a eight days Freia has eaten nothing at all, so
golden throne sat Thrym, uglier than ever in eager was she for Jotunheim."
his finery of purple and gold. Beside him was Then Thrym was delighted, you may be
the bride, of whose face no one had yet sure. He forgave his hungry bride, and loved
caught even a glimpse; and at Thrym's other her with all his heart. He leaned forward to
hand stood Loki, the waiting-maid, for he give her a kiss, raising a corner of her veil;
wanted to be near to mend the mistakes but his hand dropped suddenly, and he start-
which Thor might make. ed up in terror, for he had caught the angry
Now the dishes at the feast were served in flash of Thor's eye, which was glaring at him
a huge way, as befitted the table of giants: through the bridal veil. Thor was longing for
great beeves roasted whole, on platters as his hammer.
wide across as a ship's deck; plum-puddings "Why has Freia so sharp a look?" Thrym
as fat as feather-beds, with plums as big as cried. "It pierces like lightning and burns like
footballs; and a wedding cake like a snow- fire."
capped haymow. The giants ate enormously. But again the sly waiting-maid whispered
But to Thor, because they thought him a timidly, "Oh, Thrym, be not amazed! The
dainty maiden, they served small bits of truth is, my poor mistress's eyes are red with
everything on a tiny gold dish. Now Thor's wakefulness and bright with longing. For
long journey had made him very hungry, and eight nights Freia has not known a wink of
through his he whispered to Loki, "I shall
veil sleep, so eager was she for Jotunheim."
starve, Loki! cannot fare on these nibbles. I
I Then again Thrym was doubly delighted,
must eat a goodly meal as I do at home." And and he longed to call her his very own dear
forthwith he helped himself to such morsels wife. "Bring in the wedding gift!" he cried.
as might satisfy his hunger for a little time. "Bring in Thor's hammer, Miblnir, and give it
You should have seen the giants stare at the to Freia, as I promised; for when I have kept
meal which the dainty bride devoured! my word she will be mine all mine!"
For first under the silver veil disappeared Then Thor's big heart laughed under his
by pieces a whole roast ox. Then Thor made woman's dress, and his fierce eyes swept
eight mouthfuls of eight pink salmon, a dish eagerly down the hall to meet the servant who
of which he was very fond. And next he was bringing in the hammer on a velvet
looked about and reached for a platter of cushion. Thor's fingers could hardly wait to
cakes and sweetmeats that was set aside at clutch the stubby handle which they knew so
one end of the table for the lady guests, and well; but he sat quite still on the throne beside
the bride ate them all. You can fancy how the ugly old Thrym, with his hands meekly folded
damsels drew down their mouths and looked and his head bowed like a bashful bride.
at one another when they saw their dessert The giant servant drew nearer, nearer,
disappear; and they whispered about the ta- puffing and blowing, strong though he was,
ble, "Alack! if our future mistress is to sup beneath the mighty weight. He was about to
like this day by day, there will be poor cheer lay it at Thor's feet (for he thought it so heavy
for the rest of us!" And to crown it all, Thor that no maiden could lift it or hold it in her
was thirsty, as well he might be; and one lap), when suddenly Thor's heart swelled,
after another he raised to his lips and emptied and he gave a most unmaidenly shout of rage
three great barrels of mead, the foamy drink and triumph. With one swoop he grasped the
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 611
hammer in his iron fingers; with the other crafty fashion, which likes me not. But now I
arm he tore off the veil that hid his terrible have my hammer again and the joke is done.
face, and trampled it under foot; then he From you, nor from another, I brook no laugh-
turned to the frightened king, who cowered ter at my expense. Henceforth, we will have
beside him on the throne. no mention of this masquerade, nor of these
"Thief!" he said. "Freia sends you this as a rags which now I throw away. Do you hear,
wedding gift!" And he whirled the hammer red laughter?"
about his head, then hurled it once, twice, And Loki heard, with a look of hate, and
thrice, as it rebounded to his hand; and in the stifled his laughter as best he could; for it is
as of lightning, Thrym rolled dead
first stroke, not good to laugh at him who holds the ham-
from his throne; in the second stroke perished mer.
the whole giant household these ugly ene- Not once after that was there mention in
mies of the Aesir; and in the third stroke the Asgard of the time when Thor dressed him as
palace itself tumbled together and fell to the a girl and won his bridal gift from Thrym the
ground like a toppling playhouse of blocks. giant.
But Loki and Thor stood safely among the But Miblnir was safe once more in Asgard,
ruins, dressed in their tattered maiden robes, and you and I know how it came there; so
a quaint and curious sight; and Loki, full of some one must have told. I wonder if red Loki
mischief now as ever, burst out laughing. whispered the tale to some outsider, after all?
"Oh, Thor! if you could see" he began; Perhaps it may be so, for now he knew how
but Thor held up his hammer and shook it best to make Thor angry; and from that day
gently as he said: when Thor forbade his laughing, Loki hated
"Look now, Loki: it was an excellent joke, him with the mean little hatred of a mean
and so far you have done well after your little soul.
world came to be what it is. Clooskap may be same in number as the scratches on my tail."
typed not only as an explanation of the world-as- Now they quarreled and argued. Porcupine
it-is, hut also as a tale about this world and "the got angry and bit off his thumb. Then, holding
other world." The fact that the symbol for Gloo- up his hand with the four fingers, he said
skap is the snowshoe rabbit suggests a compari- emphatically, "There must be only four win-
son v ith the Jatakas and Buddha's transforma- ter months." Beaver became a little afraid,
tions nto one wild animal or another, when he and gave in. For this reason porcupines
woulc return to earth. Glooskap is not represent- have four claws on each foot now.
ed as an animal, but neither is he definitely Since Porcupine won, the winter remained
represented in the human form. [From Stith four months in length, until later Raven
Thorn >son, Tales of the North American Indians changed it a little. Raven considered what
(Mary, rd University Press, 1929).] Porcupine and Beaver had said about the
612 THE ORAL TRADITION
winters, and decided that Porcupine had done land was and beautiful. The
silent, white,
right. He said, "Porcupine was right. If the charm upon Glooskap; it was the frost
fell
winters were made too long, people could not charm. As the giant talked on and on, Gloo-
live. Henceforth the winters will be about skap fell asleep; and for six months he slept
this length, but they will be variable. I will like a bear; then the charm fled, as he was too
tellyou of the gaxewisa month, when people strong for it, and he awoke.
will meet together and talk. At that time of Soon after he awoke, his talebearer, Tatler
the year people will ask questions (or pro- the Loon, a wild bird who lived on the shores
pound riddles) and others will answer. If the of the lakes, brought him strange news. He
riddle is answered correctly, then the person told of a country far off to the south where it
who propounded it must answer, 'Fool-Hen.' " was always warm: there lived a queen, who
Raven chose this word because the fool-hen could easily overcome the giant, Winter. So
has a shorter beak than any other game-bird. Glooskap, to save his people from cold and
"If people guess riddles correctly at this time famine and death, decided to go and find the
of year, then the winter will be short, and the queen.
spring come early." Far off to the seashore he went, and sang
the magic song which the whales obey. Up
came his old friend, Blob the Whale. She was
How Glooskap's carrier and bore him on her back
Glooskap Found the Summer when he wished to go far out to sea. Now the
All that the Algonquin Indians knew was taught whale always had a strange law for travelers.
them by Glooskap. There are numer-
their friend She said to Glooskap, "You must shut your
ous stories about this benevolent, supreme hero. eyes tight while I carry you; to open them is
[From Charles Godfrey Leland, The Algonquin dangerous; if you do that, I am sure to go
Legends of New England (Houghton Mifflin, aground on a reef or sand-bar, and cannot get
1884).] off, and you may be drowned."
Glooskap got on her back, and for many
In the long-ago time before the first white days the whale swam, and each day the water
men came to live in the New World, and when grew warmer and the air more balmy and
people lived always in the early red morning sweet, for it came from spicy shores. The
before sunrise, a mighty race of Indians lived odors were no longer those of salt, but of
in the northeastern part of the New World. fruitsand flowers.
Nearest the sunrise were they, and they Soon they found themselves in shallow
called themselves Wawaniki Children of waters. Down in the sand the clams were
Light. Glooskap was their lord and master. He singing a song of warning. "O big Whale,"
was ever kind to his people, and did many they sang, "keep out to sea, for the water here
great works for them. is shallow."
Once, in Glooskap's day, grew very cold;
it The whale said to Glooskap, who under-
snow and ice were everywhere, fires would stood the language of all creatures, "What do
not give enough warmth; the corn would not they say?"
grow, and his people were perishing with cold But Glooskap, wishing to land at once,
and famine. Then Glooskap went very far said, "They tell you to hurry, for a storm is
north where all was ice. He came to a wig- coming."
wam in which he found a giant, a great Then the whale hurried until she was close
giant for he was Winter. It was his icy to the land,and Glooskap opened his left eye
breath that had frozen all the land. Glooskap and peeped. At once the whale stuck hard and
entered the wigwam and sat down. Then fast on the beach, so that Glooskap, leaping
Winter gave him a pipe, and as he smoked, from her head, walked ashore on dry land.
the giant told tales of the olden times when The whale, thinking she could never get
he, Winter, reigned everywhere; when all the off, was very angry. But Glooskap put one end
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 613
of his strong bow against the whale's jaw, Old Winter could do nothing but accept her
and taking the other end in he
his hands, offer. In the late autumn he comes back to
placed his feet against the high bank, and Glooskap's country and reigns six months;
with a mighty push, he sent her out into the but his rule is softer than in olden times. And
deep water. Then, to keep peace with the when he comes, Summer runs home to the
whale, he threw her a pipe and a bag of warm Southland. But at the end of six
Indian tobacco, and the whale, pleased with months, she always comes back to drive old
the gift, lighted the pipe and sailed far out to Winter away to his own land, to awaken the
sea. northern land, and to give it the joys that only
Far inland strode Glooskap and at every she, the queen, can give. And so, in Gloo-
step it grew warmer, and the flowers began to skap's old country, Winter and Summer, the
come up and talk with him. He came to where hoary old giant and the beautiful fairy queen,
there were many fairies dancing in the forest. divide the rule of the land between them.
In the center of the group was one fairer than
all the others; her long brown hair was
crowned with flowers and her arms filled with
The Story of the First Woodpecker
blossoms. She was the queen Summer.
Glooskap knew that here at last was the A story of tribal accompanied by magic and
life,
you. Six months of every year you may come and the Great Spirit said, "I will wait."
back to Glooskap's country and reign as of When that cake was baked, it was larger
old, out you will be less severe. During the than the first one. "It is so large that I will
othe six months, I myself will come from the keep it for a feast," she thought. So she said to
Sout i and rule the land." her guest, "I will not give you this cake, but if
614 THE ORAL TRADITION
you will wait, I will make you another one." "I bare branches of the pifion tree, where, hook-
will wait," said the Great Spirit again. ing his feet firmly into the bark, he began to
Then the woman made another cake. It sing and play his flute.
was still smaller than the others had been at It was just at this time that the Coyote
first, but when she went to the fire for it, she happened to come along. He heard the little
found it the largest of all. She did not know Locust singing at the top of his voice:
that the Great Spirit's magic had made each
cake larger, and she thought, "This is a mar- "Locust, Locust, playing a flute,
vel, but I will not give away the largest cake
Away up above on the pine tree bough,
of all." So she said to her guest, "I have no Closely clinging,
food for you. Go to the forest and look there Playing a flute,
for your food. You can find it in the bark of the Playing a flute!"
trees, if you will." "Delight of my senses!" called out the Coy-
The Great Spirit was angry when he heard ote, squatting down on his haunches, and
the words of the woman. He rose up from looking up, with his ears pricked and his
where he sat and threw back his cloak. "A mouth grinning. "Delight of my senses! How
woman must be good and gentle," he said, finelyyou play your flute!"
"and you are cruel. You shall no longer be a "Do you think so?" said the Locust, contin-
woman and live in a wigwam. You shall go uing his song.
out into the forests and hunt for your food in "Goodness yes!" cried the Coyote, as he
the bark of trees." came nearer. "What a fine song it is! Please
The Great Spirit stamped his foot on the teach it to me. I would like to sing it to my old
earth, and the woman grew smaller and wife, and to my children. I have a great many
smaller. Wings started from her body and children."
feathers grew upon her. With a loud cry she "All right," said the Locust. "Now listen
rose from the earth and flew away to the well." And he sang his song again.
forest. "Delightful!" cried the Coyote. "Now, shall
And to this day all woodpeckers live in the I try?"
forest and hunt for their food in the bark of "Yes, try," said the old Locust.
trees. Then in a very hoarse voice the Coyote half
growled and half sang what the Locust had
The Locust and the Coyote sung. "That is really very good, don't you
think so?" he asked the Locust.
This Zufii beast tale has a moral if one wants to "Well fairly," said the little creature.
find perhaps
it; its moral is the
of same as that "Now then, let us sing it together." And
How the Coyote Danced with the Blackbirds, and while the Locust piped shrilly, the Coyote
similar to that of the fable The Crow and the sang gruffly.
Partridge, but the lesson here is less emphasized "There now!" he exclaimed. "I am a fine
than in many folktales the coyote is
the fable. In fellow!"And without waiting to say another
represented as a stupid beast. [From Aileen B. word, he whisked away toward his home. As
Nusbaum, Zuni Indian Tales (Putnam, 1926).] he was running along he kept repeating the
song to himself, and he thought little of
In the days of the ancients, there lived south where he was going. Therefore he did not
of Halona an old Coyote; and over near the notice an old Gopher peering at him ahead on
headland of rocks, in a crooked, old pifion the trail. Now this old Gopher laid a trap for
tree, lived a Locust. him in his hole.
One day the Coyote went out hunting, leav- The Coyote came trotting along, singing
ing his large family of children and his old merrily, when suddenly he tumbled heels
wife at home. over head into the Gopher's hole. He sneezed,
It was a fine day and the old Locust began to cough and to rub the sand out of his
crawled out of his home, and along one of the eyes, and then jumping up, he said many
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 615
wicked things to the old Gopher, who laughed glued the back together with a little pitch,
at him far down in one of his cellars. and left the false Locust sticking to the bark.
The Coyote scrambled out of the hole, and After he had finished, he flew away to a
tried to recall his song, but found that he had neighboring tree.
forgotten it. And during this time the Coyote had met
"You lubber-cheeked old Gopher!" he cried the Pigeons and had again forgotten his song.
out. "You have made me forget my lovely "I'll just go and get him to sing it over again.
song. Well I will run back and get the old The silly old fellow must be still there piping
Locust to sing it over again. If he can sit there away." And he ran back as fast as his legs
singing to himself, why can't he sing it to would carry him.
me?" So he ran back as fast as he could. "Ah wah!" he panted. "I'm all tired out
When he arrived at the pifion tree, sure with this running back and forth. But no
enough, there was the old Locust still sitting matter; I see you are still there, my friend. I
mind ng of his own affairs. "Ah! Wha!" yelled the Coyote, and he made
First, catching tight hold of the bark, he a quick jump in the air, and snapped the
swelled himself up and strained until his Locust skin off the branch. He bit so hard that
back split open; then he walked right out of the stone broke his teeth, and he rolled in the
his o d skin, and crawling down the tree, sand and howled and wriggled with pain.
founc a little quartz stone, which, being light Then he got up and shook his head, and ran
color< d and clear, would make his skin look away with his tail between his legs.
like h imself He took the stone up the tree and
. And the old Locust sat in the other pinon
caref illy placed it in the empty skin. Then he tree and sang his song, and played his flute
616 THE ORAL TRADITION
just for the joy of it, and because the sun was and spreading their wings, with many a flut-
shining. ter, flurry, and scurry, keh, keh keh, keh
keh, keh keh, keh they would fly away
into the air, swirling off in a dense, black
How the Coyote Danced with the flock, circling far upward and onward; then,
Blackbirds wheeling about and darting down, they would
dip themselves in the broad spring which
This "pourquoi" story of the Zuni Indians is flows out at the foot of the mountain, and
reminiscent of the fable The Jackdaw and the
return to their dancing place on the rocky
Borrowed Plumes. Note that the fable is terse and
slope.
to the point, as a fable should be, whereas this
A Coyote was out hunting (as if he could
story is
deftly developed to the climax and the
catch anything, the beast!) and saw them,
moral left to the reader's inference. [From Frank
and was enraptured.
Hamilton Gushing, Zuni Folk Tales (Knopf, "You beautiful creatures!" he exclaimed.
1931).]
"You graceful dancers! Delight of my senses!
One autumn day in the times of the
late
How do you do that, anyway? Couldn't I join
in your dance the first part of it, at least?"
ancients, a large council of Blackbirds were
"Why, certainly; yes," said the Blackbirds.
gathered, fluttering and chattering, on the
"We are quite willing," the masters of the
smooth, rocky slopes of Gorge Mountain,
ceremony said.
northwest of Zuni. Like ourselves, these
"Well," said the Coyote, "I can get on the
birds, as you are well aware, congregate to-
autumn time, when the harvests are slope of the rocks and I can sing the song with
gether in
to indulge in their festivities before
you; but I suppose that when you leap off into
ripe,
the air I shall have to sit there patting the
going into winter quarters; only we do not
rock with my paw and my tail and singing
move away, while they, on strong wings and
while you have the fun of it."
swift, retreat for a time to the Land of Ever-
"It may be," said an old Blackbird, "that
lasting Summer.
we can fit you out so that you can fly with us."
Well, on this particular morning they were
"Is it possible!" cried the Coyote. "Then by
making a great noise and having a grand allmeans do so. By the Blessed Immortals!
dance, and this was the way of it: They would
Now, if I am only able to circle off into the air
gather in one vast flock, somewhat orderly in
its disposition, on the sloping face of Gorge
like you fellows, I'll be the biggest Coyote in
the world!"
Mountain the older birds in front, the
"I think it will be easy," resumed the old
younger ones behind and down the slope,
Blackbird. "My children," said he, "you are
chirping and fluttering, they would hop, hop,
many, and many are your wing feathers.
hop, singing:
Contribute each one of you a feather to our
"Ketchu, Ketchu, ontila, ontila, friend." Thereupon the Blackbirds, each one
Ketchu, Ketchu, ontila, ontila! of them, plucked a feather from his wing.
Ashokta a ya-a-laa Ke-e-tchu, Unfortunately they all plucked feathers from
Ontila, the wings on the same side.
Ontila!" "Are you sure, my friend," continued the
"Blackbirds, blackbirds, dance away, O, old Blackbird, "that you are willing to go
dance away, O! through the operation of having these feath-
Blackbirds, blackbirds, dance away, O, dance ers planted in your skin? If so, I think we can
away, O! fit you out."
Down the Mountain of the Gorges, Black- "Willing? why, of course I am willing."
birds, And the Coyote held up one of his arms, and,
Dance away, O! sitting down, steadied himself with his tail.
Dance away, O!" Then the Blackbirds thrust in the feathers all
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 617
along the rear of his forelegs and down the the air, the Coyote in their midst. Far off and
sides of his back, where wings ought to be. It high they circled and circled, the Coyote cut-
hurt, and the Coyote twitched his mustache ting more eager pranks than any of the rest.
considerably; but he said nothing. When it Finally they returned, dipped themselves
was done, he asked: "Am I ready now?" again into the spring, and settled on the
"Yes," said the Blackbirds, "we think you '11 slopes of the rocks.
do." "There, now," cried out the Coyote, with a
So they formed themselves again on the flutter of his feathery tail, "I can fly as well as
upper part of the slope, sang their songs, and the rest of you."
hopped along down with many a flutter, flur- "Indeed, you do well!" exclaimed the
ry, and scurry Keh, keh, keh, keh, keh, Blackbirds. "Shall we try it again?"
keh and away they flew off into the air. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I'm a little winded,"
The Coyote, somewhat startled, got out of cried the Coyote, "but this is the best fun I
time but followed bravely, making heavy ever had."
flops; but, ashave said before, the wings he
I The Blackbirds, however, were not satis-
was supplied with were composed of feathers fied with their companion. They found him
all plucked from one side, and therefore he less sedate than a dancer ought to be, and,
flew slanting and spirally and brought up moreover, his irregular cuttings-up in the air
with a whack, which nearly knocked the were not to their taste. So the old ones whis-
breath out of him, against the side of the pered to one another: "This fellow is a fool,
mountain. He picked himself up, and shook and we must pluck him when he gets into the
himself, and cried out: "Hold! Hold! Hold on, air. We'll fly so far this time that he will get a
hold on there!" to the fast-disappearing little tired and cry to us for assistance."
slope they went, hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop, shook his head sadly, and, with a crestfallen
singi ig their song, and away they flew into countenance and tail dragging between his
618 THE ORAL TRADITION
legs, betook himself to his home over the "I've been thinking about death," said
mountains. Saynday. "My world and my people have been
The agony of that fall had been so great going on quite a while now, and things are
and the heat of his exertions so excessive that beginning to get old and die sometimes."
the feathers left in his forelegs and tailtip "What's wrong with that?" said little Red
were all shriveled up into little ugly black makes room
Ant. "It for new people."
fringes of hair. His descendants were many. "The people who die don't like it," said
Therefore, you will often meet coyotes to Saynday.
this day who have little black fringes along "There isn't to make them stop
any way
the rear of their forelegs, and the tips of their dying," said Red Ant. "No, but there
little
tails are often black. Thus it was in the days might be a way to bring them back," said
of the ancients. Saynday. "I've been thinking and thinking
Thus shortens my story. and thinking and thinking about it, and I
think I know a way to bring them back when
they've been dead four days."
Why the Ant Is Almost Cut in Two
"Well, it sounds rather silly to me," said
little Red Ant.
Ritual, belief, "pourquoi" story are com-
and a
bined in thisfrom the mythology of the
tale "I don't see anything silly about it," said
Kiowa Indians, taken down by a noted anthropol- Saynday.
"I think it is," said little Red Ant. "The way
ogist, Alice Marriott, and recorded in her book
Winter-Telling Stories. According to ritual, these things are now, the people who die off are old.
stories must be told only in the winter season. They've had a good time and lived life out.
Saynday, the trickster-god, considers here the When they go, it doesn't hurt them. Then
mystery of death and the tragedy of the young there is a place for a new person to come
who die. Making himself small, it was with the along and enjoy life. I think the new ones
lowly ant that he chose to discuss these matters. ought to have a turn."
[From Alice Marriott, Winter-Telling Stories "That's the way it is now," said Saynday,
(Crowell, 1947).] "but maybe it won't always be that way.
Maybe some of the young people will get
Saynday was coming along, and as he killed off by accident. Then we ought to have
came he saw little Red Ant with a big sack some way to bring them back so they can
over her shoulder. Little Red Ant was differ- enjoy their full lives."
ent in those early days. Her head and her body "I don't think you need to," said little Red
were all in one piece, with no neck between Ant. "If they're so stupid they go and get
them. When she carried her big round sack it killed, it's just their own faults."
looked like one ball carrying another and "All right," said Saynday. "I wanted to
rolling along the ground. know what you thought. Now that I know, I
"Hello, there," said Saynday. "You look as will let there be death. When things and
if you were hot." people die, they won't come back to this world
"I am hot," said little Red Ant. "It's a hot any more. Now I have to go and see some
day." more of my world. Goodbye."
"Sit down and rest," said Saynday, "and And he and little Red Ant went their sepa-
let's talk things over." rate ways.
"All right," said little Red Ant. Four days later Saynday was coming back,
They sat down and rested in the shade of a and he came to that same prickly pear. There
prickly pear, and Saynday made himself was mourning and crying all around. He
small enough to talk comfortably to little Red looked down on the ground and saw little Red
Ant. Ant. She was sitting in the shade of the
"I've been thinking a lot," said Saynday. prickly pear and crying as if her heart would
"What have you been thinking about?" break. Saynday made himself little again,
asked little Red Ant. and sat down beside her.
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 619
"What's the matter?" said Saynday. hills and in the valleys were huge beech and
"Oh, it's my son," said little Red Ant. chestnut trees, where squirrels chattered,
"What happened to your son?" said Sayn- and bears came to take their morning and
day. evening meals.
"A buffalo stepped on him," answered little The chief of the band was Hah-yah-no,
Red Ant, "and now he's all gone dead." "Tracks in the water," and he halted his party
"That's too bad," said Saynday. on the lake shore that he might return thanks
"It's terrible," said little Red Ant. to the Great Spirit for their safe arrival at this
And before Saynday could do anything, good hunting-ground. "Here will we build our
she pulled his knife out of his belt and cut lodges for the winter, and may the Great
herself almost in two, just above her shoul- Spirit, who has prospered us on our way, send
ders. Saynday thought there had been enough us plenty of game, and health and peace."
dying already for one morning, so he took the The Indian is always thankful.
knife away before she could cut herself clear The pleasant autumn days passed on. The
in two. lodges had been built, and hunting had pros-
"There," he said, "you see how it is. That's pered, when the children took a fancy to
the way people feel when some one they love dance for their own amusement. They were
dies. They want to die too. If you'd let me getting lonesome, having little to do, and so
have my way, your son would have come back they met daily in a quiet spot by the lake to
at the end of four days. But you thought there have what they called their jolly dance. They
would be too many people in the world if that had done this a long time, when one day a
happened. So now you know why I wanted to very old man came to them. They had seen no
do that. For all the rest of the world, people one like him before. He was dressed in white
will keep on dying. And for all the rest of the feathers, and his white hair shone like silver.
world, you will go around cut almost in two, to If his appearance was strange, his words
remind you of what you did to everybody." were unpleasant as well. He told them they
And that's the way it was, and that's the must stop their dancing, or evil would happen
way it is, to this good day. to them. Little did the children heed, for they
were intent on their sport, and again and
again the old man appeared, repeating his
Origin of the Pleiades warning.
The Onondaga story of the origin of the seven The mere dances did not afford all the
stars that form the cluster, the Pleiades, differs enjoyment the children wished, and a little
from ^ny of the various explanations found in boy, who liked a good dinner, suggested a
Greek mythology. Moreover, in all Creek ver- feast the next time they met. The food must
sions the Pleiades were originally girls, not boys come from their parents, and all these were
as here. [From Stith Thompson, Tales of the asked when they returned home. "You will
North American Indians (Harvard University waste and spoil good victuals," said one. "You
Press, 1929).] can eat at home as you should," said another,
and so they got nothing at all. Sorry as they
A Ion? time ago a party of Indians went were for this, they met and danced as before.
through the woods toward a good hunting- A little to eat after each dance would have
ground, which they had long known. They made them happy indeed. Empty stomachs
travel id several days through a very wild cause no joy.
county, going on leisurely and camping by One day, as they danced, they found them-
the way. At last they reached Kan-ya-ti-yo, selves rising little by little into the air, their
"the eautiful lake," where the gray rocks
1 heads being light through hunger. How this
were crowned with great forest trees. Fish happened they did not know, but one said,
swarn ed in the waters, and at every jutting "Do not look back, for something strange is
point the deer came down from the hills taking place."A woman, too, saw them rise,
aroun'l to bathe or drink of the lake. On the and called them back, but with no effect, for
620 THE ORAL TRADITION
be my brothers. They are great hunters, and the great bull coming in and going out. He
could bring home food for us all. They have was very much afraid. Tears ran down his
no sister, so I could keep their lodge, and cook face while he searched for his sister. When he
their food, and make their moccasins." saw his brothers coming home from the hunt,
Her grandmother thought that was a fine he ran to them, crying, "A great bull has
idea, so she helped Red Leaf select seven of stolen our sister."
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 621
The brothers knew the tracks were those of came alive from the coyote-skin medicine
the great Double-Teethed Bull. They began to sack. The coyote was very clever. He slipped
mourn and cry. "What can we do to save our around far to the south, and came up on the
sister? The Double-Teethed Bull is so power- other side of the herd. Then he went limping
ful we can do nothing against him. He cannot through the buffalo, acting as though he were
be killed." sick and crippled.
At last, one said, "We can't just sit here. But the Double-Teethed Bull was not
Let's get busy and build four strong corrals, fooled. He shook his heavy horns at him and
one inside the other. Then we'll go and try to said, "Coyote, I think you are a spy. Go away,
get our sister away from him. That way, if we before I look at you and you die. .". .
can get her, we will have some strong place to So Coyote was afraid to stay. He went back
bring her." to the brothers. This time they tried the crow.
This they did, piling big logs together and He flew in close, lighting on the ground, and
bracing them like a fort. When all four were pecking as though gathering food, then flying
finished, little Moksois went out and gathered a little closer and lighting again. But the bull
anthills and brought them back in his robe. suspected him. "Go away, crow. Don't come
He scattered the ants and sand in a line all any closer. You're trying to do something bad.
around the inside of the smallest corral. I think I'll just look at you. Then you will fall
Then the seven brothers followed the down dead. ." Crow didn't wait. He flew
. .
tracks of their sister and the great bull for a away, back to the brothers, waiting on the
long time. At last they came to the top of a hill.
high hill, from which they could look far The last to go was the tiny yellow bird. He
across the plain. There they saw a great herd was so tiny that he crept along through the
of buffalo, covering the plain as far as the eye grass, among the buffalo, without any of
could see. In the center of the herd was a them seeing him, even the great bull. He
large open space, and in the open space sat slipped under Red Leaf's robe and said to her,
their sister, with the great bull lying on the "Red Leaf, your brothers are yonder on the
ground close by. No other buffalo were near hill.They will try to save you. They sent me to
them. tell you what to do. Just cover yourself all
The brothers had brought their medicine over with your robe, and pretend to go to
sacks with them. One was made from the sleep. Then
wait."
skin of a blackbird, one from that of a Thegreat bull snorted, and rumbled in his
crow, one from a coyote skin, and one from throat, but he didn't see the little yellow bird
the skin of a tiny yellow bird. Little Moksois' as he crept back through the herd. When he
medicine sack was made of tanned buffalo got back to the hill, the brothers took council
hide, made in the shape of a half -moon, and among themselves. Moksois said, "Now it is
he carried the skin of a gopher inside it. my turn to do something. Everyone be quiet. I
The eldest brother took the blackbird skin will try to put the Double-Teethed Bull to
in his hand, and it changed into a live black- sleep so we can do something."
bird. He told the bird to fly down and try to get So he lay down on the ground with his
close enough to their sister to tell her they half-moon medicine sack by his head and
were there. shut his eyes. Everyone kept very still, wait-
He Hew close to Red Leaf, where she sat on ing. After a time, he opened his eyes and
the ground, half -covered by her robe. He tried arose. "Blackbird, fly down and see if the bull
to talk to her, but the great bull saw him there isasleep," he said.
and ru mbled, "Blackbird, what are you trying When the blackbird came back, he said
to do? Ajre you a spy? Go away, or I will look at he'd seen the great bull, sleeping soundly,
you and you will fall to the ground, dead." with his nose against the ground.
The bl ackbird was afraid of his power, so he "That is good," said Moksois. "I am to
flew b ick to the brothers. blame for the Double-Teethed Bull stealing
The second brother sent the coyote that our sister. Now I will get her back. All of you
622 THE ORAL TRADITION
wait here, but be ready to run away when I the plain, with the huge bull out in front.
get back." When they saw the corrals, they stopped and
He opened his half-moon medicine sack waited while an old cow walked slowly
and took the gopher skin out and laid it on the nearer.
ground. Instantly, it became a live gopher, "Come back with me, Red Leaf. The
and started to dig with its long sharp claws. Double-Teethed Bull wants you," she called
Moksois stayed right beside the gopher and to them. "If you don't return, he will come
followed it into the hole it was digging. and get you himself."
The gopher made a tunnel straight to Moksois said, "Tell him to come, if he
where Red Leaf lay, covered by her robe. dares." But before she had gone very far, he
Moksois came up under the robe and took her shot the old cow, and she fell to the ground.
by the hand and led her back along the gopher Three other messengers came, asking Red
hole to where the brothers waited. Leaf to come back to the Double-Teethed
They took their sister, and as fast as they Bull, and making threats. Each time Moksois
could, they ran toward home, to the shelter of gave them the same answer. Each time he
the strong corrals they had built. But Moksois shot them before they got back to the great
stayed behind, to keep watch on the herd. He bull. Only the last one got near enough to give
wanted to see what happened when the great him Moksois' message.
bull found Red Leaf gone. He felt very brave. Then the great bull was terribly angry. He
"I will stay here and watch," he said. "I am pranced and pawed. He hooked the ground
not afraid. Let the Double-Teethed Bull look and bellowed defiance. Head down, he
at me. He can't kill me with one of his looks." charged the corral at a fast gallop, the herd
The great bull heaved himself to his feet thundering behind.
and shook himself all over. Then he walked "Come out," he roared to the girl. "Come
over to Red Leaf's robe, still spread out on the out. Don't you know who I am?"
ground over the gopher hole, and sniffed at it. Red Leaf was trembling and crying. She
When he saw she was gone, he bellowed begged her brothers to let her go. "He will kill
and pawed the ground, throwing clouds of you all. Let me go. ... It may save you ." . .
dust into the air. He tossed and hooked the But Moksois said, "Don't be afraid. Don't
robe with his sharp horns until he tore it to cry. I will kill the bull."
shreds. When the Double-Teethed Bull heard Mok-
All the buffalo were excited and milling sois say that, he was furious. He charged the
around, pawing and bellowing. Then the bull corral and hooked his horns in the logs, toss-
saw the gopher hole. He sniffed at it, then ing them aside like sticks. The churning,
began to run back over the ground the same bellowing herd charged the other corrals, one
direction Moksois and Red Leaf had gone after another, scattering the logs like straws
through the tunnel. All the other buffalo fol- in the wind. But when they came to the place
lowed him, charging at great speed; heads where Moksois had made the line inside with
down, stirring up such a cloud of dust that it the anthills, every grain of sand had become a
was like the smoke from a prairie fire. big rock, making a strong rock corral, that
Moksois watched them from the hill, but stopped the buffalo charge.
before they got too near, he put an arrow in Again and again the buffalo charged the
his bow and shot it as far as he could, toward wall, hurling the great stones in every direc-
home. The instant the arrow touched the tion, like pebbles. The eldest brother said,
ground, Moksois was beside it. That was part "Even these rocks can't stand against him.
of his power. He kept shooting his arrows He will be inside, next time. ."
. .
until he reached the lodge. Their sister cried, "Let me go ... let me go
"Get ready, the buffalo are coming," he outside, orhe will kill you all."
cried. And theygot inside the log corrals
all But Moksois said again, "Don't be afraid.
and kept watch. In a little while, the great Stay here. I still have power ." Then he
. .
herd of buffalo came in sight, galloping over shot his arrow straight up into the air, just as
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 623
high as he could shoot it. And as high as it off great sliverswith his sharp horns. But just
went, there stood a tall tree, reaching into the as fast as he tossed a piece of wood aside, it
sky. joined back to the tree the same as it had been
"Now, hurry, climb up there," he cried, before.
helping his sister into the tree. Quickly, all Moksois only waited to shoot his last arrow
the brothers climbed up into the branches. at the powerful bull, before he followed his
But just as Moksois climbed to the lowest brothers and his sister up and up the tree,
limb, the Double-Teethed Bull broke through until they went into the sky. There they be-
the rocks with a terrible bellow that shook the came the seven stars. The girl is the head
hills. star, and the little one, off to one side by itself,
He charged and charged the tree, tearing is little Moksois, still keeping guard.
The Legend of the Palm Tree their God Tupan to send them rain once more,
to quench the thirst of the plants and ani-
The publication of this story in English has an mals. But their prayers were in vain. The sun
interesting history. Some years ago, as part of the continued burning .Indians and animals
. .
hausted, but you may read below the ancient While he was praying to the God Tupan to
legend of how the palm tree became, for the help them, he suddenly heard a voice calling
natives of Brazil, the "good Tree of Providence." him.
[Complete text of Margarida Estrela Bandeira Looking up he saw an Indian woman in the
Duart ?, The Legend of the Palm Tree (Grosset & top of the palm tree. She said to him: "My
you. Put my leaves to dry and beat them. The boy did everything just as the Indian
From them you will get my wax, a gray and woman had told him. Some years later a large
perfumed powder, with which you will light plantation of palm trees stood swaying where
your way in the moonless nights. From the the desert once had been.
straw that remains, weave your hat and your The young Indian, now grown to manhood,
mat. said good-by to his parents, as he set forth to
"Now you must do something for me: plant carry to the Indians, near and far, the coco-
my little nuts in order that there may grow a nuts of the good Tree of Providence, as the
plantation of palm trees. Then you may build happy natives of Brazil call it today.
your hut with the timber from my trunk."
Hawaiian Myth
How Kana Brought Back the Sun and club knocked Ka-hoa-alii's man over. And
Moon and Stars after he had flung his club Niheu went on to
his grandmother's house. He told her what he
Whether or not this story refers to a period had done. She was made afraid, and she told
comparable to what we know as the ice age is not him that trouble would come because of
clear. It does not seem to represent the chaos in his mischief. "Go," she said, "and find your
Genesis before the Lord created the sun, moon, brother Kana, and bring him here to us, for
and stars, since it definitely refers to their previ- we shall need his help."
ous existence and to their having been stolen. But before he went, Uli made him help her
[From Padraic Colum, The Bright Islands (Yale fix a long rope that she had. She took the rope
University Press, 1925).] and she tied it to the post of her house, and
she brought the end of it down to the sea-
Once the Sun and the Moon and the Stars shore, and she tied it to a great stone there.
were taken away; they were taken away by The people wondered, and Niheu wondered at
Ka-hoa-alii, and the people of the world would what Uli did. Then Niheu went off to find his
still be in cold and darkness if Kana and his brother Kana.
brother Niheu had not gone to find them and Meanwhile, Ka-hoa-alii had heard what
bring them back. Uli's grandson had done to his man. "I will
You have been told about Kana, the youth punish Niheu for this, and I will punish all
who could stretch himself upward until his the people of Hawaii," he said. "Now I will
body was as thin as the thread of a spider's take away the Sun and the Moon and the
web, and you have been told about Niheu, his Stars from their sky. I will leave the people in
brother, who carried a war-club so great that, cold and darkness; only where I am will there
by resting one end of it in his canoe and be warmth and light."
putting the other end against a cliff, he could Niheu found his brother, and he started
walk from his canoe to the land, and you have with him for their grandmother's house.
been told about Uli, Kana's and Niheu's wise While they were on their way the darkness
grandmother. came, for the Sun was taken out of the sky
This story begins with Niheu. Once when suddenly. But as they went on, they struck
he was crossing the Island of Hawaii he against the rope that Uli had stretched from
heard about Ka-hoa-alii's man and how he the post of her house to the stone on the
kept the people fishing and cooking for him; seashore. Holding the rope, they came to the
the people were pitying themselves and com- house. Kana did not go within, for no house
plaining when Niheu came amongst them. was high enough to hold him. The two of
Then Niheu saw Ka-hoa-alii's man, and he them saw their grandmother seated by a blaz-
flung his club at him; the stroke of the great ing fire with lights all around her.
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 625
"So you have come," said their grandmoth- Kana. Luahine-kai-kapu lay down. Kana
er to them. "You are the only two in all the picked off the young shoots of the coconut and
world that can bring the Sun and the Moon called out to her, "Luahine-kai-kapu, turn
and the Stars back into our sky. Ka-hoa-alii your face toward the sky." She turned her
has taken them away, and you must go to face up as directed; Kana then threw the two
where Ka-hoa-alii is. Before I tell you what to young shoots at her eyes.
do, do you, Kana, stretch yourself upward, Then he struck her in the eyes, and she
and see if there is any light in the sky." jumped up and cried out with a loud voice,
Kana stretched himself upward until his "Oh, I am killed!" Kana then said to her, "Be
head was near the sky. He looked around, and quiet and rub your eyes." The old woman
he saw a little light in it. He brought himself began rubbing her eyes. After she had done
down again, and he told his grandmother this, she cried out that she was able to see as
what he had seen. before.
Then said Uli: "You, Kana, and you, "Before I send you into the country of Ka-
Niheu, will have to go to the country that hoa-alii, I shall have to do something to make
Ka-hoa-alii rules over. Go straight toward the your hands different," said Luahine-kai-
place that the Sun used to rise in. The fine kapu. She took ku-kui-nut and charcoal and
rain will fall on you and the cold will get into she pounded them together and she made a
your bones, but go on and on until you come to paste. She rubbed the paste she had made
where an old woman sits at the bottom of a on the great hands of Kana. "Now," said
cliff. She is my sister; Luahine-kai-kapu she she, "you have hands like the hands of
is named, and she is blind. Tell her that you Ka-hoa-alii." Then she told him what to do
are Uli's grandchildren, and she will direct when he came to the place where Ka-hoa-alii
you to the country that Ka-hoa-alii rules lived.
over." She set a fire before him to guide him, and
So Kana and Niheu started off from their she set a wind at his back to help him on. And
grandmother's house. They went in a straight helped on by the wind and guided by the fire,
line toward the place that the Sun used to rise Kana came at last to the borders of Ka-hoa-
in. As they went on, the fine rain fell on them alii's country. Then the fire died down, and he
and the cold went into their bones. Kana took had no guide to go before him. But still the
up Niheu and carried him on. But still the wind helped him on.
fine rain fell on them and still the cold crept He came to the place where Ka-hoa-alii
into their bones. Then, when they came to the was. He hid and watched him. Ka-hoa-alii
place chat is called Kaha-kae-kaea, Niheu lay would lift up a great stone that covered a hole
down to die. in the sky, and take food up in his hands and
Kana left him wrapped in leaves under a feast with his attendants. And when they had
loulu palm and went on. He came to where an feasted, they would go into the house and play
old woman sat at the bottom of a cliff; she
games. Thus Ka-hoa-alii and his attendants
was blind, and he knew that she was passed the day; they feasted and they played
Luahi le-kai-kapu, his grandmother's sister. games, and they played games and they
"Whose child are you?" said Luahine-kai- feasted.
kapu to Kana. Kana did what Luahine-kai-kapu told him
"Yo ir sister's Uli's grandchild," said Kana. He watched all they did. When they had
to do.
"Wl at have you come for?" said she. gone into the house, he went to the great
"I h ave come to get the Sun and the Moon stone. He lifted it up. He propped it up with
and th s Stars that Ka-hoa-alii has taken from his feet. Then he put his two hands down into
our sty; I am the only one who can bring the hole.
them 1 tack. Show me the way to Ka-hoa-alii's Those below put things into his hands.
counti y." They were things to eat. Kana flung them
"I h ive no eyes," said Luahine-kai-kapu; "I away, and put his hands down again. Those
canno see to show you the way." below put water into his hands. He emptied
"Lit down under this coconut tree," said the water out. Kana put his hands down
626 THE ORAL TRADITION
again. Those below put birds into his hands; standing there, and he saw the Sun shining in
he took them up and let them fly around; they the sky.He went toward Kana to kill him, but
were the birds that cry when darkness is he saw how tall and how strong Kana was,
going. Now as they flew around they cried, and he was afraid to touch him. And Kana,
"Kia-wea! Kia-wea!" seeing that Ka-hoa-alii was afraid of him,
He put his hands down again. Now his demanded from him the Water of Life, the
hands were filled with Stars. He took them up Water of Kane, so that he might restore his
and flung them into the sky. There they brother with it. Ka-hoa-alii gave him the
stayed the Stars that we still see. He low- Water of Kane.
ered his hands again. The Moon was put into Kana then went to Kaha-kae-kaea. His
his hands. He put the Moon into the blue sky brother Niheu was there, wrapped in leaves
with the Stars, and it stayed there, giving under the loulu palm. He gave him the Water
light. of Life,and life came back again to Niheu.
Kana put his hands down again. This time Afterward Ka-hoa-alii came to where they
a single bird was put into his hands. He took it were. He gave them a canoe made out of
up and put it beside him. It was the crowing white chicken feathers, and in that canoe
cock. He put his hands down once more; the Kana and Niheu returned to Hawaii. They
warm Sun was put into his hands. He held the went to their grandmother's house, and they
bright Sun up. He put it into the sky. The cock saw the Sun in the heavens, and the Moon
beside him crowed. following the Sun, and Stars with the Moon.
The cock crew, and Ka-hoa-alii, hearing it And never again were these bright lights
crow, came out of his house. He saw Kana taken out of our sky.
Greek Legend
The Seven Sleepers master and his master's six friends lying, one
beside the other, fast asleep.
No wonder that Sleep has held the imagination of The dog that was Malchus's dog would
man, from the earliest time to the revelations of smell around, but nothing would come to him
Sigmund Freud. It is a common happening, but except the smell that he had known in
none the less mysterious for that. This story burrows the smell of dry earth. There
concerns a legend of the early Christian era. But would be no stir in the air around him; there
before that time was Sleeping Beauty from the would be no movement upon the ground;
dawn of folklore and the Nigerian folktale that there would be no daylight. The thousand
tells of the blessing of sleep, The Town Where No bats, high above him, made no sound and
One Slept. The story of the long sleep that awaits gave no With his head raised, the dog
stir.
themoment of awakening is a recurring tale. The that was Malchus's dog would look at his
armies of Frederick Barbarossa, sleeping until he master, expecting that his voice would come
shall return to call them to arms; and our own Rip to him. No voice would come, and the dog
Van Winkle; these too belong to this mythology would turn round, and lie down, and sleep
of sleep. [From Padraic Colum, The Forge in the again.
Forest (Macmillan, 1925).] Every seven years for fifty times seven
years the dog would wake up; still his master
The roots of the Cedars of Lebanon grew and his master's six friends lay there, their
down into that cavern, and in their tangles a flesh upon them, and the bloom of youth upon
thousand bats huddled together. Every seven their flesh. Then, one day, light streamed into
years the dog that was Malchus's dog wak- the cavern, for the stones that had been set at
ened up: raising his head he would see his its mouth were removed. The dog waked up;
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 627
seeing the daylight, the dog barked. Malchus, talking to one another, and weeping and con-
his master, waked up. And then the other six soling one another. Then they slept. The dog
sleepers awakened. that was Malchus's dog crept close to them,
They awakened and they said to one anoth- and he, too, slept, but every seven years he
er,"We have slept; even through the hours of awakened.
our great danger we slept." They saw daylight And after a hundred years, and another
streaming in and each said, "It is not as we hundred, and a third hundred years had
thought it was." Each thought that he had passed, a man came to the side of that moun-
had a dream of the cavern being closed upon tain, and seeking weighty stones for the
them by their persecutors with immovable building of a roadway, he took away the
stones. stones that were at the mouth of the cavern.
For these youths had been persecuted by It was then that the daylight streamed in on
Decius, Emperor of the Romans, King of the where they lay. It was then that the dog that
Four Quarters of the Earth, having dominion was Malchus's dog barked. It was then that
over seventy-two Kings. The Emperor had they wakened up Malchus, Marcian,
been moved to persecute the Christians of the Dionysius, John, Serapion, Maximian, and
city of Ephesus. He had a proclamation Constantine. It was then that each said, "It is
made, saying that all who would not go not as I thought; the mouth of the cavern is
into the pagan temples and make sacrifice to not closed upon us."
the pagan idols should be cut to pieces by They were hungry. Malchus told his
his soldiers; he himself rode on his horse into friends that he would steal into the city, and
the city to see that his command was carried buy bread and bring it back to them. They let
out. him go, and he went out of the cavern, and
Nearly all who were in the city forsook the down the side of the mountain, and along the
Christian faith. But there were seven youths road that went to the city of Ephesus. When
who would not forsake it, nor go into the he came before the gate of the city he nearly
pagan temples and make sacrifice to the fell backward in astonishment. For behold!
pagan idols. These seven were friends who over the gate of the city was the cross of the
were devoted to one another, and their names Christian faith. He thought that this could be
were Malchus, Marcian, Dionysius, John, nothing but a trick to bring back to the city
Serapion, Maximian, and Constantine. the Christians who had fled from it. And in
They stole from the city and they went greater fear than ever he went through the
towards the mountain Celion, and the dog gate and into the city.
that was Malchus's dog followed them. They He had lived in a wide street in that city,
hid within a cavern. Then one went back to but now he went down by-ways and lane-
the ci :y to buy food. The shopkeeper who sold ways so that he might not be met by those
him meal made a little rent in the bag so that who knew him. He came to a baker's shop
the meal trickled out, leaving a track where that was away from the main part of the
he went. And the Emperor, mounted on his town, and he went within. He saluted the
horse, followed this track and came to the baker, and the baker returned his saluation in
caver i where the seven had hidden them- the name of Christ. Malchus was fearful,
selves. He signed to his followers, and they thinking that the words were said to trap him,
drew heavy stones, and they closed up the but he pretended not to have heard what the
entrance of the cavern. "In a while," the baker said. He took the loaves from him, and
Emperor said, "none will be left alive in handed him a silver coin in payment.
Ephes us or around it who have the Christian When the baker received the coin he looked
faith.
'
And the Emperor rejoiced as he said at Malchus sharply. He then went to the back
'
this. "he seven in the cavern sat together; of the shop and spoke to some who were
they iw the daylight being shut out, and they
s there. Malchus was about to steal out of the
knew from the scornful shouts of those out- shop when the baker came and laid hands on
side t lat they had been shut in so that they him, saying, "Nay, you must not go until you
never could leave the cavern. They sat there have told us where the treasure is that you
628 THE ORAL TRADITION
found." "I found no treasure," Malchus said Ephesus. No one in the crowd had heard of
to him. "Where, then, did you get the ancient them. The Bishop then told him that he might
coin that you have given me in payment for go to the place where he thought his parents
the loaves? Assuredly you have found a treas- lived. Malchus went there, the Bishop and the
ure." And when the baker said this to him people following him. And when he came to
Malchus gave himself up for lost, for he the place where his parents' house had stood,
thought that this talk about treasure was but behold! what he saw there was a pool of water
a pretence to hold him until they examined with birds dipping their wings in it.
him on the charge of being a Christian. When he saw this he wept. Then to the
The men in the baker's shop laid hold on Bishop and those who were with the Bishop
Malchus, and they put a rope around his he said, "I do not understand what I look
neck, and they dragged him into the market- upon. I thought that I was in great danger in
place. They said to those who crowded coming here, thinking that it was only yester-
around, "Here is one who has found a treas- day that the Christians of Ephesus were
ure that must be given to the Emperor, and being put to the sword. But I see the cross
we would have a reward for making him surmounting the churches, and I see the
reveal where that treasure now is." And Mal- Christian Bishop having authority. And yet it
chus, in the market-place, looked all round is to me as if I had come into a city of the
him. He saw no one there whom he knew, and dead. Let me, I pray you, go back to the
he could see that no one in the crowd knew cavern where I left my companions."
him. He said to those who were around, "Tell The Bishop signed to those who were
me,I implore you, what city is this that I have guarding him, and they let Malchus go. He
come into?" They said, "You are playing the went, and they followed him, towards the
madman, pretending that you do not know mountain Celion. He entered the cavern. He
that this the great city of Ephesus."
is saw his six friends, Marcian, Dionysius,
It was then that Malchus saw coming John, Serapion, Maximian, and Constantine,
through the crowd one in the robes of a and they welcomed him joyfully. He gave
Christian Bishop. "Who is the youth, and why them the bread he had brought and they ate,
is he being treated by the Ephesians in this and were elated. But when they asked of him
way?" he asked. And Malchus heard those what signs he saw of the persecution of
around him say, "He has offered a coin of the Christians in Ephesus, he wept. And then he
reign of an ancient Emperor in payment for told them that all they had known in Ephesus
loaves of bread, and he dares to say that it is had passed away, the good with the evil, and
of the money that his parents gave him. that there was no persecution of Christians
Assuredly he has found a treasure, but he will there, and that the cross was reared in tri-
tell none of the Ephesians where the treasure umph over the churches and over the gate of
now is." the city, and that their parents and all whom
Malchus saw that the one who came to him they knew were dead and long passed away.
was indeed a Bishop, and he was more and His friends listened to him in wonder. And
more bewildered. The Bishop came and spoke while he was still speaking, the Bishop came
tenderly to him. Then said Malchus, "I im- into the cavern where they were. "Bless us,
plore you to tell me where the Emperor De- Holiness," the seven youths said to him.
cius has gone to." The Bishop said, "Decius is "Nay, it is you should bless me and bless the
not our Emperor's name. There has not been people of Ephesus," the Bishop said, "seeing
an Emperor of the name of Decius for three that it was on you that God bestowed the most
hundred years." And then he said, "If, as you signal favour the favour of keeping you in
say, you have parents and friends living in life to witness the triumph of the cross in
the city of Ephesus, tell us their names, so Ephesus and in the whole of the east of the
that we may bring them to you." world." Then the Bishop led them without,
Then Malchus gave the names of his par- and the seven stood on the side of the moun-
ents, and names of the friends he knew in tain, and blessed the people who came that
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 629
way towards them, on the morning of Easter, there their souls went from them, and they
carrying the cross. passed out of this life. Then the flesh fell
As they stood there, it seemed to the away from them, and only their bones and the
seven of them to Malchus, Marcian, bones of the dog that was Malchus's dog were
Dionysius, John, Serapion, Maximian, and left in the cavern. And, behold! a rose tree
Constantine that every clod within was grew up where they had lain, and its branch-
making melody, such music came to them es spread outand grew over the mouth of the
from the cavern. Again they went within. cavern, wreathing it in roses. Ever after-
Then they lay down as before and the dog that wards, in that cavern and around it, there
was Malchus's dog lay near them. And lying was the scent of roses.
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Fables; illus. by Anne Marie Jauss. Pantheon,
Asimov, Isaac. Words from the Myths; decorations 1948. (Grades 7-9)
by Williams Barss. Houghton Mifflin, 1961. Myths, legends, and fables interpret what the
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Green, Roger Lancelyn, sel. and retel. A Book of Told in a direct, casual style, this assortment
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(London), 1965. (Grades 4-9) through legends of heroes and accounts of ro-
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A companion volume is The First Book of
among opulent art work and told at greater
Legt ndary Beings (1962). length than it usually is.
Leach, Maria. How the People Sang the Mountain
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4-6)
Tl author has collected legends from all over
:e
A skillful editing of Bulfinch's Age of Fable.
the \ answers to how-and-why questions
orld as
This is a good version for children. Illustrations
abou people, animals, earth, sea, and sky.
:
harmonize with the spirit of the text.
Sour :es and backgrounds are explained in the Bulfinch, Thomas. A Book of Myths; selections
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*Sec also Bibliography following Epics and Ro- The distinguished illustrations interpret the
classic Greek design in a modern manner.
630 THE ORAL TRADITION
Coolidge, Olivia. Greek Myths; illus. by Edouard The myths are retold with special reference to
Sandoz. Houghton Mifflin, 1949. (Grades 6-9) literature and art. A useful reference book.
A retelling of the most familiar myths. Based
on original sources. Hamilton, Edith. Mythology; illus. by Steele Sav-
age. Little, Brown, 1942. (Grades 6-8)
Evslin, Bernard. Heroes, Gods and Monsters of the Scholarship and imagination vitalize the re-
Greek Myths; by William Hofmann. Four
illus. telling of these Greek, Roman, and Norse myths.
Winds, 1967. (Grades 5-10) Invaluable both for reference and for reading.
These are retellings by a reader who was Excellent introduction and notes.
entranced by their Greek and Latin versions but
disappointed in their English ones. A novelist's Hawthorne, Nathaniel. A Wonder Book and Tan-
technique is visible in the way the stories have glewood Tales; illus. by Gustaf Tenggren.
been filled out. Houghton Mifflin, 1923 (Riverside Bookshelf).
(Grades 4-6)
Farmer, Penelope. The Serpent's Teeth; the Story Opinions differ about Hawthorne's version of
of Cadmus; illus. by Chris Connor. Harcourt, the Greek myths. A few consider them "little
1971. (Grades 3-5)
masterpieces of prose." Others think that he took
A myth about the founding of Thebes, retold too great a liberty with them; that he romanti-
and illustrated with dramatic effect. cized and embroidered them until the strength
and vigor of the original myths were lost. Haw-
Farmer, Penelope. The Story of Persephone; illus.
thorne himself states that his retellings had a
by Graham McCallum. Morrow, 1973. (Grades
Gothic and romantic touch, which was the spirit
4-7)
A telling of the famed kidnapping and origin of his age. Other recommended editions are il-
of the seasons myth that emphasizes the sus- lustrated by Maxfield Parrish (Dodd, 1934) and
pense and emotional qualities. The illustrations by S. van Abbe (Dutton, 1952 and 1955). The
are dramatic and somewhat eerie in effect. Complete Greek Stories of Nathaniel Haw-
thorne is illustrated by Harold Jones (Watts,
and Edward Blishen. The God Be-
Garfield, Leon, 1963). See also The Golden Touch, illus. by Paul
neath the Sea; illus. by Zevi Blum. Pantheon, Galdone, with a foreword by Anne Thaxter Eaton
1971. (Grades 5 up) (McGraw-Hill, 1959).
A re-creation of the story of the Greek gods,
beginning with the fall of the infant Hephaestus Hodges, Margaret, retel. Persephone and the
(the god beneath the sea). This is a mythological Springtime; a Greek Myth; illus. by Arvis Stew-
art. Little, Brown, 1973. (Grades 2-4)
story told as a continuous narrative, richly poetic
in the telling. Awarded the Library Association's An objective, matter-of-fact telling of the fa-
1970 Carnegie Medal. mous myth.
Gates, Doris.The Golden God; Apollo; illus. by Lines, Kathleen, ed. The Faber Book of Greek
Constantinos CoConis. Viking, 1973. (Grades Legends; illus. by Faith Jaques. Faber and Faber
3-6) (London), 1973. (Grades 4-8)
Retold by a former children's librarian, these Itself a noteworthy compilation with tellings
stories from the Greek myths have been woven from different sources, some of which have been
written especially for this volume (Rosemary
together to provide relationships and continuity.
The experience of the storyteller who has told Sutcliff has written two), this is valuable to the
these myths to children appears in the clarity of student of children's literature for the historical
the telling. See also Lord of the Sky; Zeus survey of important children's editions of the
and The Warrior Goddess; Athena classic myths and legends contained in the fore-
(1972),
word. Later editions are commented on at the
(1972).
end of the book.
Gates, Doris. Two Queens of Heaven; Aphrodite,
Demeter; illus.by Trina Schart Hyman. Viking, NanKivell, Joice M. Tales of Christophilos; illus.
1974. (Grades 4-9) by Panos Ghikas. Houghton Mifflin, 1954.
The opposing natures of the two goddesses, (Grades 4-6)
Aphrodite and Demeter, are seen in the stories Tales from Athos, the Holy Mountain, and
collected about each one. old-world Greece.
Green, Roger Lancelyn, sel. and retel. Tales the Pollock, Merrill. Phaethon; illus. by William Hoff-
Muses Told; Ancient Greek Myths; illus. by Don mann. Lippincott, 1966. (Grades 4-6)
Bolognese. Walck, 1965. (Grades 4-8) A poetic retelling of the story of the youth who
Stories that deal with flowers, trees, birds and drove the fiery chariot of his father the Sun God.
beasts, stars, and love and friendship have been
Proddow, Penelope, tr. Dionysos and the Pirates
grouped together. (Homeric Hymn Number Seven); illus. by Bar-
Guerber, Helene Adeline. Myths of Greece and bara Cooney. Doubleday, 1970. (Grades 3-6)
Rome. Rev. ed. London House (N.Y.), 1963. The cool containment of Barbara Cooney's art
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 631
is stylistically in tune with the Homeric hymn, Green, Roger Lancelyn. Myths of the Norsemen;
which provides the text of the story. the Saga of Asgard; illus. by Brian Wildsmith.
tr. and adapt. Hermes, Lord of
Bodley Head (London), 1960. (Grades 5-10)
Prodclow, Penelope, Retold as a single narrative, from the making
Robbers (Homeric Hymn Number Four); illus.
of the world to the vision of Ragnarbk, the main-
by Barbara Cooney. Doubleday, 1971. (Grades
taining of an "air of 'Northerness'" has been a
3-6)
The mischievous pranks of the precocious prime objective of Green's (see "Author's Note"
for sources used).
Hermes form the story of this book.
Proddow, Penelope, tr. and adapt. Demeter and Hodges, Margaret, retel. Baldur and the Mistle-
toe; a Myth of the Vikings; illus. by Gerry
Persephone (Homeric Hymn Number Two); Hoover. Little, Brown, 1974. (Grades 3-6)
illus.by Barbara Cooney. Doubleday, 1972.
One of the most poignant of the stories in the
(Grades 3-6)
One of the most well known myths is
Norse mythology, the story of the death of Bal-
por-
dur is the subject of this brief, amply illustrated
trayed in this delicate but glowing book.
book.
Sabin, Frances Ellis. Classical Myths That Live
Hosford, Dorothy. Thunder of the Gods; illus. by
Today; classical ed.: Ralph V. D. Magoffin. Sil-
Claire and George Louden. Holt, 1952. (Grades
ver Burdett, 1958.
First published in 1927, this collection shows 5-7)
how myths have been perpetuated in literary A retelling that captures the stark beauty and
allusions, in art, and in decorative design.
simple dignity, the humor and pathos of stories
from the Icelandic Eddas.
Tomaino, Sarah F. Persephone, Bringer of
Spring; illus. by Ati Forberg. Crowell, 1971. Synge, Ursula. Weland, Smith of the Gods; illus.
(Grades 2-4) by Charles Keeping. Bodley Head (London),
The story of Demeter and Persephone is well 1972. (Grades 5-12)
suited to this picture book format; the illustra- A forceful and free retelling, based largely on
tions have a poetic vitality of their own. Andrew Lang, with an altered ending and the
interweaving of other tales from the north.
Turska, Krystyna. Pegasus; illus. by Krystyna Tur-
ska. Hamish Hamilton (London), 1970. (Grades
2-5) Burma
The story of Pegasus is made excitingly vivid
in this large, strongly illustrated book. Keely, H. H., and Christine Price, retels. The City
of the Dagger and Other Tales from Burma;
illus. by Christine Price. Warne, 1971. (Grades
Iceland and Scandinavia (Norse Myths)
5-9)
Colum, Padraic. The Children of Odin; the Book
of Northern Myths; illus. by Willy Pogany. Mac- China
mill an, 1962. (Grades 5-8)
A reissue in new format of a book first pub- Birch, Cyril, retel. Chinese Myths and Fantasies;
lished in 1920. Stories of the Norse sagas from illus.by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Walck, 1961.
the Twilight of the Gods to the Fall of Asgard. (Grades 5-9)
Told as a connected narrative in rhythmic prose. Stories that feature the supernatural; some
Coolid Olivia E. Legends of the North; illus.
?e,
origin myths and legends are to be found here.
by ildouard Sandoz. Houghton Mifflin, 1951. Tresselt, Alvin, and Nancy Cleaver. The Legend of
(Grades 7-9) the Willow Plate; illus. by Joseph Low. Parents'
Famous myths and legends of the Northern Magazine, 1968. (Grades 1-4)
Eur>pean countries. The ancient legend behind the traditional wil-
D'Auk ire, and Edgar Parin. Norse Gods and low pattern on dinnerware.
Ingri,
Gia by the authors. Doubleday, 1967.
its; illus.
1 he D'Aulaires spent years of research on this
boo) , bringing to it their Norwegian heritage and Egypt
pair staking craftsmanship. sel. and retel. Tales of
Green, Roger Lancelyn,
Feagk Anita. Autun and the Bear; illus. by Ger-
5, Ancient Egypt; illus. by Elaine Raphel. Walck,
truc e Barrer-Russell. Scott, 1967. (Grades 2-4) 1968. (Grades 5-10)
A retelling of an ancient Icelandic legend first The Egyptian story of creation and the rela-
recc rded in the thirteenth century. See also Thor tionship between the Gods and Pharaohs; stories
and the Giants; an old Norse legend retold by of magic and adventure. The background for all
Anil i Feagles; illus. by Gertrude Barrer-Russell of this material is given in a fascinating pro-
(Sco:t, 1968). logue.
632 THE ORAL TRADITION
illus.by the author. Macmillan, 1955. (Grades Harris, Christie, Once upon a Totem; woodcuts by
4-5) John Frazer Atheneum, 1963. (Grades
Mills.
Tales of wonder, myth, and legend that are 4-6)
the rich heritage of the famous Cherokee Indi- Tales of the Indians of the North Pacific Coast
ans. from Alaska to Oregon. Brief introductions
throw light on Indian customs and traditions.
Belting, Natalie. The Long -Tailed Bear, and Other
Indian Legends; illus. by Louis F. Gary. Bobbs- Harris, Christie.Once More upon a Totem; illus.
Merrill, 1961. (Grades 2-4) by Douglas Tait. Atheneum, 1973. (Grades 4-8)
Animal legends retold from the folklore of More stories from the Indians of the North
many tribes. See also The Earth Is on a Fish's West Coast.
Back (Holt, 1965).
Hayes, William D. Indian Tales of the Desert
Bernstein, Margery, and Janet Kobrin, retel. How People; illus. by William D. Hayes. David
the Sun Made a Promise and Kept It; a Canadi-
McKay, 1957. (Grades 3-6)
an Indian Myth. Scribner, 1974. (Grades 2-4) Retellings of tales that have appeared in sev-
A simple retelling of a creation myth. eral sources.
Bierhorst, John, ed. The Fire Plume; Legends of Hillerman, Tony, retel. The Boy Who Made Drag-
the American Indians; col. by Henry Rowe onfly; a Zuni Myth; illus. by Laszlo Kubinyi.
Schoolcraft; illus. by Alan E. Cober. Dial, 1969. Harper & Row, 1972. (Grades 3-7)
(Grades 3-7) Corn maidens come to the aid of two children
Tales that were collected by Schoolcraft dur- who were kind to them in their disguises as old
ing his travels where Algonquin tribes lived dur- beggar women, and the children become the
ing the first half of the nineteenth century. wise progenitors and rule-givers of the Corn
Priests of Zuni.
The Path to Snowbird Mountain;
Bird, Traveller.
Cherokee Legends; illus. by the author. Farrar, Jones, Hettie, adapt. Coyote Tales; illus. by Louis
Straus & Giroux, 1972. (Grades 2-5) Mofsie. Holt, 1974. (Grades 3-6)
Stories of the trickster who is often tricked
Origin stories and accounts of the Cherokee's
himself. See also Longhouse Winter; Iroquois
past told by a Cherokee-Shawnee-Comanche
man. Transformation Tales (1972).
De Angulo, Jaime. Indian Tales; illus. by Marriott, Alice.Say nday's People; the Kiowa Indi-
the au-
ans and the Stories They Told. University of
thor. Hill & Wang, 1962. (Grades 3-4)
Nebraska Press, 1963 (Bison Book). (All ages)
A poet's feeling for language and an anthro- Stories of the Kiowa Indians and information
polo^ ist's understanding of peoples distinguish about the American Indians are combined in this
this ollection of tales of the California Indians.
(
reissue of two books in one volume, formerly
Fisher, Anne B. Stories California Indians Told; Winter-Telling Stories and Indians on Horse-
back. Winter-Telling Stories has been reset and
illus. by Ruth Robbins. Parnassus, 1957. (Grades
4-6) reprinted (Crowell, 1969).
Twelve how-and-why stories explain the Martin, Fran. Nine Tales of Coyote; illus. by
worh of nature as the Indians saw it. Dorothy McEntee. Harper, 1950. (Grades 4-6)
Stories about Coyote, the medicine man of the
Grinnel George Bird. Blackfoot Lodge Tales. Uni-
Nimipu Indians, who could change himself into
,
Right; Indian Tales of the Northwest Coast; Stories of creation and magic, originally
illus. by Dorothy McEntee. Rev. ed. Harper & translated from the Navaho by Dr. Washington
Row, 1975. Matthews in Navaho Legends.
Originally published under Nine Tales of Ra-
ven, this has new illustrations. Raven was the
Scotland
creator, and these stories explain the natural
world. Some stories show the vain, mischievous
Yolen, Jane. Greyling; a Picture Story from the
side of Raven. Islands of Shetland; illus. by William Stobbs.
Matson, Emerson N. Longhouse Legends; illus. by World, 1968. (Grades 1-3)
Lorence Bjorklund. Nelson, 1968. (Grades 3-6) Based on Scottish legends of the selchies (the
"A few of the legends found in this collection Seal people).
are carved on a totem-like storypole at the Swin-
omish Reservation." Others were outlined for
the author by Swinomish Chief Martin J. Samp-
Spain
son or translated by him from chants recalled by Irving, Washington. The Alhambra; Palace of
others.
Mystery and Splendor; sel. and arr. by Mabel
Metayer, Maurice, ed. and tr. Tales from the Igloo; Williams; illus. by Louis Slobodkin. Macmillan,
foreword by Al Purdy; illus. by Agnes Nanogak. 1953 (Children's Classics). (Grades 7-9)
Hurtig (Edmonton), 1972. (Grades 4-8)
The 1953 edition has been reset and has a new
Stories told by the Copper Eskimos who live The legends have been popular since
illustrator.
Parker, Arthur C. Skunny Wundy; Seneca Indian Jimenez-Landi, Antonio. The Treasure of the Mu-
leteer and Other Spanish Tales; tr. by Paul
Tales; illus. by George Armstrong. Whitman,
1926. (Grades 2-5) Blackburn; illus. by Floyd Sowell. Doubleday,
1974. (Grades 5-9)
Tales from the past of the teller, who says that
Rather sophisticated stories that give the
his versions for non-Indian-speaking children
event behind some landmark or another; tales of
met the approval of his father who heard them
"in the days of Deerfoot, the swift runner." supernatural and strange occurences.
The fine introduction informs the reader set & Dunlap, 1959.
about the history of the Cherokee people as well First published under the title Orpheus. A
as the history of the collecting of these stories, scholarly addition to the study of mythology be-
which account for the way various animals ac- cause of the fine retelling of the myths and the
quired their important characteristics. valuable discussion of their significance and
characteristics.
Whitman, William, retel. Navaho Tales; illus. by
John P. Heins. Houghton Mifflin, 1925. (Grades *See also Bibliography following Epics and Ro-
4-8) mances.
MYTHS AND LEGENDS 635
Dawson, Warren. The Bridle of Pegasus; Studies Munch, Peter. Norse Mythology; Legends of Gods
in Magic, Mythology and Folklore. Methuen and Heroes; tr. from the Norwegian by Sigurd
(London), 1930. Bernhard Hustveld. American Scandinavian
Foundation, 1926.
Egoff, Sheila A. The Republic of Childhood; a
Critical Guide to Children's Literature in Murray, Henry A., ed. Myth and Mythmaking.
English. Oxford University Press (Toronto), Beacon, 1968 (1959 by the American Academy
1967. of Arts and Sciences).
The chapter "Indian Legends" analyzes the A fascinating compilation of papers from va-
American Indian legend and the problems in rious points of view.
presenting this form for children. W. Myths and Legends of the Celtic
Rolleston, T.
Frazer, Sir James George. The Golden Bough; Race. 2nd rev. ed. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1934.
Study in Magic and Religion. One-volume
abridged edition. Macmillan, 1951. Schwab, Gustav. Gods & Heroes; Myths & Epics of
In this one volume the author has expertly Ancient Greece. Pantheon, 1946.
Written in German and translated by Olga
compressed the wealth of invaluable material
contained in the original twelve-volume edition Marx and Ernst Morwitz, this is a general collec-
dealing with the development of magic, cus- tion, encompassing both mythology and heroic
toms, social practices, and religion among primi- legends. Told with simplicity and restraint, these
tive men and women. tales provide good background for the adult who
is reading other tellings for children.
Lawton, William Cranston. The Soul of Mytholo-
gy. Yale University Press, 1923. Thompson, Stith, sel. Tales of the North American
Indians. Indiana University Press, 1971.
Leach, Maria, ed. Funk & Wagnalls Standard First printed in 1929, this is an invaluable
Dictionary of General Folklore, Mythology and source with annotations by the noted folklore
Legend. 2 vols. Funk & Wagnalls, 1949-50. scholar; extensive bibliography.
The richness, vitality, and range of world
folklore, mythology, and legend are revealed in Ullom, Judith C., comp. Folklore of the North
this major reference work compiled not only for American Indians; an Annotated Bibliogra-
folklorists but also for the general reader. phy. Library of Congress, 1969.
An extremely valuable source book with ex-
Livingston, Richard William. The Legacy of
tensive notes and a geographical division of
Greece. Oxford University Press, 1921.
North American culture areas.
Marriott, Alice, and Carol K. Rachlin. American
Indian Mythology. Thomas Y. Crowell, 1968. Zimmerman, J. E. Dictionary of Classical My-
Myths and legends representing more than thology. Harper & Row, 1964.
twenty tribes, told to the authors by Indians, and A handy reference book that will help to ex-
supplemented by the findings of anthropological plain allusions that add beauty, truth, and vitali-
studies. ty to ancient and modern literature.
636
T,here comes a time in "the middle years" of childhood, the years between
nine to twelve and upward, when children, having mastered the mechanics
of reading, turn to books in a fever of interest and excitement. These are the
years when children are eager to know everything at once: science, history,
biography all knowledge, as well as to discover what it means to be
1. Richard Hakluyt.
EPICS AND ROMANCES 637
Eddas. The epic mainly pre-Christian, though here and there reference to
is
some Christian symbol may occur, as in the Anglo-Saxon Beowulf. The
origins reach back to the undated past. The written form stretches from a
thousand years before Christ (the Iliad) to the time spanning the ninth and
thirteenth centuries.
The romance, such as the Song of Roland and the tales of chivalry
thatmake up the Arthurian cycle, differs from the epic only in its
reflection of the spread of Christianity in the Middle Ages. The one
overpowering theme, characteristic of this literature, is the emerging
recognition of the individual, of the individual as hero, with courage
enough to confront even the ultimate doom of fate.
The intensity of feeling in which these tales were engendered is certainly
one of the prime reasons for their hold on the imaginations of children. The
epics are the expression, not of one poet's conviction and emotion, but of a
whole culture's interpretation of the experience of life, and of the individu-
al's ideal role in a particular society. To be sure, certain individual poets
may have had great influence in molding the final, written form, but the
inner meaning, the symbols, the religious beliefs and codes of ethics that
form the background for the telling, these have been hammered out of
centuries of communal life. At some period of great flowering in the
culture, the ideal hero evolves to become the image for the future, a source
of pride, energy, and inspiration. Nation after nation, culture after culture
have rallied to this self-created ideal, until the epic, saga, and romance
become sacred tradition by which men and women lived, waged war, made
and unmade kings. They provided what Bernard Berenson describes as
"orgies of communal self-importance," a basis for a primal and exulting
2
nationalism.
As a culture experienced a period of action, triumph, and accomplish-
ment, or produced a leader with qualities of greatness, the actuality took on
the character of legend, a mixture of fact and idealized fiction. The era and
the events were nurtured in the minds of generations, kept alive by tellings
and retellings of bards, scops, troubadours, minnesingers, and jongleurs, to
emerge at last as the Iliad, the Odyssey, the saga, the definitive epic of the
culture. The history of the development of these tales is fascinating reading
in itself: to find the shadowy beginning, to trace the germinal ideas through
the mutations to its final form; to see how incident becomes universal, how
actuality takes on the height of the ideal all this wrought and changed
by the concepts of the race and by the might and imagination of the story
tellers.
In A.D. 778, in the valley of Roncesvalles in the Pyrenees, a minor
skirmish occurred between the forces of Charlemagne and the Basques. It
was an incident of no strategic importance. The small force was under the
command of one Roland, Prefect of the Marches of Brittany, who, with his
men, perished in that action. Three hundred years later, this incident has
become a Holy War between the armies of Charlemagne and the Saracens;
and Roland, its hero, the most noble warrior and "gentle count" of the
French court. His deeds are celebrated in song, chanted about the courts of
Europe by one Taillefer, "a jongleur whom a very brave heart ennobled." It
3
is toTaillefer that the authorship of the Song of Roland, the great epic of
France, is attributed. Countless singers had sung before him, but his
version gave the legend its fated form, which made it epic. French
schoolboys of today still have by heart certain verses from this poem. It
surely echoed in the ears of William the Conqueror at Hastings, who saw
himself no doubt as a new Charlemagne. "No modern opera or play ever
approached the popularity of the 'Chanson,'" writes Henry Adams in his
great book on the medieval world. "None has ever expressed with anything
like the same completeness the society that produced it. Chanted by every
minstrel known by heart, from beginning to end, by every man and
woman and child, lay or clerical translated into every tongue more
intensely felt, if possible, in Italy and Spain than in Normandy and
England perhaps most effective, as a work of art, when sung by the
Templars in their great castles in the Holy Land." 4
No modern hero, no "Superman" or creature from outer space can ever
command such intensity of emotion as the heroes of epic and romance.
They are the apogee of the societies that produced them, in a climate that
was primarily naive, direct, and unself-conscious; the climate of childhood
itself.
The symbolism of the epics is the second quality that captures the minds
of children. Beyond the pattern of events, magnificent in their vitality and
invention, beyond the adventure, gory and violent, there is the larger
framework of the allegory. "Every great literature has always been allegor-
ical," says G. K. Chesterton. "The Iliad is only great because all life is a
battle, the Odyssey because all life is a journey, the Book of Job because all
a riddle." 5
life is
No one is quicker to sense the meaning, the clear indication of the
promise of life, than children encountering the great allegories of struggle
and attainment that the epic literature affords. When the poor and unlet-
tered Hans Christian Andersen set out as a boy of fourteen to seek his
fortune in the great city of Copenhagen, he comforted his mother with
assurances of his own understanding by telling her that it was quite simple.
"People have at first an immense deal of adversity to go through, and then
6
they will be famous."
This is precisely a child's interpretation of the adult world, and it is the
world of the epic. Andersen was unschooled, but his father had read to him
the classic drama of the Danish theater, and his grandmother had steeped
his mind in the folklore. He knew the portents and the symbols. Society has
changed immeasurably since the days of the epics. Naivete, simple faith,
and the single ideal of individual courage in combat these threads no
longer run as clear in color nor as straightway to the ultimate design
except for children. For them, the singleness of purpose, the exuberance,
the exaltation, and the glory of the epics remain an incomparable experi-
ence.
Edwin Muir, an English poet born in the Orkney Islands, gives testimo-
ny, in his autobiography, to the instinctive Tightness of the heroic age in the
4. Ibid., p. 31.
"
5. From A Defense of Nonsense," in Stories, Essays, and Poems, by G. K.
Chesterton (Everyman's Library, Dent, London), p. 126.
6. Hans Christian Andersen, The True Story of My Life (Longmans, London,
1847), p. 30.
EPICS AND ROMANCES 639
years of childhood. He did not know the Greek legends in his childhood, but
as a poet, writing about them, he instinctively felt them as having
happened in his youth, in the setting he knew as a child. He describes his
first trials at writing poetry:
I wrote in baffling ignorance, blundering and perpetually making
mistakes. I must have been influenced by something, since we all are,
but when I try to find out what it was that influenced me, I can only
think of the years of childhood which I spent on my father's farm in the
little island of Wyre in Orkney, and the beauty I apprehended then,
before I knew there was beauty. These years had come alive, after
being forgotten for so long, and when I wrote about horses they were
my father's plough-horses as I saw them when I was four or five; and a
poem on Achilles pursuing Hector round the walls of Troy was really a
resuscitation of the afternoon when I ran away, in real terror, from
another boy as I returned from school. The bare landscape of the little
island became, without my knowing it, a universal landscape over
which Abraham and Moses and Achilles and Ulysses and Tristram and
all sorts of pilgrims passed; and Troy was associated with the Castle, a
mere green mound, near my father's house. 7
This universal landscape is the landscape of youth, peopled with heroes out
of a time when no other landscape existed.
One would expect such tribute from a poet. But here is a man of science,
Dr. Hans Zinsser, describing with characteristic gusto and individuality his
first encounter with the Iliad and the Odyssey. During the First World War,
he was sent to Serbia with the Red Cross Typhus Commission. In the course
of time, he had a brief visit in Greece, a period of waiting between
steamers. "I saw the Parthenon, Corinth, and the lovely Achian hills on
which the daphne Apollo's beloved was in flower," he writes.
In a bookstore I picked up secondhand texts with translations of the
Odyssey and of Thucydides. And with their help I renewed some of
the adventures of my youth remembering the resounding voice of
the great schoolmaster, Julius Sachs, rolling forth the mighty vowels
of Homeric periods with impressive wagging of his Olympian beard.
And I felt glad that I had been a dishonest little boy. For while many
good boys were conscientiously learning which verbs governed the
dative or the ablative ... I in a back seat was following the great
classicist with a well-concealed "trot." .And I pondered on the
. .
The epic spirit does not belong entirely to the past. It still refreshes, revives,
and inspirits persons and peoples who draw upon it for an intensification of
inner strength. In Iceland, the most literate country in the world, the "new
editions of the sagas continue to be best sellers," and everyone knows by
heart passages straight out of both the Elder Edda and the Younger Edda. 9
In India, where illiteracy runs high, the unlettered and unschooled know
from memory the tales from the great Indian epic, the Ramayana,
chanted from memory hundreds of years before it was committed to
writing. It was written down about 300 B.C. Even then no Hindu
bothers to read it. The people prefer to learn it by word of mouth. And
instead of reading aloud as a man reads Shakespeare, Hindus on the
contrary chant their classics from memory. ... In the streets of India
you can hear the epics quoted within the folk-language as a part of the
people's speech. In a word, the Hindu classics are not a thing remote
from the people's utterances but contribute to them as springs flow
into a living stream. 10
Greece
Odysseus and the Cyclops goats. I took twelve men with me and I left
the rest to guard the ship. We went into the
Certain stories are great in themselves, even in cave and found no man there. There were
the barest outline. The incidents they describe baskets filled with cheeses, and vessels of
are of such magnitude, so large in concept, so whey, and pails and bowls of milk. My men
unequaled in invention, that they unlock the wanted me to take some of the cheeses and
mind, and the reader and listener can never again drive off some of the lambs and kids and come
reassemble his individual habit of thought within away. But this I would not do, for I would
its former tight and tidy confines. These tales rather that he who owned the stores would
burst through boundaries and set free the imag- give us of his own free will the offerings that
ination. Of this stature is the story of the wise were due to strangers.
Odysseus in the face of overwhelming odds. The While we were in the cave, he whose dwell-
drama is heightened by Padraic Colum's device of ing it was, returned to it. He carried on his
it in the first
telling person, as Odysseus himself shoulder a great pile of wood for his fire.
might have spoken it. [From Padraic Colum, The Never in our lives did we see a creature so
Adventures of Odysseus and the Tale of Troy frightful as this Cyclops was. He was a giant
(Macmillan, 1918).] in size, and, what made him terrible to be-
hold, he had but one eye, and that single eye
Later we cameto the land of the Cyclopes, a was in his forehead. He cast down on the
giant people. There is a waste island outside ground the pile of wood that he carried, mak-
the harbour of their land, and on it there is a ing such a din that we fled in terror into the
well of bright water that has poplars growing corners and recesses of the cave. Next he
round it. We came to that empty island, and drove his flocks into the cave and began to
we beached our ships and took down our sails. milk his ewes and goats. And when he had
As soon as the dawn came we went the flocks within, he took up a stone that not
through the empty island, starting the wild all our strength could move and set it as a
goats that were there in flocks, and shooting door to the mouth of the cave.
them with our arrows. We killed so many wild The Cyclops kindled his fire, and when it
goats there that we had nine for each ship. blazed up he saw us in the corners and recess-
Af terwards we looked across to the land of the es. He spoke to us. We knew not what he said,
Cyclopes, and we heard the sound of voices but our hearts were shaken with terror at the
and saw the smoke of fires and heard the sound of his deep voice.
bleating of flocks of sheep and goats. I spoke to him saying that we were Aga-
I called my companions together and I memnon's men on our way home from the
said, "It would be well for some of us to go to taking of Priam's City, and I begged him to
that other island. With my own ship and with deal with us kindly, for the sake of Zeus who
the company that is on it I shall go there. The is ever in the company of strangers and sup-
rest o? you abide here. I will find out what pliants. But he answered me saying, "We
mann ?r of men live there, and whether they Cyclopes pay no heed to Zeus, nor to any of
will ti eat us kindly and give us gifts that are thy gods. In our strength and our power we
due tc strangers gifts of provisions for our deem that we are mightier than they. I will
voyag ;." not spare thee, neither will I give thee aught
We embarked and we came to the land. for the sake of Zeus, but only as my own spirit
There was a cave near the sea, and round the bids me. And first I would have thee tell me
cave there were mighty flocks of sheep and how you came to our land."
642 THE ORAL TRADITION
I knew it would be better not to let the wine in my hands. He took it and drank it and
Cyclops know that myship and my compan- cried out, "Give me another bowl of this, and
ions were at the harbour of the island. There- tell me
thy name that I may give thee gifts for
fore I spoke to him guilefully, telling him that bringing me this honey-tasting drink."
my ship had been broken on the rocks, and Again I spoke to him guilefully and said,
that I and the men with me were the only "Neman is my name. Noman my father and
ones who had escaped utter doom. my mother call me."
I begged again that he would deal with us "Give me more
of the drink, Noman," he
as just men deal with strangers and suppli- shouted. "And the gift that I shall give to thee
ants, but he, without saying a word, laid is that I shall make thee the last of thy fellows
hands upon two of my men, and swinging to be eaten."
them by the legs, dashed their brains out on I gave him wine again, and when he had
the earth. He cut them to pieces and ate them taken the third bowl he sank backwards with
before our very eyes. We wept and we prayed his face upturned, and sleep came upon him.
to Zeus as we witnessed a deed so terrible. Then I, with four companions, took that beam
Next the Cyclops stretched himself a- of olive wood, now made into a hard and
mongst his sheep and went to sleep beside the pointed stake, and thrust it into the ashes of
fire. Then I debated whether I should take my the fire. When the pointed end began to glow
sharp sword in my hand, and feeling where we drew it out of the flame. Then I and my
his heart was, stab him there. But second companions laid hold on the great stake and,
thoughts held me back from doing this. I dashing at the Cyclops, thrust it into his eye.
might be able to kill him as he slept, but not He raised a terrible cry that made the rocks
even with my companions could I roll away ring and we dashed away into the recesses of
the great stone that closed the mouth of the the cave.
cave. His cries brought other Cyclopes to the
Dawn came, and the Cyclops awakened, mouth of the cave, and they, naming him as
kindled his fire and milked his flocks. Then he Polyphemus, called out and asked him what
seized two others of my men and made ready ailed him to cry. "Noman," he shrieked out,
for his mid-day meal. And now he rolled away "Noman is slaying me by guile." They an-
the great stone and drove his flocks out of the swered him saying, "If no man is slaying
cave. thee, there is nothing we can do for thee,
I had pondered on a way of escape, and I Polyphemus. What ails thee has been sent to
had thought of something that might be done thee by the gods." Saying this, they went
to baffle the Cyclops. I had with me a great away from the mouth of the cave without
skin of sweet wine, and I thought that if I attempting to move away the stone.
couldmake him drunken with wine I and my Polyphemus then, groaning with pain,
companions might be able for him. But there rolled away the stone and sat before the
were other preparations to be made first. On mouth of the cave with his hands out-
the floor of the cave there was a great beam of stretched, thinking that he would catch us as
olive wood which the Cyclops had cut to make we dashed out. I showed my companions how
a club when the wood should be seasoned. It we might pass by him. I laid hands on certain
was yet green. I and my companions went rams of the flock and I lashed three of them
and cut off a fathom's length of the wood, and together with supple rods. Then on the middle
sharpened it to a point and took it to the fire ram I put a man of my company. Thus every
and hardened it in the glow. Then I hid the three carried a man. As soon as the
rams
beam in a recess of the cave. dawn had come the rams hastened out to the
The Cyclops came back in the evening, and pasture, and, as they passed, Polyphemus
opening up the cave drove in his flocks. Then laid hands on the first and the third of each
he closed the cave again with the stone and three that went by. They passed out and
went and milked his ewes and his goats. Polyphemus did not guess that a ram that he
Again he seized two of my companions. I did not touch carried out a man.
went to the terrible creature with a bowl of For myself, I took a ram that was the
EPICS AND ROMANCES 643
strongest and fleeciest of the whole flock and amongst the ships the sheep we had taken
I placed myself under him, clinging to the from Polyphemus' flock and we sacrificed to
wool of his belly. As this ram, the best of all the gods. At the dawn of the next day we
his flock, went by, Polyphemus, laying his raised the sails on each ship and we sailed
hands upon him, said, "Would that you, the away.
best of my flock, were endowed with speech,
so that you might tell me where Noman, who
has blinded me, has hidden himself." The
Perseus
ram went by him, and when he had gone a
little way from the cave I loosed myself from "This story is on the level of the fairy story.
him and went and set my companions free. Hermes and Athena act like the fairy
godmother
We gathered together many of Polyphe- in The magical wallet and cap belong
Cinderella.
mus' sheep and we drove them down to our to the properties fairy tales abound in
ship. The men we had left behind would have everywhere. .
Many poets allude to it. The
. .
wept when they heard what had happened to description of Danae in the wooden chest was
six of their companions. But I bade them take the most famous passage of a famous poem by
on board the sheep we had brought and pull Simonides of Ceos, a great lyric poet who lived in
the shipaway from that land. Then when we the sixth century. The entire story is told by both
had drawn a certain distance from the shore I Ovid and Apollodorus. The latter, probably a
could not forbear to shout my taunts into the hundred years later than Ovid, is here the superi-
cave of Polyphemus. "Cyclops," I cried, "you or of the two. His account is simple and straight-
thought that you had the company of a fool forward; Ovid's extremely verbose for in-
and .a weakling to eat. But you have been stance, he takes a hundred lines to kill the sea
worsted by me, and your evil deeds have been serpent. I have followed Apollodorus, but I have
punished." added the fragment from Simonides, and short
So I shouted, and Polyphemus came to the quotations from other poets, notably Hesiod and
mouth of the cave with great anger in his Pindar." Edith Hamilton [From Edith Hamilton,
heart. He took up rocks and cast them at the Mythology (Little, Brown, 1942).]
ship and they fell before the prow. The men
bent to the oars and pulled the ship away or it King Acrisius of Argos had only one child, a
would have been broken by the rocks he cast. daughter, Danae. She was beautiful above all
And when we were further away I shouted to the other women of the land, but this was
him: small comfort to the king for not having a
"Cyclops, if any man should ask who it was son. He journeyed to Delphi to ask the god if
set his mark upon you, say that he was Odys- there was any hope that some day he would
seus, the son of Laertes." be the father of a boy. The priestess told him
Then I heard Polyphemus cry out, "I call no, and added what was far worse: that his
upon Poseidon, the god of the sea, whose son I daughter would have a son who would kill
am, to avenge me upon you, Odysseus. I call him.
upon Poseidon to grant that you, Odysseus, The only sure way to escape that fate was
may never come to your home, or if the gods for the king to have Danae instantly put to
have Drdained your return, that you come to it death taking no chances, but seeing to it
after much toil and suffering, in an evil plight himself. This Acrisius would not do. His fa-
and in a stranger's ship, to find sorrow in your therly affection was not strong, as events
"
home proved, but his fear of the gods was. They
So Polyphemus prayed, and, to my evil visited with terrible punishments those who
fortune, Poseidon heard his prayer. But we shed the blood of kindred. Acrisius did not
went on in our ship rejoicing at our escape. dare slay his daughter. Instead, he had a
a
We me to the waste island where my other house built all of bronze and sunk under-
ships were. All the company rejoiced to see ground, but with part of the roof open to the
us, al :hough they had to mourn for their six sky so that light and air could come through.
comp mions slain by Polyphemus. divided We Here he shut her up and guarded her.
644 THE ORAL TRADITION
So Danae endured, the beautiful, about to wash over them. The dawn came,
To change the glad daylight for brass-bound but with no comfort to her, for she could not
walls, see it. Neither could she see that around them
And in that chamber secret as the grave there were islands rising high above the sea,
She lived a prisoner. Yet to her came many islands. All she knew was that present-
Zeus in the golden rain. ly a wave seemed to lift them and carry them
swiftly on and then, retreating, leave them on
As she sat there through the long days and
something solid and motionless. They had
hours with nothing to do, nothing to see ex- made land; they were safe from the sea, but
cept the clouds moving by overhead, a mys- they were still in the chest with no way to get
terious thing happened, a shower of gold fell out.
from the sky and filled her chamber. How it Fate willed it or perhaps Zeus, who up to
was revealed to her that it was Zeus who had now had done littlefor his love and his
visited her in this shape we are not told, but child that they should be discovered by a
she knew that the child she bore was his son.
good man, a fisherman named Dictys. He
For a time, she kept his birth secret from came upon the great box and broke it open
her father, but it became increasingly diffi- and took the pitiful cargo home to his wife
cult to do so in the narrow limits of that who was as kind as he. They had no children
bronze house, and finally one day the little and they cared for Danae and Perseus as if
boy his name was Perseus was discov-
they were their own. The two lived there
ered by his grandfather. "Your child!"
many years, Danae content to let her son
Acrisius cried in great anger. "Who is his follow the fisherman's humble trade, out of
father?" But when Danae answered proudly, harm's way. But in the end more trouble
"Zeus," he would not believe her. One thing came. Polydectes, the ruler of the little island,
only he was sure of, that the boy's life was a was the brother of Dictys, but he was a cruel
terrible danger own. He was afraid to
to his
and ruthless man. He seems to have taken no
kill him for the same reason
that had kept
notice of the mother and son for a long time,
him from killing her, fear of Zeus and the but at last Danae attracted his attention. She
Furies who pursue such murderers. But if he was still radiantly beautiful even though Per-
could not kill them outright, he could put seus by now was full grown, and Polydectes
them in the way of tolerably certain death. He fell in love with her. He wanted her, but he
had a great chest made, and the two placed in did not want her son, and he set himself to
it. Then it was taken out to sea and cast into
think out a way of getting rid of him.
the water. There were some fearsome monsters called
In that strange boat Danae sat with her
Gorgons who lived on an island and were
little son. The daylight faded and she was
known far and wide because of their deadly
alone on the sea.
power. Polydectes evidently talked to Perseus
When in the carven chest the winds and about them; he probably told him that he
waves would rather have the head of one of them
Struck fear into her heart she put her arms, than anything else in the world. This seems
Not without tears, round Perseus tenderly. practically certain from the plan he devised
for killing Perseus. He announced that he
She said, "O son, what grief is mine.
But you sleep softly, little child, was about to be married and he called his
friends together for a celebration, including
Sunk deep in rest within your cheerless home,
Perseus in the invitation. Each guest, as was
Only a box, brass-bound. The night, this dark-
ness visible, customary, brought a gift for the bride-to-be,
The scudding waves so near to your soft curls, except Perseus alone. He had nothing he
could give. He was young and proud and
The shrill voice of the wind, you do not heed,
Nestled in your red cloak, fair little face." keenly mortified. He stood up before them all
and did exactly what the king had hoped he
Through the night in the tossing chest she would do, declared that he would give him a
listened to the waters that seemed always present better than any there. He would go off
EPICS AND ROMANCES 645
and kill Medusa and bring back her head as Gray Women who alone could tell them the
his gift. Nothing could have suited the king way. These women dwelt in a land where all
better. No one in his senses would have made was dim and shrouded in twilight. No ray of
such a proposal. Medusa was one of the Gor- sun looked ever on that country, nor the moon
gons, by night. In that gray place the three women
lived, all graythemselves and withered as in
And they are three, the Gorgons, each with extreme old age. They were strange crea-
wings
tures, indeed, most of all because they had
And snaky hair, most horrible to mortals.
but one eye for the three, which it was their
Whom no man shall behold and draw again custom to take turns with, each removing it
The breath of life.
from her forehead when she had had it for a
whoever looked at them
for the reason that time and handing it to another.
was turned instantly into stone. It seemed All this Hermes told Perseus and then he
that Perseus had been led by his angry pride unfolded his plan. He would himself guide
into making an empty boast. No man unaided Perseus to them. Once there Perseus must
could kill Medusa. keep hidden until he saw one of them take the
But Perseus was saved from his folly. Two eye out of her forehead to pass it on. At that
great gods were watching over him. He took moment, when none of the three could see, he
ship as soon as he left the king's hall, not must rush forward and seize the eye and
daring to see his mother first and tell her refuse to give it back until they told him how
what he intended, and he sailed to Greece to to reach the Nymphs of the North.
learn where the three monsters were to be He himself, Hermes said, would give him a
found. He went to Delphi, but all the priestess sword to attack Medusa with which could
would say was to bid him seek the land where not be bent or broken by the Gorgon's scales,
men eat not Demeter's golden grain, but no matter how hard they were. This was a
only acorns. So he went to Dodona, in the wonderful gift, no doubt, and yet of what use
land of oak trees, where the talking oaks were was a sword when the creature to be struck by
which declared Zeus's will and where the it could turn the swordsman into stone before
Selli lived who made their bread from acorns. he was within striking distance? But another
They could tell him, however, no more than great deity was at hand to help. Pallas Athena
this, that he was under the protection of the stood beside Perseus. She took off the shield
gods. They did not know where the Gorgons of polished bronze which covered her breast
lived. and held it out to him. "Look into this when
When and how Hermes and Athena came you attack the Gorgon," she said. "You will be
to his help is not told inany story, but he must able to see her in it as in a mirror, and so avoid
have known despair before they did so. At her deadly power."
last, however, as he wandered on, he met a Now, indeed, Perseus had good reason to
strange and beautiful person. We know what hope. The journey to the twilight land was
he looked like from many a poem, a young long, over the stream of Ocean and on to the
man with the first down upon his cheek when very border of the black country where the
youth is loveliest, carrying, as no other young Cimmarians dwell, but Hermes was his guide
man ever did, a wand of gold with wings at and he could not go astray. They found the
one <;nd, wearing a winged hat, too, and Gray Women at last, looking in the wavering
wing<:d sandals. At sight of him hope must light like gray birds, for they had the shape of
have entered Perseus' heart, for he would swans. But their heads were human and be-
know that this could be none other than Her- neath their wings they had arms and hands.
mes, :he guide and the giver of good. Perseus did just as Hermes had said, he held
Th
s radiant personage told him that before back until he saw one of them take the eye out
he acked Medusa he must first be properly
at of her forehead. Then before she could give it
equip ped, and that what he needed was in the to her sister, he snatched it out of her hand. It
possession of the Nymphs of the North. To was a moment or two before the three rea-
find t ic nymphs' abode, they must go to the lized they had lost it. Each thought one of the
646 THE ORAL TRADITION
others had it. But Perseus spoke out and told But the two other Gorgons had awakened
them he had taken it and that it would be and, horrified at the sight of their sister slain,
theirs again only when they showed him how tried to pursue the slayer. Perseus was safe;
to find the Nymphs of the North. They gave he had on the cap of darkness and they could
him once; they would have
full directions at not find him.
done anything eye back. He re-
to get their
So over the sea rich-haired Danae's son,
turned it to them and went on the way they
had pointed out to him. He was bound, al- Perseus, on his winged sandals sped,
Flying swift as thought.
though he did not know it, to the blessed
In a wallet all of silver,
country of the Hyperboreans, at the back of
the North Wind, of which it is said: "Neither
A wonder to behold,
He bore the head of the monster,
by ship nor yet by land shall one find the
While Hermes, the son of Maia,
wondrous road to the gathering place of the
The messenger of Zeus,
Hyperboreans." But Perseus had Hermes
with him, so that the road lay open to him, Kept ever at his side.
and he reached that host of happy people who On his way back he came to Ethiopia and
are always banqueting and holding joyful alighted there. By this time Hermes had left
revelry. They showed him great kindness: him. Perseus found, as Hercules was later to
they welcomed him to their feast, and the find, that a lovely maiden had been given up
maidens dancing to the sound of flute and to be devoured by a horrible sea serpent. Her
lyre paused to get for him the gifts he sought. name was Andromeda and she was the
These were three: winged sandals, a magic daughter of a silly, vain woman,
wallet which would always become the right
That starred Ethiop queen who strove
size for whatever was to be carried in it, and,
To set her beauty's praise above
most important of all, a cap which made the
The sea-nymphs, and their power offended.
wearer invisible. With these and Athena's
shield and Hermes' sword, Perseus was ready She had boasted that she was more beautiful
for the Gorgons. Hermes knew where they than the daughters of Nereus, the sea-god.
lived, and leaving the happy land the two An absolutely certain way in those days to
flew back across Ocean and over the sea to draw down on one a wretched fate was to
the Terrible Sisters' island. claim superiority in anything over any deity;
By great good fortune they were all asleep nevertheless, people were perpetually doing
when Perseus found them. In the mirror of so. In this case the punishment for the arro-
the bright shield he could see them clearly, gance the gods detested fell not on Queen
creatures with great wings and bodies cov- Cassiopeia, Andromeda's mother, but on her
ered with golden scales and hair a mass of daughter. The Ethiopians were being de-
twisting snakes. Athena was beside him now voured in numbers by the serpent; and, learn-
as well as Hermes. They told him which one ing from the oracle that they could be freed
was Medusa and that was important, for she from the pest only if Andromeda were offered
alone of the three could be killed; the other up to it, they forced Cepheus, her father, to
two were immortal. Perseus on his winged consent. When Perseus arrived, the maiden
sandals hovered above them, looking, howev- was on a rocky ledge by the sea, chained there
er, only at the shield. Then he aimed a stroke to wait for the coming of the monster. Perse-
down at Medusa's throat and Athena guided us saw her and on the instant loved her. He
his hand. With a single sweep of his sword he waited beside her until the great snake came
cut through her neck and, his eyes still fixed for its prey; then he cut its head off just as he
on the shield with never a glance at her, he had the Gorgon's. The headless body dropped
swooped low enough to seize the head. He back into the water; Perseus took Andromeda
dropped it into the wallet which closed to her parents and asked for her hand, which
around it. He had nothing to fear from it now. they gladly gave him.
EPICS AND ROMANCES 647
With her he sailed back to the island and came to an end. Perseus and Andromeda
his mother, but in the house where he had lived happily ever after. Their son, Electryon,
lived so long he found no one. The fisherman was the grandfather of Hercules.
Dictys' wife was long since dead, and the two Medusa's head was given to Athena, who
others, Danae and the man who had been like boreit always upon the aegis, Zeus's shield,
a father to Perseus, had had to fly and hide which she carried for him.
themselves from Polydectes, who was furious
at Danae's refusal to marry him. They had
Hercules
taken refuge in a temple, Perseus was told.
He learned also that the king was holding a Hercules was the greatest hero of Greece. He
banquet in the palace and all the men who
possessed magnificent strength. He was the son
favored him were gathered there. Perseus
of Zeus by a mortal wife. The goddess Hera
instantly saw his opportunity. He went
(Juno), wife of Zeus, never forgave Hercules for
straight to the palace and entered the hall. As
being Zeus' son and persecuted him throughout
he stood at the entrance, Athena's shining his life. She it was who brought on his madness
buckler on his breast, the silver wallet at his
and caused him to kill his wife and their three
side, he drew the eyes of every man there. sons. When sanity returned, Hercules was grief-
Then before any could look away, he held up striken and as punishment exiled himself. Then in
the Gorgon's head; and at the sight one and
his great desire to be purified, he consulted the
all, the cruel king and his servile courtiers,
oracle at Delphi. The priestess told him that only
were turned into stone. There they sat, a row
a terrible penance could purge him. She bade
of statues, each, as it were, frozen stiff in the
him go to Eurystheus, King of Mycenae, and
attitude he had struck when he first saw
submit to whatever he demanded. She then
Perseus.
promised him that if he performed the tasks set
When the islanders knew themselves freed
him, he would become immortal. Eurystheus,
from the tyrant, it was easy for Perseus to
urged on by Hera, imposed upon Hercules
find Danae and Dictys. He made
Dictys king twelve tasks, each one of which was well-nigh
of the island, but he and his mother decided
impossible. They were called The Twelve Labors
that they would go back with Andromeda to
of Hercules and were fixed in legend as early as
Greece and try to be reconciled to Acrisius, to the fifth century B.C. They involved the follow-
see if the many years that had passed since he
ing:
had put them in the chest had not softened
him so that he would be glad to receive his 1 . To slay the Nemean lion, a beast no weapons
daughter and grandson. When they reached could kill.
Argos, however, they found that Acrisius had 2. To slay the Lernean hydra, a creature with
been driven away from the city, and where he nine heads, one of which was immortal.
was ro one could say. It happened that soon 3. To bring back alive the Arcadian stag with
after their arrival, Perseus heard that the antlers of gold.
King of Larissa, in the North, was holding a 4. To destroy a great boar that lived on Mount
great athletic contest, and he journeyed there Erymantis.
to take part. In the discus-throwing when his 5. To clean the Augean stables in a single day.
turnamec and he hurled the heavy missile, it 6. To drive away the Stymphalian birds.
swened and fell among the spectators. Acri- 7. To take captive the savage bull of Crete.
sius was there on a visit to the king, and the 8. To catch the man-eating horses of Diome-
discus struck him. The blow was fatal and he des, King of Thrace.
died i t once. 9. To bring back the girdle of Hippolyta, Queen
So Vpollo's oracle was again proved true. If of the Amazons.
Perse is felt any grief, at least he knew that 10. To capture the oxen of the monster Geryon.
his gi andfather had done his best to kill him 11. To bring back the Golden Apples of the
and h s mother. With his death their troubles Hesperides.
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12. io bring up from Hades the three-headed Then Hercules thanked the kindly nymphs
dog Cerberus. and followed the river on and down to the sea,
and there, as they had said, he found Nereus
[From Katharine Pyle, Heroic Tales from Greek
still asleep upon the rock. His hair and beard
Mythology (Lippincott, 1928).]
were green and rough, and more like water
weeds than hair, and two horns grew from his
The Eleventh Task
forehead. Then Hercules seized him with his
Now when Zeus and Hera had been married, mighty hands and woke him, and Nereus
to their wedding feast had come all the gods struggled to free himself and panted, "Let me
and goddesses, bringing with them gifts. De- go!" but Hercules would not; and suddenly
meter brought a tree that bore most wondrous the sea god turned himself into a slippery
golden apples, and the immortal pair were fish, but Hercules held him still. Afterward
greatly pleased with this. Zeus made a garden Nereus changed into a writhing serpent, then
in the farthest west, and called it the Garden into a great three-headed dog that snapped
of the Hesperides, and he set the tree in the and snarled at the hands that held him; after
midst of it. A sleepless dragon coiled about its that he changed into a stream that almost
trunk to guard it, and four fair nymphs called slipped through Hercules' fingers, and then
the Daughters of the West were set to watch into an enormous water bird that beat him
both tree and dragon. with its wings, but still he held it. Then at last
And now Eurystheus commanded Hercules Nereus turned back into his own shape again
to bring him these golden apples of the Hes- and panting cried, "Why dost thou hold me
perides. thus? What wouldst thou have of me?"
Hercules set forth as he was commanded, Hercules answered, "Tell me where to find
but now he wandered aimlessly; for he knew the Garden of the Hesperides, and how to
not in which direction the garden lay, nor bring thence the golden apples, and I wll let
could he find any who could tell him though thee go."
he asked all whom he met. At last in his Nereus replied, "The garden lies far to the
wanderings he came to the river Rhone and west in Libya, but no mortal hand may pluck
sat to rest beside its brink, and as he sat there those apples. Only Atlas, the mighty Titan
he saw the naiads at play in its waters, and he who upholds the sky upon his shoulders, may
called to them, "Fair nymphs, out of your pluck them. Seek him first. If he will aid thee
kindness, tell me if you can, where I may find it is well, but if not thou needst not hope ever
this giant was the son of Terra, as the earth is thou, calling there below in such a mighty
called, and all his strength flowed into him voice? What seekest thou here?"
from her. The closer his body came to her, the Hercules answered, "I am Hercules, the
stronger he grew. Then at last, after having son of Zeus." And he told the Titan how he
thrown him many times, Hercules guessed had been made subject to Eurystheus, and of
his secret, and he caught the giant with his how it was the will of the gods that he should
mighty hands, and instead of casting him carry out the king's commands until he had
down he heaved him up and held him high so performed twelve labors. "So far," he said, "I
that he could not touch the ground; and An- have accomplished all the tasks that he has
taeus struggled, and cried out, and strove to set for me; but now he has commanded me to
slip from his hands and fall to earth, and bring to him the golden apples of the Hesperi-
could not; slowly all the strength went out of des, and this I cannot do without thy aid."
him, till at last he hung, a helpless thing, in Atlas asked, "How can I aid thee? If I
the hands of Hercules. ceased from holding up the skies, even for a
Then Hercules killed him and cast his body moment, they would fall upon the earth and
to the ground, for he knew that now not even both would be destroyed together."
his mother Earth could again put life into Hercules replied, "I will myself support the
him. sky in thy place, if thou wilt fetch the apples,"
But after this Hercules lost his way and and to this Atlas agreed. But Hercules lacked
wandered from Libya on into other countries; in height, so he climbed up a mountain and
so he came to India, where Phoebus had his stood upon its top, and he cast off his lion skin
palace, and to the Caucasus where Promethe- and bared his back, and Atlas shifted the
us lay bound; and Prometheus saw him even weight of the sky to his shoulders; slowly and
from afar and called him, "Hasten thy steps, carefully he shifted it, but even so, the sky
O Hercules! For ages long I have awaited was shaken so that many of the stars fell
thee, and now thou has come at last!" from their places, and people were terrified,
Then Hercules drew near, and looked with fearing the whole of the heavens was about to
wonder on Prometheus, and on the eagles fall.
that hovered over him, for though from child- Then Atlas strode away toward the west,
hood he had heard the story of Prometheus, and Hercules stood there with his shoulders
he scarcely had believed that it was true. But bowed under the weight, and always the
now Prometheus told him with his own weight seemed heavier, and he was glad
mouth of all his sufferings, and Hercules, when, after a time, he heard Atlas returning,
filled with wrath and pity, drove away the and he called, "Make haste, O Atlas, and take
eagles, and broke the fetters that held Prome- back the sky, for even already I am wearied of
theus, and set him free. So it was that the it."
favored son of Zeus freed the one whom Zeus was wearied long ago, and
Atlas said, "I
himself had bound. now I myself carry the apples to King
will
And now Prometheus told Hercules that he Eurystheus, and thou shalt stay here in my
wand sred from his way, and bade him retrace place."
his st jps to Libya, and he told him where to Then Hercules was afraid, thinking that
find .Atlas. he might never be released, but he hid his
So Hercules went back the way that he had fear and he said, "If I am to take thy place,
come and after long journeying he came let me at least spread my lion's skin on the
again to Libya and to the place of which rocks, for they are hard and rough beneath
Prom :theus had told him, and there he saw my feet."
Atlas cowering high above him, with his head Then Atlas agreed, and he put down the
amon ; the clouds and the sky resting on his apples and took back the sky, thinking that
shoulders. Then Hercules called to him, "Ho, presently he would again give it over to Her-
Atlas! with thy head among the clouds, canst cules. But Hercules said, "It is thy task to
thou 1 ear me?" support the sky, as it is mine to carry out the
Am Atlas answered, "I can hear. Who art orders of Eurystheus. Thou wouldst have
650 THE ORAL TRADITION
tricked me in this thing, but instead thou hast Thessaly, where the Lapithai breed their
thyself been tricked. Farewell, O Atlas!" horses; and the lake of Boibe, and the stream
And he took up the apples and returned which runs northward to Peneus and Tempe;
with them to Eurystheus, leaving Atlas there and he looked north, and saw the mountain
with the weight of the heavens resting still wall which guards the Magnesian shore;
upon his shoulders. Olympus, the seat of the Immortals, and
Ossa, and Pelion, where he stood. Then he
looked east and saw the bright blue sea,
How Jason Lost His Sandal in Anauros
which stretched away forever toward the
Avid readers of traditional tales, epics, and stories dawn. Then he looked south, and saw a pleas-
find themselves fascinated by the occurrence and ant land, with white-walled towns and farms,
recurrence of motif, themes, attitudes, and inci- nestling along the shore of a landlocked bay,
dents in sources that seem far removed from one while the smoke rose blue among the trees;
another. One of the best-loved Christian legends and he knew it for the bay of Pagasai, and the
is the story of St.
Christopher, who bore the rich lowlands of Haemonia, and lolcos by the
Christ Child upon his back across a swiftly flow- sea.
ing stream. Here is the same story, but it is Jason, Then he sighed, and asked: "Is it true what
he who set out on the impossible quest for the the heroes tell me, that I am heir of that fan-
Golden Fleece, who crosses the flood, and it is land?"
the goddess Hera he befriends. "And what good would it be to you, Jason,
The cycle of stories in which Jason is hero was ifyou were heir of that fair land?"
written by a poet of the third century B.C., "I would take it and keep it."
Apollonius of Rhodes; its title, Argonautica. Pin- "A strong man has taken it and kept it long.
dar, the Creek lyric poet (438 B.C.), made Jason Are you stronger than Pelias the terrible?"
the subject of one of his most famous odes, and "I can try my strength with his," said
Euripides (485 B.C.) based his great tragedy Jason. But Cheiron sighed, and said:
Medea on the Jason story. "You have many a danger to go through
This
retelling of the story is from a book before you rule in lolcos by the sea; and many
belonging to the Victorian era, but remains one
it a woe; and strange troubles in strange lands,
of the most vigorous and spirited sources for such as man never saw before."
children. [From Charles Kingsley, The Heroes "The happier I," said Jason, "to see what
(Macmillan, 1855).] man never saw before."
And Cheiron sighed again, and said: "The
And ten years came and went, and Jason was eaglet must leave the nest when it is fledged.
grown to be a mighty man. Some of his Will you go to lolcos by the sea? Then promise
fellows were gone, and some were growing up me two things before you go."
by his side. Asclepius was gone into Pelopon- Jason promised, and Cheiron answered:
nese, to work his wondrous cures on men; and "Speak harshly to no soul whom you may
some say he used to raise the dead to life. And meet, and stand by the word which you shall
Heracles was gone to Thebes, to fulfill those speak."
famous labours which have become a proverb Jason wondered why Cheiron asked this of
among men. And Peleus had married a sea- him; but he knew that the Centaur was a
nymph, and his wedding is famous to this prophet, and saw things long before they
day.And Aeneas was gone home to Troy, and came. So he promised, and leapt down the
many a noble tale you will read of him, and of mountain, to take his fortune like a man.
all the other gallant heroes, the scholars of He went down through the arbutus thick-
Cheiron the just. And it happened on a day ets, and across the downs of thyme, till he
that Jason stood on the mountain, and looked came to the vineyard walls, and the pome-
north and south and east and west; and Chei- granates and the olives in the glen; and
ron stood by him and watched him, for he among the olives roared Anauros, all foaming
knew that the time was come. with a summer flood.
And Jason looked and saw the plains of And on the bank of Anauros sat a woman,
EPICS AND ROMANCES 651
all wrinkled, gray, and old; her head shook women, and taller than all men on earth; and
palsied on her breast, and her hands shook her garments shone like the summer sea, and
palsied on her knees; and when she saw her jewels like the stars of heaven; and over
Jason, she spoke whining: "Who will carry her forehead was a veil, woven of the golden
me across the flood?" clouds of sunset; and through the veil she
Jason was bold and hasty, and was just looked down on him, with great soft heifer's
going to leap into the flood; and yet he eyes; with great eyes, mild and awful, which
thought twice before he leapt, so loud roared filled all the glen with light.
the torrent down, all brown from the moun- And Jason fell upon his knees, and hid his
tain rains, and silver-veined with melting face between his hands.
snow; while underneath he could hear the And she spoke "I am the Queen of Olym-
boulders rumbling like the tramp of horse- pus, Hera the wife of Zeus. As thou hast done
men or the roll of wheels, as they ground to me, so will I do to thee. Call on me in the
along the narrow channel, and shook the hour of need, and try if the Immortals can
rocks on which he stood. forget."
But the old woman whined all the more: "I And when Jason looked up, she rose from
am weak and old, fair youth. For Hera's sake, off the earth, like a pillar of tall white cloud,
carry me over the torrent." and floated away across the mountain peaks,
And Jason was going to answer her scorn- toward Olympus the holy hill.
fully, when Cheiron's words came to his Then a great fear fell on Jason; but after a
mind. while he grew light of heart; and he blessed
So he said: "For Hera's sake, the Queen of old Cheiron, and said "Surely the Centaur
the Immortals on Olympus, I will carry you isa prophet, and guessed what would come to
over the torrent, unless we both are drowned pass, when he bade me speak harshly to no
midway." soul whom I might meet."
Then the old dame leapt upon his back, as Then he went down toward lolcos, and as
nimbly as a goat; and Jason staggered in, he walked, he found that he had lost one of
wondering; and the first step was up to his his sandals in the flood.
knees. And as he went through the streets, the
The first step was up to his knees, and the people came out to look at him, so tall and fair
second step was up to his waist; and the was he; but some of the elders whispered
stones rolled about his feet, and his feet together; and at last one of them stopped
slipped about the stones; so he went on stag- Jason, and called to him "Fair lad, who are
gering and panting, while the old woman you, and whence come you; and what is your
cried from off his back: errand in the town?"
"Fool, you have wet my mantle! Do you "My name, good father, is Jason, and I
make game of poor old souls like me?" come from Pelion up above; and my errand is
Jason had half a mind to drop her, and let to Pelias your king; tell me then where his
her get through the torrent by herself; but palace is."
Cheiion's words were in his mind, and he said But the old man started, and grew pale,
only: "Patience, mother; the best horse may and said, "Do you not know the oracle, my
stum >le some day." son, that you go so boldly through the town,
At last he staggered to the shore, and set with but one sandal on?"
her d >wn upon the bank; and a strong man he "I am a stranger here, and know of no
needc d to have been, or that wild water he oracle; but what of my one sandal? I lost the
nevei would have crossed. other in Anauros, while I was struggling with
He lay panting awhile upon the bank, the flood."
and ihen leapt up to go upon his journey; Then the old man looked back to his com-
but l.e cast one look at the old woman, panions; and one sighed and another smiled;
for h thought, "She should thank me once
: at last he said "I will tell you, lest you rush
at least." upon your ruin unawares. The oracle in Del-
An 1 as he looked, she grew fairer than all phi has said, that a man wearing one sandal
652 THE ORAL TRADITION
should take the kingdom from Pelias, and daughters came, and told the same tale (for
keep it for himself. Therefore beware how their father had taught them their parts), and
you go up to his palace, for he is the fiercest wept, and said, "Oh, who will bring home the
and most cunning of all kings." golden fleece, that our uncle's spirit may have
Then Jason laughed a great laugh, like a rest; and that we may have rest also, whom
war-horse in his pride "Good news, good he never lets sleep in peace?"
father, both for you and me. For that very end Jason sat awhile, sad and silent; for he had
I came into the town." often heard of that golden fleece; but he
Then he strode on toward the palace of looked on it as a thing hopeless and impossi-
Pelias, while all the people wondered at his ble for any mortal man to win it.
bearing. But when Pelias saw him silent, he began
And he stood in the doorway and cried, to talk of other things, and courted Jason
"Come out, Pelias the valiant, and fight for more and more, speaking to him as if he was
your kingdom like a man." certain to be his heir, and asking his advice
Pelias came out wondering, and "Who are about the kingdom; till Jason, who was young
you, bold youth?" he cried. and simple, could not help saying to himself,
"I am Jason, the son of Aeson, the heir of "Surely he is not the dark man whom people
land."
all this call him. Yet why did he drive my father out?"
Then Pelias lifted up his hands and eyes, And he asked Pelias boldly, "Men say that you
and wept, or seemed to weep; and blessed the are terrible, and a man of blood; but I find you
heavens which had brought his nephew to a kind and hospitable man; and as you are to
him, never to leave him more. "For," said he, me, so will I be to you. Yet why did you drive
"I have but three daughters, and no son to be my father out?"
my heir. You shall be my heir then, and rule Pelias smiled and sighed: "Men have slan-
the kingdom after me, and marry whichso- dered me in that, as in all things. Your father
ever of my daughters you shall choose; was growing old and weary, and he gave the
though a sad kingdom you will find it, and kingdom up to me of his own will. You shall
whosoever rules it a miserable man. But see him to-morrow, and ask him; and he will
come in, come in, and feast." tell you the same."
So he drew Jason in, whether he would or Jason's heart leapt in him, when he heard
not, and spoke to him so lovingly and feasted that he was to see his father; and he believed
him so well, that Jason's anger passed; and all that Pelias said, forgetting that his father
after supper his three cousins came into the might not dare to tell the truth.
hall, and Jason thought that he should like "One thing more there is," said Pelias, "on
well enough to have one of them for his wife. which I need your advice; for though you are
But at last he said to Pelias, "Why do you young, I see in you a wisdom beyond your
look so sad, my uncle? And what did you years. There is one neighbour of mine, whom
mean just now, when you said that this was a I dread more than all men on earth. I am
doleful kingdom, and its ruler a miserable stronger than he now, and can command
man?" him: but I know that if he stay among us, he
Then Pelias sighed heavily again and will work my ruin in the end. Can you give me
again and again, like a man who had to tell a plan, Jason, by which I can rid myself of
some dreadful story and was afraid to begin; that man?"
but at last After awhile, Jason answered, half laugh-
"For seven long years and more have I ing, "Were I you, I would send him to fetch
never known a quiet night; and no more will that same golden fleece; for if he once set
he who comes after me, till the golden fleece forth after it you would never be troubled
be brought home." with him more."
Then he told Jason the story of Phrixus, And at that a bitter smile came across
and of the golden fleece; and told him, too, Pelias's lips, and a wicked joy into his
flash of
which was a lie, that Phrixus's spirit torment- eyes; and Jason saw it, and started; and over
ed him, calling to him day and night. And his his mind came the warning of the old man,
EPICS AND ROMANCES 653
and his own one sandal, and the oracle, and Then Pelias looked at him and almost loved
he saw that he was taken in a trap. him, in the midst of all his hate; and said, "I
But Pelias only answered gently, "My son, promise, and I will perform. It will be no
he shall be sent forthwith." shame to give up my kingdom to the man who
"You mean me?" cried Jason, starting up, wins that fleece."
"because I came here with one sandal?" And Then they swore a great oath between
he lifted his fist angrily, while Pelias stood up them; and afterwards both went in, and lay
to him like a wolf at bay; and whether one of down to sleep.
the two was the stronger and the fiercer, it But Jason could not sleep, for thinking of
would be hard to tell. his mighty oath, and how he was to fulfil it,
But after a moment Pelias spoke gently all alone, and without wealth or friends. So he
"Why then so rash, my son? You, and not I, tossed a long time upon his bed, and thought
have said what is said; why blame me for of this plan and of that; and sometimes Phri-
what I have not done? Had you bid me love xus seemed to call him, in a thin voice, faint
the man of whom I spoke, and make him my and low, as if it came from far across the
son-in-law and heir, I would have obeyed you; sea "Let me come home to my fathers and
and what if I obey you now, and send the man have rest." And sometimes he seemed to see
to win himself immortal fame? I have not the eyes of Hera, and to hear her words
harmed you, or him. One thing at least I again, "Call on me in the hour of need, and
know, that he will go, and that gladly: for he see if the Immortals can forget."
has a hero's heart within him; loving glory, And on the morrow he went to Pelias, and
and scorning to break the word which he has said, "Give me a victim, that I may sacrifice
given." to Hera." So he went up, and offered his
Jason saw that he was entrapped: but his sacrifice; and as he stood by the altar, Hera
second promise to Cheiron came into his sent a thought into his mind; and he went
mind, and he thought, "What if the Centaur back to Pelias, and said
were a prophet in that also, and meant that I "If you are indeed in earnest, give me two
should win the fleece!" Then he cried heralds, that they may go round to all the
aloud, princes of the Minuai, who were pupils of the
"You have well spoken, cunning uncle of Centaur with me, that we may fit out a ship
mine! I love glory, and I dare keep to my together, and take what shall befall."
word I will go and fetch this golden fleece. At that Pelias praised his wisdom, and
Promise me but this in return, and keep your hastened to send the heralds out; for he said
word as I keep mine. Treat my father lovingly in his heart, "Let all the princes go with him,
while I am gone, for the sake of the all-seeing and like him, never return; for so I shall be
Zeus: and give me up the kingdom for my lord of all the Minuai, and the greatest king in
own, on the day that I bring back the golden Hellas."
fleece."
England
poem The Song of the Brook: are "the ring-giver," meaning a king; and "the
654 THE ORAL TRADITION
gannet's bath," meaning the sea. Beowulf is an their ship, grasped their weapons, and
Anglo-Saxon epic composed not earlier than the thanked God that they had had an easy voy-
eighth century. Though it stands at the beginning age.
of English literature, the scene of the poem is the Now the coast guard spied them from a
region around the Baltic Sea, and the hero is tower. He
set off to the shore, riding on horse-
Scandinavian, representing the spirit of the Vi- back, and brandishing a huge lance.
kings. [From Hamilton Wright Mabie, Legends "Who are you," he cried, "bearing arms
Every Child Should Know (Doubleday, 1906).] and openly landing here? I am bound to know
from whence you come before you make a
Old King Hrothgar built for himself a great step forward. Listen to my plain words, and
palace, covered with gold, with benches all hasten to answer me."
round outside, and a terrace leading up to it. Beowulf made answer that they came as
It was bigger than any hall men had ever friends, to rid Hrothgar of his wicked enemy
heard of, and there Hrothgar sat on his throne Grendel, and at that the coast guard led them
to share with men the good things God had on to guide them to the king's palace. Down-
given him. A band of brave knights gathered hill they ran together, with a rushing sound of
round him, all living together in peace and voices and armed tread, until they saw the
joy. hall shining like gold against the sky. The
But there came a wicked monster, Grendel, guard bade them go straight to it, then,
out of the moors. He stole across the fens in wheeling round on his horse, he said, "It is
the thick darkness, and touched the great iron time for me to go. May the Father of All keep
bars of the door of the hall, which immediate- you in safety. For myself, I must guard the
ly sprang open. Then, with his eyes shooting coast."
out flame, he spied the knights sleeping after The street was paved with
stone, and Beo-
battle. With his steel fingernails the hideous wulf's men marched along, following it to the
fiend seized thirty of them in their sleep. He hall, their armor shining in the sun and
gave yells of joy, and sped as quick as light- clanging as they went. They reached the ter-
ning across the moors, to reach his home with where they set down their broad shields.
race,
his prey. Then they seated themselves on the bench,
When the knights awoke, they raised a while they stacked their spears together and
great cry of sorrow, whilst the aged king made themselves known to the herald.
himself sat speechless with grief. None could Hrothgar speedily bade them welcome-.
do battle with the monster, he was too strong, They entered the great hall with measured
too horrible for anyone to conquer. For twelve tread, Beowulf leading the way. His armor
long years Grendel warred against Hrothgar; shone like a golden network, and his look was
like a dark shadow of death he prowled high and noble, as he said, "Hail, O King! To
round-about the hall, and lay in wait for his fight against Grendel single-handed have I
men on the misty moors. One thing he could come. Grant me this, that I may have this
not touch, and that was the king's sacred task alone, I and my little band of men. I
throne. know that the terrible monster despises
Nowthere lived in a far-off land a young- weapons, and therefore I shall bear neither
ster calledBeowulf, who had the strength of sword, nor shield, nor buckler. Hand-to-hand
thirty men. He heard of the wicked deeds of I will fight the foe, and death shall come to
Grendel, and the sorrow of the good King whomsoever God wills. If death overtakes
Hrothgar. So he had made ready a strong me, then will the monster carry away my
ship, and with fourteen friends set sail to visit body to the swamps, so care not for my body,
Hrothgar, as he was in need of help. The good but send my armor to my king. My fate is in
ship flew over the swelling ocean like a bird, God's hands."
till in due time the voyagers saw shining Hrothgar loved the youth for his noble
white cliffs before them. Then they knew words, and bade him and his men sit down to
their journey was at an end; they made fast the table and merrily share the feast, if they
EPICS AND ROMANCES 655
had a mind to do so. As they feasted, a had fled stricken to death. In a dismal pool he
minstrel sang with a clear voice. The queen, had yielded up his life.
in cloth of gold, moved down the hall and Racing their horses over the green turf,
handed the jeweled cup of mead to the king they reached again the paved street. The
and all the warriors, old and young. At the golden roof of the palace glittered in the
right moment, with gracious words, she sunlight. The king stood on the terrace and
brought it to Beowulf. Full of pride and high gave thanks to God. "I have had much woe,"
purpose, the youth drank from the splendid he said, "but this lad, through God's might,
cup, and vowed that he would conquer the has done the deed that we, with all our wis-
enemy or die. dom, could not do. Now I will heartily love
When the sun sank in the west, all the you, Beowulf, as if you were my son. You
guests arose. The king bade Beowulf guard shall want for nothing in this world, and your
the house, and watch for the foe. "Have fame shall live forever."
courage," he said, "be watchful, resolve on The palace was cleansed, the walls hung
success. Not a wish of yours shall be left anew with cloth of gold, the whole place was
unfulfilled, if you perform this mighty deed." made fair and straight, for only the roof had
Then Beowulf lay down to rest in the hall, been left altogether unhurt after the fight.
putting off from him his coat of mail, helmet, A merry feast was held. The king brought
and sword. forth out of his treasures a banner, helmet,
Through the dim night Grendel came steal- and mail coat. These he gave to Beowulf; but
ing. All slept in the darkness, all but one! The more wonderful than all was a famous sword
door sprang open at the first touch that the handed down to him through the ages. Then
monster gave it. He trod quickly over the eight horses with golden cheekplates were
paved floor of the hall; his eyes gleamed as he brought within the court; one of them was
saw a troop of kinsmen lying together asleep. saddled with King Hrothgar's own saddle,
He laughed as he reckoned on sucking the life decorated with silver. Hrothgar gave all to
of each one before day broke. He seized a Beowulf, bidding him enjoy them well. To
sleeping warrior, and in a trice had crunched each of Beowulf's men he gave rich gifts. The
his bones. Then he stretched out his hand to minstrels sang; the queen, beautiful and gra-
seize Beowulf on his bed. Quickly did Beo- cious, bore the cup to the king and Beowulf.
wulf grip his arm; he stood up full length and To Beowulf she, too, gave gifts; mantle and
grappled with him with all his might, till his bracelets and collar of gold. "Use these gifts,"
fingers cracked as though they would burst. she said, "and prosper well! As far as the sea
Never had Grendel felt such a grip; he had a rollsyour name shall be known."
mind to go, but could not. He roared, and the Great was the joy of all till evening came.
hall resounded with his yells, as up and down Then the hall was cleared of benches and
he ra,;ed, with Beowulf holding him in a fast strewn with beds. Beowulf, like the king, had
embrace. The benches were overturned, the his own bower this night to sleep in. The
timbers of the hall cracked, the beautiful hall nobles lay down in the hall, at their heads
was all but wrecked. Beowulf's men had they set their shields and placed ready their
seized their weapons and thought to hack helmets and their mail coats. Each slept,
Grendel on every side, but no blade could ready in an instant to do battle for his lord.
touch him. Still Beowulf held him by the arm; So they sank to rest, little dreaming what
his shoulder cracked, and he fled, wounded to deep sorrow was to fall on them.
death, leaving hand, arm, and shoulder in Hrothgar's men sank to rest, but death was
Beow jlf's grasp. Over the moors, into the to be the portion of one. Grendel the monster
darkress, he sped as best he might, and to was dead, but Grendel's mother still lived.
Beow jlf was the victory. Furious at the death of her son, she crept to
Th;n, in the morning, many a warrior the great hall, and made her way in, clutched
came from far and near. Riding in troops, an earl, the king's dearest friend, and crushed
they racked the monster's path, where he him in his sleep. Great was the uproar,
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though the terror was less than when Grendel One of Beowulf's men took aim at a mon-
came. The knights leapt up, sword in hand; ster with his arrow, and pierced him through,
the witch hurried to escape, she wanted to get so that he swam no more.
out with her life. Beowulf was making ready for the fight.
The aged king felt bitter grief when he He covered his body with armor lest the fiend
heard that his dearest friend was slain. He should clutch him. On his head was a white
sent for Beowulf, who, like the king, had had helmet decorated with figures of boars
his own sleeping bower that night. The youth worked in silver. No weapon could hurt it. His
stood before Hrothgar and hoped that all was sword was a wonder treasure, with an edge of
well. iron; it had never failed any one who needed
"Do not ask if things go well," said the it in battle.
sorrowing king, "we have fresh grief this "Be like a father to my men, if I perish,"
morning. My dearest friend and noblest said Beowulf to Hrothgar, "and send the rich
knight is slain. Grendel you yourself de- gifts you have given me to my king. He will
stroyed through the strength given you by see that I had good fortune while life lasted.
God, but another monster has come to avenge Either I will win fame, or death shall take
his death. I have heard the country folk say me."
that there were two huge fiends to be seen He dashed away, plunging headlong into
stalking over the moors, one like a woman, as the pool. It took nearly the whole day before
near as they could make out, the other had he reached the bottom, and while he was still
the form of a man, but was huger far. It was on his way the water- witch met him. For a
he they called Grendel. These two haunt a hundred years she had lived in those depths.
fearful spot, a land of untrodden bogs and She made a grab at him, and caught him in
windy cliffs. A waterfall plunges into the her talons, but his coat of mail saved him
blackness below, and twisted trees with from her loathsome fingers. Still she clutched
gnarled roots overhang it. An unearthly fire is him tight, and bore him in her arms to the
seen gleaming there night after night. None bottom of the lake; he had no power to use his
can tell the depth of the stream. Even a stag, weapons, though he had courage enough.
hunted to death, will face his foes on the bank Water-beasts swam after him and battered
rather than plunge into those waters. It is a him with their tusks.
fearful spot. You are our only help, dare you Then he saw that he was in a vast hall,
enter this horrible haunt?" where there was no water, but a strange,
Quick was Beowulf's answer: "Sorrow not, unearthly glow of firelight. At once he began
O King! Rouse yourself quickly, and let us to fight, but the sword would not bite it
track the monster. Each of us must look for failed its master in his need; for the first time
death, and he who has the chance should do its fame broke down. Away Beowulf threw it
mighty deeds before it comes. I promise you in anger, trusting to the strength of his hands.
Grendel's kin shall not escape me, if she hide He cared nothing for his own life, for he
in the depths of the earth or of the ocean." thought but of honor.
The king sprang up gladly, and Beowulf He seized the witch by the shoulder and
and his friends set out. They passed stony swayed her so that she sank on the pavement.
banks and narrow gullies, the haunts of gob- Quickly she recovered, and closed in on him;
lins. he staggered and fell, worn out. She sat on
Suddenly they saw a clump of gloomy him, and drew her knife to take his life, but
trees overhanging a dreary pool. A shudder his good mail coat turned the point. He stood
ran through them, for the pool was blood -red. up again, and then truly God helped him, for
All sat down by the edge of the pool, while he saw among the armor on the wall an old
the horn sounded a cheerful blast. In the sword of huge size, the handiwork of giants.
water were monstrous sea-snakes, and on He seized it, and smote with all his might, so
jutting points of land were dragons and that the witch gave up her life.
strange beasts: they tumbled away, full of His heart was full of gladness, and light,
rage, at the sound of the horn. calm and beautiful as that of the sun, filled
EPICS AND ROMANCES 657
the hall. He scanned the vast chamber, and hoarded jewels. He wept, for he loved Beo-
saw Grendel lying there dead. He cut off his wulf well, and knew he would never see him
head as a trophy for King Hrothgar, whose any more.
men the fiend had killed and devoured. The coast guard saw the gallant warriors
Now those men who were seated on the coming, bade them welcome, and led them to
banks of the pool watching with Hrothgar their ship. The wind whistled in the sails, and
saw that the water was tinged with blood. a pleasant humming sound was heard as the
Then the old men spoke together of the brave good ship sped on her way. So Beowulf re-
Beowulf, saying they feared that they would turned home, having done mighty deeds and
never see him again. The day was waning gained great honor.
fast, so they and the king went homeward. In due time Beowulf himself became King,
Beowulf's men stayed on, sick at heart, gaz- and well he governed the land for fifty years.
ing at the pool. They longed, but did not Then trouble came.
expect, to see their lord and master. A from his master, stumbled
slave, fleeing
Under the depths, Beowulf was making his by an evil chance into the den of a dragon.
way to them. The magic sword melted in his There he saw a dazzling hoard of gold, guarded
hand, like snow in sunshine; only the hilt by the dragon for three hundred winters.
remained, so venomous was the fiend that The treasure tempted him, and he carried off
had been slain therewith. He brought nothing a tankard of gold to give to his master, to
more with him than the hilt and Grendel's make peace with him.
head. Up he rose through the waters where The dragon had been sleeping; now he
the furious sea-beasts before had chased him. awoke, and sniffed the scent of an enemy
Now not one was to be seen; the depths were along the rock. He hunted diligently over the
purified when the witch lost her life. So he ground; he wanted to find the man who had
came bravely swimming, bearing his
to land, done the mischief in his sleep. In his rage he
spoils. His men saw him, they thanked God, swung around the treasure mound, dashing
and ran to free him of his armor. They re- into it now and again to seek the jeweled
joiced to get sight of him, sound and whole. tankard. He found it hard to wait until eve-
Now they marched gladly through the ning came, when he meant to avenge with
highways to the town. It took four of them to fire the loss of his treasure.
carry Grendel's head. On they went, all four- Presently the sun sank, and the dragon had
teen, their captain glorious in their midst. his will. He set forth, burning all the cheerful
They entered the great hall, startling the king homes of men; his rage was felt far and wide.
and queen, as they sat at meat, with the Before dawn he shot back again to his dark
fearful sight of Grendel's head. home, trusting in his mound and in his craft
Beowulf handed the magic hilt to Hroth- to defend himself.
gar, who saw that it was the work of giants of Now Beowulf heard that his own home had
old. He spake to Beowulf, while all held their been burnt to the ground. It was a great grief
peace, praised him for his courage, said that to him, almost making him break out in a
he would love him as his son, and bade him be rage against Providence. His breast heaved
a helj to mankind, remembering not to glory with anger.
in his own strength, for he held it from God, He meant to rid his country of the plague,
and d sath without more ado might subdue it and to fight the dragon single-handed. He
altogether. "Many, many treasures," he said, would have thought it shame to seek him
"mus pass from me to you tomorrow, but with a large band, he who, as a lad, had killed
now r?st and feast." Grendel and his kin. As he armed for the fray,
Gladly Beowulf sat down to the banquet, many thoughts filled his mind; he remem-
and M ell he liked the thought of the rest. bered the days of his youth, and manhood. "I
Wh 3n day dawned, he bade the king fare- fought many wars in my youth," he said,
well v noble words, promising to help him
r
ith "and now that I am aged, and the keeper of
in tine of need. Hrothgar with tears and my people, I will yet again seek the enemy
embn ces let him go, giving him fresh gifts of and do famously."
658 THE ORAL TRADITION
He bade his men await him on the entered it. He knew that the tale of his days
mountain-side. They were to see which of the was told. As he rested on a stone by the
two would come alive out of the tussle. mound, he pondered thoughtfully, looking on
There the aged king beheld where a rocky the cunning work of the dwarfs of old, the
archway stood, with a stream of fire gushing stone arches on their rocky pillars. Wiglaf,
from it; no one could stand there and not be with tender care, unloosed his helmet and
scorched. He gave a great shout, and the brought him water, Beowulf discoursing the
dragon answered with a hot breath of flame. while: "Now I would gladly have given my
Beowulf, with drawn sword, stood well up to armor to my son, had God granted me one. I
his shield, when the burning dragon, curved have ruled this people fifty years, and no king
like an arch, came headlong upon him. The has dared attack them. I have held my own
shield saved him but little; he swung up the with justice, and no friend has lost his life
sword to smite the horrible monster, but its through me. Though I am sick with deadly
edge did not bite. Sparks flew around him on wounds, I have comfort in this. Now go
every side; he saw that the end of his days quickly, beloved Wiglaf; show me the ancient
had come. wealth that I have won for my people, the
His men crept away to the woods to save gold and brilliant gems, that I may then
their lives. One, and one only, Wiglaf by contentedly give up my life."
name, sped through the smoke and flame to Quickly did Wiglaf enter the mound at the
help his lord. bidding of his master. On every side he saw
"My Lord Beowulf!" he cried, "with all gold and jewels and choice vases, helmets
your might defend life; I will support you to and bracelets, and overhead a marvelous
the utmost." banner, all golden, gleaming with light, so
The dragon came on in fury; in a trice the that he could scan the surface of the floor and
flames consumed Wiglaf's shield, but, noth- see the curious treasured hoards. He filled his
ing daunted, he stepped under the shelter lap full of golden cups and platters, and also
of Beowulf's as his own fell in ashes about took the brilliant banner.
him. The king remembered his strength of old, He hastened to return with his spoils, won-
and he smote with his sword with such force dering, with pain, if he should find his king
that it stuck in the monster's head, while still alive. He bore his treasures to him, laid
splinters flew all around. His hand was so them on the ground, and again sprinkled him
strong that, as men used to say, he broke any with water. "I thank God," said the dying
sword in using it, and was none the worse king, "that I have been permitted to win this
for it. treasure for my people; now they will have ah"
Now, for the third time, the dragon rushed that they need. But I cannot be any longer
upon him, and seized him by the neck with here. Bid my men make a lofty mound on the
his poisonous fangs. Wiglaf, with no thought headland overlooking the sea, and there place
for himself, rushed forward, though he was my ashes. In time to come men shall call it
scorched with the flames, and smote the Beowulf's Barrow; it shall tower aloft to
dragon lower down than Beowulf had done guide sailors over the stormy seas."
before. With such effect the sword entered the The brave king took from his neck his
dragon's body that from that moment the fire golden collar, took his helmet and his coronet,
began to cease. and gave them to his true knight, Wiglaf.
The king, recovering his senses, drew his "Fate has swept all my kinsmen away," said
knife and ended the monster's life. So these he, "and now I must follow them."
two together destroyed the enemy of the peo- That was his last word, as his soul de-
ple. To Beowulf that was the greatest mo- parted from his bosom, to join the company of
ment of his life, when he saw his work com- the just.
pleted. Of all kings in the world, he was, said his
The wound that the dragon had given him men, the gentlest to his knights and the most
began to burn and swell, for the poison had desirous of honor.
EPICS AND ROMANCES 659
How St. George Fought the Dragon which no man living could stand. But now,
maidens had been offered up. In
alas! all the
St. is said to have been born in Cappado-
George all Egypt there was none left but the king's
cia (Asia Minor) of Christian parents. The legend
daughter, and on the morrow she must give
is that he was put to death by the Roman Emperor
herself to the dragon unless some brave
Diocletian because he protested against that em-
knight could be found who should have cour-
peror's persecutions of the Christians. His con-
age to encounter him and kill him. To such a
nection with the dragon goes back to the end of
knight the king had promised to give his
the sixth century, and the story was told by one
daughter in marriage and the crown of Egypt
Jacobus de Voragine in his Golden Legends. He
after his death.
has been the national saint of England since the
The tale of this terrible monster and the
Crusade, when he is supposed to have given
First
news of the royal reward so fired the English
miraculous help to Godfrey de Bouillon. [From
knight that he vowed that he would either
Marion Florence Lansing, Page, Squire, and
save the king's daughter or lose his own life in
Knight (Ginn, 1910).] so glorious an enterprise. He took his repose
with the old hermit that night, and at sunrise
AND BY MY PEN I WILL RECITE
buckled on his armor and journeyed to the
SAINT GEORGE'S DEEDS, AN ENGLISH KNIGHT.
valley where the king's daughter was to be
Away back in the second century after offered up. The bold knight had scarce en-
Christ, many hundred years before the com- tered the valley where the dragon had his
ing of King Arthur, the ancient city of Coven- abode, when the fiery monster caught sight of
try gave birth to Saint George, the first Chris- him and sent forth from his leathern throat a
tian hero of England, who was also the first sound more terrible than thunder. George
knight-errant that ever sought adventure in turned and beheld the dreadful sight. The
foreign lands. He deemed it dishonorable, size of this fell dragon was fearful to behold,
when he grew to be a man, to spend his time for his length from his shoulder to his tail was
at home in idleness, and not achieve some- more than fifty feet, and the scales on his
what by valor and prowess, so he set out from body shone like glittering brass. The knight
England in search of worthy adventure. rode against him with all his speed, thrusting
After many months of travel by sea and his spear straight at the fiery dragon's jaws,
land George came in his journeyings to Egypt, but it broke to splinters against those brass-
which country was then greatly annoyed by a like scales.
dangerous dragon. It is a fearsome descrip- The dragon then 'gan him assail,
tion of him that the minstrel of that day gives.
And smote our hero with his tail;
Within that country there did rest Then down before him went horse and man,
A dreadful dragon, fierce and fell, Two ribs of George were bruised then.
Whereby they were full sore oppressed. Up started George with right good will,
Who by his poisonous breath each day And after ran the dragon still.
Did many of the city slay. The dragon was aggrieved sore,
His skin more hard than brass was found, And smote at George more and more.
That sword nor lance could pierce nor wound. Long and hard was the fight
Between the dragon and the knight.
Th:s terrible dragon had ranged up and
down the country for twenty-four years, kill- At last George hit him under the right
ing m any and leaving devastation in his path. wing, which was the only place where there
George, seeking for shelter one night, was were no scales. He smote so hard with his
told t lis tale by an old hermit at whose door sword that went
in up to the hilt, and the
it
When as that valiant champion there translation of the French Morte d'Arthur (1470);
Had slain the dragon in the field, this is the version followed inthe retelling below.
To court he brought the lady fair, [From Sidney Lanier, The Boy's King Arthur
Which to all hearts much joy did yield. (Scribner, 1917).]
when the knights were in great danger at and so nourished him. Then
Sir Ector's wife
within two years King Uther fell sick of a
Jerusalem, he did appear to Godfrey and the
great malady; and thereof he died. Then stood
army and signed them on to enter and con-
the realm in great danger a long while, for
quer the Holy City. Many times the soldiers
returned from battle with the tale of how, every lord made him strong, and many
when the day was going against them and weened (thought) to have been king. And so,
they had prayed for aid, they had seen Saint
by Merlin's counsel, all the lords of England
came together in the greatest church of Lon-
George appear in white armor, with the
blood-red cross on his shoulder and the drag- don on Christmas morn before it was day, to
see if God would not show by some miracle
on on his shield, and always thereafter the
soldiers pushed forward with fresh enthusi-
who shcmld be king. And when the first mass
asm and won the day, shouting, was done there was seen in the church-yard,
against the high altar, a great stone four-
"Saint George of merry England, square, like to a marble stone, and in the
The sign of victory." midst thereof was an anvil of steel, a foot of
height, and therein stuck a fair sword naked
by the point, and letters of gold were written
King Arthur and His Sword about the sword that said thus:
Though it seems certain that there never was a
it seems
WHO SO PULLETH OUT THIS SWORD OF THIS
King Arthur, equally sure there was a STONE AND ANVIL, IS RIGHTWISE KlNG BORN
chieftain of that name. Interwoven with the story
OF ENGLAND.
of Arthur as a historical character are mythical,
romantic, and fairylike elements. The legend So when the masses were done, all the
all
shows the influence of the Charlemagne cycle in lords went
for to behold the stone and the
the appearance of the three ladies at his birth, as sword. And when they saw the scripture,
at that of Ogier. The influence of the northern some assayed (tried) such as would have been
hero-myths is shown in the episode where Arthur king. But none might stir the sword nor move
has to pull the sword from the stone to prove his it.
right to be king,just as Sigmund pulls the sword "He is not yet here," said the archbishop,
from the ash tree to prove his right to be a leader. "that shall achieve the sword, but doubt not
Tennyson's stories of Arthur, with which we are God will make him to be known. But this is
most familiar, are very misleading both about the my counsel," said the archbishop, "that we
character of King Arthur and the few facts as let purvey (provide) ten knights, men of good
given in the earliest poems. In English literature, fame, and they to keep this sword."
the wellspring of the Arthurian stories is Malory's And upon New Year's day the barons let
EPICS AND ROMANCES 661
make a tournament for to keep the lords "Wherefore I?" said Arthur.
together, for the archbishop trusted that God "Sir," said Ector, "for there should never
would make him known that should win the man have drawn out this sword but he that
sword. So upon New
Year's day when the shall be rightwise king of this land. Now let
service was donethe barons rode to the field. me see whether ye can put the sword there as
And so it happened that Sir Ector rode to it was and pull it out again."
the jousts, and with him rode Sir Kay, his son, "That is no mastery," said Arthur; and so
and young Arthur that was his nourished he put it in the stone. Therewith Sir Ector
brother. But Sir Kay had lost his sword, for he assayed to pull out the sword, and failed.
had left it at his father's lodging, and so he "Now assay," said Sir Ector to Sir Kay. And
prayed young Arthur to ride for his sword. "I anon he pulled at the sword with all his might
will with a good will," said Arthur, and rode but it would not be. "Now assay shall ye,"
fast after the sword; and when he came said Sir Ector to Arthur.
home, the lady and all were gone out to see "I will well," said Arthur, and pulled it out
the jousting. Then was Arthur wroth, and easily. And therewithal Sir Ector kneeled
said to himself, "I will ride to the church-yard down to the earth, and Sir Kay.
and take the sword with me that sticketh in "Alas," said Arthur, "mine own dear father
the stone, for my brother Sir Kay shall not be and brother, why kneel ye to me?"
without a sword this day." And so when he "Nay, nay, my lord Arthur, it is not so: I
came to the church-yard Arthur alighted and was never your father nor of your blood, but I
tied his horse to the stile, and so went to the wote (know) well ye are of an higher blood
tent, and found no knights there, for they than I weened (thought) you were." And then
were all at the jousting: and so he handled the Sir Ector told him all. Then Arthur made
sword by the handles, and lightly and fiercely great moan when he understood that Sir
he pulled it out of the stone, and took his Ector was not his father.
horse and rode his way till he came to his "Sir," said Ector unto Arthur, "will ye be
brother Sir Kay, and delivered him the sword. my good and gracious lord when ye are king?"
And as soon as Sir Kay saw the sword, he wist "Else were I to blame," said Arthur, "for ye
(knew) well that it was the sword of the stone, are the man in the world that I am most
and so he rode to his father, Sir Ector, and beholding (obliged) to, and my good lady and
said: "Sir, lo here is the sword of the stone; mother your wife, that as well as her own
wherefore I must be king of this land." When hath fostered and kept me. And if ever it be
Sir Ector beheld the sword, he returned again God's will that I be king, as ye say, ye shall
and came to the church, and there they desire of me what I may do, and I shall not
and went into the church,
alighted, all three, fail you."
and anon he made Sir Kay to swear upon a "Sir," said Sir Ector, "I will ask no more of
book how he came sword.
to that you but that you make myson, your fostered
"Sir," said Sir Kay, "by my brother Arthur, brother Sir Kay, seneschal of all your lands."
for h<; brought it to me." "That shall be done, sir," said Arthur, "and
"How gate (got) you this sword?" said Sir more by the faith of my body; and never man
Ectoi to Arthur. shall have that office but he while that he and
"S:r, I will tell you. When I came home for I live."
my b "other's sword, I found nobody at home There withal they went unto the archbish-
for tc deliver me his sword, and so I thought op,and told him how the sword was achieved,
my b -other Sir Kay should not be s wordless, and by whom. And upon the twelfth day all
and s 3 I came thither eagerly and pulled it out the barons came thither for to assay to take
of the stone without any pain." the sword. But there afore them all, there
"Found ye any knights about this sword?" might none take it out but only Arthur;
said Sir Ector. wherefore there were many great lords wroth,
"Nay," said Arthur. and said, "It was great shame unto them all
"N )w," said Sir Ector to Arthur, "I under- and the realm to be governed by a boy of no
stand that you must be king of this land." high blood born." And so they fell out at that
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time, that it was put off till Candlemas, and the north from Trent forwards, for it was that
then all the barons should meet there again. time for the most part enemy to the king.
But always the ten knights were ordained for Then on a day there came into the court a
to watch the sword both day and night; and so squire on horseback, leading a knight before
they set a pavilion over the stone and the him wounded to the death, and told him there
sword, and five always watched. And at Can- was a knight in the forest that had reared up a
dlemas many more great lords came thither pavilion by a well (spring) side, "and hath
for to have won the sword, but none of them slain a good knight, and his name
my master,
might prevail. And right as Arthur did at was Miles; wherefore I beseech you that my
Christmas he did at Candlemas, and pulled master may be buried, and that some good
out the sword easily, whereof the barons were knight may revenge my master's death."
sore aggrieved, and put it in delay till the high Then was in the court great noise of the
feast of Easter. And as Arthur sped afore, so knight's death, and every man said his ad-
did he at Easter; and yet there were some of vice. Then came Griflet, that was but a
the great lords had indignation that Arthur squire, and he was but young, of the age of
should be their king, and put it off in delay till King Arthur, so he besought the king, for all
the feast of Pentecost. his service that he had done, to give him the
And at the feast of Pentecost all manner of order of knighthood.
men assayed to pull at the sword that would "Thou art full young and tender of age,"
assay, and none might prevail; but Arthur said King Arthur, "for to take so high an order
pulled it out afore all the lords and commons upon thee."
that were there, wherefore all the commons "Sir," said Griflet, "I beseech you to make
cried at once: "We will have Arthur unto our me a knight."
king; we will put him no more in delay; for we "Sir," said Merlin, "it were pity to leese
all see that it is God's will that he shall be our (lose) Griflet, for he will be a passing good
king, and who that holdeth against it we will man when he cometh to age, abiding with you
slay him." And therewithal they kneeled the term of his life; and if he adventure his
down all at once, both rich and poor, and cried body with yonder knight at the fountain, he
Arthur mercy, because they had delayed him shall be in great peril if ever he come again,
so long. And Arthur forgave it them, and took for he is one of the best knights of the world,
the sword between both his hands, and of- and the strongest man of arms."
fered it upon the altar where the archbishop "Well," said King Arthur. So, at the desire
was, and so was he made knight of the best of Griflet, the king made him knight.
man that was there. And
so anon was the "Now," said King Arthur to Sir Griflet,
coronation made, and there was he sworn to "sithen (since) that I have made thee knight,
the lords and commons for to be a true king, thou must grant me a gift."
to stand with true justice from henceforth all "What ye will, my lord," said Sir Griflet.
the days of this life. Also then he made all "Thou shalt promise me, by the faith of thy
lords that held of the crown to come in, and to body, that when thou has jousted with the
do service as they ought to do. And many knight at the fountain, whether it fall (hap-
complaints were made unto King Arthur of pen) that ye be on foot or on horseback, that in
great wrongs that were done since the death the same manner ye shall come again unto
of King Uther, of many lands that were be- me without any question or making any more
reaved of lords, knights, ladies and gentle- debate."
men. Wherefore King Arthur made the lands "I will promise you," said Griflet, "as ye
to be given again unto them that owned them. desire." Then Sir Griflet took his horse in
When this was done that the king had stab- great haste, and dressed his shield, and took a
lished all the countries about London, then he great spear in his hand, and so he rode a great
let make Sir Kay seneschal of England; and gallop till he came to the fountain, and there-
Sir Baudwin of Britain was made constable; by he saw a rich pavilion, and thereby under a
and Sir Ulfius was made chamberlain; and cloth stood a fair horse well saddled and
Sir Brastias was made warden to wait upon bridled, and on a tree a shield of divers colors,
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and a great spear. Then Sir Griflet smote upon save myself if I would, and thou art more
the shield with the end of his spear, that the near thy death than I am, for thou go-
shield fell down to the ground. st towards thy death, and God be not thy
With that came the knight out of the pavil- friend."
ion, and said, "Fair knight, why smote ye So, as they went thus talking, they came to
down my shield?" the fountain, and the rich pavilion by it. Then
"For I will joust with you," said Sir Griflet. King Arthur was aware where a knight sat all
were better ye did not," said the knight,
"It armed in a chair. "Sir Knight," said King
"for ye are but young and late made knight, Arthur, "for what cause abidest thou here?
and your might is nothing to mine." That there may no knight ride this way but if
"As for that," said Sir Griflet, "I will joust he do joust with thee?" said the king. "I rede
with you." (advise) thee leave that custom," said King
"That is me loth," said the knight, "but sith Arthur.
(since) I must needs, I will dress me thereto; "This custom," said the knight, "have I
but of whence be ye?" said the knight. used and will use, maugre (in spite of) who
"Sir, I am of King Arthur's court." So they saith nay; and who is grieved with my cus-
ran together that Sir Griflet's spear all to- tom, lethim amend it that will."
shivered (shivered all to pieces) and there- "I will amend it," said King Arthur.
withal he smote Sir Griflet through the shield "And I shall defend it," said the knight.
and the left side, and brake the spear, that the Anon he took his horse, and dressed his
truncheon stuck in his body, that horse and shield, and took a spear, and they met so hard
knight fell down. either on other's shield,that they all to-
When the knight saw him lie so on the shivered (shivered pieces) their spears.
all to
ground he alighted, and was passing heavy, Therewith King Arthur drew his sword. "Nay,
for he wend (weened) he had slain him, and not so," said the knight, "it is fairer that we
then he unlaced his helm and got him wind, twain run more together with sharp spears."
and so with the truncheon he set him on his "I will well," said King Arthur, "an (if) I
horse, and betook him to God, and said he had had any (more) spears."
a mighty heart, and if he might live he would "I have spears enough," said the knight. So
prove a passing good knight. And so Sir Grif- there came a squire, and brought two good
let rode to the court, whereas great moan was spears, and King Arthur took one and he the
made for him. But through good leeches (sur- other. So they spurred their horses, and came
geons) he was healed and his life saved. together with all their mights, that either
And King Arthur was passing wroth for the brake their spears to their hands. Then Ar-
hurt of Sir Griflet. And by and by he com- thur set hand on his sword. "Nay," said the
manded a man of his chamber that his best knight, "ye shall do better; ye are a passing
horse and armor "be without the city or (be- good jouster as ever I met withal, and for the
fore) tomorrow day." Right so in the morning love of the high order of knighthood let us
he met with his man and his horse, and so joust once again."
mounted up and dressed his shield, and took "I assent me," said King Arthur. Anon
his spear, and bade his chamberlain tarry there were brought two great spears, and
there till he came again. And so King Arthur every knight gat a spear, and therewith they
rode but a soft pace till it was day, and then ran together that Arthur's spear all to-
was tie ware of three churls which chased shivered. But the other knight hit him so hard
Merlin, and would have slain him. Then King in midst of the shield that horse and man fell
Arthi ir rode unto them a good pace, and cried to the earth, and therewith Arthur was eager,
to tl em: "Flee, churls." Then were they and pulled out his sword, and said, "I will
afraM when they saw a knight, and fled assay thee, Sir Knight, on foot, for I have lost
away "O Merlin," said King Arthur, "here
. the honor on horseback."
hadsi thou been slain for thy craft, had I not "I will be on horseback," said the knight.
been " Then was Arthur wroth, and dressed his
"N ay," said Merlin, "not so, for I could shield towards him with his sword drawn.
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When the knight saw that, he alight, for him "Care ye not," said Merlin, "for he is
thought no worship to have a knight at such wholer than ye, for he is but on sleep, and will
avail, he to be on horseback, and he on foot, awake within three hours. I told you," said
and so he alight and dressed his shield unto Merlin, "what a knight he was; here had ye
Arthur. And there began a strong battle with been slain had I not been. Also, there liveth
many great strokes, and so hewed with their not a better knight than he is, and he shall do
swords that the cantels (pieces, of armor or of you hereafter right good service, and his
flesh) flew in the fields,and much blood they name is Pellinore, and he shall have two sons,
bled both, that all the place there as they that shall be passing good men."
fought was over-bled with blood, and thus Right so the king and he departed, and
they fought long, and rested them, and then went unto an hermit that was a good man and
they went to the battle again, and so hurtled a great leech. So the hermit searched all his
together like two rams that either fell to the wounds and gave him good salves; and the
earth. So at the last they smote together, that king was there three days, and then were his
both their swords met even together. But the wounds well amended that he might ride and
sword of the knight smote King Arthur's go. So Merlin and he departed, and as they
sword in two pieces, wherefore he was heavy. rode, Arthur said, "I have no sword."
Then said the knight unto Arthur, "Thou art "No force," said Merlin, "hereby is a sword
in my danger whether me list to save thee or that shall be yours, an (if) I may." So they
slay thee, and but thou yield thee as overcome rode till they came to a lake, which was a fair
and recreant thou shalt die." water and a broad, and in the middest of the
"As for death," said King Arthur, "wel- lake King Arthur was ware of an arm clothed
come be it when it cometh, but as to yield me in white samite, that held a fair sword in the
to thee as recreant, I had liever die than to be hand. "Lo," said Merlin, "yonder is that
so shamed." And therewithal the king leapt sword that I spake of." With that they saw a
unto Pellinore, and took him by the middle, damsel going upon the lake.
and threw him down, and raced off his helm. "What damsel is that?" said Arthur.
When the knight felt that, he was adread, for "That is the Lady of the Lake," said Merlin;
he was a passing big man of might, and anon "and this damsel will come to you anon, and
he brought King Arthur under him, and raced then speak ye fair to her that she will give you
off his helm, and would have smitten off his that sword." Anon withal came the damsel
head. unto Arthur and saluted him, and he her
Therewithal came Merlin, and said: again.
"Knight, hold thy hand, for an (if) thou slay "Damsel," said Arthur, "what sword is
that knight, thou puttest this realm in the that, thatyonder the arm holdeth above the
greatest damage that ever realm was in, for water? I would it were mine, for I have no
this knight is a man of more worship than sword."
thou wottest of." "Sir king," said the damsel, "that sword is
"Why, who is he?" said the knight. mine, and if ye will give me a gift when I ask
rode forth upon the knight's horse. "Alas," my gift when I see my time."
said King Arthur, "what hast thou done, Mer- So King Arthur and Merlin alighted and
lin? hast thou slain this good knight by thy two trees, and so they went
tied their horses to
crafts? There lived not so worshipful a knight into the ship, and when they came to the
as he was; I had liever than the stint (loss) of sword that the hand held, King Arthur took it
my land a year, that he were on live." up by the handles, and took it with him. And
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knight of yours, that hight (was named) Egg- Robin Hood and Little John
lame, and they have fought together, but at
the last Egglame fled, and else he had been The popularity of Robin Hood, even in this day of
dead, and he hath chased him to Caerleon, science fiction and space exploration, is due no
and we shall anon meet with him in the high doubt to the fact that here is a hero who upholds
way." the ideals of fair play, champions the cause of the
"It is well said," quoth King Arthur, "now poor and weak against the tyranny of the wealthy
have I a sword, and now will I wage battle and the mighty, and leads a life in the greenwood
with him and be avenged on him." that appeals to the enduring belief that the pasto-
is the ideal one. Above all,
"Sir, ye shall not do so," said Merlin, "for ral way of existence
the knight is weary of fighting and chasing, Robin Hood is a man of action.
so that ye shall have no worship to have ado He is a folk hero; his feats and adventures have
with him; also he will not lightly be matched their origins in thepopular ballads of the com-
of one knight living; and therefore my coun- mon people. Whether he ever existed is debata-
sel is that ye let him pass, for he shall do you ble, but exist he does as an ideal of medieval
good service in short time, and his sons after England, a free man in a ruthless world, with a
his days. Also ye shall see that day in short generous sense of humor and a passion for
space, that ye shall be right glad to give him justice. The earliest appearance of his name in
(if) he had seen you he had not lightly depart- Up rose Robin Hood one merry morn when all
ed." the birds were singing blithely among the
So ;hey came unto Caerleon, whereof the leaves, and up rose all his merry men, each
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fellow washing his head and hands in the I could send this shaft clean through thy
cold brown brook that leaped laughing from proud heart before a curtal friar could say
stone to stone. Then said Robin: "For four- grace over a roast goose at Michaelmastide."
teen days have we seen no sport, so now I will "And thou pratest like a coward," an-
go abroad to seek adventures forthwith. But swered the stranger, "for thou standest there
tarry ye, my merry men all, here in the green- with a good yew bow to shoot at my heart,
wood; only see that ye mind well my call. while I have nought in my hand but a plain
Three blasts upon the bugle horn I will blow blackthorn staff wherewith to meet thee."
in my hour of need; then come quickly, for I "Now," quoth Robin, "by the faith of my
shall want your aid." heart, never have I had a coward's name in
So saying, he strode away through the leafy all my life before. I will lay by my trusty bow
forest glades until he had come to the verge of and eke my arrows, and if thou darest abide
Sherwood. There he wandered for a long my coming, I will go and cut a cudgel to test
time, through highway and byway, through thy manhood withal."
dingly dell and forest skirts. Now he met a "Ay, marry, that will I abide thy coming,
fair buxom lass in a shady lane, and each and joyously, too," quoth the stranger; where-
gave the other a merry word and passed their upon he leaned sturdily upon his staff to
way; now he saw a fair lady upon an ambling await Robin.
pad, to whom he doffed his cap, and who Then Robin Hood stepped quickly to the
bowed sedately in return to the fair youth; coverside and cut a good staff of round oak,
now he saw a fat monk on a pannier-laden straight, without flaw, and six feet in length,
ass; nowa gallant knight, with spear and and came back trimming away the tender
shield and armor that flashed brightly in the stems from it, while the stranger waited for
sunlight; now a page clad in crimson; and him, leaning upon his staff, and whistling as
now a stout burgher from good Nottingham he gazed roundabout. Robin observed him
Town, pacing along with serious footsteps; all furtively as he trimmed his staff, measuring
these sights he saw, but adventure found he him from top to toe from out the corner of his
none. At last he took a road by the forest eye, and thought that he had never seen a
skirts; a bypath that dipped toward a broad, lustier or a stouter man. Tall was Robin, but
pebbly stream spanned by a narrow bridge taller was the stranger by a head and a neck,
made of a log of wood. As he drew nigh this for he was seven feet in height. Broad was
bridge, he saw a tall stranger coming from Robin across the shoulders, but broader was
the other side. Thereupon Robin quickened the stranger by twice the breadth of a palm,
his pace, as did the stranger likewise; each while he measured at least an ell around the
thinking to cross first. waist.
"Now stand thou back," quoth Robin, "and "Nevertheless," said Robin to himself, "I
let the better man cross first." will baste thy hide right merrily, my good
"Nay," answered the stranger, "then stand fellow"; then, aloud, "Lo, here is my good
back thine own self, for the better man, I wot, staff, lusty and tough. Now wait my coming,
am I." an thou darest, and meet me, an thou fearest
"That will we presently see," quoth Robin; not; then we will fight until one or the other of
"and meanwhile stand thou where thou art, us tumble into the stream by dint of blows."
or else, by the bright brow of Saint vElfrida, I "Marry, that meeteth my whole heart!"
will show thee right good Nottingham play cried the stranger, twirling his staff above his
with a clothyard shaft betwixt thy ribs." head, betwixt his fingers and thumb, until it
"Now," quoth the stranger, "I will tan thy whistled again.
hide till it be as many colors as a beggar's Never did the Knights of Arthur's Round
cloak, if thou darest so much as touch a string Table meet a stouter fight than did these two.
of that same bow that thou boldest in thy In a moment Robin stepped quickly upon the
hands." bridge where the stranger stood; first he made
"Thou pratest like an ass," said Robin, "for a feint, and then delivered a blow at the
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stranger's head that, had it met its mark, "takest thy cudgeling like a brave heart and a
would have tumbled him speedily into the stout yeoman."
water; but the stranger turned the blow right But now the distant twigs and branches
deftly, and in return gave one as stout, which rustled with the coming of men, and suddenly
Robin also turned as the stranger had done. a score or two of good stout yeomen, all clad
So they stood, each in his place, neither mov- in Lincoln green, burst from out the covert,
ing a finger's breadth back, for one good hour, with merry Will Stutely at their head.
and many blows were given and received by "Good master," cried Will, "how is this?
each in that time, till here and there were sore Truly thou art all wet from head to foot, and
bones and bumps, yet neither thought of cry- that to the very skin."
ing "Enough!" or seemed likely to fall from "Why, marry," answered jolly Robin, "yon
off the bridge. Now and then they stopped stout fellow hath tumbled me neck and crop
to rest, and each thought that he never had into the water, and hath given me a drubbing
seen in all his life before such a hand at beside."
quarterstaff. At last Robin gave the strang- "Then shall he not go without a ducking
er a blow upon the ribs that made his jacket and eke a drubbing himself!" cried Will
smoke like a damp straw thatch in the sun. Stutely. "Have at him, lads!"
So shrewd was the stroke that the stranger Then Will and a score of yeomen leaped
came within a hair's breadth of falling off upon the stranger, but though they sprang
the bridge; but he regained himself right quickly they found him ready and felt him
quickly, and, by a dexterous blow, gave strike right and left with his stout staff, so
Robin a crack on the crown that caused that, though he went down with press of
the blood to flow. Then Robin grew mad numbers, some of them rubbed cracked
with anger, and smote with all his might at crowns before he was overcome.
the other; but the stranger warded the "Nay, forbear!" cried Robin, laughing until
blow, and once again thwacked Robin, and his sore sides ached again; "he is a right good
this time so fairly that he fell heels over head man and true, and no harm shall befall him.
into the water, as the queen pin falls in a Now hark ye, good youth, wilt thou stay with
game of bowls. me and be one of my band? Three suits of
"And where art thou now, good lad?" Lincoln green shalt thou have each year,
shouted the stranger, roaring with laughter. beside forty marks in fee, and share with us
"Oh, in the flood and floating adown with whatsoever good shall befall us. Thou shalt
the tide," cried Robin; nor could he forbear eat sweet venison and quaff the stoutest ale,
laughing himself at his sorry plight. Then, and mine own good right-hand man shalt
gaining his feet, he waded to the bank, the thou be, for never did I see such a cudgel-
littlefish speeding hither and thither, all player in all life before. Speak! wilt thou
my
frightened at his splashing. be one of my good merry men?"
"Give my thy hand," cried he, when he had "That know I not," quoth the stranger,
reached the bank. "I must needs own thou art surlily, for he was angry at being so tumbled
a brave and a sturdy soul, and, withal, a good about. "If ye handle yew bow and apple shaft
stout stroke with the cudgels. By this and by no better than ye do oaken cudgel, I wot ye are
that, my head hummeth like to a hive of bees not fit to be called yeomen in my country; but
on a lot June day." if there by any men here that can shoot a
Thjn he clapped his horn to his lips, and better shaft than I, then will I bethink me of
winded a blast that went echoing sweetly joining with you."
down the forest paths. "Ay, marry," quoth he "Now, by my faith," said Robin, "thou art a
again, "thou are a tall lad, and eke a brave right saucy varlet, sirrah; yet I will stoop to
one, ;or ne'er, I trow, is there a man betwixt thee as I never stooped to man before. Good
here ind Canterbury Town could do the like Stutely, cut thou a fair white piece of bark
to me that thou hast done." four fingers in breadth, and set it fourscore
"A id thou," quoth the stranger, laughing, yards distant on yonder oak. Now, stranger,
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hit that fairly with a gray goose shaft and call tle thine anger, for the name fitteth thee well.
thyself an archer." Little John shalt thou be called henceforth,
"Ay, marry, that will I," answered he. and Little John shall it be. So come, my merry
"Give me a good stout bow and a fair broad men, and we will go and prepare a christen-
arrow, and if I hit it not, strip me and beat me ing feast for this fair infant."
blue with bow-strings." So turning their backs upon the stream,
Then he chose the stoutest bow amongst they plunged into the forest once more,
them all, next to Robin's own, and a straight through which they traced their steps till they
gray goose shaft, well-feathered and smooth, reached the spot where they dwelt in the
and stepping to the mark while all the depths of the woodland. There had they built
band, sitting or lying upon the greensward, huts of bark and branches of trees, and made
watched to see him shoot he drew the arrow couches of sweet rushes spread over with
to his cheek and loosed the shaft right deftly, skins of fallow deer. Here stood a great oak
sending it so straight down the path that it tree with branches spreading broadly around,
clove the mark in the very center. "Aha!" beneath which was a seat of green moss
cried he, "mend thou that if thou canst"; where Robin Hood was wont to sit at feast
while even the yeomen clapped their hands at and at merry-making with his stout men
so fair a shot. about him. Here they found the rest of the
"That is a keen shot, indeed," quoth Robin; band, some of whom had come in with a
"mend it I cannot, but mar it I may, perhaps." brace of fat does. Then they all built great
Then taking up his own good stout bow and fires and after a time roasted the does and
notching an arrow with care, he shot with his broached a barrel of humming ale. Then
very greatest skill. Straight flew the arrow, when the feast was ready, ^hey all sat down,
and so true that it lit fairly upon the stranger's but Robin Hood placed Littie John at his right
shaft and split it into splinters. Then all the hand, for he was henceforth to be the second
yeomen leaped to their feet and shouted for in the band.
joy that their master had shot so well. Then, when the feast was done, Will
"Now, by the lusty yew bow of good Saint Stutely spoke up. "It is now time, I ween, to
Withold," cried the stranger, "that is a shot christen our bonny babe, is it not so, merry
indeed, and never saw I the like in all my life boys?" And "Aye! Aye!" cried all, laughing till
before! Now truly will I be thy man hence- the woods echoed with their mirth.
forth and for aye. Good Adam Bell was a fair "Then seven sponsors shall we have,"
shot, but never shot he so!" quoth Will Stutely; and hunting among all the
"Then have I gained a right good man this band he chose the seven stoutest men of them
day," quoth jolly Robin. "What name goest all.
"Now Little John," quoth the mock priest, the good brown ale stream over Little John's
"thou hast not lived heretofore, but only got beard and trickle from his nose and chin,
thee along through the world, but henceforth while his eyes blinked with the smart of it. At
thou wilt live indeed. When thou livedst not, first he was of a mind to be angry, but he
thou wast called John Little, but now that found he could not because the others were so
thou dost live indeed, Little John shalt thou merry; so he, too, laughed with the rest. Then
be called, so christen I thee." And at these Robin took this sweet, pretty babe, clothed
last words he emptied the pot of ale upon him all anew from top to toe in Lincoln green,
Little John's head. and gave him a good stout bow, and so made
Then all shouted with laughter as they saw him a member of the merry band.
Ireland
The Wonder Smith and His Son He was wringing his hands and making lam-
entation.
The tales of the Gubbaun Saor are stories out of
"Ochone! Ochone!" he said, "my share of
an early mythology of Ireland, scattered accounts
sorrow and the world's misfortune! Why was I
of a god, the Gubbaun Saor, who was the Won-
given any cleverness at all, with nothing but
der Smith, the world maker, the creator. His son
a daughter to leave it to? Ochone!"
was known as Lugh of the Long Hand, the god of At that he heard a lamentation coming
the sun. Now the Gubbaun had no son of his
down the road. It was a woman raising an
own. He had only a daughter, Aunya. He thought
a daughter a poor creature to whom to teach all
ullagone, clapping her hands like one dis-
tracted. She stopped when she came to the
the cleverness of his craft. One day, as he sat
Gubbaun.
bemoaning his fate, didn't a woman come along "What has happened
who was sad in a like cause. She had only a son,
to you, Jewel of the
and she was willing to give her life for a daughter. World," said she, "to be making lamenta-
tions?"
They exchanged children. It was a bargain the
Gubbaun was to rue, for his son was no smith. He "Why wouldn't I make lamentations," said
the Gubbaun, "when I have no one but a
was a poet, a singer of songs, and he would do
daughter to leave my cleverness to? Tis a
nothing but play on his reed pipe and sit in the hard thing to have all the trades in the world,
sun. How the Gubbaun regainedhis daughter
and no one but a daughter to learn them!"
and in the end had both son and daughter
"The topmost berry is always sweet," said
together is told in part here.
the woman, "and the red apple that is beyond
Ella stories from the
Young gathered these us draws our hearts. You are crying salt tears
storytellers inremote regions of Ireland. It was
for a son, and I would give the world for a
she who discovered them. They are among the
most witty, most beautiful, and most humane daughter."
"O, what good is a daughter!" said the
cluster of traditional stories. The Celtic love of
Gubbaun. "What good's a girl to a man that
naturt the exuberant love of language, and the
;
has robbed the crows of their cleverness and
mirth and wit; the exceptional role of woman in a
taught tricks to the foxes?"
primitve culture: These are shown forth in tell-
haracteristic of the Celtic turn of mind. "Maybe you'd be worse off," said the wom-
ings (
"Tis you," said the Gubbaun, "that don't When the first girl came, the Gubbaun
know how to manage a son. He'd be a lamb of showed her a room heaped up with gold and
gentleness if I had him." treasure and the riches of the world.
"O then take him," said the woman, "and "That is what the woman will get that
give me your daughter. I'll be well content marries my son," said he.
with the bargain!" "There would be good spending in that
It was agreed between them, then and pile!" said the girl. "You could be taking the
there. The Gubbaun took the son and the full of your two hands out of it from morning
woman got the daughter. She went away till night every day in the year."
after that and left no tidings of herself: she "'Tis not you will be taking the full of your
thought it likely the Gubbaun would rue the two hands out of it," said the Gubbaun. "My
bargain. son will get a wiser woman."
The Gubbaun started to teach the son. He The second girl came. The Gubbaun
had systems and precepts and infallible showed her the heap of treasure.
methods of teaching, but the boy would not "I'll put seven bolts and seven bars on it,"
learn. He would do nothing but sit in the she said, "and in a hundred years it will not
sunshine and play little tunes on a flute he grow less!"
had made. He grew up like that. "'Tis not you will put the bolts and bars on
"Clever as I am," said the Gubbaun, "the it," said the Gubbaun. "My son will get a
woman that got my daughter got the better of wiser woman."
me. If I had Aunya back again, 'tis I that The third girl came. The Gubbaun showed
would be praising the world. My share of grief her the heap of treasure.
and misfortune! Why did I give the red apple "Big as it is," said she,"it will be lonesome
for the unripe crab?" not added to!"
if it is
He beat his hands together and lamented: "I wonder," said the Gubbaun, "if you have
but the son in a pool of sunshine played a the wit to add to it."
faery reel, and two blackbirds danced to it. "Try me," said the girl.
"I will," said the Gubbaun. "Bargain with
me for a sheepskin."
How the Gubbaun Tried His Hand at
you have the wit to sell," said she, "I
"If
Match-Making have the wit to buy. Show me the skin and
One day the Gubbaun roused himself: name your price."
"What my son needs," said he, "is a clever He showed the skin; he named his price. It
woman for a wife, and 'tis I that will choose was a small price. She made it smaller. The
one." Gubbaun gave in to her.
He gave out the news to the countryside, "You have a bargain in it," said the Gub-
and many a woman came bragging of the baun; "the money-handsel to me."
daughter she had. "You'll get that," said she, "when I have
"The eye that looks on its own sees little the skin."
blemish," said the Gubbaun. "I'll take no "That's not my way at all," said the Gub-
cleverness on hearsay: before I make a match baun, "I must have the skin and the price of
for my son, I must talk to the girl he is to it."
get." "May Death never trip you till you get it!"
would take a year to tell of the girls that
It "I will get it from a woman that will come
came, with their mothers to put a luck-word well out of the deal and know her advan-
on them, and the girls that went, disheart- tage!"
ened from the Gubbaun Saor. He out-baffled "May your luck blossom," said the girl,
them with questions. He tripped and bewil- "'tisransacking the faery hills you'll be: or
dered them with his cleverness. There was bargaining with the Hag of the Ford."
not a girl in the countryside wise enough to "Health and Prosperity to yourself!" said
please him. Three girls, with a great reputa- the Gubbaun.
tion, came from a distance. She went out from him at that, but the
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Gubbaun sat with his mind turned inward, the solitary places and the marts of the world.
considering, considering and considering. He shook the dust of many a town from his
feet, but the sheepskin remained on his
shoulder. A cause of merriment that skin
How the Son of the Gubbaun Met
was; a target for shafts of wit; a shaming of
with Good Luck
face to the man that carried it. It found its
"It would be well for you to be raising a hand way into proverbs and wonder tales, but it
on your own behalf, now," said the Gubbaun never found the bargain-clinch of a buyer.
Saor to his Son, "you can draw the birds from If it hadn't been for the Hound, and the
the bushes with one note of your flute: maybe reed-flute, and the share of songs that he had,
you can draw luck with a woman. If you have the Son of the Gubbaun Saor would have been
the luck to get the daughter I gave in ex- worn to a skin of misery like a dried-up crab-
change for yourself, our good days will be- apple !
baun, "that you are setting out to travel the words with her.
world? How will you know what girl has the "May every day bring luck and blessing to
fire of wisdomher mind? What sign, what
in you," he cried.
token will you ask of her?" "The wish to yourself," said she, "and
like
"'Tis you that have wisdom: give me an may your load be light."
advice," said the Son. "A good wish," said he, "I have far to carry
"Take the sheepskin," said the Gubbaun, my load."
"and set yourself to find a buyer for it. The girl "How far?" asked the girl.
that will give you the skin and the price of it is "To the world's end, I think."
the girl that will bring good luck across this "Are you under enchantment?" said she.
threshold. The day and the hour that you find "Did a Hag of the Storm put a spell on you; or
her, send home the Hound that I may know of a Faery-Woman take you in her net?"
"
her and set out the riches of this house." 'Tis the net of my father'swisdom that I
"Tree of Wisdom," said the Son, "bear fruit am caught in," said he. "I must carry this
and blossom on your branches. The road- sheepskin, my grief! till a woman gives me
blessing now to me." the price of it: and the skin itself, in the clinch
"My blessing on the road that is smooth,' of a good buyer's bargain."
said the Gubbaun, "and on the rough road "You need go no farther for that," said the
through the quagmire. A blessing on night girl. "Name your price for the skin."
with the stars; and night when the stars are He named his price. She took the skin. She
quenohed. A blessing on the clear sky of day; plucked the wool from it. She gave him the
and day that is choked with the thunder. May skin and the price together.
my b essing run before you. May my blessing "Luck on your hand," said he, "is the bar-
guarc you on the right hand and on the left. gain a good one?"
May ny blessing follow you as your shadow "It is," said she, "I have fine pure wool for
folkn s. Take my road-blessing," said the
r
the price of a skin. May the price be a luck-
Gubb lun. penny!"
"The shelter of the Hazel Boughs to you, "You are the Woman my father brags of,"
Salm m
of Wisdom," said the Son. cried the Son. "My Choice, My Share of the
He set out then with the Hound to travel World you are, if you will come with me."
672 THE ORAL TRADITION
"I will come," said the girl. en; and odorous red pine. He wondered if it
The Son of the Gubbaun Saor called to the was for Aunya or for a stranger.
Hound. The Gubbaun piled up a fire of welcome.
"Swift One," he said, "our fortunes have Beneath it he put nine sacred stones taken
blossomed. Set out now, and don't let the from the cavern of the Dragon of the Winds.
wind that is behind you catch you up, or the He laid hazelwood on the pile for wisdom;
wind that is in front of you out-race you, till and oak for enduring prosperity; and black-
you lie down by the Gubbaun Saor's thresh- thorn boughs to win favour of the stars.
old." Quicken wood he had; and ancient yew; and
The Hound stretched himself in his run- silver-branched holly. Ash, he had, too, on the
ning. He was like a salmon that silvers in pile; and thorn; and wood of the apple-tree.
mid-leap; like the wind through a forest of These things of worth he had on the pile. With
sedges; like the sun-track on dark waters: and incantations and ceremonies he built it, and
he was like that in his running till he lay with rites such as Druids use in the hill-fires
down by the Gubbaun Saor's threshold. that welcome the Spring and the coming of
the Gods of Dana.
The Gubbaun set out the riches of his
How the Gubbaun Saor Welcomed Home His
house; the beaten metals; the wild-beast
Daughter
skins; the broidered work. "If it is Aunya,"
Many a time the Gubbaun looked forth to see thought he, "and her mind matches my own,
was theHound coming. He was tired of look- she will care more for wide skiey spaces than
ing forth. He flung himself on the bench he for any roof-tree shaped by a tool." He
had carved, by the hearth-stone. thought of a wide stone-scattered plain; of
"I wish I never had a son!" he said. "I wish great wings in the night and his eyes
I were a young boy, wandering idly, or lying in changed colour. The Gubbaun had every col-
a wood of larches with the wind stirring the our in his eyes: they were gray at times like
tops of them. There is joy in the slanting stoop the twilight; green like the winter dawn;
of the sea-hawk, but a man builds weariness amber like bog-water in sunlight.
for himself!" The Gubbaun considered the riches of his
He went to the door and looked forth. house. He looked at the walls he had built; the
The Wood of the Ridge stood blackly secret contrivances, the strange cunning en-
against the dawn. There was a great stillness. gines he had fashioned. "I was bought," he
The earth seemed to listen. Suddenly the said to himself, "with a handful of tools! Yet
wood was full of singing voices. A brightness to make and break and remake that is
moved in it low down; brightness that grew, the strong-handed choice."
and grew; and neared; milk-white. The Outside, joyously, rose the baying of the
Hound! The Hound, Failinis, at last! Hound. They were coming! The Gubbaun set
He broke, glittering, from the wood, and fire a-leap in the piled-up wood and ran to
came with great leaps to the Gubbaun. The meet them.
Gubbaun put his two hands about the head of Flames licked out; flames that were azure;
the Hound. and orange; and sapphire; and blinding
"Treasure," he cried, "Swift-footed Jewel! white. They lifted themselves like crowned
Bringer of good tidings! It is time now to pile serpents. They hissed. They danced. They
up the fires of welcome. It is time now to set leaped into the air. They spread themselves.
my house in order. A hundred thousand wel- They blossomed. They found voice. They
comes!" sang.
The Hound lay down by the door-stone. "Have you looked on a fire hotter or strong-
The Gubbaun strewed green scented er than this?" asked the Gubbaun of the girl.
boughs on his threshold, plumes of the larch, She looked on the flame. She said: "The
branches of ash and quicken. Thorn in blos- Wind from the South has more warmth and
som he strewed; and marsh-mint; and frock- more strength than all the ceremonial fires in
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Erin." And as she said it, her eyes that were On running water;
blue like hyacinths in Spring turned gray like On growing grass.
lake- water in shadow. Let the tusked boar avenge it!
Aunya," thought the Gubbaun, "she
"It is Let the horned stag avenge it!
has the wisdom of the hills: I wonder has she Let the piast of the waters avenge it!
the wisdom
of the hearth." On the strong Sun I bind my oath."
took her by the hand, he showed her his
He "It is enough, my Treasure and my Jewel of
finest buildings; his engines; his secret con-
Wisdom!" said Aunya.
trivances. "What is your word on these?" he So Aunya, daughter of the Gubbaun Saor,
asked. came home.
"You need no word," said the girl, "and
well you know it! When the full tide is full, it
is full; to-day, and to-morrow no less. Tear
Cuchulain's Wooing
stone from stone of these walls in the hope to
surpass them you can do no more than raise Two major epics of the pre-Christian Celtic world
them again, fitting each block to its fellow. revolve about heroes of epic proportions,
Trust your own wit on your work, for it's a pity Cuchulain, the Hound of Ulster, and Finn, the
of him that trusts a woman!" central figure in a group of stories concerning the
"You are Aunya," cried the Gubbaun, "you fiana, a band of warriors. The Cuchulain cycle,
are Aunya, the treasure I lost in my youth. which numbers more than a hundred tales, is the
You were a dream in my mind when every earlier. The tales are placed, in time, as evolving
precious stone was my covering. A hundred from the life of 400 B.C. to the first century of the
thousand welcomes, Aunya! This house is Christian era. The earliest written documentation
yours, and all its riches yours! The hearth- of them is not earlier than the eleventh century.
flame yours! The roof -tree yours!" "Between the time of their invention for the
"The reddest sun-rise," said Aunya, "is the entertainment of the chiefs and kings of Ireland
soonest quenched. You will bid me go from to the time of their incorporation in the great
this house one day, without looking back- books which contain the bulk of the tales, they
wards to it. All I ask against that day is your were handed down by word of mouth, every bard
oath to let me carry my choice of three arm- and professional storyteller (of whom there was
loads of treasure out of this house." at least one in every great man's house) being
"There is no day in all the days of the year obliged to know by heart a great number of these
that you will get a hard word from me, Aunya, romances and prepared at any moment to recite
for now my Tree of Life is the holly: no wind those he might be called upon to give."-
of misfortune can blow the leaves from it." Eleanor Hull
"Bind your oath on my asking," said The earliest written source is known as The
Aunya. Book of the Dun Cow, named for the color of the
Then said the Gubbaun: piece of parchment on which it was written,
which was compiled in 1100 in the monastery of
"On the strong Sun I bind my oath, Clonmacnois on the Shannon. [From Eleanor
My Oc th to Aunya: Hull, Cuchulain, the Hound of Ulster (Crowe\\).]
If I deny three treasure-loads to her,
May the strong Sun avenge her. It was on a day of the days of summer that
On Moon Emer, daughter of Forgall the Wily, sat on a
the wise I bind my oath,
bench before her father's door, at his fort that
My Oi th to Aunya:
is called Lusk to-day, but which in olden days
If I n e my oath
Let e wise Moon men spoke of as the Gardens of the Sun-god
tf give judgment.
Lugh, so sunny and so fair and fertile was
On th 3 kind Earth I bind my oath, that plain, with waving meadow-grass and
My oi th to Aunya. buttercups, and the sweet may-blossom gir-
On th 3 stones of the field; dling the fields. Close all about the fort the
674 THE ORAL TRADITION
gardens lay, with apple-trees shedding their hero of her many fighting-fields, so is his wife
pink and white upon the playing fields of the noblest and the first of Erin's women, a
brilliant green; and all the air was noisy with worthy mate for him.'"
the buzz of bees, and with the happy piping of So when the princely messengers returned,
the thrush and soft low cooing of the doves. their search was vain; among the daughters
And Emer sat, a fair and noble maid, among of the chiefs and noble lords not one was
her young companions, foster-sisters of her found whom Cuchulain cared to woo. But one
own, who came from all the farms and forts who loved him told him of a night he spent in
around to grow up with the daughters of the Forgall's fort, and of the loveliness and noble
house, and learn from them high-bred and spirit of Forgall's second girl Emer, the maid-
gentle ways, to fashion rich embroideries en of the waving hair, but just grown up to
such as Irish women used to practise as an womanhood. He told him of her noble mien
art, and weaving, and fine needlework, and and stately step, the soft and
liquid bright-
all the ways of managing a house. And as ness of her eyes, the colour of her hair, that
they sat round Emer, a bright comely group of like to ruddy gold fresh from the burnishing,
busy girls, they sang in undertones the croon- was rolled round her head. Her graceful form
ing tender melodies of ancient Erin; or one he praised, her skilfulness in song and handi-
would tell a tale of early wars, and warrior work, her courage with her father, a harsh
feasts or happenings of the gods, and one and wily man, whom all within the house
would tell a tale of lover's joys or of the hated and feared but she. He told him also
sorrows of a blighted love, and they would that for any man to win the maiden for his
sigh and laugh and dream that they too loved, wife would be a troublesome and dangerous
were wooed, and lost their loves. thing, for out of all the world, her father
And Emer moved about among the girls, Forgall loved and prized but her, and he had
directing them; and of all maids in Erin, made it known that none beneath a king or
Emer was the best, for hers were the six gifts ruling prince should marry her, and any man
of womanhood, the gift of loveliness, the gift who dared to win her love, but such as these,
of song, the gift of sweet and pleasant speech, should meet a cruel death; and this he laid
the gift of handiwork, the gifts of wisdom and upon his sons and made them swear to him
of modesty. And in his distant home in Ulster, upon their swords, that any who should come
Cuchulain heard of her. For he was young to woo the girl should never leave the fort
and brave, and women loved him for his alive again.
nobleness, and all men wished that he should All that they said but made Cuchulain yet
take a wife. But for awhile he would not, for the more desire to see the maid and talk with
among the women whom he saw, not one of her. "This girl, so brave, so wise, so fair of
them came up to his desires. And when they face and form," he pondered with himself,
urged him, wilfully he said: "Well, find for me "would be a fitting mate for any chief. I think
a woman I could love, and I will marry her." she is the fitting mate for me."
Then sent the King his heralds out through So on the very day when Emer sat upon her
every part of Ulster and the south to seek a playing-fields, Cuchulain in the early morn
wife whom Cuchulain would care to woo. But set forth in all his festal garb in his chariot
still he said the same, "This one, and this, has with his prancing steeds, with Laeg before
some bad temper or some want of grace, or him as his charioteer, and took the shortest
she is vain or she is weak, not fitted as a mate route towards the plain of Bray, where lie the
to such as I. She must be brave, for she must Gardens of the Sun-god Lugh. The way they
suffer much; she must be gentle, lest I anger went from Emain lay between the Mountains
her; she must be fair and noble, not alone to of the Wood, and thence along the High-road
give me pleasure as her spouse, but that all of the Plain, where once the sea had passed;
men may think of her with pride, saying, 'As across the marsh that bore the name the
Cuchulain is the first of Ulster's braves, the Whisper of the Secret of the Gods. Then
EPICS AND ROMANCES 675
driving on towards the River Boyne they thought, and yet a radiance as of the sum-
passed the Ridge of the Great Sow, where mer's day enfolds him round. About his shoul-
not far off is seen the fairy haunt of Angus, ders a rich five-folded mantle hangs, caught
God of Beauty and of Youth; and so they by a brooch across the chest sparkling with
reached the ford of Washing of the Horses of precious gems, above his white and gold-
the Gods, and the fair, flowering plains of embroidered shirt. His massive sword rests
Lugh, called Lusk to-day. on his thigh, and yet I think he comes not here
Now all the girls were busied with their to fight. Before him stands his charioteer, the
work, when on the high-road leading to the reins held firmly in his hand, urging the
fort they heard a sound like thunder from the horses onward with a goad."
north, that made them pause and listen in "What like is he, the charioteer?" demand
surprise. the girls again.
Nearer and nearer yet it came as though at "A ruddy man and freckled," answered
furious pace a band of warriors bore down very curly and bright-red,
Fiall; "his hair is
towards the house. "Let one of you see from held by a bronze fillet across his brow, and
the ramparts of the fort," said Emer, "what is caught at either side his head in little cups of
the sound we hear coming towards us." Fiall, gold, to keep the locks from falling on his
her sister, Forgall's eldest girl, ran to the top face. A light cloak on his shoulders, made
of the rath or earthen mound that circled with open sleeves, flies back in the wind, as
round the playing-fields, and looked out to- rapidly they course along the plain." But
wards the north, shading her eyes against the Emer heard not what the maiden said, for to
brilliant sun. "What do you see there?" asked her mind there came the memory of a won-
they. all, and eagerly she cried: "I see a drous youth whom Ulster loved and yet of
splended chariot-chief coming at furious pace whom all Erin stood in awe. Great warriors
along the road. Two steeds, like day and spoke of him in whispers and with shaking of
night, of equal size and beauty, come thun- the head. They told how when he was a little
dering beneath that chariot on the plain. child, he fought with fullgrown warriors and
Curling their manes and long, and as they mastered them; of a huge hound that he had
come, one would think fire darted from their slain and many feats of courage he had done.
curbed jaws, so strain and bound they for- Into her mind there came a memory, that she
ward; high in the air the turf beneath their had heard of prophets who foretold for him a
feet is thrown around them, as though a flock strange and perilous career; a life of danger,
of birds were following as they go. On the and an early death. Full many a time she
right side the horse is grey, broad in the longed to see this youth, foredoomed to peril,
haunches, active, swift and wild; with head yet whose praise should ring from age to age
erect and breast expanded, madly he moves through Erin; and in her mind, when all alone
along the plain, bounding and prancing as he she pondered on these things, she still would
goes. The other horse jet-black, head firmly end: "This were a worthy mate! This were a
?
knit, eet broad-hoofed, firm, and slender; in man to win a woman's love!" And half aloud
all this land never had chariot-chief such she uttered the old words: "This were a man
steeds as these." to win a woman's love!"
"Hoed not the steeds," the girls replied, Now hardly had the words sprung to her
"tell us, for this concerns us most, who is the lips,when the chariot stood before the door,
chariot-chief who rides within?" close to the place where all the girls were
"W >rthy of the chariot in which he rides is gathered. And when she saw him Emer knew
he who sits within. Youthful he seems, as itwas the man of whom she dreamed. He
stand ng on the very borders of a noble man- wished a blessing to them, and her lovely face
hood, and yet I think his face and form are she lifted in reply. "May God make smooth
older than his years. Gravely he looks, as the path before thy feet," she gently said.
thoug i his mind revolved some serious "And thou, mayest thou be safe from every
676 THE ORAL TRADITION
harm," was his reply. "Whence comest strong warriors avoid my path, and come not
thou?" she asked; for he had alighted from against me in the battlefield. Hosts and multi-
his seat and stood beside her, gazing on her tudes and armed men fly before my name."
face. "From Conor's court we come," he an- "Thou seemest to boast," said Emer, "and
swered then; "from Emain, kingliest of Ul- truly for a tender boy those feats are very
ster's forts, and this the way we took. We good; but they rank not with the deeds of
drove between the Mountains of the Wood, chariot-chiefs. Who then were they who
along the High-road of the Plain, where once brought thee up in these deeds of which thou
the sea had been; across the Marsh they call boastest?"
the Secret of the Gods, and to the Boyne's ford "Truly, Omaiden, King Conor is himself
named of old the Washing of the Horses of the my and not as a churl or com-
foster-father,
Gods. And now at last, O maiden, we have mon man was I brought up by him. Among
come to the bright flowery Garden-grounds of chariot-chiefs and champions, among poets
Lugh. This is the story of myself, O maid; let and learned men, among the lords and nobles
me now hear of thee." Then Emer said: of Ulster, have I been reared, and they have
"Daughter am I to Forgall, whom men call taught me courage and skill and manly gifts.
the Wily Chief. Cunning his mind and strange In birth and bravery I am a match for any
his powers; for he is stronger than any labour- chariot-chief; I direct the counsels of Ulster,
ing man, more learned than any Druid, more and at my own fort at Dun Dalgan they come
sharp and clever than any man of verse. Men to me for entertainment. Not as one of the
say that thou art skilled in feats of war, but it common herd do I stand before thee here
will be more than all thy games to fight to-day, but as the favourite of the King and
against Forgall himself; therefore be cau- darling of all the warriors of Ulster. More-
tious what thou doest, for men cannot num- over, the god Lugh the Long-handed is my
ber the multitude of his warlike deeds nor the protector, for I am of the race of the great
cunning and craft with which he works. He gods, and his especial foster-child. And now,
has given me as a bodyguard twenty valiant O maiden, tell me of thyself; how in the
men, their captain Con, son of Forgall, and sunny plains of Lugh hast thou been reared
my brother; therefore I am well protected, within thy father's fort?" "That I will tell
and no man can come near me, but that thee," said the girl. "I was brought up in
Forgall knows of it. To-day he is gone from noble behaviour as every queen is reared; in
home on a warrior expedition, and those men stateliness of form, in wise, calm speech, in
are gone with him; else, had he been within, I comeliness of manner, so that to me is imput-
trow he would have asked thee of thy busi- ed every noble grace among the hosts of the
ness here." women of Erin."
"Why, O maiden, dost thou talk thus to me? "Good, indeed, are those virtues," said the
Dost thou not reckon me among the strong youth; "and yet I see one excellence thou hast
men, who know not fear?" "If thy deeds were not noted in thy speech. Never before, until
known to me," she said, "I then might reckon this day, among all women with whom I have
them; but hitherto I have not heard of all thy at times conversed, have I found one but thee
exploits." "Truly, I swear, O maiden," said to speak the mystic ancient language of the
Cuchulain, "that I will make my deeds to be bards, which we are talking now for secrecy
recounted among the glories of the warrior- one with the other. And all these things are
feats of heroes." "How do men reckon thee?" good, but one is best of all, and that is, that I
she said again. "What then is thy strength?" love thee, and I think thou lovest me. What
"This is my strength," he said. "When my hinders, then, that we should be betrothed?"
might in fight is weakest, I can defend myself But Emer would not hasten, but teasing him,
alone against twenty. I fear not by my own she said, "Perhaps thou hast already found a
might to fight with forty. Under my protection wife?" "Not so," said he, "and by my right-
a hundred are secure. From dread of me, hand's valour here I vow, none but thyself
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shall ever be my wife." "A pity it were, in- outer rampart of the fort and carried off
deed, thou shouldst not have a wife," said Emer, striking down men on every side. And
Emer, playing with him still; "see, here is Forgall followed them to the earthen out-
Fiall, my elder sister, a clever girl and excel- works, but he fell over the rath, and was
lent in needlework. Make her thy wife, for taken up lifeless. And Cuchulain placed
well is it known to thee, a younger sister in Emer and her foster-sister in his chariot,
Ireland may not marry before an elder. Take carrying with them their garments and orna-
her! I'll call her hither." Then Cuchulain was ments of gold and silver, and they drove
vexed because she seemed to play with him. northward to Cuchulain's fort at Dun Dalgan,
"Verily and indeed," he said, "not Fiall, but which is Dundalk to-day.
thee it is with whom I am in love; and if thou And they were pursued to the Boyne, and
weddest me not, never will I, Cuchulain, wed there Cuchulain placed Emer in a house of
at all." safety, and he turned and drove off his ene-
Then Emer saw that Cuchulain loved her, mies who followed him, pursuing them along
but she was not satisfied, because he had not the banks and destroying them, so that the
yet done the deeds of prime heroes, and she place, which had before been called the White
desired that he should prove himself by Field, was called the Turf of Blood from that
champion feats and deeds of valour before he day. Then he and Emer reached their home in
won her as his bride. safety, nor were they henceforth parted until
So she bade him go away and prove himself death.
for a year by deeds of prowess to be indeed a
worthy mate and spouse for her, and then, if
he would come again she would go with him
Niamh of the Golden Hair
as his one and only wife. But she bade him
beware of her father, for she knew that he The Finn cycle is three hundred years later than
would try to kill him, in order that he might the epic of Cuchulain. It has less
unity, is more
not come again. And this was true, for every romantic and less heroic, though the beauty of
way he sought to kill Cuchulain, or to have some of itsseparate stories is very great. Finn is
him killed by his enemies, but he did not perhaps closer to the people of Ireland, the
prevail. stories concerning him having elements of folk-
When Cuchulain had taken farewell of lore. [From Rosemary Sutcliff, The High Deeds of
Emer and gained her promise, he returned to Finn Mac Cool (Dutton, 1967).]
Emain Macha. And that night the maidens of
the fort told Forgall that Cuchulain had been One day Finn and Oisin and a small company
there and that they thought that he had come of the Fianna rode hunting among the lakes
to woo Emer; but of this they were not sure, of Killarney. There were new faces among
because he and Emer had talked together in Finn's hunting companions, and some of the
the poet's mystic tongue, that was not known old ones lacking. Goll Mac Morna, his faithful
to them. For Emer and Cuchulain talked on friend ever since that morning on the ram-
this v\ ise, that no one might repeat what they parts of Tara, when he had accepted the new
had s lid to Forgall. Fian Captain, had died the winter before, and
And whole year Cuchulain was away,
for a Finn missed the grim old one-eyed champion
and guarded the fort so well that he
T orgall so that even the joys of the hunt seemed a
could not come near Emer to speak with her; little dulled because Goll was not hunting
but a last, when the year was out, he would beside him.
wait 10 longer, and he wrote a message to But the early summer morning was as fair
Emer on a piece of stick, telling her to be as a morning of the Land of Youth, the dew
ready And he came in his war-chariot, with lying grey on the grass, save where the rising
scythes upon its wheels, and he brought a sun made rainbows in it; the thorn trees
band >f hardy men with him, who entered the curdled white with honey-scented blossom,
678 THE ORAL TRADITION
and the small birds singing to draw the heart year round, and sorrow and pain and age are
out of the breast. The deer fled from the unknown. You shall have a hundred silken
thickets and the hounds followed them in full robes each differently worked with gold, and
cry, their trail-music at last stirring even a hundred swift-pacing steeds, and a hundred
Finn's heart to gladness. slender keen-scenting hounds. You shall have
But they had not long been at their hunt- herds of cattle without number, and flocks of
ing, when they saw a horse and rider coming sheep with fleeces of gold; a coat of mail, you
towards them from the West, and as they shall have, that no weapon ever pierced and a
drew nearer, the waiting Fianna saw before sword that never missed its mark. A hundred
them a maiden mounted on a white steed. warriors shall follow you at your call, a hun-
She drew rein as she came up with them, and dred harpers delight you with sweet music.
the whole hunting party stood amazed. For And I will be your true and ever-loving wife, if
never before had any of them seen a sight so you will come with me to Tyr-na-nOg."
lovely. Her yellow hair was bound back by a Oisin drew near and took her hands, and
slender golden diadem from a forehead as stood looking up at her out of those strange
white as windflowers; her eyes were blue as dark eyes of his that he had from his mother.
the morning sky and clear as the dew spar- "Keep all these things you promise me, save
kling on the fern fronds. Her mantle was of only for the last. If you will be my true and
brown silk scattered with a skyful of golden loving wife, I will come with you, further
stars, and fell from her shoulders to brush the than to Tyr-na-nOg."
ground. Her white horse was shod with pure The Fianna looked to each other and back
yellow gold, his proud neck arching as a wave again to Oisin. They protested in anger and
in the instant before it breaks; and she sat grief, and Finn went forward and set his huge
him more gracefully than a white swan on warrior's hand on his son's shoulder and
the waters of Killarney. turned him so that he must look at him and
Finn broke the silence at last, bending his away from Niamh of the Golden Hair. "Oisin
head before her in all courtesy. "Beautiful my son, do not go! If you wish for a wife, are
Princess for surely it is a princess you there not women fair enough in Erin?"
are will you tell me your name and where "She is my choice, before all the women of
you come from?" all the Worlds," said Oisin.
And she answered in a voice as sweet as And Finn saw that the Fairy blood that was
the chiming of small crystal bells, "Finn Mac in him from his mother was stronger now
Cool, Captain of the Fianna of Erin, my coun- than the blood of mortal men, and that be-
try lies far off in the Western Sea. I am the cause of it, he would go where Niamh called.
daughter of the King of Tyr-na-nOg, and I am "Then go," he said, "for nothing that I can
called Niamh of the Golden Hair." say, nor the voice of your son, nor the music
"And what is it that brings you to the land of your hounds can hold you, that I know. And
of Erin, so far from your home?" oh, Oisin, my heart is heavy, for I shall never
"My love for your son, Oisin," said the see you again."
maiden. "So often and so often have I heard come back," said Oisin, "surely I
"I shall
of his grace and goodliness, his gentleness shall come back before long, and I shall come
and valour, that my heart learned to love him, back often." And he flung his arms about his
and for his sake I have refused all the chiefs father's shoulders and strained him close,
and princes who have come seeking me in then went from one to another of his friends,
marriage; and for his sake now, I have come taking his leave of them all. Only Dearmid
on this far journey from Tyr-na-nOg." O'Dyna was not there for his leave-taking.
Then turning to where Oisin stood close by, Lastly he bade farewell to Osca his son, while
holding out her hands, she said, "Come with all the while the maiden sat her white horse,
me to Tyr-na-nOg, the Land of the Ever waiting.
Young. The trees of my land bear fruit and Then he mounted behind her, and she
blossom and green leaves together all the shook the bridle and the white horse broke
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forward into a gallop as swift as the west and shook his head so that his mane flew like
wind and as smooth as silk, his four golden spray. Then he sprang forward, skimming
shoes seeming scarcely to bend the grasses over the waves with the speed of a homing
beneath his hooves, until he reached the sea- swallow. And the distance closed in behind
shore. And his golden shoes left no mark on him and the two on his back, so that those
the white sand. And when he came to the who watched from the green land saw them
edge of the waves, he neighed three times, no more.
Scandinavia
amongst the rocks: cups of gold and mighty King Sigmund who was slain. Because a king
armrings and jeweled collars. Prince Alv and sought for me I changed clothes with my
his father put the treasure on the ship and serving-maid, my wish being to baffle those
brought the two women aboard. Then they who might be sent to carry me away.
sailed from that land. "Know that I am Hiordis, a king's daugh-
That was before Sigurd, the foster-son of ter. Many men came to my father to ask for
King Alv, was born. me in marriage, and of those that came there
Now the mother of Alv was wise and little were two whom I heard much of: one was
of what she saw escaped her noting. She saw King Lygni and the other was King Sigmund
that of the two women that her son and her of the race of the Volsungs. The king, my
husband had brought into their kingdom, the father, told me it was for me to choose be-
one who wore the dress of the serving-maid tween these two. Now King Sigmund was old,
had unflinching eyes and a high beauty, but he was the most famous warrior in the
while the one who wore the queenly dress was whole world, and I chose him rather than
shrinking and unstately. One night when all King Lygni.
the women of the household were sitting "We were wed. But King Lygni did not lose
round her, spinning wool by the light of torch- desire of me, and in a while he came against
es in the hall, the queen-mother said to the King Sigmund's kingdom with a great army
one who wore the queenly garb: of men. We hid our treasure by the sea-shore,
"Thou art good at rising in the morning. and I and my maid watched the battle from
How dost thou know in the dark hours when it the borders of the forest. With the help of
wears to dawn?" Gram, his wondrous sword, and his own great
The one clad in the queenly garb said, warrior strength, Sigmund was able to harry
"When I was young I used to rise to milk the the great force that came against him. But
cows, and I waken ever since at the same suddenly he was stricken down. Then was the
hour." battle lost. Only King Lygni's men survived it,
The queen-mother said to herself, "It is a and they scattered to search for me and the
strange country in which the royal maids rise treasure of the King.
to milk the cows." "I came to where my lord lay on the field of
Then she said to the one who wore the battle, and he raised himself on his shield
clothes of the serving-maid: when I came, and he told me that death was
"How dost thou know in the dark hours very near him. A stranger had entered the
when the dawn is coming?" battle at the time when it seemed that the
"My father," she said, "gave me the ring of men of King Lygni must draw away. With
gold that I wear, and always before it is time the spear that he held in his hand he struck
to rise I it grow cold on my finger."
feel at Sigmund's sword, and Gram, the won-
"It is a strange country, truly," said the drous sword, was broken in two pieces. Then
queen-mother to herself, "in which the did King Sigmund get his death-wound. 'It
serving-maids wear rings of gold." must be I shall die,' he said, 'for the spear
When all the others had left she spoke to against which my sword broke was Gungnir,
the two women who had been brought into Odin's spear. Only that spear could have
her country. To the one who wore the clothes shattered the sword that Odin gave my fa-
of a serving-maid, she said: ther. Now must I go to Valhalla, Odin's Hall
"Thou art the queen." of Heroes.'
Then the one who wore the queenly clothes "'I weep,' I said, 'because I have no son
said, "Thou art right, lady. She is the queen, who might call himself of the great race of
and I cannot any longer pretend to be other the Volsungs.'
than I am." "'For that you need not weep,' said Sig-
Then the other woman spoke. Said she: "I mund, 'a son will be born to you, my son and
am the queen as thou hast said the queen of yours, and you shall name him Sigurd. Take
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now the broken pieces of my wondrous sword his own ends. He said, "King Alv is a wise and
and give them to my son when he shall be of a good king, and he would let me have riches
warrior age.' if I had need of them."
"Then did Sigmund turn his face to the "Thou dost go about as a foot-boy, and not
ground and the death-struggle came on him. as a king's son."
Odin's Valkyrie took his spirit from the "Any day that it likes me I might have a
battle-field. And I lifted up the broken pieces horse to ride," Sigurd said.
of the sword, and with my serving-maid I "So thou dost say," said Regin, and he
went and hid in a deep dell in the forest. Then turned from Sigurd and went to blow the fire
your husband and your son found us and they of his smithy.
brought us to your kingdom where we have Sigurd was made angry and he threw down
been kindly treated, O Queen." the irons on which he was working and he ran
Such was the history that Hiordis, the wife to the horse-pastures by the great River. A
of KingSigmund, told to the mother of Prince herd of horses was there, gray and black and
Alv. roan and chestnut, the best of the horses that
Soon afterwards the child was born to her King Alv possessed. As he came near to where
thatwas Sigmund's son. Sigurd she named the herd grazed he saw a stranger near, an
him. And after Sigurd was born, the old king ancient but robust man, wearing a strange
died and Prince Alv became king in his stead. cloak of blue and leaning on a staff to watch
He married Hiordis, she of the ruddy hair, the the horses. Sigurd, though young, had seen
unflinching ways, and the high beauty, and kings in their halls, but this man had a bear-
he brought up her son Sigurd in his house as ing that was more lofty than any king's he
his foster-son. had ever looked on.
Sigurd, the son of Sigmund, before he "Thou art going to choose a horse for thy-
came age, was known for his
to warrior's self," said the stranger to Sigurd.
strength and his swiftness and for the fear- "Yea, father," Sigurd said.
lessness that shone round him like a glow. "Drive the herd first into the river," said
"Mighty was the race he sprang from, the the stranger.
Volsung race," men said, "but Sigurd will be Sigurd drove the horses into the wide river.
as mighty as any that have gone before him." Some were swept down by the current, others
He built himself a hut in the forest that he struggled back and clambered up the bank of
might hunt wild beasts and live near to one the pastures. But one swam across the river,
who was to train him in many crafts. and throwing up his head neighed as for a
This one was Regin, a maker of swords and victory. Sigurd marked him; a gray horse he
a cunning man besides. It was said of Regin was, young and proud, with a great flowing
that lie was an enchanter and that he had mane. He went through the water and caught
been n the world for longer than the genera- this horse, mounted him, and brought him
tions of men. No one remembered, nor no back across the river.
one's father remembered, when Regin had "Thou hast done well," said the stranger.
come into that country. He taught Sigurd the "Grani, whom thou hast got, is of the breed of
art of working in metals and he taught him, Sleipner, the horse of Odin."
too, trie lore of other days. But ever as he "And I am of the race of the sons of Odin,"
taught him he looked at Sigurd strangely, not cried Sigurd, his eyes wide and shining with
as a nan looks at his fellow, but as a lynx the very light of the sun. "I am of the race of
looks at a stranger beast. the sons of Odin, for my father was Sigmund,
On day Regin
j said to young Sigurd, "King and his father was Volsung, and his father
Alv has thy father's treasure, men say, and was Rerir, and was Sigi, who was
his father
yet h( treats thee as if thou wert thrall-born." the son of Odin."
No v Sigurd knew that Regin said this that The stranger, leaning on his staff, looked
he mi *ht anger him and thereafter use him to on the youth steadily. Only one of his eyes
682 THE ORAL TRADITION
was to be seen, but that eye, Sigurd thought, shield and colored with red and brown colors
might see through a stone. "All thou hast was the image of a dragon, a dragon length-
named," the stranger said, "were as swords ening himself out of a cave. Sigurd thought it
of Odin to send men to Valhalla, Odin's Hall was the image of the most hateful thing in
of Heroes. And of all that thou hast named the world, and the light of the smithy fire
there were none but were chosen by Odin's falling on it, and the smoke of the smithy fire
Valkyries for battles in Asgard." rising round it, made it seem verily a dragon
Cried Sigurd, "Too much of what is brave living in his own element of fire and reek.
and noble in the world is taken by Odin for his While he was still gazing on the loathly
battles in Asgard." image, Regin, the cunning smith, came into
The stranger leaned on his staff and his the smithy. He stood by the wall and he
head was bowed. "What wouldst thou?" he watched Sigurd. His back was bent; his hair
said, and it did not seem to Sigurd that he fell over his eyes that were all fiery, and
spoke to him. "What wouldst thou? The he looked like a beast that runs behind the
leaves wither and fall off Ygdrasil, and the hedges.
day of Ragnarok comes." Then he raised his "Aye, thou dost look on Fafnir the dragon,
head and spoke to Sigurd. "The time is near," son of the Volsungs," he said to Sigurd. "May-
he said, "when thou mayst possess thyself of hap it is thou who wilt slay him."
the pieces of thy father's sword." "I would not strive with such a beast. He is
Then the man in the strange cloak of blue allhorrible to me," Sigurd said.
went climbing up the hill and Sigurd watched "With a good sword thou mightst slay him
him pass away from his sight. He had held and win for thyself more renown than ever
back Grani, his proud horse, but now he thy father had," Regin whispered.
turned him and let him gallop along the river "I shall win renown as my fathers won
in a race that was as swift as the wind. renown, in battle with men and in conquest
Mounted upon Grani, his proud horse, Sig- on kingdoms," Sigurd said.
urd rode to the Hall and showed himself to "Thou art not a true Volsung or thou
Alv, the king, and to Hiordis, his mother. wouldst gladly go where most danger and
Before the Hall he shouted out the Volsung dread is," said Regin. "Thou hast heard of
name, and King Alv felt as he watched him Fafnir the dragon, whose image I have
that this youth was a match for a score of wrought here. If thou dost ride to the crest of
men, and Hiordis, his mother, saw the blue the hills thou mayst look across to the deso-
flame of his eyes and thought to herself that late land where Fafnir has his haunt. Know
his way through the world would be as the that once it was fair land where men had
way of the eagle through the air. peace and prosperity, but Fafnir came and
Having shown himself before the Hall, made his den in a cave near by, and his
Sigurd dismounted from Grani, and stroked breathings made it the barren waste that men
and caressed him with his hands and told him call Gnita Heath. Now, if thou art a true
that he might go back and take pasture with Volsung, thou wilt slay the dragon, and let
the herd. The proud horse breathed fondly that land become fair again, and bring the
over Sigurd and bounded away. people back to it and so add to King Alv's
Then Sigurd strode on until he came to the domain."
hut in the forest where he worked with the "I have nought to do with the slaying of
cunning smith Regin. No one was in the hut dragons," Sigurd said. "I have to make war
when he entered. But over the anvil, in the on King Lygni, and avenge upon him the
smoke of the smithy fire, there was a work of slaying of Sigmund, my father."
Regin's hands. Sigurd looked upon it, and a "What is the slaying of Lygni and the con-
hatred for the thing that was shown rose in quest of his kingdom to the slaying of Fafnir
him. the dragon?" Regin cried. "I will tell thee
The work of Regin's hands was a shield, a what no one else knows of Fafnir the dragon.
great shield of iron. Hammered out on that He guards a hoard of gold and jewels the like
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ofwhich was never seen in the world. All this image of Fafnir the dragon upon it and he put
hoard you can make yours by slaying him." the shield over the anvil of the smithy. Rais-
"I do not covet riches," Sigurd said. ing the great sword in both his hands he
"No riches the riches that Fafnir
is like to struck full on the iron shield.
guards. His hoard the hoard that the Dwarf
is The stroke of the sword sheared away some
Andvari had from the world's early days. of the shield, but the blade broke in Sigurd's
Once the gods themselves paid it over as a hand. Then in anger he turned on Regin,
ransom. And if thou wilt win this hoard thou crying out, "Thou hast made a knave's sword
wilt be as one of the gods." for me. To work with thee again! Thou must
"How dost thou know that of which thou make me a Volsung's sword."
speakst, Regin?" Sigurd said. Then he went out and called to Grani, his
"I know, and one day I may tell thee how I horse, and mounted him and rode to the river
know." bank like the sweep of the wind.
"And one day I may harken to thee. But Regin took more pieces of iron and began to
speak to me no more of this dragon. I would forge a new sword, uttering as he worked
have thee make a sword, a sword that will be runes that were about the hoard that Fafnir
mightier and better shapen than any sword in the dragon guarded. And Sigurd that night
the world. Thou canst do this, Regin, for thou dreamt of glittering treasure that he coveted
art accounted the best swordsmith amongst not, masses of gold and heaps of glittering
men." jewels.
Regin looked at Sigurd out of his small and He was Regin's help the next day and they
cunning eyes and he thought it was best to both worked to make a sword that would be
make, himself active. So he took the weighti- mightier than the first. For three days they
est pieces of iron and put them into his fur- worked upon it, and then Regin put into Sig-
nace and he brought out the secret tools that urd's hands a sword, sharpened and polished,
he used when a master-work was claimed thatwas mightier and more splendid looking
from his hands. than the one that had been forged before. And
All day Sigurd worked beside him, keeping again Sigurd took the shield that had the
the fire at its best glow and bringing water to image of the dragon upon it and he put it upon
cool the blade as it was fashioned and refash- the anvil. Then he raised his arms and struck
ioned. And as he worked he thought only his full blow. The sword cut through the
about the blade and about how he would shield, but when it struck the anvil it shivered
make war upon King Lygni, and avenge the in his hands.
man who was slain before he himself was He left the smithy angrily and called to
born. Grani, his proud horse. He mounted and rode
All day he thought only of war and of the on like the sweep of the wind.
beaten blade. But at night his dreams were Later he came to his mother's bower and
not upon wars nor shapen blades but upon stood before Hiordis.
Fafnii the dragon. He saw the heath that was "A greater sword must I have," said he,
left barren by his breath, and he saw the cave "than one that is made of metal dug out of the
where he had his den, and he saw him crawl- earth. The time has come, Mother, when thou
ing down from his cave, his scales glittering must put into my hands the broken pieces of
like rings of mail, and his length the length of Gram, the sword of Sigmund and the Vol-
a com oany of men on the march. sungs."
The next day he worked with Regin to Hiordis measured him with the glance of
shape the great sword. When it was shapen her eyes, and she saw that her son was a
with ;J1 the cunning Regin knew it looked mighty youth and one fit to use the sword of
indeec a mighty sword. Then Regin sharp- Sigmund and the Volsungs. She bade him go
ened and Sigurd polished it. And at last he
i with her to the King's Hall. Out of the great
held tl ie great sword by its iron hilt. stone chest that was in her chamber she took
Thei Sigurd took the shield that had the the beast's skin and the broken blade that was
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wrapped in it. She gave the pieces into the of the dragon upon it on the anvil of the
hands of her son. "Behold the halves of smithy. Again, with his hands on its iron hilt,
Gram," she said, "of Gram, the mighty sword he raised the sword for a full stroke. He
that in the far-off days Odin left in the Bran- struck, and the sword cut through the shield
stock, in the tree of the house of Volsung. I and sheared through the anvil, cutting away
would see Gram new-shapen in thy hands, my its iron horn. Then did Sigurd know that he
son." had in his hands the Volsungs' sword. He
Then she embraced him as she had never went without and called to Grani, and like the
embraced him before, and standing there sweep of the wind rode down to the river's
with her ruddy hair about her she told him of bank. Shreds of wool were floating down the
the glory of Gram and of the deeds of his water. Sigurd struck at them with his sword,
fathers in whose hands the sword had shone. and the fine wool was divided against the
Then Sigurd went to the smithy, and he water's edge. Hardness and fineness, Gram
wakened Regin out of his sleep, and he made could cut through both.
him look on the shining halves of Sigmund's That night Gram, the Volsungs' sword, was
sword. He commanded him to make out of under his head when he slept, but still his
these halves a sword for his hand. dreams were filled with images that he had
Regin worked for days in his smithy and not regarded in the day time; the shrine of a
Sigurd never left his side. At last the blade hoard that he coveted not, and the gleam of
was forged, and when Sigurd held it in his the scales of a dragon that was too loathly for
hand fire ran along the edge of it. him to battle with.
Again he laid the shield that had the image
Germany
Fafnir, the Dragon lung family and their destruction wrought by the
curse of the gold they desired so greatly. The
Sigurd, the Scandinavian, and Siegfried, the Ger- slaying of a dragon, wherever it occurs,
always
man, are two names for the same hero whose stirs the blood, since it is so universal a symbol of
be found in the Volsunga
parallel stories are to the triumph of good over evil. [From James
Saga of Iceland and the Nibelungenlied of Ger- Baldwin, The Story of Siegfried (Scribner, 1882).]
many.
The root story is part of the Elder Edda, the Regin took up his harp, and his fingers smote
great and earliest source of Scandinavian epic, the strings; and the music which came forth
which, after hundreds of years of oral transmis- sounded like the wail of the winter's wind
sion, was written down by an unknown author in through the dead tree-tops of the forest. And
the twelfth or thirteenth century. The Volsunga the song which he sang was full of grief and
Saga has an air of greater primitiveness than has wild hopeless yearning for the things which
the Nibelungenlied. Some scholars hold that the were not to be. When he had ceased, Siegfried
Nibelungen saga traveled north to Iceland and said,
that the Scandinavian version preserves the "That was indeed a sorrowful song for one
earlier form of the original. Both are tales of to sing who sees his hopes so nearly realized.
immense grandeur, tragedy, pathos, and heroic Why are you so sad? Is it because you fear the
humanity. curse which you have taken upon yourself? or
The story of the slaying of Fafnir can hardly be is it because you know not what you will do
read by the opera devotee without the "leitmo- with so vast a treasure, and its possession
tifs" of Wagner's opera cycle ringing in the ears. begins already to trouble you?"
His four great operas tell the story of the Nibe- "Oh, many are the things I will do with that
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treasure!" answered Regin; and his eyes scaled the rough side of the mountain, and
flashed wildly, and his face grew red and reached its summit, while Siegfried and
pale. "I will turn winter into summer; I will Greyfell were yet toiling among the rocks at
make the desert places glad; I will bring back its foot. Slowly and painfully they climbed the
the golden age; I will make myself a god: for steep ascent, sometimes following a narrow
mine shall be the wisdom and the gathered path which wound along the edge of a preci-
wealth of the world. And yet I fear" pice, sometimes leaping from rock to rock, or
"What do you fear?" over some deep gorge, and sometimes picking
"The ring, the ring it is accursed! The their way among the crags and cliffs. The sun
Norns, too, have spoken, and my doom is at last went down, and one by one the stars
known. I cannot escape it." came out; and the moon was rising, round
"The Norns have woven the woof of every and red, when Siegfried stood by Regin's side,
man's life," answered Siegfried. "To-morrow and gazed from the mountaintop down upon
we fare to the Glittering Heath, and the end the Glittering Heath which lay beyond. And
shall be as the Norns have spoken." a strange, weird scene it was that met his
And so, early the next morning, Siegfried sight. At the foot of the mountain was a river,
mounted Greyfell, and rode out towards the white and cold and still; and beyond it was a
desert land that lay beyond the forest and the smooth and barren plain, lying silent and
barren mountain range; and Regin, his eyes lonely in the pale moonlight. But in the dis-
flashing with desire, and his feet never tiring, tance was seen a circle of flickering flames,
trudged by his side. For seven days they ever changing, now growing brighter, now
wended their way through the thick green- fading away, and now shining with a dull,
wood; sleeping at night on the bare ground cold light, like the glimmer of the glowworm
beneath the trees, while the wolves and other or the foxfire. And as Siegfried gazed upon
wild beasts of the forest filled the air with the scene, he saw the dim outline of some
their hideous bowlings. But no evil creature hideous monster moving hither and thither,
dare come near them, for fear of the shining and seeming all the more terrible in the un-
beams of light which fell from Greyfell's certain light.
gleaming mane. On the eighth day they came "It is he!" whispered Regin, and his lips
to the open country and to the hills, where the were ashy pale, and his knees trembled be-
land was covered with black boulders and neath him. "It is Fafnir, and he wears the
broken by yawning chasms. And no living Helmet of Terror! Shall we not go back to the
thing was seen there, not even an insect, nor smithy by the great forest, and to the life of
a blade of grass and the silence of the grave
;
ease and safety that may be ours there? Or
was ever And
the earth was dry and
all. will you rather dare to go forward, and meet
parched, and the sun hung above them like a the Terror in its abode?"
painted shield in a blue-black sky, and there "None but cowards give up an undertaking
was neither shade nor water anywhere. But once begun," answered Siegfried. "Go back to
Siegfried rode onwards in the way which Rhineland yourself, if you are afraid; but you
Regin pointed out, and faltered not, although must go alone. You have brought me thus far
he grew faint with thirst and with the over- to meet the dragon of the heath, to win the
powering heat. Towards the evening of the hoard of the swarthy elves, and to rid the
next cay they came to a dark mountain wall world of a terrible evil. Before the setting of
which stretched far out on either hand, and another sun, the deed which you have urged
rose h gh above them, so steep that it seemed me to do will be done."
to close up the way, and to forbid them going Then he dashed down the eastern slope of
f arthe *. the mountain, leaving Greyfell and the trem-
"This is the wall!" cried Regin. "Beyond bling Regin behind him. Soon he stood on the
this m Duntain is the Glittering Heath, and the banks of the white river, which lay between
goal o all my hopes." the mountain and the heath; but the stream
And the little old man ran forward, and was deep and sluggish, and the channel was
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very wide. He paused a moment, wondering was more than human. And he knew that he
how he should cross; and the air seemed had again talked with Odin. Then, with a
heavy with deadly vapors, and the water was braver heart than before, he went forward,
thick and cold. While he thus stood in along the river bank, until he came to Fafnir's
thought, a boat came silently out of the mists, trail, a deep, wide furrow in the earth, be-
and drew near; and the boatman stood up and ginning at the river's bank, and winding far
called to him, and said, away over the heath, until it was lost to sight
"What man are you who dares come into in the darkness. The bottom of the trail was
land of loneliness and fear?"
this soft and slimy, and its sides had been worn
"I amSiegfried," answered the lad; "and I smooth by Fafnir's frequent travel through it.
have come to slay Fafnir, the Terror." In this road, at a point not far from the
"Sit in my boat," said the boatman, "and I river, Siegfried, with his trusty sword Bal-
you across the river."
will carry mung, scooped out a deep and narrow pit, as
And Siegfried sat by the boatman's side; Odin had directed. And when the gray dawn
and without the use of an oar, and without a began to appear in the east he hid himself
breath of air to drive it forward, the little within this trench, and waited for the coming
vessel turned, and moved silently towards the of the monster. He had not long to wait; for no
farther shore. sooner had the sky begun to redden in the
"In what way will you fight the dragon?" light of the coming sun than the dragon was
asked the boatman. heard bestirring himself. Siegfried peeped
"With my trusty sword Balmung I shall warily from his hiding place, and saw him
slay him," answered Siegfried. coming far down the road, hurrying with all
"But he wears the Helmet of Terror, and he speed, that he might quench his thirst at the
breathes deathly poisons, and his eyes dart sluggish river, and hasten back to his gold;
forth lightning, and no man can withstand and the sound which he made was like the
his strength," said the boatman. trampling of many feet and the jingling of
"I will find some way by which to overcome many chains. With bloodshot eyes, and gap-
him." ing mouth, and flaming nostrils, the hideous
"Then be wise, and listen to me," said the creature came rushing onwards. His sharp,
boatman. "As you go up from the river you curved claws dug deep into the soft earth;
will find a road, worn deep and smooth, start- and his bat-like wings, half trailing on the
ing from the water's edge, and winding over ground, half flapping in the air, made a sound
the moor. It is the trail of Fafnir, adown like that which is heard when Thor rides in
which he comes at dawn of every day to slake his goat-drawn chariot over the dark thunder
his thirst at the river. Do you dig a pit in this clouds. It was a terrible moment for Sieg-
roadway, a pit narrow and deep, and hide fried, but he was not afraid. He crouched
still
yourself within it. In the morning, when low down in his hiding place, and the bare
Fafnir passes over it, let him feel the edge of blade of the trusty Balmung glittered in the
Balmung." morning light. On came the hastening feet
As the man ceased speaking, the boat and the flapping wings: the red gleam from
touched the shore, and Siegfried leaped out. the monster's flaming nostrils lighted up the
He looked back to thank his unknown friend, trench where Siegfried lay. He heard a roar-
but neither boat nor boatman was to be seen. ing and a rushing like the sound of a whirl-
Only a thin white mist rose slowly from the wind in the forest; then a black, inky mass
cold surface of the stream, and floated up- rolled above him, and all was dark. Now was
wards and away towards the mountain-tops. Siegfried's opportunity. The bright edge of
Then the lad remembered that the strange Balmung gleamed in the darkness one mo-
boatman had worn a blue hood bespangled ment, and then it smote the heart of Fafnir as
with golden stars, and that a gray kirtle was he passed. Some men say that Odin sat in the
thrown over his shoulders, and that his one pit with Siegfried, and strengthened his arm
eye glistened and sparkled with a light that and directed his sword, or else he could not
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thus have slain the Terror. But, be this as it That is not honor. Let him seek fame by
may, the victory was soon won. The monster nobler deeds."
stopped short, while but half of his long body Then Munin flew past his ear, and
had glided over the pit; for sudden death whispered,
had overtaken him. His horrid head fell "Beware of Regin, the master! His heart is
lifeless upon the ground; his cold wings poisoned. He would be thy bane."
flapped once, and then lay, quivering and And the two birds flew away to carry the
helpless, spread out on either side; and news to Odin in the happy halls of Gladsheim.
streams of thick black blood flowed from his When Regin drew near to look upon the
heart, through the wound beneath, and filled dragon, Siegfried kindly accosted him: but he
the trench in which Siegfried was hidden, seemed not to hear; and a snaky glitter lurked
and ran like a mountain torrent down the in his eyes,and his mouth was set and dry,
road towards the river. Seigfried was covered and he seemed as one walking in a dream.
from head to foot with the slimy liquid, and, "It is mine now," he murmured: "it is all
had he not quickly leaped from his hiding mine, now, the Hoard of the swarthy elf-
place, he would have been drowned in the folk, the garnered wisdom of ages. The
swift-rushing stream. strength of the world is mine. I will keep, I
The bright sun rose in the east, and gilded will save, I will heap up; and none shall have
the mountain tops, and fell upon the still part or parcel of the treasure which is mine
waters of the river, and lighted up the treeless alone."
plains around. The south wind played gently Then his eyes fell upon Seigfried; and his
against Siegfried's cheeks and in his long cheeks grew dark with wrath, and he cried
hair, as he stood gazing on his fallen foe. And out,
the sound of singing birds, and rippling wa- "Why are you here in my way? I am the lord
ters, and gay insects, such as had not bro- of the Glittering Heath: I am the master of
ken the silence of the Glittering Heath for the Hoard. I am the master, and you are my
ages, came to his ears. The Terror was thrall."
dead, and Nature had awakened from her Siegfried wondered at the change which
sleep of dread. And as the lad leaned upon his had taken place in his old master; but he only
sword, and thought of the deed he had done, smiled at his strange words, and made no
behold! the shining Greyfell, with the beam- answer.
ing, hopeful mane, having crossed the now "You have slain my brother!" Regin cried;
bright river, stood by his side. And Regin, his and his face grew fearfully black, and his
face grown wondrous cold, came trudging mouth foamed with rage.
over the meadows; and his heart was full of "It was my deed and yours," calmly an-
guile. Then the mountain vultures came swered Siegfried. "I have rid the world of a
wheeling downward to look upon the dead Terror: I have righted a grievous wrong."
dragon; and with them were two ravens, "You have slain my brother," said Regin;
black as midnight. And when Siegfried saw "and a murderer's ransom you shall pay!"
these ravens he knew them to be Odin's "Take the Hoard for your ramsom, and let
birds, Hugin, thought, and Munin, memo- us each wend his way," said the lad.
ry. Ardthey alighted on the ground near by; "The Hoard is mine by rights," answered
and tl e lad listened to hear what they would Regin still more wrathfully. "I am the master,
say. Then Hugin flapped his wings, and and you are my thrall. Why stand you in my
said,-- way?"
"Tre deed is done. Why tarries the hero?" Then, blinded with madness, he rushed at
Am Munin said, Siegfried as if to strike him down; but his foot
"Tl e world is wide. Fame waits for the slipped in a puddle of gore, and he pitched
hero.' headlong against the sharp edge of Balmung.
Am Hugin answered, So sudden was this movement, and so un-
"What if he win the Hoard of the Elves? locked for, that the sword was twitched out of
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Siegfried's hand, and fell with a dull splash above a land of mists that seemed to float
into the blood-filled pit before him; while upon the edge of the sea.
Regin, slain by his own rashness, sank dead While he looked, a white ship, with sails all
upon the ground. Full of horror, Siegfried set,came speeding over the waters towards
turned away, and mounted Greyfell. him. It came nearer and nearer, and the
"This is a place of blood," said he, "and the sailors rested upon their oars as it glided into
way to glory leads not through it. Let the the quiet harbor. A minstrel, with long white
Hoard on the Glittering Heath: I will
still lie beard floating in the wind, sat at the prow;
go my wayhence; and the world shall know and the sweet music from his harp was waft-
me for better deeds than this." ed like incense to the shore. The vessel
And he turned his back on the fearful touched the sands: its white sails were reefed
scene, and rode away; and so swiftly did as if by magic, and the crew leaped out upon
Greyfell carry him over the desert land and the beach.
the mountain waste, that, when night came, "Hail, Siegfried the Golden!" cried the
they stood on the shore of the great North harper. "Whither do you fare this summer
Sea, and the white waves broke at their feet. day?"
And the lad sat for a long time silent upon the "I have come from a land of horror and
warm white sand of the beach, and Greyfell dread," answered the lad; "and I would fain
waited at his side. And he watched the stars fare to a brighter."
as they came out one by one, and the moon, as "Then go with me to awaken the earth
it rose round and pale, and moved like a from its slumber, and to robe the fields in
queen across the sky. And the night wore their garbs of beauty," said the harper. And
away, and the stars grew pale, and the moon he touched the strings of his harp, and strains
sank to rest in the wilderness of waters. And of the softest music arose in the still morning
at day-dawn Siegfried looked towards the air. And Siegfried stood entranced, for never
west, and midway between sky and sea he before had he heard such music.
thought he saw dark mountain tops hanging
France
The Song of Roland the adoration of the Virgin Mary that inspired the
great cathedrals of medieval Europe these were
The epic and the saga are largely pre-Christian in the subjects also of the medieval romance. The
ideals, concepts, and social structure. With the legend of the Holy Grail became part of the old
introduction of the romance, Christianity emerg- King Arthur cycle. A new regard for the position
es as background and motivating force. The term of woman in growth of the chivalric
society, the
romance is applied to the long stories, basically ideal, knightly quest and devout dedication to a
epic in feeling, theme, and poetic form, that were cause, these were the themes that bridged the
recited in the Romance languages those lan- old pagan world of the epic and the Christian
guages that derive from Rome, namely, Latin, world of the future.
French, Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese. Later, In the Song of Roland, the origins of which are
the term romance came to be applied to any story discussed in the introduction to this section
in which unprecedented events take place, or the (page 637), Christianity had not yet become the
possibilities of life are heightened beyond the dominating theme. It was not of God, nor of
probabilities of actual experience. Christ, nor the Virgin, not even of his own true
The Holy Wars of the Crusades, the passionate love that Roland thought when he came to die,
response of Europe to the image of Christ, and but only of Charlemagne, his liege lord, and of
EPICS AND ROMANCES 689
"I will sound my horn, and Charles will back; he will be able to avenge us. Those of
hear it as he crosses the pass. I swear to you, Spain must not go home exulting. Our coun-
the Franks will return." trymen will dismount here. They will find us
Said Oliver: dead and cut to pieces. They will place us in
"Shameful would that be, bringing dishon- biers on the backs of pack-horses, and will
or upon all your kin, dishonor which would weep for us in grief and pity. They will bury
last all their lives. When I bade you sound us within the hallowed ground of churches,
your horn, you refused. If you do it now, 'twill that we be not devoured by wolves or bears or
be against my counsel. To blow it now were dogs."
cowardice. Why, both your arms are bloody!" Roland replied:
The Count answered: "Well spoken, Sire!"
"Tis that I have struck fair blows." Roland placed his horn to his lips. He made
Said Roland: a mighty effort, blowing with all his strength.
"Stiff is our fight. I will blow my horn, and High were the peaks and long the bugle's
King Charles will hear it." voice. They heard it echoing for thirty long
Said Oliver: leagues. Charles and all his followers heard
"That were no knightly deed! When I bade it. Said the King:
you bl )w it, Comrade, you refused. If the King "Our men are doing battle!"
had bsen with us, we should have had no Ganelon answered him:
hurt. Those who are with him are not to "If another said that, 'twould be taken for a
blame." lie!"
Said Oliver: Count Roland blew his horn, with great
"By this beard of mine, if I see again my effort and in pain, so hard that the bright
noble dster Aude, your Betrothed, never shall blood gushed from his mouth and his brain
you lie in her embrace!" burst from his temples. The sound of his horn
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carried far. Charles heard it as he crossed the flaming, and shields painted with flowers,
pass. So did Duke Naimes. The French lis- and spears and gilded pennons. The Emperor
tened. Said the King: rode in wrath, and the French in sorrow and
"Hark! That is Roland's horn! He would anger. Not one was there who did not weep
never have blown it if he were not doing bitterly, filled with a great fear for Roland.
battle." The King had Count Ganelon seized and
Ganelon replied: given into custody, to the cooks of the house-
"There is no battle! You are old and hoary hold. He summoned the chief cook of them
and white-haired; such words make you seem all, Besgon:
a very child. For you know the mighty pride of "Guard him well, as it behooves to keep
Roland. 'Tis a wonder that God hath suffered such a felon! He has betrayed my followers."
it so long. He even took Noples without your Besgon received him, and set upon him a
command. The Saracens within came forth hundred scullions, among the best and the
and fought the good vassal Roland. Then he worst. They pulled out hairs from his beard
flooded the fields to wash away the blood, that and his mustache. Each one struck him four
no trace might appear. For a single hare he blows with his fist. They beat him with sticks
will blow his horn all day. Now he is per- and staves, put a chain around his neck and
chance carrying out some wager before his chained him like a bear, then placed him on a
peers. There is no people under heaven that pack-horse, to his shame. Thus they kept him,
would dare seek him in the field. Ride on! until such time as they gave him back to
What are you stopping for? The Great Land is Charlemagne.
far away ahead of us!" High were the peaks, and shadowy and
Count Roland's mouth was filled with tall; the valleys, deep; and swift, the streams.
blood. His brain had burst from his temples. The clarions sounded in the van and in the
He blew his horn in pain and anguish. rear, all taking up and prolonging the voice of
Charles heard it, and so did his Frenchmen. Roland's horn. The Emperor rode in wrath;
Said the King: and the French, sorrowful and angry. Not one
"That bugle carries far!" was there but wept and lamented, praying
Duke Naimes replied: God to protect Roland until they might all join
"'Tis that a hero blows the blast! I am sure him on the field of battle. What blows they
there is a battle. He who now asks you to do would deal by his side! Of what avail their
nothing has betrayed Roland. Arm yourselves prayers? Prayers could not help them now.
and shout your battle-cry. Succor your noble They had waited too long and could not arrive
followers. You can hear plainly that Roland is in time.
in despair." In great anger rode King Charles. Over his
The Emperor had his bugles blown. The byrnie flowed his hoary beard. All the barons
French dismounted, and armed themselves of France dug in their spurs. Not one was
with hauberks and helmets, and with swords there but lamented that they were not beside
adorned with gold. They had noble shields Roland the Captain as he fought the Saracens
and lances stout and long, and pennons white of Spain. So great was his anguish, methinks
and red and blue. All the barons of the army he was about to give up the ghost. O Lord,
mounted their chargers. They spurred rapidly what men, the sixty left in his company!
through the length of the pass. Not one but Never did king or captain have better.
said to the other:
"If we should see Roland before he dies, we
The Last Stand of the Rearguard
would deal great blows by his side!"
Of what avail such words? They had wait- Roland looked over the mountains and the
ed too long! heath. Of those of France how many he saw
The light of evening shone. Against the sun lying dead! Like a gentle knight he wept
the armor flashed, hauberks and helmets for them:
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"Noble Lords, may God have mercy on you! He rode in knighlly wise to strike him. The
May he grant paradise to all your souls! May Count cut off Ihe King's righl hand. Then he
he make them to lie among the holy flowers! severed Ihe head of Jurfaleu Ihe Blond, King
Never saw I better vassals than you. How Marsile's son. The Pagans cried oul:
long and constantly have you served me! "Help us, Mahound! Ye Gods of ours,
What great countries have you conquered for avenge us on Charles! He has placed in our
Charles! But woe the day that the Emperor land scoundrels who, even al Ihe risk of dying
took you into his household! Land of France, for it, will not flee the field!"
O most sweet country, to-day forlorn and The one said to Ihe olher: "Well Ihen, lei us
ravaged! Barons of France, I see you dying flee!"
for me. I cannot fight for you or save you. May At these words a hundred thousand look lo
God, Who never lied, help you! Oliver my Iheir heels.No mailer who mighl bid Ihem,
Brother, I must not fail you. I shall die of Ihey would nol relurn. Of whal avail Iheir
grief, if I am slain by nothing else. Sir Com- flighl? Marsile mighl flee, bul his uncle re-
go smite once more!"
rade, let us mained, Ihe Caliph, Lord of Carthage,
Count Roland returned to the fight. Wield- Alferne, and Garmalie, and of Elhiopia a
ing Durendal, he struck like a knight. He cut cursed land; he held sway over Ihe black race.
through the middle Faldrun of Pui and They have big noses and large ears. More
twenty-four of the Pagans most renowned. lhan fifly Ihousand of Ihem were assembled
Never will any man have such desire to Ihere. They charged fierce and furiously, Ihen
avenge himself. As the stag flees before the shouled Ihe Pagan ballle-cry. Said Roland:
hounds, so fled the Pagans before Roland. "This is our martyrdom! Now I know well
Said the Archbishop: thai we have not long to live; but he is a
"Bravo! Well done! Such valor as that be- trailer who does not firsl sell himself dear.
fits a knight who bears good arms and sits a Strike, my Lords, with your furbished swords!
good steed. In battle he should be fierce and Do bailie for your dead and for your lives, lhal
strong; otherwise, he is not worth fourpence, sweel France may not be dishonored by us!
but should be a monk in some monastery, When Charles my Lord shall come to this field
praying without cease for our sins!" and, beholding the punishmenl we have
Roland answered: wroughl upon Ihe Saracens, shall find for
"Smite, nor spare them!" every one of our men fifleen Pagans slain he
At these words the French began to fight will nol fail lo bless us."
once more. Heavy were the losses of the -
behind in the middle of his back. He rent the his vision was troubled. He could not see
white hauberk, even to the body. He thrust clearly enough to recognize mortal man, far
the spear clean through his breast. Then he or near. As he approached his comrade he
said: struck him on his jeweled and gilded helmet,
"You have received a rude blow! Alas for cleaving it as far as the nose-piece; but he did
you that Charlemagne left you at the pass! He not reach the flesh. At that blow Roland
has wronged us, nor is it right that he boast of looked at him, and asked him gently and
it: for, in you alone, I have avenged my softly:
people!" "Sir Comrade, are you doing this of your
wounded to the death.
Oliver felt himself own wish? This is Roland, who has always
He grasped Hauteclaire, whose steel was bur- loved you well! You have struck me without
nished, and smote the Caliph on his pointed challenging me first!"
gilt helmet, striking off its painted flowers Said Oliver:
and crystals. He split open his head down to "Now I know you, for I hear you speak. I
the small front teeth, shook the sword, and cannot see you, but may the Lord God do so! I
struck him dead. Then he said: struck you. Forgive me, I pray!"
"Pagan, curses on thee! I do not say that Roland answered:
Charles has not lost, but thou wilt not be able "You did not hurt me. I forgive you here
to boast to wife or to any lady, in the kingdom before God."
whence thou art, that thou hast taken from At these words the one bowed to the other.
me a penny 's-worth, or hast done scathe to Thus, in great love, they parted.
me or to any other." Oliver felt the anguish of death approach-
Then he cried out to Roland to help him. ing. Both his eyes turned in his head. He lost
Oliver felt that he was wounded mortally. his sense of hearing and of sight. He dis-
He would never have his fill of avenging mounted and lay on the ground. He confessed
himself. He hurled himself into the press, his sins in a loud voice, both his hands
striking like a baron. He slashed through clasped toward heaven, and prayed God to
spear-shafts and bucklers, cut off feet and grant him Paradise and to bless Charles and
hands, cleft saddles and flanks. Whoever had sweet France, and, above all men, his com-
seen him dismember the Saracens, flinging rade Roland. His heart failed, his helmet
one dead upon the other, might indeed mind sank, his whole body fell upon the ground.
him of a doughty vassal! Nor did he forget the Dead was the Count, no longer might he live.
battle-cry of Charles. "Montjoie!" he shouted Roland the Brave wept for him and mourned.
loud and clear. He called to Roland, his friend Never on earth will you hear of a man more
and peer: sorrowful.
"Sir Comrade, come to my side! With bitter Roland saw that his friend was dead, saw
sorrow we must
part today!" him lying, face down, on the ground. Very
Roland looked into the face of Oliver. It gently he began to lament him:
was wan, discolored, livid, pale. The bright "Sir Comrade, alas for your bold courage!
blood streaked his body, the clots falling to We have been together for years and for days.
the ground. You have never done me harm, nor I you.
"O Lord," said the Count, "now I know not Since you are dead, it is my grief that I live!"
what to do. Sir Comrade, alack for your prow- With these words the Marquis fainted on
ess! Never will there be a man to equal thee! his horse Veillantif. He was held on by his
Ah, sweet France, how art thou pillaged today stirrups of fine gold; thus, wheresoever he
of good vassals! How art thou confounded might go, he could not fall off.
and laid low! The Emperor will suffer great
scathe."
The Death of Roland
With these words he swooned on his horse.
Behold Roland swooned and Oliver wounded Roland felt that death was near. His brain
unto death. Oliver had lost so much blood that issued forth from his ears. He prayed God for
EPICS AND ROMANCES 693
his peers, that He would call them. Then, for keeper. How many pitched battles have I won
himself, he prayed to the Angel Gabriel. He with thee! Conquered how many wide lands,
took his horn, that no one might reproach which Charles of the Hoary Beard now holds!
him; and, in his other hand, his sword Duren- May no man have thee who would flee from
dal. More than a bowshot toward Spain, into a another! A good vassal has long carried you.
fallow field, he went. He climbed upon a Never will there be such a one in France the
knoll, where, under two fair trees, there were Holy!"
four blocks of stone, cut from marble. He fell Roland struck on the stone of sardonyx.
down on his back on the green grass. There he The steel grated but it did not crack or chip.
swooned, for death was near him. When he saw that he could not break it, he
High were the mountains and very high began to lament it to himself:
the trees. Four blocks of stone were there, "Ah, Durendal, how fair and bright and
of shining marble. Ongrass the green white art thou! How thou dost sparkle and
Count Roland had fainted. All the time a flame in the sun! Charles was in the vales of
Saracen was watching him, and feigning Maurienne, when God sent him word from
death as he lay among the slain. He had heaven by His angel that he should give thee
smeared his body and his face with blood. He to a count and captain. Then was I girt with
got to his feet and hastened to run forward. thee by the noble King, the great King. With
Handsome was he, and strong, and of great thee I conquered for him Anjou and Brittany;
prowess. In his pride he was seized with a with thee I conquered for him Poitou and
mortal madness. He laid hold of Roland, of Maine. For him I conquered with thee Nor-
his body and of his weapons, and he spoke mandy the Free. With thee I conquered for
these, words: him Provence and Aquitaine and Lombardy
"Vanquished is Charles's nephew! I will and all Romagna. With thee I conquered for
bear away this sword of his to Araby!" him Bavaria and all Flanders and Burgundy
As he pulled at it, the Count came a little to and all Apulia, Constantinople, whose hom-
his senses. Roland was conscious that his age he received, and Saxony, where he does
sword was being taken from him. He opened what he will. With thee I conquered for him
his eyes and spoke these words: Scotland, Wales and Ireland; and England,
"Methinks thou art not one of ours!" which he considered crownland. With thee
He grasped
his horn, which he had no wish how many lands and countries have I con-
to lose,and struck the Pagan on the helmet, quered for Charles of the Hoary Beard to
jeweled and gold-adorned. He shattered the rule! For this sword I have dolor and grief.
steel and his head and his bones. Both his Rather would I die than leave it among the
eyes burst from their sockets and he fell dead Pagans. God! Father! Let not France be thus
at Roland's feet. Said the Count: shamed!"
"Pagan lout, how hadst thou
the presump- Roland smote a dark stone. He chipped off
tion to lay hold of me, whether rightly or more of it than I can say. The sword crunched
wrongly? No man shall hear of this without but did not break or shiver. Instead, it re-
deemi ig thee a fool. The large end of my horn bounded toward heaven. When the Count saw
has b;en cracked; the crystal and the gold that he could not break it, he bewailed it very
have leen knocked off." softly to himself:
Roland felt that his sight was going. He got "Ah, Durendal, how beautiful thou art, and
to his -eet, exertingstrength. All color
all his holy! In thy golden hilt are relics a-plenty: a
had le 't there was a dark
his face. Before him tooth of Saint Peter and some of Saint Basil's
stone. In grief and anger he struck ten blows blood, and hair of my Lord Saint Denis; and
upon i The steel grated, but did not break or
:. there is a piece of Saint Mary's dress. It is not
nick. right for Pagans to have thee; thou shouldst
"
"Ah said the Count. "Help me, Saint be served by Christians. May coward never
Mary! Ah, Durendal, good Sword, alas for wield thee! Wide are the lands I shall have
thee! Since I am dying, I am no longer thy conquered with you, for Charles of the Hoary
694 THE ORAL TRADITION
Beard to rule lands which have brought the Count Roland lay beneath a pine tree. He
Emperor power and riches." had turned his face toward Spain. He began
Roland felt that death was taking hold of to mind him of many things: of how many
him. From his head it was descending toward lands he had conquered, of sweet France, of
his heart. Beneath a pine tree he went run- the men of his kin, of Charlemagne his Lord,
ning. He lay down on his face on the green who had fostered him. He could not help but
grass. Under him he placed his sword and his weep and sigh. Yet himself he would not
horn. He turned his head toward the Pagan forget. He confessed his sins and prayed God
people. This he did because he wished that for mercy:
Charles and all his men should say that he, "True Father, Whonever liest, Thou Who
the gentle Count, died conquering. He con- didst raise Lazarus from the dead, and save
fessed himself again and again. For his sins Daniel from the lions, keep, I pray Thee, my
he offered God his glove. soul from all perils arising from the sins I
Roland felt that his time was short. He lay have committed in my life!"
on a sharp peak, facing Spain. With one hand He offered his right glove to God. Saint
he struck his breast: Gabriel took it from his hand. On his arm his
"God, by Thy power forgive my sins, great head was resting. With clasped hands he
and small, which I have committed from the went to his death. God sent to him His angel
hour that I was born until this day when I am Cherubin and Saint Michael of the Peril of
slain!" the Sea. Saint Gabriel came with them. To-
He
held out his right glove toward God. The gether they bore the soul of the Count to
angels of heaven descended to him. Paradise.
Spain
insult. Over all he put a mantle of great price, I do not want the wrong. On the one side and
in which everyone there could see something the other let us be at peace today. I swear by
worth looking at. Saint Isidore that he who disturbs my court
With those hundred whom he had com- shall leave my kingdom and lose my love. I
manded to get ready, he mounted quickly and am on the side that is in the right. Now let the
rode out of San Servando. Thus the Cid went Cid Campeador plead. We shall see what the
prepared to the court. At the outside gate he Heirs of Carrion will answer."
dismounted properly. The Cid and all his The Cid kissed the hand of the King and
followers went in with prudence. He was in rose to his feet:
the middle, with the hundred around him. "I thank you much as my King and Lord,
When they saw him who in lucky hour was for calling this court for love of me.
born coming into the court, the good King Don "This is my case against the Heirs of Car-
Alfonso rose to his feet, and so did the Count rion: In deserting my daughters they did me
Don Enrique and the Count Don Ramon, and no dishonor; for it is you who married them,
after that, you may know, all the rest. With King, and you will know what to do about that
great honor did they receive him who in lucky today. But when they took my daughters from
hour was born. But the Curly-Head of Valencia the Great I loved my sons-in-law
Grafion, Garcia Ordonez, and the others in dearly, and I gave them two swords, Colada
the party of the Heirs of Carrion, would not and Tizon which I had won as a baron
rise. should that they might do honor to them-
The King said to the Cid: "Come and sit selves and serve you with them. When they
here by me, Campeador, on this bench that left my daughters in the Oak-Wood of Corpes
you gave me as a gift. Although it does not they wished to have naught to do with me and
please some people, you are better than We." lost my love. Let them give me back my
Then he who had won Valencia spoke his swords, since they are no longer my sons-in-
thanks: law."
"Sit on your bench as King and Lord. I shall The Judges decreed: "All this is just."
take seat here with all these my men."
my Said the Count Don Garcia: "Let our side
What the Cid said was very pleasing to the talk this over."
King. Then the Cid sat down on a bench of Then the Heirs of Clarrion went apart, with
turned work. The hundred who were guard- all their relatives and followers who were
ing him took their places around him. All who there. They discussed the matter quickly and
were in the court were gazing at the Cid, with agreed on this plan:
his long beard tied with a cord. Truly he "The Cid Campeador shows us great favor,
seemed a baron by his dress. The Heirs of since he does not ask redress today for the
Carrion could not look at him for shame. insult to his daughters. We shall easily ar-
Then the good King Don Alfonso rose to his range things with the King Don Alfonso. Let
feet: us give the Cid his swords, since he thus ends
"Listen, followers, and may the Creator his plea, and when he has them, the court will
keep v ou! Since I became King I have held adjourn. The Cid Campeador will have no
more than two courts. One was in Burgos and further satisfaction of us."
the otier in Carrion. This third one I have They went back into the court with this
come :o hold today at Toledo, for love of the speech:
Cid le who in lucky hour was born so "Your grace, O King Don Alfonso, you are
that h j may have satisfaction of the Heirs of our Lord! We cannot deny that he gave us two
Carrie i. They have done him great wrong, swords. Since he asks for them and wants
and w j know it. Let Don Enrique and Don
all them back, we wish to give them to him in
Ramon be judges of this case, as well as you your presence."
other Counts who are not of the party of the They drew out the swords Colada and
Heirs >f Carrion. Put your minds, all of you, Tizon, and placed them in the hand of the
for yoi are wise, to finding out the right, since King their Lord. As they drew forth the
696 THE ORAL TRADITION
swords all the court was lighted up. The hilts Said the good King:
and the quillons were all of gold. The nobles "You have my permission."
of the court were struck with wonder. The Cid Campeador rose to his feet:
The Cid took the swords. He kissed the "Those riches that I gave you, give them
hands of the King. He went back to the bench back to me, or make me an accounting."
from which he had arisen. He held the swords Then the Heirs of Carrion went aside. They
in his hands and examined them both. They could not agree in counsel, for the riches were
could not have exchanged them for others, great, and the Heirs of Carrion had spent
for the Cid knew them well. He was all joyful them. They went back with their decision and
and he smiled from his heart. He lifted his spoke their wishes:
hand and took hold of his beard: "He who won Valencia presses us over-
"By this beard that no one has plucked, much, since longing for our wealth thus seiz-
with these shall be avenged Dona Elvira and es him. We will pay him from our heritages in
Dona Sol!" the lands of Carrion."
He called his nephew Don Pedro by name. Since they acknowledged the debt, the
He held out his arm and gave him the sword Judges said:
Tizon: "If this please the Cid we do not forbid it.
"Take it, nephew, it will not have a better But in our judgment we decree it thus: that
lord." you pay it back here in the court."
To Martin Antolinez, the worthy man of At these words the King Don Alfonso
Burgos, he held out his arm, and gave him the spoke:
sword Colada: "We know this suit well: that the Cid Cam-
"Martin Antolinez, my worthy vassal, take peador demands satisfaction. I have two hun-
Colada I won it from a good lord, from dred of those three thousand marks. The
Ramon Berenguer of Barcelona the Great. I Heirs of Carrion between them gave them to
give it to you to keep well. I know that, if you me. I wish to return them, since the brothers
have the chance, you will win great fame and are ruined. Let them give them to the Cid, to
honor with it." him who in lucky hour was born. Since they
He kissed the Cid's hand and took the have to pay their debt, I do not want the
sword. Then the Cid Campeador rose up: money."
"Thanks to the Creator, and to you, Lord Fernando Gonzalez spoke: "We have no
King! I am
content as regards my swords, wealth in money."
Colada and Tizon. But I have another com- Then the Count Don Ramon answered:
plaint against the Heirs of Carrion. When "You have spent the gold and the silver. We
they took my two daughters from Valencia I pronounce in judgment before the King Don
gave them, in gold and in silver, three thou- Alfonso: Let them pay it in kind and let the
sand marks. While I was doing this they were Campeador accept it."
finishing what they had on hand. Let them Then the Heirs of Carrion saw that they
give me back my wealth, since they are no must pay. You would have seen many a
longer my sons-in-law." courser led up, many a strong mule, and
Then you would have seen the Heirs of many a seasoned palfrey; and many a good
Carrion complain! Said the Count Don sword and all kinds of arms brought. The Cid
Ramon: took all this as they priced it in the court. The
"Say yes or no!" Heirs of Carrion paid him who in lucky hour
The Heirs of Carrion answered: was born all but the two hundred marks that
"We gave the Cid Campeador his swords so King Alfonso held. They had to borrow from
that he would not ask us for anything else, for others, for their own wealth was not enough.
that ended his suit." They got out of that affair badly mocked at,
The Count Don Ramon answered: you may be sure!
"An it please the King, this is our opinion: The Cid took those goods. His men kept
that you should give satisfaction to the Cid for them and guarded them. After this was done,
what he complains of." they thought of other things. The Cid spoke:
EPICS AND ROMANCES 697
"Your grace, O Lord King, for the love of emperors; daughters of the petty nobles were
charity! I cannot forget my greatest com- not fitting for us. We did right to leave our
plaint Hear me, all ye of the court, and let my
. wives. We think more of ourselves for it, you
wrong grieve you! I cannot leave the Heirs of may know, and not less."
Carrion, who so evilly dishonored me, without The Cid Ruy Diaz looked at Pedro Vermu-
a challenge. Speak, how have I wronged you, dez:
Heirs of Carrion: in jest or in earnest or in any "Speak, Pedro Mudo, the Mute, Baron who
way? If I have I will make amends, according art so silent!I have their wives for daughters
to the judgment of the court. Wherefore did and thou for first cousins. When they say such
you tear off the sheaths of my heart? At your things to me they are giving thee earfuls. If I
departure from Valencia I gave you my answer, thou mayest not fight."
daughters, with very great honor and numer- Pedro Vermudez tried to speak. His tongue
ous goods. Since you did not want them, O was held back, for he stammered, and he
traitorous hounds, why did you take them could not begin. But, once started, you may
from Valencia their heritage? Wherefore did know, he did not stop:
you strike them with girths and with spurs? "I will tell you, Cid, you are always doing
You left them alone, in the Oak-Wood of that: calling mePedro Mudo, the Mute, in the
Corpes, with the wild beasts and the birds of courts. You know well that I cannot help it.
the forest. You are dishonored by all you did to But in what I have to do I will not be found
them. If you do not make amends for this, let wanting!
this court pronounce judgment." "Thou liest, Fernando, in all thou hast said.
The Count Don Garcia rose to his feet: Through the Campeador you gained much
"Your grace, O King, the best of all Spain! honor. I will tell you what you are like.
The Cid is growing used to the king's solemn Remember when we were fighting near Va-
court! He has let his beard grow and wears it lencia the Great; thou didst ask the first blows
long. Some are afraid of him and the rest he of the loyal Campeador; thou didst see a Moor
terrifies.Those of Carrion are of such high and go to attack him; thou didst flee before
birth that they ought not to have sought his reaching him. If I had not succored thee the
daughters Who ever gave them for
. . . Moor would have played a bad joke on thee. I
wives? They did right to leave them. Whatev- left thee behind and fought with him. I routed
er the Cid may say we prize no whit!" him with the first blows. I gave thee his horse,
Then the Campeador took hold of his and kept it all a secret. Until today I have not
beard : disclosed it to anyone. Before the Cid and
"Thanks be God, who rules heaven and
to before everybody thou didst boast that thou
earth! My long because it was grown
beard is hadst slain the Moor and done a deed worthy
with care. What ails you, Count, to insult my of a baron. They all believed thee, for they did
beard? Since it first began to grow it has been not know the truth. Thou art handsome, but
nurtursd with joy. No son of woman born has thou art not brave! Tongue without hands,
ever seized me by it nor has son of Moor or how darest thou speak?
of Christian plucked out a strand as I did "Say, Fernando, admit this: Dost thou not
out of yours, Count, in the Castle of Cabra! remember the adventure of the lion in Valen-
When I took Cabra, and you by the beard, cia, when the Cid was sleeping and the lion
there v /as no youngster who did not get a good broke loose? And thou, Fernando, what didst
handfi.l. The part I plucked has not even yet thou do in thy fear? Thou didst hide behind
grown as long as the rest I have the strand the bench of the Cid Campeador! Thou didst
here ir my purse." hide, Fernando; wherefore thou hast the less
Ferr ando Gonzalez rose to his feet. You fame today. We surrounded the bench to pro-
shall h ?ar what he said, in a loud voice: tect our Lord until the Cid awoke, he who
"En< your case, Cid. All your wealth is paid
I
conquered Valencia. He rose from the bench
back. Let not the quarrel grow between us and went towards the lion, who put his head
and yo a. We are by birth Counts of Carrion. down and waited for the Cid. He let the Cid
We ou;;ht to marry daughters of kings or of take him by the neck and put him in his cage.
698 THE ORAL TRADITION
When the good Campeador came back he saw Thou dost belch in the faces of those to whom
his vassals standing around. He asked for his thou givest the kiss of peace in church. Thou
sons-in-law but neither was to be seen. I defy speakest truth to neither friend nor lord. Thou
you as a villain and traitor. I will fight this out art false to all and, more, to the Creator. I do
here, before the King Don Alfonso, for the not care to have a share in thy friendship. I
daughters of the Cid, Dona Elvira and Dona shall make thee confess that thou art such as
Sol. By having left them you are dishonored. I say."
They are women and you, men. In every way Said King Alfonso: "Let the case rest.
they are worth more than you. If it please the Those who have challenged shall fight, so
Creator, when the battle takes place thou wilt help me God!"
confess this in the guise of a traitor! Of all Just as they finished, lo, two knights came
that I have said I shall prove the truth." through the court. One was called Ojarra and
The speech of those two ended there. You the other Inigo Jimenez. One came from the
shall hear now what Diego Gonzalez said: Heir of Navarre and the other from the Heir
"We
are by birth counts of the purest blood. of Aragon. They kissed the hands of the King
Would that those marriages had never been Don Alfonso. They asked his daughters of the
made to give me for father-in-law the Cid Cid Campeador, to be Queens of Navarre and
Don Rodrigo! We do not yet repent of having of Aragon, in honorable and lawful marriage.
left his daughters. They may sigh as long as At this news, all the court was silent to listen.
they live. What we did to them will be a The Cid Campeador rose to his feet:
reproach to them. I will fight for this with the "Your grace, King Alfonso, you are my
boldest of all: that we did honor to ourselves Lord! I thank the Creator for this, that they
in leaving them." ask me for my daughters, from Navarre and
Martin Antolinez rose to his feet: from Aragon. You, not I, married them be-
"Be silent, traitor, mouth without truth! fore. My daughters are in your hands. I will do
Thou shouldst not forget the adventure of the nothing without your command."
lion. Thou didst flee through the door and hide The King arose. He bade the court keep
in the courtyard. Thou didst take refuge be- silence:
hind the wine-press beam. Thou didst not "I beg of you, Cid, perfect Campeador, to
wear again thy mantle or thy tunic! I will be pleased to accept, and I shall give my
fight, without fail, to prove this: the daugh- consent. Let this marriage be authorized
ters of the Cid are more honored, you may today in this court, for it will add to your
know, in every way, than you, by your leaving honor and your lands and your fiefs."
them. After the combat thou wilt say with thy The Cid arose and kissed the King's hands:
mouth that thou art a traitor and hast lied in "Since it pleases you, I give my consent,
all thou hast said." Lord."
The speech of these two ceased. Asur Then the King said: "God give you good
Gonzalez came into the palace, his ermine guerdon! To you, Ojarra, and to you, Inigo
mantle and his tunic dragging. He came red- Jimenez, I authorize this marriage of the
faced, for he had just breakfasted. There was daughters of the Cid, Dona Elvira and Dona
little discretion in what he said: Sol; that he give them to you for the Heirs of
"What ho, Barons! Who
ever saw such a Navarre and of Aragon, in honorable and
misfortune? Who would have said we should lawful marriage."
gain honor from the Cid of Vivar? Let him go Ojarra and Inigo Jimenez rose to their feet.
to the Ubierna River to grind his millstones They kissed the hands of the King Don Alfon-
and collect his toll of corn, as is his wont! Who so, and then of the Cid Campeador. They
would have said he would marry with those of promised and swore the feudal oath, with
Carrion?" their hands between those of the Cid, that it
Then Muno Gustioz rose to his feet: should be as they had said or better. Many of
"Be still, villain, wicked and traitorous! that court were pleased, but not the Heirs of
Thou goest to breakfast before going to pray. Carrion. Minaya Alvar Fanez rose to his feet:
EPICS AND ROMANCES 699
"I ask your grace as my King and Lord wicked men and traitors. Heirs of Carrion,
and may this not displease the Cid Campea- you are Beni-G6mez, descended from Gomez
dor! I have not bothered you during all this Diaz, of a family which has brought forth
court; now I should like to speak of somewhat counts of worth and valor. But we know well
that concerns me." what they are like now. I thank the Creator
Said the King: "I shall be pleased to hear for this: that the Heirs of Navarre and of
you. Speak, Minaya, what you will." Aragon have asked for my cousins, Dona
"I beg you, all you of the court, to give heed Elvira and Dona Sol. Before, you held them in
to me, for I have a great quarrel with the your arms as equals; now you must kiss their
Heirs of Carrion. I, as representative of King hands and call them 'Queen'. You will have to
Alfonso, gave them my cousins. They took serve them, however much you may dislike it.
them honorably and lawfully to wife. The Cid Thanks be to the God of Heaven and to the
Campeador gave them great wealth. They King Don Alfonso, thus does the honor of the
left his daughters to our hurt. I defy them as Cid Campeador grow!"
Finland
The Kalevala sequence. But the Kalevala is not epic in the true
meaning of the word, since it lacks a central
The forming of the Kalevala, the cycle of tradi- heroic theme, and is little concerned with the fate
tional myth, lore, and stories of heroic action or stature of man in the universe. It is rather an
belonging to the Finnish people, affords interest- idealization of Nature, a joyous, exaggerated per-
ing comment on the whole process by which epic sonification of Nature, with broad symbolism of
comes into being, because it was given its final Good against Evil, and Light against Darkness.
form as late as the nineteenth century. heroes (the word Kalevala means Land of
Its
The Kalevala consists of 22,793 verses, ar- Heroes) are gods striving with one another, al-
ranged into some fifty runes, or cantos. The most playfully. Yet the stories have a freshness
meter of the verse singularly familiar because
is and exuberance that is matchless, and a point of
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow borrowed it for his view that is distinctive. Music, the power of song,
in no other mythological concept the
Song of Hiawatha. The mythology and the tales is
given
are th' stuff of folklore, the essence of early magic possesses in the Kalevala. It is the act of
it
Finnish thought, feeling, and imagination, as well creation itself. [From Babette Deutsch, Heroes of
as of Finland's weather and landscape. the Kalevala; Finland's Saga (Messner, 1940).]
Reaching back three thousand years, the
themes were shaped, preserved, and dispersed
The Two Suitors
by the bards and singers of succeeding genera-
tions. In the early part of the nineteenth century, It was early morning when old Vainamoinen
when European interest in traditional lore was at set out in his red boat with the blue and red
its hei;;ht, Elias Lbnnrot, a Finnish Doctor of sails.But he was not the first to rise that day.
Medicine, became aware of this native cycle. He His lovely sister, Annikki, had wakened be-
traveled the length and breadth of Finland, gath- fore daybreak and gone down to the shore to
ering tf e songs from the lips of peasant singers. wash her clothes. She had rinsed them and
In 1882 he and a companion physician, Zacharias wrung them out and spread them to dry, and
Topeliui, first published parts of the poem. Dr. now she stood up and looked over the sunlit
Lonnroi believed that the Kalevala was a true water. She was surprised to see a blue speck
epic, ar d he attempted to give it a unity of form far out among the waves. At first she thought
it was a flock of wild geese, and then she
by his ,
salmon. There were always nets in the boat, Country the one who was promised to
and a heap of tackle, and beating-poles. You you as a reward for forging the magic
have nothing of the sort. Where are you go- Sampo?"
ing?" Annikki knew very well that the smith had
"I am
going after wild geese. They are been thinking of nothing else for the past two
flying over the sound looking for food." years.
"I know you are lying," said Annikki. "I "While you are welding and hammering,"
have seen my father and my grandfather she went on, "making horseshoes all day and
before him go out after wild geese. They working at your sledge all night, so that you
carried tight-strung bows and had their may journey to fetch your bride, someone
hunting-dogs with them. You have no such cleverer than you is speeding there ahead of
thing. Tell the truth, Vainamoinen: where are you. I have just seen Vainamoinen in a boat
you going?" with a gilded prow and a copper rudder sail-
"Into battle," answered the old singer. ing for that cold and misty land."
"When a mighty fight is raging I cannot sit At this news Ilmarinen let his hammer
home quietly: I must join the other heroes drop to the floor of the smithy.
and give blow for blow." "Annikki," he promised, "I will make you
"Do you think I don't know what it means the finest shuttle. I will forge you rings for
to go into battle?" cried Annikki. "When my your fingers and two or three pairs of golden
father went to fight with other heroes he had ear-rings and five or six girdles with links of
a hundred men rowing with him, and a thou- silver. But you must do a favor for me, too,
sand men standing in the boat, and swords little sister. Go to the bath-house and kindle a
heaped under the seats. Tell me honestly, fire of small chips there and see that the
Vainamoinen, where are you going?" stones are properly hot, so that I can have a
"Well," said the old singer, "it is true I lied steam-bath. Fetch me some soap too, for I
a little. But now you the truth. I am
I will tell must wash off the coal-dust of a whole au-
going to the dark and misty Country of the tumn's labor, and the soot of a whole winter's
North, where people eat men and they even work."
drown heroes. But that does not matter to me, At once Annikki ran and got some branches
for I am going to fetch the dazzling Maiden of broken by the wind and burned them, and
the North Country to be my bride." gathered stones from the river and heated
When
Annikki heard this she gathered her them, and cheerfully fetched water from the
skirts inher hand, and letting her wash lie, holy well, and warmed the bath-whisks on the
she ran as fast as she could to the smithy. hot stones, and then she mixed milk and
There she found her brother Ilmarinen, the ashes and marrow-fat to make a fine soap.
mighty smith. He was hammering away at an And all the while that she was preparing the
iron bench with silver trimmings, and his bath-house, Ilmarinen worked at the trinkets
shoulders were covered with ashes from the he had promised her.
furnace and his head was black with soot. When Annikki came to tell him that the
EPICS AND ROMANCES 701
bath was ready, he gave her the rings and the neither of us will seize her by force, and that
ear-rings and the girdles and a splendid neither of us will marry her against her will."
head-dress as well, and marched off to the "I agree," said old Vainamoinen. "Let the
bath-house. He scrubbed himself and he girl be given to the husband of her choice, and
rubbed himself, he cleaned himself and he there will be no quarrel between us." He was
steamed himself. He washed his eyes till they sure that she would choose that famous sing-
sparkled and his face till it shone. He washed er, that great hero, the oldest magician, the
the soot from his neck till it was white as a glorious Vainamoinen. As for Ilmarinen, he
hen's egg, and his body till it glistened. Then was sure that she would choose the mighty
Annikki brought him a linen shirt and well- smith, the forger of the heavens, the welder
fitting trousers and fine stockings that his of the magic Sampo, the handsome Ilmari-
mother had woven when she was a girl. She nen.
brought him boots of Saxon make, and a blue So they traveled on, each by the path he
coat with a liver-colored lining, and a woollen had chosen. The boat sailed so fast that the
overcoat tailored in the latest fashion, with shore echoed with the noise of its speed. The
splendid fur to top it. She fastened a gold- horse ran so swiftly that the earth resounded
embroidered belt around his waist, and gave with the clatter of the swaying sledge.
him brightly colored gloves, and a handsome Before long there was loud barking in the
high-crowned hat that his father had worn as cold and misty region of the North Country.
a bridegroom. Ilmarinen looked splendid in- The grizzled house-dog bayed and wagged
deed. his tail to announce that strangers were near-
As soon as he was dressed in these rich ing.
clothes he told his servant to harness the "Go, daughter," said the Master of the
chestnut stallion and yoke him to the sledge, North Country, "find out what the house-dog
and fetch six golden cuckoos to sit on the is barking about."
frame and seven blue birds to perch on the "I have no time, father," said the girl. "I
reins and sing. If he appeared in this splen- must clean the big cow-shed and grind the
dor, heralded by singing birds, surely he corn between the heavy mill-stones, and then
would delight the dazzling girl and she would I must sift the flour."
consent to be his bride. Then he called for a The Master of the North Country turned to
bearskin to sit on and a walrus-hide to throw his wife, gap-toothed old Louhi.
over the sledge. "Go, old woman," he said, "and see why
Whe;n the servant had provided him with the house-dog is making that racket."
all these things, Ilmarinen begged the Cre- "I have no time," said old Louhi. "I must
ator to send a fine snowfall so that his sledge prepare dinner. I have an enormous loaf to
might glide swiftly over the drifts. The Cre- bake, but first I must knead the dough."
ator obliged him at once: the heath was soon "Women are always in a hurry, and girls
covered with snow, and the berry bushes are always busy toasting themselves before
were v/hite with it. the stove or lying in bed," complained the old
Ilmarinen cracked his whip and drove off, man. "Go, my son," he said, "and see what
praying for luck. He drove for a day and the matter is."
anotht r day and a third day, and on the third "I have no time," said the youth. "I must
day, a> his gay sledge went clattering along sharpen the hatchet, and there is a great pile
the shore, he overtook old Vainamoinen. of wood that I have to cut up into faggots."
The smith hailed the old singer out on the All this while the dog was out in the fur-
waters, and Vainamoinen waited to hear thest corn-field, wagging his tail briskly and
what 1 e had to say. yelping without pause.
"Lei us make a friendly compact," said "He isn't barking for nothing," said the old
Ilmari len. "We are both setting out to win the Master of the North Country. "He doesn't
dazzlii g girl for a bride. But let us agree that growl at fir-trees."
702 THE ORAL TRADITION
So he went to find out for himself. When he don't want old Vainamoinen. An old husband
reached the corn-field he saw a red boat sail- is a nuisance."
ing out in the bay and a gay sledge driving Just then old Vainamoinen steered his boat
along the shore. The old man hurried home to into the harbor and stepped out and came to
his wife. the house. He was no sooner within than he
"There are strangers coming. I wonder reminded the dazzling girl of her promise to
what it means." marry him, if he would make her a splendid
"We shall soon know," said crafty old boat out of the splinters of her spindle and the
Louhi. She called the little serving-maid to fragments of her shuttle.
lay a log on the fire. "But have you built such a boat?" she
"If the log sweats blood, the strangers asked.
mean trouble, but if it oozes water, their "Yes, truly have I!" answered old Vaina-
errand is a peaceful one." moinen. "A noble ship strong to face the
The gentle little serving-maid hastened to storms and light as a leaf on the waves."
place the choicest log on the fire. It did not "Oh, what do I care for seamen!" cried the
sweat blood, neither did it ooze water, but dazzling girl. "As soon as it blows up they
instead honey trickled from it and fell in want to set sail, and if the wind is in the east,
golden drops on the hearth. they frown and are gloomy. I do not want to
"Aha!" said old Louhi, delighted. "Those marry a man who thinks only of ships."
strangers must be noble suitors." And she Before old Vainamoinen could answer her,
hurried out into the court-yard. There she his brother the smith entered the house. The
could see the red boat with the gilded prow dazzling greeted Ilmarinen with a smile
girl
coming towards the shore, and a hero han- and handed him a great beaker of mead. But
dling the copper rudder. She saw too the gay Ilmarinen did not taste it.
sledge, with six golden cuckoos perched on "I will not put my lips to the drink before
the frame and seven blue birds on the reins, me," he said, "until I am granted the bride for
all singing at once, and a hero holding the whose sake I forged the magic Sampo, and
reins. for whom I have been longing these two
Old Louhi turned to her daughter, the daz- years."
zlingMaiden of the North Country. "That is all very well," said old Louhi slyly,
"Which of these heroes will you choose for "you may have my daughter for your bride,
a husband?" she asked. "That is old Vaina- but there is one task I must ask you to per-
moinen in the red boat. You remember the form first. There is a field full of vipers that
famous singer: he is bringing a cargo of must be ploughed. It has not been touched
treasure. In the sledge sits Ilmarinen, the since the Evil One, Hiisi, ploughed it long and
smith, but he comes empty-handed. Go fetch long ago."
a tankard of mead and hand it to the hero of Ilmarinen did not know how this was to be
your choice. Hand it to old Vainamoinen," she done, and sought counsel of the dazzling girl.
advised her daughter. "He is the wisest of all She told him to forge himself a coat of mail
heroes. Besides, his boat is loaded with treas- and iron shoes and a plough ornamented with
ure." silver and gold, and he would have no trouble
"I do not care for treasure," answered the in subduing the field of vipers. The smith took
dazzling girl, "nor for a wise man who is old. I her advice, clad himself in steel and iron,
will marry a young man, with bright eyes and hammered out the gold and silver for a great
strong hands, a man like the skilful smith, plough, and went to the open field. It was a
Ilmarinen, who forged the magic Sampo." fearsome place, thick with writhing serpents,
"You do not want to marry a smith, my but Ilmarinen spoke to them persuasively,
lamb," said crafty old Louhi. "You will have and advised them to get out of the way of his
to scrub his sooty aprons. When you are his sharp ploughshare. It was not long before
wife you will have to wash his sooty head." they all slipped off and out of sight. Then he
"I don't care," said the dazzling girl. "I ploughed the field and came to tell old Louhi
EPICS AND ROMANCES 703
that the task was accomplished and to ask for maiden had directed. Mounted on its wings,
his bride. that were broad as the sides of a boat, he flew
"You may have her," said the gap-toothed towards the dread river. The eagle was so
Mistress of the North Country, "if you catch huge that one great wing swept the sky and
the Bear and the Wolf that li ve in the forest of the other trailed the water. His iron talons
Tuoni, Lord of the Dead. Bring them to me dipped into the river and he whetted his flam-
muzzled and bridled, and the girl is yours." ing beak on the cliffs. He carried Ilmarinen
Crafty old Louhi knew very well that hun- swiftly to the shore of Tuoni's stream, and
dreds of heroes had gone on this errand, but there the two waited for the Pike to rise out of
none had ever come back. its muddy depths.
"It will be easy for you," said the dazzling But instead of the Pike, a wicked water-
girl, when the smith told her of this second sprite rose out of the river and snatched at
task. "You have only to sit on a rock where the Ilmarinen. It would have dragged him down,
spray of the waterfall sprinkles you, and there but the eagle took the wicked creature by the
forge a muzzle of the hardest steel and an neck and nearly twisted its head off and sent
iron bit. Neither Tuoni's Bear nor his fierce it down to the black muddy bottom.
Wolf can escape you then." Thenthe Pike of Tuoni rose slowly to the
So Ilmarinen stood on a rock in the midst of surface. He was no ordinary fish. He had a
the stream and in the spray of the waterfall tongue as long as two axe-shafts and teeth
forged himself what was needed. Then, with like those of a rake. His gorge was as wide as
the steel muzzle in one hand and the iron bit three great rivers and his back was the length
in the other, he went to seek the beasts of of seven boats. He opened his awful jaws and
Tuoni in the depths of the forest. He prayed to tried to seize Ilmarinen between his terrible
the Daughter of the Clouds to blind the ani- teeth.
mals with a mist so that they could not see But the eagle was not a small bird either.
him coming, and there in the dread forest of His beak was a hundred fathoms long, and
Tuoni he crept up on them and muzzled them his tongue the length of six spears, and each
with the magic bits and brought them both of his iron talons was like five scythes. He
back to old Louhi. rushed upon the Pike and struck at it fiercely.
"Here is the great Bear of Tuoni, and his But the Pike pulled at the eagle's broad wings
Wolf as well. Now give me your daughter," and tried to drag him under the water. Up the
said Ilmarinen. eagle soared into the air. He hovered there a
"I will give you my darling," answered old moment and then he dived. He struck one
Louhi, "as soon as you bring me the Pike that savage talon into the Pike's terrific shoulders,
swims in Tuoni's River. It is fat and scaly, and gave himself a purchase by fixing the
and it must be caught without a net, nor dare other talon firmly in the rocky cliff But he did
.
you grasp it with your hand." The old woman not thrust it deep enough and his talon
knew that hundreds of heroes had gone to slipped from the rock, and the Pike slid away
catch Tuoni's Pike, but not one had returned and dived into the water. The shoulder of the
from that adventure. fish was almost cloven in two and his sides
A th ird time the smith asked the maiden to were scored with the marks of the eagle's
help h:m. He could not imagine how the Pike steely claws, but he had escaped the great
was to be caught without using net or tackle. bird's clutches.
"Be of good cheer, Ilmarinen," said the Now the furious eagle, with fiery eyes and
dazzlii.g girl. "Forge yourself a fiery eagle, flaming wings, swooped a third time, seized
with t dons of iron and claws of steel and the monstrous Pike in his talons and dragged
wings ike the sides of a boat. He will dive into him out of the water. Then what a battle took
the Hi er of the Dead, and bring up Tuoni's place between the huge bird and the terrible
r
struggle continued. Finally the eagle made a Country did not thank him too graciously. She
mighty thrust and flapping his broad wings did not care that he had brought only the head
he bore the Pike off in triumph to the top of a of the Pike, the bones of which would truly
tall pine-tree. There he ripped open the belly make a noble chair, but she was angry be-
of the fish and tore the head from the neck cause he had performed every task she had
and began to feast. set him, and now she would have to give him
"Wicked eagle!" cried Ilmarinen in anger. her beautiful daughter.
"Why are you so greedy? You have destroyed As for old Vainamoinen, he was the sad-
the Pike that I was to carry back to old dest of all.
Louhi!" "A man should marry when he is young,"
But the eagle, having satisfied his hunger, he said gloomily, "and choose his life's com-
soared off into the heavens, breaking the panion early. It is a grief to be old and have no
horns of the moon in his flight. wife and no children."
Then Ilmarinen took the head of the terri- But Ilmarinen and the dazzling girl were
ble Pike and carried it back to old Louhi. full of joy, and eager for the preparations for
"Here is a present for you," he said. "You the wedding. And how the feast was ar-
can make a chair out of the bones in this head ranged, and what guests were invited, and
that will remain forever in the lofty halls of how the bride and groom fared, you shall
your house." hear.
The gap-toothed Mistress of the North
India
The Ramayana, one of the two major epics of After all the monkeys had assembled in Kish-
produced them. [From Dhan Gopal Mukerji, autumn fields. Distances vanished under
Rama, the Hero of India (Dutton, 1930).] their feet like sugar into the mouth of a child.
EPICS AND ROMANCES 705
Rama and Lakshmana were carried on the listeners. But Jambuban the bear-headed
backs of large monkeys who worked in relays. monkey who was Sugriva's Dewan (prime
And ere the first day was done they had minister) counselled, "With all the monkeys
covered a twentieth part of their journey. working every day every hour it will take ten
No sooner had the sun risen and set seven years to build that bridge to Ceylon. Ten years
times three than the cohorts of Rama stood without fighting will undermine the heart of
like clamorous forests on the edge of Cape every soldier. Bridge-building will make paci-
Comorin. They roared and shouted so loudly fistsof our warriors. O Rama, set not out upon
with joy that the "surge and thunder" of the thy plan to span the sea."
Indian Ocean was drowned as a sparrow's A sombre and profound pause followed. As
chirp by the wind whistling in an
is stilled if itwere unbearable Sugriva broke the si-
eagle's wing. There they stood, two men sur- lence. "I have pledged you, O Rama, that we
rounded by untold apes and baboons. Before shall rescue Sita for you. But I see no reason
them mile upon mile unfurled the blue ban- why we should toil to free all humanity from
ners of the sea. Wherever they peered the the menace of Ravana."
waste of waters stretched into forbidding im- Lakshmana answered, "King Sugriva, it is
mensity. your head, not your heart that speaks so.
After sunset as soon as the bivouacs had Prudence is a dweller in the house of reason,
been lighted and all the soldiers had been a miserly tenant in a narrow home. But what
comfortably settled in their separate camps Rama wishes is the truth. We should slay
Rama, Lakshmana, Sugriva, Jambuban, Ravana. Let us save not only Sita but all
Angada and Hanuman held a council of war. womanhood by slaughtering the demon vi-
"How span the ocean?" they questioned
to pers no matterhow long it takes."
one another again and again. Rama said, "We Then shouted Angada and Hanuman, "Thy
cannot leap over the ocean like thee, Hanu- words have converted us, O Lakshmana. We
man. Only a few tree-dwellers have thy skill are devotees at the shrine of thy truth. Let the
and strength. There is naught for us to do but bridge be built."
to build a bridge." "But ten years of civilian work will dry up
"A bridge on a vast ocean!" exclaimed the spring of our enthusiasm," reiterated
Jambuban and Sugriva. But the young, such Jambuban. "An army of civilians cannot
as Angada and Lakshmana, said, "It will take fight demons. Ferocious soldiers are needed
a long time to make. By the time it is complet- for that."
ed Sita and most of us will have grown old Another pause more depressing than the
and died." previous one followed. The monkeys turned
Hanuman cried, "Why do I not leap over to their faces toward Rama. Their instinct told
Sitaand bring her back on my neck. That will them that he had a noble idea in his mind.
rescue her quickly and save us a long task of That tiger-silencing one spoke softly like a
bridge -making." Rama smiled at them all and mother to her children:
said, 'It is not only for Sita's rescue that we "The bridge can be built in two years. We
have come, but also to put an end to Ravana may have to besiege Lanka for at least ten
and his demon-race. Sita is but one woman years after that."
amongst many who are exposed to attack by Sugriva grumbled, "How canst thou say
the Rfkshasas. It is not enough that we res- that?"
cue her alone. We must destroy all Lanka and "I have the means by which to do it,"
free a] I womanhood from the menace of Ra- rejoined Dasaratha's eldest-born. "Let us rest
vana. In order to do our task completely we for the night with perfect peace. On the mor-
must 1lave a vast army at Lanka's door. Sita row, friends, we shall commence the building
must ^vait until we build a bridge on which of the bridge."
our col torts can cross and annihilate the Rak- The force behind Rama's simple words was
shasas utterly." so great that the meeting broke up without
"Sac hoo, well spoken," shouted all his further discussion, and each monkey softly
706 THE ORAL TRADITION
walked away to his camp to bed. Only the two Lo, hardly a few minutes passed when their
men stayed together. Then, without speak- chief crawled up to Rama's lap and said,
ing, Rama signed Lakshmana to meditate. "Some monkey flung a rock the wrong way
The two princes folded their legs and sat and hit me. O Rama, I am dying."
But Rama
still praying and meditating. The stars strode said, "I will heal you," and he stroked the
across the sky and faded. The giants of the chipmunk three times with his hand. The
jungle roamed and clamoured while the vast previous night's meditation had given Rama
army of tree-dwellers slept. But the two men so much power that healing passed out of him
prayed for the help of Heaven, for the aid of and made the little beast whole in a trice. But
all four-footed beasts, and for the cooperation Rama's fingers left their marks on his body so
of birds. They sought also the assistance of that even now India's chipmunks wear coats
the Sun, the moon and the seasons. Each by of three stripes. Those are the finger marks
each the souls of the sleeping birds and beasts that their ancestors received at the building
answered, "Yes, we will help." The heavenly of the Rama-setu or Rama-causeway to Cey-
bodies, too, answered, "We come, Rama, to lon.
aid you as you ask." So while the world slept, The sea rose and fell but it was no longer
its waking soul pledged Rama to be his slave. heard; the sharp chirp of stones falling from
Such is the power that prayer and meditation bird-beaks, the crash and smash of rock and
can create! And because Rama was fighting timber, the hissing of the surf, the hammer-
to save not only his own bride but all humani- ing of boulder on boulder, the sinking of
ty the whole universe was glad to espouse his mammoth granite shafts in the deep, and the
cause. singing of those who worked and enjoyed
Thus that memorable night was spent. And work because they could sing, drowned all
long before the red wheel of the Sun had else. Thus toil became a joy, and joy a sereni-
churned the ocean into scudding gold, purple ty of the soul.
and amber birds were swarming with stones The day ended and the night was no less
in their beaks, leopards and lions were fling- like day, for the moon poured effulgence from
ing skulls and bones of their prey into the above in answer to the prayer of Rama. So the
deep, monkeys row upon row were pulling beasts of night toiled as had done those of the
down and rocks, elephants were plough-
trees day. Hammering of stone on stone rang loud-
ing up earth with their tusks and flinging it er than the storm smiting the "sapphire-
with their trunks, even Makara (Leviathan) silver" sea. So numerous were the beasts at
and his sea-concealed family rose to assist work that they wrought with "thunder-
Rama in his bridge-building. stilling" fury. Though Rama slumbered his
Last of all came the chipmunks. They friends toiled at night. Since they were not his
begged to Rama with sweet
be of service. slaves they forged the stone chain on the sea
thanks "Dip your bodies in the sea, roll
said, without regard to his presence or his absence.
yourselves in the sand, then go and shake the Toil became their joy. They loved him, hence
sand between the stones that the apes are they toiled, not lashed by overseers, not
joining together. Go, make mortar for me." cursed by leaders.
The chipmunks busied themselves at once.
Persia
Zal the White-Haired Kings. This book is not a book as we use the
term; it is a collection of legendary folktales,
Zal is the legendary hero of the Persian epic which was begun as early as the sixth century.
written by Firdausi (pen name) from the Book of These were written down, placed in the royal
EPICS AND ROMANCES 707
library, and added to through the ninth century. This brave old woman went to Sam, her
Firdausi, who had been commissioned to write face all smiles and her voice ringing joyfully,
them into verse by the ruler, completed his work as though she brought him only the best of
of thirty-five years in 1011; the poem is now the tidings. Yet inwardly her heart beat fearfully,
national epic. This legend of Zal is interesting of and she could hardly still the trembling of her
itself, but more so when we know that Zal was the limbs. "Rejoice, lord king," she said, "for you
father greatest of all Persian heroes,
of the have been much blessed by Ormuzd and you
Rustam; for the story of Sohrab and Rustam is have a son. He is as fine and beautiful a babe
one Persian tale that is widely known, thanks to as any father might wish for. From his lusty
Matthew Arnold. [From Tales of Ancient Persia, cries and sturdy limbs it is plain to all that he
retold from the Shah-Namaoi Firdausi by Barbara will be a strong man and a great warrior, a
Leonie Picard (Walck, 1972).] fitting son for any king." Sam leaped to his
feet, laughing aloud in his joy; and the nurse
Among who had fought the most val-
those went on hastily, "From the top of his head to
iantly for Minucher in his battle against his the soles of his feet he is without blemish,
great-uncles, Salm and Tur, had been the lord king. In one respect only he differs from
renowned young warrior Sam, king of Za- other children as indeed the son of a king
bulestan, a subject monarch who paid tribute should differ from the sons of all lesser men.
to the Great King. Sam had early won fame His limbs are ivory, his eyes are jet, and his
for himself as a fighting man, and he was little mouth is a red ruby. But his hair is
much respected as a brave and just ruler of priceless silver as pale as moonlight, as
his small country. white as the pure snow which crowns the
One day a son was born to Sam's fair young mountain tops. Your son is indeed the fairest
queen. The child's birth had been awaited of all children, lord king, so rejoice and give
eagerly, not only by his parents but by all in thanks to Ormuzd." At the frown that came to
the palace; yet when the boy was born there Sam's brow, and at the bewildered and unbe-
was no one in the queen's apartments with lieving look that came to his eyes, her voice
the courage to go to Sam with word of those faltered and ceased.
tidings which should have been so happy "What are you saying to me, woman? That
yet were not. For the child was like no other he has hair as white as snow? You jest with
child in all the world. He was fair and un- me. No newborn babe ever had snow-white
blemished in form and feature, with well- hair."
made limbs which promised to grow as "It is true, lord king," she whispered, terri-
no blemish. Overjoyed, father and son Sam and his son went gladly home; and
embraced; then both offered their thanks there, with great happiness and much cere-
to the Simurgh, who said to the youth, "It is mony, Sam named the youth Zal and pro-
time for us to part, yet today you are no less claimed him his heir.
my child than you were upon that day That Zal had been nurtured by a bird and
when I first found you, weak and help- had grown up far from the dwellings of men
less, and in the years to come my love and and that his hair was as white as snow, soon
my care will still be yours." She plucked a mattered as little to any in Zabulestan as it
feather from her wing and gave it to Sam's mattered to his father Sam. For Zal quickly
son, saying, "If ever you have need of my proved himself wise beyond his years, as
help, burn this feather of mine and I will great a warrior as Sam, and the best of horse-
know of it and come to you, wherever you men; and he was soon loved by all in Zabule-
may be." Once again she spread wide stan. To observe the ways of other men, he
her wings, and like a black cloud was gone, traveled much, not only about his father's
back to her aerie on the highest crag of Mount small kingdom, but also in the other lands of
Demavend. Minucher's empire.
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while the Odyssey recounts the adventures of
Greece (1962), which includes the above as well
Odysseus on his voyage home. Classic retellings as "The Fleece of Gold," "Theseus," and "Perse-
that faithfully preserve the spirit of Homer.
us."
Colum, Padraic. The Children's Homer; the Ad- MacKenzie, Compton, retel. Achilles; illus. by Wil-
ventures of Odysseus and The Tale of Troy; liam Stobbs. Aldus (London), 1972 (Golden Tales
illus. by Willy Pogany. Macmillan, 1962. (Grades
of Greece). (Grades 4-8)
5-7) Told with the ease of one who is immersed in
First published in 1918. The well-known Irish the literature of the classic tales, this single
poet and storyteller skillfully combines the Iliad volume is attractive in both the entertaining
and the Odyssey to make one continuous narra-
style and strong illustrations. See also Theseus
tive in rhythmic prose.
(1972); Jason (1972); and Perseus (1972).
Colum, Padraic. The Golden Fleece and the He- McLean, Mollie, and Ann Wiseman. Adventures of
roes Who Lived Before Achilles; illus. by Willy the Greek Heroes; illus. by W. T. Mars. Hough-
Pogany. Macmillan, 1962. (Grades 5-8) ton Mifflin, 1961. (Grades 4-5)
First published in 1921. Many strands of
A dramatic retelling of the hero myths for
Greek mythology are interwoven into one heroic
younger children. Told with simplicity and digni-
tale of Jason and the heroes who lived before
ty. Available in paperback.
Achilles.
Newman, Robert. The Twelve Labors of Hercules;
Farmer, Penelope. Daedalus and Icarus; illus. by illus.by Charles Keeping. Thomas Y. Crowell,
Chris Connor. Harcourt, 1971. (Grades 3-5)
1972. (Grades 4-7)
The story of Daedalus, his creation of the A straightforward telling of the life of Hercu-
labyrinth for the minotaur, and his subsequent les, centering on the twelve feats he had to
escape from the island of Crete by flight. The perform. A pronouncing glossary is at the end.
excitement of the telling is heightened by the
illustrations. Picard, Barbara Leonie, ed. The Iliad of Homer;
EPICS AND ROMANCES 711
illus. by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Walck, 1960. A vigorous retelling of the Icelandic saga.
(Grades 7-9) Based on the translation by William Morris and
An excellent rendering of the epic poem. A Eirik Magnusson published in 1869 under the
brief prologue and epilogue give added value to title The Grettir Saga.
the book.
Hosford, Dorothy. Sons of the Volsungs; adapt, by
Picard, Barbara Leonie, ed. The Odyssey of the author from Sigurd the Volsung, by William
Homer; illus. by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Walck, Morris; illus. by Frank Dobias. New ed. Holt,
1960. (Grades 7-9) 1949. (Grades 7-9)
Retold in forceful prose. A retelling in rhythmic prose of the story of
Sigurd and Brynhilde based on the two books of
Reeves, James. Heroes and Monsters; illus. by William Moms' epic, The Story of Sigurd the
Sarah Nechamkin. Blackie (London), 1969.
Volsung.
(Grades 4-8)
Directly told stories of such heroes as Odysse- Newman, Robert, retel. Grettir the Strong; illus.
us, Theseus, Jason, Heracles, Perseus, and other by John Gretzer. Crowell, 1968. (Grades 4-9)
myths. In the foreword it is pointed out that this saga
is based on the life of a man who actually lived in
Serraillier, Ian. A Fallfrom the Sky; the Story of a time when justice and vengeance were individ-
Daedalus; illus. by William Stobbs. Walck, 1966.
ually determined and bloody. Two translations
(Grades 4-6)
A (William Morris and Eirik Magnusson) have
satisfying presentation of the brief, tragic
been used in writing this book, which is written
story. See also The Clashing Rocks; the Story of
like a novel.
Jason.
Ian. Heracles the Strong; illus. by Schiller, Barbara, adapt, and retel.
Hrafkel's Saga;
Serraillier,
Rocco Negri. Walck, 1970. (Grades 5-9)
an Icelandic Story; illus. by Carol Iselin. Sea-
A straightforward telling that emphasizes the bury, 1972. (Grades 5-9)
This realistic story of a proud man who dealt
drama of the hero's life and the adventure in
out his own harsh justice and suffered outlawry
each of the twelve labors.
is told with a sense of immediacy that brings the
The Way of Danger: the Story of
Serraillier, Ian. 10th-century human quarrels and vengeance
Theseus; illus. by William Stobbs. Walck, 1963. into the present.
(Grades 4-7)
Schiller, Barbara. The Vinlanders' Saga; illus. by
Myths of Theseus vividly retold by an English William Bock. Holt, 1966. (Grades 6-9)
poet. See also The Gorgon's Head; the Story of
Perseus.
A forceful retelling of the Icelandic saga
based on the Vinland Sagas translated by
The Aeneid of Virgil; illus. by
Taylor, N.B., retel. Eirik Magnusson and Hermann Palsson.
Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Walck, 1961. (Grades 6 up)
The wanderings of Aeneas, the Trojan hero Treece, Henry, retel. The Burning ofNjal; illus. by
who was destined to find a new home for his Bernard Blatch. Criterion, 1964. (Grades 5-10)
Italy. An introduction relates this epic
"From this true story of Njal's burning, first
people in
to the Iliad and the Odyssey and gives brief
written down by an unnamed Icelandic author
characterizations of the Roman around the year 1280, we can learn much about
gods.
Northmen of the tenth and eleventh centuries:
Vale, Denise. Stories of the Stars; illus. by the the constant bickering among farming families;
author. G. Bell & Sons (London), 1971. (Grades the arrogant pride of men and the bitter taunting
3-6) of women; the ruthless following of useless
A graphic and interesting way of presenting feuds; the almost casual manslaughters in am-
the patterns of stars in the sky with their Greek bush; the carefree piratical voyaging abroad; the
mythological names and the stories of how they fearful belief in dreams and omens."
happened to be in the sky.
White, \nne Terry. Odysseus Comes Home from
the tea; illus. by Arthur Shilstone. Crowell, 1968 England
(Crowell Hero Tales). (Grades 4-7) Green, Roger Lancelyn. King Arthur and His
Odysseus' release from the nymph Calypso Knights of the Round Table; newly retold out of
and lis adventures before he reaches home are the old romances; illus. by Lotte Reiniger. Pen-
retold in an easy, flowing style.
guin, 1953. (Grades 5 up)
Relying chiefly on Malory, Roger Lancelyn
Iceland and Scandinavia (Norse) Green interposes and fills out the stories with
other stories such as Sir Gawain and the Green
French Allen. The Story of Grettir the Strong. 8th Knight. The result is that all the stories are fitted
ed. Eutton, 1950. (Grades 5-8) together to tell the story of Arthur's kingdom.
712 THE ORAL TRADITION
Hieatt, Constance. Sir Gawain and the Green Nye, Robert. Beowulf; a New Telling; illus. by
Knight; by Walter Lorraine.
illus. Thomas Y. Alan E. Cober. Hill and Wang, 1968. (Grades
Crowell, 1967. (Grades 3-5) 5-9)
A modern rendition that retains the flavor and A free re-creation of the story of Beowulf, this
cadence of King Arthur's court at Camelot. The adventure of fearsome dragon slaying becomes
author is not only a medieval scholar, but a good part of the story of Beowulf, a human being.
storyteller. See also The Knight of the Lion
The Joy of the Court (1971); The Knight Picard, Barbara Leonie, ed. Stories of King
Arthur
(1968); and His Knights; with wood engravings by Roy
of the Cart (1969); and The Sword and the Grail
Morgan. Oxford University Press, 1955. (Grades
(1972).
5-8)
Hosford, Dorothy. By His Own Might;Battles of The editor avoids the use of archaic phraseol-
Beowulf; drawings by Laszlo Matulay. Holt, ogy, yet keeps the spirit of the Middle Ages.
1947. (Grades 6-8)
One of the best prose versions of the Anglo- Picard, Barbara Leonie. Hero-Tales from the Brit-
Saxon epic. The heroic quality, the vigor, and the ish Isles; illus. by John G. Galsworthy. Criterion,
force of the original have been retained. 1963. (Grades 5-8)
Tales of the folk heroes of England, Scotland,
Macleod, Mary. The Book of King Arthur and His Ireland, and Wales. In brief notes the author
Noble Knights; Stories from Sir Thomas Malo- relates these characters to history and folklore.
ry's Morte d"Arthur; introduction by Angelo
Patri; illus. by Henry C. Pitz. Lippincott, 1949 Picard, Barbara Leonie, retel. Tales of the British
(Lippincott Classics). (Grades 5-8) People; illus. by Eric Fraser. Criterion, 1961.
Faithful to the spirit of the original, these (Grades 5-10)
than Malory or Lanier,
stories are easier to read
Marvels and heroic deeds of the different
and shorter than Howard Pyle's stories. peoples who settled in the British Isles: Iberian,
Celts, Romans, Saxons, Danes, and Normans.
McSpadden, J. Walker. Robin Hood and His Merry Brief introductions before each story help place
Outlaws; introduction by May Lamberton Beck- it historically, but the reader may read simply for
er; illus. by Louis Slobodkin. World, 1946 (Rain- enjoyment without them.
bow Classics). (Grades 6-8)
Stories of the beloved outlaw and his merry Pyle,Howard. The Merry Adventures of Robin
men who went forth from Sherwood Forest to rob Hood of Great Renown in Nottinghamshire;
the rich in order to help the poor. illus. by the author. Scribner, 1946. (Grades 4-7)
Noother version is comparable to this one by
Malcolmson, Anne, ed. Song of Robin Hood; music Howard Pyle. See also Some Merry Adventures
arranged by Grace Castagnetta; designed and of Robin Hood of Great Renown in Notting-
illus. by Virginia Lee Burton. Houghton Mifflin, hamshire, written and illus. by Howard Pyle.
1947. (Grades 7-9) This edition, adapted from his longer work, con-
A distinguished achievement. The editing of tains twelve stories while the other contains
the eighteen ballads from the Robin Hood cycle twenty- two.
is painstaking and scholarly. Each ballad is
Pyle, Howard. The Story of King Arthur and His
given in modern spelling and has been cut with-
out hurting the original story. For each ballad Knights; illus. by the author. Scribner, 1933.
Grace Castagnetta has given the original Eng- (Grades 5-8)
lish music as far as it could be found. The
One of the best versions of the King Arthur
stories. Followed by The Story of the Champi-
illustrations are remarkable in their exquisite
ons of the Round Table; Sir Launcelot and His
design.
Companions; and The Story of the Grail and
Malory, Sir Thomas. The Boy's King Arthur; Sir the Passing of Arthur.
Thomas Malory's History of King Arthur and The Kitchen Knight;
Schiller, Barbara. illus. by
His Knights of the Round Table; ed. by Sidney
Nonny Hogrogian. Holt, 1965. (Grades 3-5)
Lanier, illus. by N. C. Wyeth. Scribner, 1917 An Arthurian legend of Gareth, who is knight-
(Scribner Illustrated Classics). (Grades 5-9) ed at the end of his term as kitchen boy at King
Lanier's version follows Malory's Morte d'Art-
Arthur's court.
hur, which was published by Caxton in the latter
part of the fifteenth century. Ian. Beowulf, the Warrior; illus. by
Serraillier,
Severin. Walck, 1961. (Grades 7-9)
Malory, Sir Thomas. King Arthur; stories from the The British poet retells the Anglo-Saxon verse
author's Morte d'Arthur; retold by Mary Mac-
epic.
by Herschel Levit; afterword by Clif-
leod; illus.
ton Fadiman. New ed. Macmillan, 1963 (Mac- Serraillier,Ian. The Challenge of the Green
millan Classics). (Grades 5-8) Knight; illus. by Victor G. Ambrus. Walck, 1967.
An attractive edition of the Arthurian leg- (Grades 6-8)
ends. A spirited retelling in modern verse of the
EPICS AND ROMANCES 713
medieval epic Sir Gawain and The Green Stephens, James. Irish Fairy Tales; illus. by Ar-
Knight. thur Rackham. Macmillan, 1920; reissued 1968.
(Grades 5-12)
Serraillier, Ian. Robin in the Greenwood; Ballads The poet and writer James Stephens has told
of Robin Hood; illus. by Victor G. Ambrus. these ten hero tales and legends with the spirit
Walck, 1968. (Grades 5-9) and style of absolute belief.
Since the story of Robin Hood was told origi-
nally in ballad form, this is a form that naturally Sutcliff, Rosemary. The High Deeds of Finn Mac
suits. These are not the traditional ballads, but Cool; by Michael Charlton. Button, 1967.
illus.
Sutcliff, Rosemary. Beowulf; illus. by Charles Sutcliff,Rosemary. The Hound of Ulster; illus. by
Victor Ambrus. Button, 1964. (Grades 6-9)
Keeping. Button, 1962. (Grades 6-9)
A distinguished prose version hewing close to A retelling in strong poetic prose of the ex-
the original. ploits of Cuchulain.
O'Faohiin, Eileen, comp. Irish Sagas and Folk Nye, Robert. Taliesin; illus. by Borothy Maas. Hill
Tales; illus. by Joan Kiddell -Monroe. Oxford & Wang, 1967. (Grades 6-8)
University Press, 1954 (Oxford Myths and Leg- A story from the Mabinogion tells of the in-
ends ). (Grades 5-8) credible, joyous exploits of Taliesin, a Welsh
A good introduction to the wonders of Irish poet.
folkl >re. Eileen O'Faolain retells the sagas with and adapt. Erec and Enid;
Schiller, Barbara, retel.
a simplicity that retains the majesty of the origi- by Ati Forgerg. Button, 1970. (Grades 4-7)
illus.
nal tiles. A charmingly told adventure and romance in
Reeves James. Maildun the Voyager; illus. by
which one of Arthur's knights rides off to avenge
Rocc an insult and finds his own true love.
Negri. Walck, 1971. (Grades 5-9)
D
Ve ngeance spurs Maildun, but when he final-
ly a tches up with his father's murderer, the Arabia
desir j for vengeance has changed. Maildun's
voya ;es are filled with events of a marvelous and Bavis, Russell. Ten Thousand Desert Swords; the
extn ordinary nature. Freely adapted from a Epic Story of a Great Bedouin Tribe, by Russell
trans lation of an Irish manuscript, dated around Bavis and Brent Ashabranner; illus. by Leonard
1100 Everett Fisher. Little, Brown, 1960. (Grades 7-9)
714 THE ORAL TRADITION
One of the great epics of Arab literature of the death of Roland and Oliver and the final triumph
Bani Hilal tribe of desert warriors who roamed of Charlemagne over the Saracens.
throughout ancient Arabia, Iraq, and Syria into
northern Africa. Williams, Jay. The Horn of Roland; illus. by Sean
Morrison. Thomas Y. Crowell, 1968. (Grades
4-6)
Austria The most familiar episodes from the "Song of
Roland" retold for younger children.
Sawyer, Ruth, and Emmy Molles. Dietrich of
Berne and the Dwarf King Laurin; illus. by
Frederick T. Chapman. Viking, 1963. (Grades Germany
4-6)
The blending of the magical with the histori- Almedingen, E. M. The Treasure of Siegfried;
illus. by Charles Keeping. Lippincott, 1965.
cal makes the book a good introduction to legen-
(Grades 7-9)
dary hero tales.
A one of the greatest of the Ger-
retelling of
man heroic epics. See also The Story ofGudrun,
Denmark illus. by Enrico Arno (Norton, 1967).
Baldwin, James. The Story of Siegfried; illus. by
Crossley-Holland, Kevin. Havelok the Dane; illus. Peter Hurd. Scribner, 1931 (Scribner Illustrated
by Brian Wildsmith. Button, 1966. (Grades 8-9) Classics). (Grades 6-8)
The author has retold in a vigorous manner The
best rendition for children of the Sieg-
the original story based on legendary material
fried legendsbased on the Eddas, the Volsunga
from the Viking period.
Saga, and the Nibelungenlied.
Havelok the Dane; illus. by Elaine
Serraillier, Ian.
Picard, Barbara Leonie. German Hero-Sagas and
Raphael. Walck, 1967. (Grades 4-8) Folk Tales; illus. by Joan Kiddell-Monroe. Ox-
A vigorous retelling in prose of the famous 1958 (Oxford Myths and Legends). (Grades
ford,
medieval poem, The Lay of Havelok the Dane,
5-8)
about the son of the King of Denmark who grew
Hero sagas: Gudrun; Dietrich of Berne; Wal-
up in poverty and kept his royal birth a secret ther of Aquitaine; and Siegfried. Several folk-
until he was able to return and claim his king-
tales are also included.
dom.
Hawaii
Finland
Brown, Marcia. Backbone of the King; the Story
Deutsch, Babette. Heroes of the Kalevala; Fin-
of Paka a and His Son Ku; illus. by the author.
land's Saga; illus. by Fritz Eichenberg. Messner,
Scribner, 1966. (Grades 7-9)
1940. (Grades 6-9)
Hawaii's ancient culture has been captured in
A distinguished retelling of the Finnish epic, this distinguished tale of legendary heroism.
by a well-known poet. Marcia Brown found the legend while living in
Kaplan, Irma. Heroes of Kalevala; illus. by Bar- the Hawaiian Islands. She based the retelling on
bara Brown. Frederick Muller (London), 1973. The Hawaiian Story of Paka a and Kuapaka a
(Grades 4-6) the Personal Attendants of Keawenuiaumi, of
A simple retelling of some of the exploits and Moses K. Nakuina. More than fifty linoleum
adventures of Wanambinen, Ilmarinen, and woodcuts reflect a strength equal to the epic
other characters of the Finnish epic. quality of the legend.
Thompson, Vivian L. Aukele the Fearless; illus. by
France Earl Thollander. Golden Gate Junior Books,
1972. (Grades 4-7)
Baldwin, James. The Story of Roland; illus. by Aukele, the youngest of eleven brothers, is the
Peter Kurd. Scribner, 1930 (Scribner Illustrated favored of his father, the persecuted of his oldest
Classics). (Grades 6-8) brother. Magic comes to Aukele's aid, not only
Legends of Charlemagne and his nephew Ro- with his brothers, but with his sorceress wife.
land woven into a continuous narrative. This story originated in Tahiti and was brought
to Hawaii.
Sherwood, Merriam, ed. The Song of Roland; illus.
by Edith Emerson. Longmans, 1938. (Grades
7-9) Hungary
Based on the Oxford manuscript, this excel-
lent prose version of the Chanson de Roland Seredy, Kate. The White Stag; illus. by the author.
begins with Ganelon's treachery and covers the Viking, 1937. (Grades 7-9)
EPICS AND ROMANCES 715
Books
Persia
Abbott, Charles D. Howard Pyle; introduction by
Ensor, Dorothy. The Adventures of Hatim Tai; N. C. Wyeth. Harper, 1925.
illus. by Pauline Baynes. Walck, 1962. (Grades
The chapters "Magic Casements" and "The
Middle Ages" deal particularly with his books for
5-6)
Aa children.
adaptation of a lengthy Persian hero tale
aboi t the legendary feats of Hatim Tai. Brown, A. C. L. Origin of the Grail Legend. Har-
vard University Press, 1943.
Picard Barbara Leonie, retel. Tales of Ancient
Persia; retold from the Shah-Namaof Firdausi. Bulfinch, Thomas. Mythology; the Age of Fable;
Wai. k, 1972. (Grades 5-9) the Age of Chivalry; Legends of Charlemagne;
R astern, son of Zal, is a continuing hero in
*
thes tales of warring adventures of pre-Islamic
: See also Bibliography following Myths and
times. Legends.
716 THE ORAL TRADITION
illus.by Elinore Blaisdell. Rev. ed. Thomas Y. Homer. The Odyssey of Homer; tr. with an intro-
Sturluson, Snorri. The Prose Edda; tr. from the "Dhan Mukerji and His Books," by Elizabeth See-
Icelandic with an introduction by Arthur Gil- ger. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 13, July-
christ Brodeue. American Scandinavian Foun- Aug. 1937, pp. 199-205.
dation, 1929. "The Hero Within," by Marcia Brown, Elementary
Warner, Rex. The Stories of the Greeks; illus. with English, Vol. 44, March 1967, pp. 201-207.
photographs. Mac Gibbon and Kee, 1967. "Howard Pyle," by Thornton Oakley. The Horn
Three books are republished here: Men and Book Magazine, Vol. 7, 1931, pp. 91-97.
Gods (1950), from Ovid's Metamorphoses;
Greeks and Trojans (1951), dramatic account of Lawson, Robert. "Howard Pyle and His Times," in
Illustrators of Children's Books; 1744-1945,
the Trojan war; The Vengeance of the Gods
The Horn Book, 1947.
(1954), material from Greek plays.
"Legends of the Grail," by Gwendolyn Bowers. The
Weston, Jessie L. From Ritual to Romance. Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 42, Feb. 1966, pp.
Doubleday Anchor, 1957 (originally pub. by 37-42.
Cambridge University Press, 1920).
"The Newer Interpretations of Epic Heroes," by
Woolf, Virginia. The Common Reader. Harcourt, Ula W. Echols. Children's Library Yearbook,
1925. American Library Association, No. 4, 1932, pp.
"On Not Knowing Greek," pp. 39-61. 48-56.
"Our Northern Heritage," by Dorothy Hosford. The
Articles Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 23, Sept.-Oct. 1947,
pp. 371-377.
Auslander, Joseph, and Frank Hill, "Blind Homer," Sayers, Frances Clarke. "The Flowering Dusk of
in The Winged Horse; The Story of the Poets Ella Young," in Summoned by Books; Essays
and Their Poetry. Doubleday, 1927, chap. 4, pp. and Speeches by Frances Clarke Sayers. Viking,
19-30. 1965, pp. 133-139.
"The Changing Styles in Dragons from Fafnir to "Unafraid of Greatness," by Jessica Wood. The
Smaug," by Ruth M. Stein. Elementary Eng- Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 32, Pt. I, April 1956,
lish, Vol. 45, Feb. 1968, pp. 179-183, 189. pp. 127-136; Pt. II, June 1956, pp. 212-218, 222.
718
Storytelling
major concern the telling of a story. What happened, and to whom, and
where? These are the elemental motives that bind us together in the web of
humanity.
Before the advent of printing, storytelling was the chief means of
recording and preserving history as well as ideas and remembered emotion.
In early history, the story was probably a simple narrative recounting the
day's events: the hunt, the chase, the capture, and the kill. But with time
and development, storytelling came to include an account of the emotions
attending the event: the fear and hope, the courage and cowardice, and the
desperate search for aid from the unknown. From these beginnings devel-
oped the ability to tell all that people felt and observed about life, and the
behavior of others; premonitions and theories, beliefs and tabus. They used
the telling of tales as a means of giving form to religion, laws, wit and
humor, and the practicality of everyday life. Without the art of storytelling,
there would be no mythology, no epic literature, no way for the generations
to have reached beyond their allotted time to touch and teach the genera-
tions yet to come. This is the heritage of storytelling: the great body of
folklore made up of myth and legend, fable, folktale, ballad and romance,
epic and saga. When children hear these old tales from the great, anony-
mous, oral tradition, they are aligned, as it were, with the past, better able,
therefore, to understand the present and to sense the future.
Storytelling offers a direct approach to children. The events of the
appropriately chosen and well-told story can be counted upon to catch and
hold their interest. In addition, there is the flattery of sharing, either as an
individual listener or as a part of the group, an experience with an adult, on
terms of seemingly absolute equality. The warmth of the voice, the
intimacy, the sense of direct, sincere, and eager communication between
teller and listeners; these are responsible for the unique relationship
between storyteller and audience. Good storytelling breaks down barriers:
differences in age, the fear or awe in which children sometimes hold their
elders. Tell children a story they enjoy, and they look upon you as an equal,
trust you with revelations they would never have thought of sharing, and
attribute to you interests you may not have. "Did you get many toys for
Christmas?" a small boy asked an experienced storyteller. They had liked
the same stories. It was logical, then, that their interests should run
parallel in the matter of Christmas luck.
How greatly the imagination of children is stimulated by this art of
storytelling! They must themselves build the scene and setting with their
inner eye. There are no moving pictures, no painted backdrops, no sound
accompaniments, no mood music, no film strips: only the modulation of the
voice and the words, an occasional involuntary gesture, a change of pace, a
pause only these to tell them how to define the threat, the conflict, and the
resolution. Yet in this art all the emotions find expression, and the ima-
ginary is given the bone and sinew of reality. Through the storyteller's art
children learn to appreciate and enjoy the sound of the language. In this
day of pictorial emphasis, when the visual is used increasingly as a method
of communication, it would seem that the scope of language is lessened. As
far as the written language is concerned, the tendency is to simplify its
structure, limit its vocabulary, and narrow its subtleties of feeling and
using language in all its variability. Those who cannot or will not under-
stand the printed page may listen beyond their years and their comprehen-
sion. The ancient art of storytelling now is freshly acclaimed as an able
partner in this audiovisual age.
The first step in the long discipline of becoming a good storyteller: the
choice of a story to tell. It should be a tale worthy of the emphasis that the
voice and the spoken word give it. Every weakness of structure, every false
feeling becomes apparent when the voice and personality of the storyteller
add their dimension to the tale. Many a story that may seem to have charm
when it is read falls flat when it is told.
The one in which the conflict is well-defined,
story that tells well is the
the action moves directly to the climax of the conflict, and the ending
resolves all difficulties with satisfying finality: in short, the dramatic story,
the story in which action is paramount, and everything superfluous to the
main purpose of the story is omitted. A good story is built like the clear,
curving line of an arch, each part closely related to the others, the incidents
of the tale, like the stones of the arch, moving up to the keystone the
climax and then falling away to the other side. Folktales are, for the most
part, constructed in this way. It is for this reason that the storyteller will
find the basis for a personal repertoire in folklore. The folktales were
shaped to the tongue by generations of use. The neophyte storyteller will
learn to recognize the tellable by reading deeply in the oral tradition.
The uses you wish to make of a story may sometimes lead to the choice of
a weak or contrived tale. The hunt is always on for stories for special
occasions those minor holidays so troublesome to teachers, librarians,
and program -makers; even Christmas stories present a hazard. The zeal to
teach some specific attitude in children or to point up a good habit often
leads to a search for stories that were written for the purpose. The
temptation may be strong to relax the storyteller's critical judgment in
favor of the message. It is the better part of wisdom to hew to the line of
structure, to think in terms of the story's integrity the drama, action,
mood, and total effect and leave lesser messages to a less effective
medium than storytelling.
The excellent story, like all excellence in art, is full of meaning, morality,
and nourishment of the spirit, but meaning cannot be wrung from it, like
water out of a rag.
The choice of a story should also be governed by its appeal for the
storyteller, for it stands to reason that your best efforts are commanded by
your own choice. Choose a story then, for which you have a genuine liking,
or better still a strong liking. The story will be as much a part of you as your
own thumb by the time you have mastered it, and therefore it had better be
a tale you love. The choice of a simple, short folktale is a wise one for the
beginning storyteller. Save for years of experience the longer and more
sophisticated tales of Laurence Housman, Oscar Wilde, Hans Christian
Andersen, and Frank Stockton.
After a choice of the story is made, consider it. Define first, in your own
mind, the prime reasons for its appeal to you. What did you like about it?
Was it the plot a tale of adventure, a giant to be overcome, a magnificent
array of perils? Was it the mood poetic, romantic, humorous or nonsensi-
cal? Let us assume that the story you have chosen is "Molly Whuppie"
(which appears in the folktale chapter). It is rather long, for a first story, but
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it isa strong story, exciting in its series of events, and you choose it. It is
that rare thing, an adventure story in which the main character is a heroine
rather than a hero, and it is a story that appeals to all ages. You have read it
once, and you like it. Read any notes that accompany the text to discover its
origins. Many of its motifs you will recognize: the desertion of children, the
recurrence of the number three (three children, three tasks); the changing
of the sleeper's garb.
The beginning of this story states briefly and immediately how perilous
life is. Don't dwell upon Don't question whether or not the desertion is
this.
going to make some child feel insecure. Don't contrive some other begin-
ning that shows that this is the best of all possible worlds. Accept the
story-opening, as children accept it, in its proportionate relation to the story
as a whole. The action moves forward. The three children walk out of the
great forest seeking shelter. They find a giant's house where the peril is
great. There is the first escape from the house. Then Molly must return to
the giant's house three times. Twice she goes on behalf of her two sisters,
and the third time on her own behalf. By dint of great courage, and wit and
daring, she succeeds and finds husbands for her sisters and a prince for
herself into the bargain. There are the bones of the tale. Mull them over in
your mind, and ponder on their vitality, the ingenuousness of the invention,
the magnificent symbols of adventure. What is the mood of this story?
Name it and define it for yourself, so that when you come to learn the story
you will orchestrate it, as it were, within its key mood. The mood of Molly
Whuppie is robust and bold, and courage and dauntlessness are the chief
characteristics. Sound the mood in your subconscious mind so that it will
color and control your telling of the story.
Now read the story over and over. Do not memorize it either word by
word or paragraph by paragraph, but read it over and over until you know
absolutely what are the successive steps in the course of its action. Test
yourself by closing the book and making a list of the hinges of action in
proper order.
'
By learning the hinges of action in this way, you are sure of your control
of the story. It will belong to you forever. If you do not tell the story for
years, one quick reading will bring it back to you.
The next step is to build, in your imagination, the landscape, the setting,
the scenes of your story. This is of major importance. The one immutable
law of story telling is to see with your inner eye everything of which you
speak. When you have accomplished this, your story will have such an air
of conviction that you will be able to tell it as though you were telling
something that happened to you. This is an imperative quality for the
master storyteller: to see what you relate. You speak of the forest. Bring
to your mind's eye the image of any forest, wood, or grove you have yourself
known or seen pictured. Feel the word as you say it, and above all see it!
Castles, giants, bridges of one hair, these you must imagine, but never fail
to see them as you speak their names. Look at pictures of castles and set
one up in your mind. Where does the giant's house stand in your telling of
the story? To the right, or the left of the picture. Do the children come from
left or right? What kind of bed does the giant sleep on? Is it a four-poster or a
crude matter of skins stretched across a wooden frame? Train yourself to
see and you unconsciously give your audience time to see also. The pace of
your story will cometo fit action and scene. You must give your story depth
and conviction, setting and atmosphere, before you can make it live for
your listeners.
It was told of Ibsen, the great Norwegian dramatist, that before he set
pen to paper in writing his plays, he sketched out the whole life experience
of his characters as he imagined them, documented their lives up to the
moment when he was to present them for a given time in his drama. The
storyteller must build his setting and characterization in this same manner.
Look at your story once more, this time with an eye to its climactic parts.
Where is the highest point? Build toward it, as you tell, and change pace as
you near it, so that the audience may know the pleasure of anticipation.
What other bits are pleasurable and invite lingering? When all this is
accomplished, it is time to consider the role of memorization. There will be
certain turns of phrase you like, and want to remember, or refrains that are
important to the story:
"Woe worth ye, Molly Whuppie,
Never ye come again."
"Twice yet, Carle, I'll come to Spain."
These can be consciously memorized. As for the rest, you will find the story
so familiar to you that you begin to think of it as your own brainchild.
Certain stories must be memorized, because the style in which they were
conceived is vital to the story. This is true of Kipling's Just So Stories,
which would lose at least half of their charm were they told in words other
than the author's, and certain stories of Carl Sandburg demand the same
memorization. But if these stories are studied in the manner suggested
here, the memorization will present little difficulty.
The danger of depending on memorization alone is that if you lose one
part of the story, a word or phrase, in a moment of panic, or if some
occurrence interrupts the even flow of your memory, you are apt to lose the
thread of the whole tale. But if you have learned the hinges of action, you
can go on under your own steam, come what may.
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By this time, you are saturated with your story, and ready to tell it. It is a
good practice to tell aloud to yourself, for by this means your own ears are
able to tell you whether or not you have variation in pace, or have by use of
a judicious pause indicated the climatic points of the story for the greater
enjoyment of the audience. The use of a tape recorder is valuable at this
stage. It reveals the best of your speech habits, as well as the worst, and
clearly defines the areas that must be worked upon and improved.
Do not be discouraged if the first efforts are something less than your
hopes. The element that will hold the children is your belief in the story,
your sincerity in presenting it, your absolute control of all the story is
capable of revealing. If you are sure of these elements, the children will
forgive you everything else. You will learn from their reactions much that
you need to know: the value of a pause; when to speed up the telling of the
tale in the repetitive sequences, for example.
The fascination of storytelling lies in the fact that it is never completed,
never finished, for in each telling the story is re-created. The audience, the
atmosphere of the place, the inner weather of the storyteller: there are
dozens of intangible, mysterious forces that contribute to the growth of a
story. "I make the story as I tell it," Ella Young, the noted Irish storyteller
once said. She did not mean that she created the events of the story. She
meant that the story took on the quality of the audience's collective
response to it. Sometimes one face in the group will call forth your deepest
feeling. Sometimes, when you are unlucky, you will feel that you speak to
stone walls. Each of these experiences increases your power to convey
feeling, to build a mood, to catch and transport people beyond themselves.
Certain obvious circumstances may be avoided: a room that is uncom-
fortable; too many children crowded together; children of too diverse age
range. It is foolish to attempt to tell stories to children ranging in ages from
three to thirteen in the same story hour. After you have presumably
perfected your art, you have the right to demand certain basic considera-
tions for the telling.
Even as an experienced and skillful storyteller, you will hold no place
comparable to your position of power in the primitive societies of untaught
men and women. But the old tradition persists in certain regions of our own
country (the mountains of the South, for example, and among many of the
American Indians), in the Orient, in Mexico, in parts of Europe (Russia,
Wales, Ireland). For the unsophisticated or the unlettered, storytelling is
still the chief source of entertainment. The public libraries of the country
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Colum, Padraic. Storytelling New and Old; illus. by Jay Van Everen. Macmillan,
1968.
Lists
Articles
"The Art of Storytelling," by Elizabeth Nesbitt. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 21,
Nov. 1945, pp. 439-444.
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"Beginning with Beowulf," by Rosemary Sutcliff The Horn Book Magazine, Vol.
.
"Over the Drawbridge and Into the Castle," by Ruth Hill Viguers. The Horn Book
Magazine, Vol. 27, Jan. 1951, pp. 54-62.
The Ruth Sawyer Issue of The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 41, pp. 474-486.
Sawyer, Ruth. "Storytelling Fifty Years A-Growing," in Reading Without Bounda-
ries, ed. by Frances Lander Spain. New York Public Library, 1956, pp. 59-64.
Storytelling Number of The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 10, May 1934.
"A Storyteller's Approach to Children's Books," in The Contents of the Basket, ed.
by Frances Lander Spain. New York Public Library, 1960, pp. 51-59.
"Storytelling and Stories I Tell," by Gudrun Thorne-Thomsen. In Memoriam; a
pamphlet. Viking, 1956.
"Time To Tell an Andersen Tale," by Ruth Sicherman. Top of the News, Vol. 30,
Jan. 1974, pp. 161-168.
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Th iere
, is always a puzzled expression on children's faces when they are
asked to distinguish between what is "real" in books and what is not. The
fiction that they read must seem real if it is to be enjoyed and felt with the
complete immersion of self that good fiction demands. The distinction
between "real" and "unreal" books may actually be rather shallow when
the writer behind the work is considered. For is it not the writer's percep-
tions, shaping of plot, and portrayal of characters that form a created
world? Here is the essence of fiction reality transformed and heightened
through another's vision, a world in which the reader may see more clearly,
explore emotions more fully than would be possible in actual life.
This vision of Me, seen through an altered lens, is called fantasy. But it
is a vision in which the writer's invention gives the reader access to a
different kind of reality, sometimes more subtle, more intangible, more
symbolic. An entire perception may be shifted when a completely new
world is created, as it is with Mary Norton's "borrowers." Or a single
element may be changed, as the lack of gravity in The Light Princess.
E. Nesbit's children have the same kind of characterization and behavior in
her realistic stories as in those in which a magical element becomes part of
the plot. The focus in fantasy may be altered, but it is only another, inner
way of viewing. Underneath the inventive nonsense of Alice's adventures
is the logical mind of Lewis Carroll playing with the illogic of conventional
behavior. Both fiction, as an image of the real world, and fantasy, as an
image of an altered one, have their quests and adventures, their share of
humor, terror, and small revelations. Both have their ranges of style,
emotion, and form. Both together inhabit the storied world.
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"The I best part of books," according to Oswald Bastable, "is when things
are happening. That is the best part of real things too." 2
It is difficult to better this statement for brevity or depth of insight. It
goes to the heart of the matter. As a young reader in the library recently
remarked, pointing out a book on a rack, "That's a good book, but it takes a
long time before anything happens."
Oswald's superior wisdom leaves no doubt, either, that fiction has it over
real life. Because he is in charge of telling the story of the Bastables, he is
not going to tell the reader everything that happened, just "the nice,
interesting parts and in between you will understand that we had our
meals and got up and went to bed and dull things like that." 3
Oswald, of course, is the voice of E. Nesbit, the writer of The Adven-
tures of the Bastables, and she knew what she was about in letting
Oswald, with disarming slips, tell the story of himself and his brothers
and sisters. The difference between Nesbit and her forgotten contempo-
raries goes deeper, however, than her inventive plots, her lifelike child
How enormous the frustration and despair of the child are at moments
of unrelieved defeat can be seen from his temper tantrums, which are
the visible expression of the conviction that he can do nothing to
improve the "unbearable" conditions of his life. As soon as a child is
able to imagine (that is, to fantasize) a favorable solution to his present
predicament, temper tantrums disappear; the hope for the future
makes the present difficulty no longer insufferable. Random physical
discharge through kicking and screaming is then replaced by thought
or activity designed to reach a desired goal, either now or at some
future date. 4
While fiction does not deal with the wonderful magic of folklore, it does
provide another arena where children can project themselves into an active
role and imagine themselves as ingenious, clever, brave, terrified, but
always triumphant. There is this fundamental difference between fiction
for children and adults: A triumphant ending, although it must be believa-
ble, is a continuation of the band of hope and optimism to be found in
folklore. As children approach adolescence a greater degree of ambiguity in
the opposition of forces may be acceptable; the tragic vision that adults find
in literature is one that has meaning for people whose basic courage and
maturation can respond to the complexity and irony of life without being
destroyed.
The living that children do in the books they read, the expanded horizons
they find there, the appreciation of their own strength and ability accounts
for the repeated plot device of ridding the story of adults. This is not
that anyone could have, it is the perspective of the teller that engages the
feeling of the reader.
Stories that have some spectacular dramatic aspect produce more domi-
nant plots. My Side of the Mountain, by Jean George, uses an unusual and
original premise: a boy lives alone in a tree, fending for himself, and living
in close intimacy with nature. Unusual as the situation is, it is the writer's
descriptions and perceptions, the writer s creation of a viewpoint toward
life, that lifts this experience into the sphere of feeling. Equally original,
although superficially similar, Scott O'Dell's Island of the Blue Dolphins
tells the story of a girl surviving alone. Here, however, the viewpoint of the
writer emphasizes her emotional struggles as she learns to live, one human
alone with the wild animals of the island. No matter what the plot, the
setting, or the time of the novel, the emotional force and distinctness of
vision come from the author. It is in the depth, authenticity, and integrity of
this emotional thrust that the quality of fiction lies.
Poor writing is easy enough to identify, the shallow, fake conceptions of
character and mechanical manipulation of events for the sake of suspense.
The Wall Street Journal, in commenting on the financial longevity of the
Nancy Drew series, remarked that the heroine must be a basket case by
now because of the countless times she has been zapped on the head in the
interests of plot expediency. That this series, which represents an outright
manipulation of the reader, is popular demonstrates a widespread perver-
sion of the role of fiction. The excuse for giving this tainted fare to children
is that it is "entertaining." Entertainment can be had without paying the
. What I principally object to are all our dreary, smug books about
. .
stuff unless you take each book individually and put a better book up
beside it. Tolkien rather than Frank Baum, Sendak rather than Nan
Agle, O'Dell rather than Wojciechowska, Patricia Wrightson instead of
Jean Little. 5
Reading the books! There is the true difficulty and the true pleasure. The
simple, emotional emanation from a writer of unfeigned naturalness, like
Laura Ingalls Wilder, should act as a bulwark against the archness or
sentimentality of lesser works. The embedded, implicit morality of a work
like The Secret Garden should protect us from the Band-Aid approach made
to the cultural woes of racism, sexism, alienation. It is true that the peaks
of quality are far fewer than the vast valleys of mediocrity. It is also true
that childhood is a sharply limited time, a time pregnant with implications
for the emotional life of the adolescent and the adult. There is nothing
old-fashioned or new-fashioned in the eternal demands of the child to be
able to see himself in other guises, to be able to imagine taking action,
undergoing peril, savoring a hard-won victory. Inherent in fiction for
children is the lifelong need to distinguish between good and evil, to take
action, and to bear the consequences. There is the terror and beauty of
living in fiction, the humor, pathos, and absurdity of man's predicament
shown in a form that is a major aesthetic experience.
If there is any doubt that children are capable of responding in a deep,
emotional way, only observe them when they have finished a book that
genuinely moves them. "Is there another book just like that one?" "No,"
the answer has to come. A work of art is always singular, not only in its
effect, but in its being; and therein lies the joy and regret of reading the last
page. With each closing of such a work, however, the child is that much
more expanded in awareness of the subjective emotional realm, that much
more pre-formed in imagination, that much more responsive to art as part
of life.
5. "If That Don't Do No Good, That Won't Do No Harm: The Uses and Dangers of
Mediocrity in Children's Reading," by Sheila Egoff. School Library Journal, Oct.,
1972. Also in Issues in Children's Book Selection (Bowker, 1973).
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 737
Laura Ingalls Wilder Laura ate the whole of hers, or if Laura saved
half,and Mary ate her whole cooky, that
Little House in the Big Woods wouldn't be fair, either.
They didn't know what to do. So each saved
In Little House in the Big Woods, the author tells
half, and gave it to Baby Carrie. But they
of her early childhood in a log cabin on the edge felt that somehow that wasn't quite
always
of the Big Woods in Wisconsin, for she is little fair.
Laura the story. In those pioneer days, each
in Sometimes a neighbor sent word that the
family, living miles from a settlement, was of family was coming to spend the day. Then Ma
necessity self-sufficient. Each season brought its did extra cleaning and cooking, and opened
special work. In the following chapter, we read of the package of store sugar. And on the day
the daily doings that made up life in the summer-
set, a wagon would come driving up to the
time. [From Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in
gate in the morning and there would be
the Big Woods (Harper, 1932).]
strange children to play with.
When Mr. and Mrs. Huleatt came, they
Summertime brought Eva and Clarence with them. Eva
was a pretty girl, with dark eyes and black
Now was summertime, and people went
it curls. She played carefully and kept her dress
visiting.Sometimes Uncle Henry, or Uncle clean and smooth. Mary liked that, but Laura
George, or Grandpa, came riding out of the liked better to play with Clarence.
Big Woods to see Pa. Ma would come to the Clarence was red-headed and freckled, and
door and ask how all the folks were, and she always laughing. His clothes were pretty, too.
would say: He wore a blue suit buttoned all the way up
"Charles is in the clearing." the front with bright gilt buttons, and
Then she would cook more dinner than trimmed with braid, and he had copper-toed
usual, and dinnertime would be longer. Pa shoes. The strips of copper across the toes
and Ma and the visitor would sit talking a were so glittering bright that Laura wished
little while before they went back to work. she were a boy. Little girls didn't wear
Sometimes Ma let Laura and Mary go copper-toes.
across the road and down the hill, to see Mrs. Laura and Clarence ran and shouted and
Peterson. The Petersons had just moved in. climbed trees, while Mary and Eva walked
Their house was new, and always very neat, nicely together and talked. Ma and Mrs.
because Mrs. Peterson had no little girls to Huleatt visited and looked at a Godey's
muss it up. She was a Swede, and she let Lady's Book which Mrs. Huleatt had brought,
Laura and Mary look at the pretty things she and Pa and Mr. Huleatt looked at the horses
had brought from Sweden laces, and col- and the crops and smoked their pipes.
ored embroideries, and china. Once Aunt Lotty came to spend the day.
Mr:>. Peterson talked Swedish to them, and That morning Laura had to stand still a long
they :alked English to her, and they under- time while Ma unwound her hair from the
stood each other perfectly. She always gave cloth strings and combed it into long curls.
them each a cooky when they left, and they Mary was all ready, sitting primly on a chair,
nibbled the cookies very slowly while they with her golden curls shining and her china-
walked home. blue dress fresh and crisp.
Laura nibbled away exactly half of hers, Laura liked her own red dress. But Ma
and N ary nibbled exactly half of hers, and the pulled her hair dreadfully, and it was brown
other halves they saved for Baby Carrie. Then instead of golden, so that no one noticed it.
when they got home, Carrie had two half- Everyone noticed and admired Mary's.
cookins, and that was a whole cooky. "There!" Ma said at last. "Your hair is
This wasn't right. All they wanted to do curled beautifully, and Lotty is coming. Run
was t ) divide the cookies fairly with Carrie. meet her, both of you, and ask her which she
Still, if Mary saved half her cooky, while likes best, brown curls or golden curls."
738 THE STORIED WORLD
Laura and Mary ran out of the door and "You remember," Pa said, "I told you girls
down the path, for Aunt Lotty was already at you must never strike each other."
"
the gate. Aunt Lotty was a big girl, much Laura began, "But Mary said
taller than Mary. Her dress was a beautiful "That makes no difference," said Pa. "It is
pink and she was swinging a pink sunbonnet what I say that you must mind."
by one string. Then he took down a strap from the wall,
"Which do you like best, Aunt Lotty," Mary and he whipped Laura with the strap.
asked, "brown curls, or golden curls?" Ma Laura sat on a chair in the corner and
had told them to ask that, and Mary was a sobbed. When she stopped sobbing, she
very good little girl who always did exactly as sulked. The only thing in the whole world to
she was told. be glad about was that Mary had to fill the
Laura waited to hear what Aunt Lotty chip pan all by herself.
would say, and she felt miserable. At last, when it was getting dark, Pa said
"I like both kinds best," Aunt Lotty said, again, "Come here, Laura." His voice was
smiling. She took Laura and Mary by the kind, and when Laura came he took her on
hand, one on either side, and they danced his knee and hugged her close. She sat in the
along to the door where Ma stood. crook of his arm, her head against his shoul-
The sunshine came streaming through the der and his long brown whiskers partly cover-
windows into the house, and everything was ing her eyes, and everything was all right
so neat and pretty. The table was covered again.
with a red cloth, and the cookstove was pol- She told Pa all about it, and she asked him,
ished shining black. Through the bedroom "You don't like golden hair better than brown,
door Laura could see the trundle bed in its do you?"
place under the big bed. The pantry door stood Pa's blue eyes shone down at her, and he
wide open, giving the sight and smell of said, "Well, Laura,my hair is brown."
goodies on the shelves, and Black Susan She had not thought of that. Pa's hair was
came purring down the stairs from the attic, brown, and his whiskers were brown, and she
where she had been taking a nap. thought brown was a lovely color. But she
It was all so pleasant, and Laura felt so gay was glad that Mary had had to gather all the
and good that no one would ever have thought chips.
she could be as naughty as she was that In the summer evenings Pa did not tell
pile, gathering a pan of chips to kindle the fire Ma was busy, too. Laura and Mary helped
in the morning. They always hated to pick up her weed the garden, and they helped her
chips, but every day they had to do it. Tonight feed the calves and the hens. They gathered
they hatedit more than ever. the eggs, and they helped make cheese.
Laura grabbed the biggest chip, and Mary When the grass was tall and thick in the
said: woods and the cows were giving plenty of
"I don't care. Aunt Lotty likes my hair best, milk, that was the time to make cheese.
anyway. Golden hair is lots prettier than Somebody must kill a calf, for cheese could
brown." not be made without rennet, and rennet is the
Laura's throat swelled tight, and she could lining of a young calf's stomach. The calf
not speak. She knew golden hair was prettier must be very young, so that it had never eaten
than brown. She couldn't speak, so she anything but milk.
reached out quickly and slapped Mary's face. Laura was afraid that Pa must kill one of
Then she heard Pa say, "Come here, the little calves in the barn. They were so
Laura." sweet. One was fawn-colored and one was
She went slowly, dragging her feet. Pa was red, and their hair was so soft and their large
sitting just inside the door. He had seen her eyes so wondering. Laura's heart beat fast
slap Mary. when Ma talked to Pa about making cheese.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 739
Pa would not kill either of his calves, be- All day long the round board settled slowly
cause they were heifers and would grow into under the weight of the rock, and whey
cows. He went to Grandpa's and to Uncle pressed out and ran down the grooves of the
Henry's, to talk about the cheese-making, and board into the pail.
Uncle Henry said he would kill one of his Next morning, Ma would take out the
calves. There would be enough rennet for round, pale yellow cheese, as large as a milk
Aunt Polly and Grandma and Ma. pan. Then she made more curd, and filled the
So Pa went again to Uncle Henry's, and cheese hoop again.
came back with a piece of the little calf's Every morning she took the new cheese out
stomach. It was like a piece of soft, grayish- of the press, and trimmed it smooth. She
white leather, all ridged and rough on one sewed a cloth tightly around it, and rubbed
side. the cloth all over with fresh butter. Then she
When the cows were milked at night, Ma put the cheese on a shelf in the pantry.
set the milk away in pans. In the morning she Every day she wiped every cheese carefully
skimmed off the cream to make into butter with a wet cloth, then rubbed it all over with
later. Then, when the morning's milk had fresh butter once more, and laid it down on its
cooled, she mixed it with the skimmed milk other side. After a great many days, the
and set it all on the stove to heat. cheese was ripe, and there was a hard rind all
A bit of the rennet, tied in a cloth, was over it.
soaking in warm water. Then Ma wrapped each cheese in paper
When the milk was heated enough, Ma and laid it away on the high shelf. There was
squeezed every drop of water from the rennet nothing more to do with it but eat it.
in the cloth, and she poured the water into the Laura and Mary liked cheese-making.
milk. She stirred it well and left it in a warm They liked to eat the curd that squeaked in
place by the stove. In a little while it thick- their teeth and they liked to eat the edges Ma
ened into a smooth, quivery mass. pared off the big, round, yellow cheeses to
With a long knife Ma cut this mass into make them smooth, before she sewed them
little squares, and let it stand while the curd up in cloth.
separated from the whey. Then she poured it Ma laughed at them for eating green
all into a cloth and let the thin, yellowish cheese.
whey drain out. "The moon is made of green cheese, some
When no more whey dripped from the people say," she told them.
cloth, Ma emptied the curd into a big pan and The new cheese did look like the round
salted it, turning and mixing it well. moon when it came up behind the trees. But it
Laura and Mary were always there, help- was not green; it was yellow, like the moon.
ing all they could. They loved to eat bits of the "It's green," Ma said, "because it isn't rip-
curd v/hen Ma was salting it. It squeaked in ened yet. When it's cured and ripened, it
their teeth. won't be a green cheese."
Under the cherry tree outside the back "Is the moon really made of green cheese?"
door, Pa had put up the board to press the Laura asked, and Ma laughed.
cheese on. He had cut two grooves the length "I think people say that, because it looks
of the board, and laid the board on blocks, one like a green cheese," she said. "But appear-
end a little higher than the other. Under the ances are deceiving." Then, while she wiped
lower 2nd stood an empty pail. all the green cheeses and rubbed them with
Ma put her wooden cheese hoop on the butter, she told them about the dead, cold
board, spread a clean, wet cloth all over moon that is like a little world on which
the in; ide of it, and filled it heaping full of the nothing grows.
chunk 5 of salted curd. She covered this with The first day Ma made cheese, Laura tasted
anoth( r clean, wet cloth, and laid on top of it the whey. She tasted it without saying
a rour d board, cut small enough to go inside anything to Ma, and when Ma turned around
the ch >ese hoop. Then she lifted a heavy rock and saw her face, Ma laughed. That night,
on top of the board. while she was washing the supper dishes and
740 THE STORIED WORLD
Mary and Laura were wiping them, Ma told "I don't know if I'll need 'em all, Caroline,"
Pa that Laura had tasted the whey and didn't he said, "but I'd hate to want 'em and not have
like it. 'em."
"You wouldn't starve to death on Ma's "Oh, what is it? What is it?" Laura asked,
whey, like old Grimes did on his wife's," Pa jumping up and down with excitement.
said. "Pa's found a bee tree," Ma said. "Maybe
Laura begged him to tell her about Old he'll bring us some honey."
Grimes. So, though Pa was tired, he took his It was noon before Pa came driving home.
fiddle out of its box and played and sang for Laura had been watching for him, and she
Laura: ran out to the wagon as soon as it stopped by
the barnyard. But she could not see into it.
"Old Grimes is dead, that good old man, Pa called, "Caroline, if you'll come take
We ne'er shall see him more, this pail of honey, I'll go unhitch."
He used to wear an old gray coat,
Ma came out to the wagon, disappointed.
All buttoned down before.
She said:
"Old Grime's wife made skim-milk cheese, "Well, Charles, even a pail of honey is
Old Grimes, he drank the whey, something." Then she looked into the wagon
There came an east wind from the west, and threw up her hands. Pa laughed.
And blew Old Grimes away." All the pails and buckets were heaping full
of dripping, golden honeycomb. Both tubs
"There you have it!" said Pa. "She was a were piled full, and so was the wash-boiler.
mean, tight-fisted woman. If she hadn't Pa and Ma went back and forth, carrying
skimmed all the milk, a little cream would the two loaded tubs and the wash-boiler and
have run off in the whey, and Old Grimes all the buckets and pails into the house. Ma
might have staggered along. heaped a plate high with the golden pieces,
"But she skimmed off every bit of cream, and covered all the rest neatly with cloths.
and poor Old Grimes got so thin the wind blew For dinner they all had as much of the
him away. Plumb starved to death." delicious honey as they could eat, and Pa told
Then Pa looked at Ma and said, "Nobody'd them how he found the bee tree.
starve to death when you were around, Caro- "I didn't take my gun," he said, "because I
line." wasn't hunting, and now it's summer there
"Well, no," Ma said. "No, Charles, not if wasn't much danger of meeting trouble. Pan-
you were there provide for us."
to thers and bears are so fat, this time of year,
Pa was pleased. It was all so pleasant, the that they're lazy and good-natured.
doors and windows wide open to the summer "Well, I took a short cut through the woods,
evening, the dishes making little cheerful and I nearly ran into a big bear. I came
sounds together as Ma washed them and around a clump of underbrush, and there he
Mary and Laura wiped, and Pa putting away was, not as far from me as across this room.
the fiddle and smiling and whistling softly to "He looked around at me, and I guess he
himself. saw I didn't have a gun. Anyway, he didn't
After a while he said: "I'm going over to pay any more attention to me.
Henry's tomorrow morning, Caroline, to bor- "He was standing at the foot of a big tree,
row his grubbing hoe. Those sprouts are get- and bees were buzzing all around him. They
ting waist-high around the stumps in the couldn't sting through his thick fur, and he
wheatfield. A man just has to keep everlast- kept brushing them away from his head with
ing at it, or the woods'll take back the place." one paw.
Early next morning he started to walk to "I stood there watching him, and he put the
Uncle Henry's. But before long he came hur- other paw into a hole in the tree and drew it
rying back, hitched the horses to the wagon, out all dripping with honey. He licked the
threw in his axe, the two washtubs, the wash- honey off his paw and reached in for more.
boiler and all the pails and wooden buckets But by that time I had found me a club. I
there were. wanted that honey myself.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 741
searched in vain for such books to read; her suggestion that would please the boys. "Get
ability to do this comes out
of a good ear for the lost," saidMurph rudely.
languc" ge of children and
a sensitivity to what is a "Well, all right for you, smarty!" It was
crisis i their lives. Although she has written that
i easy to see that Beezus' feelings were hurt.
her books are ones to "go on from," there is "Mess around with your old boy stuff. See if I
the re. der to the delights of fiction. [From Bever- almost time for Sheriff Bud."
742 THE STORIED WORLD
Ramona finished blasting off and trotted leak. Yes, the boys agreed, it was a good solid
along home with her sister. house. It was just about as solid as a real
Henry was really sorry to see Beezus' feel- house. They thumped the walls appreciative-
ings hurt, but he did not like to say so in front lyand stamped their feet on the floor. And the
of the other boys, who were too busy install- best part of it was, it was big enough for three
ing the real glass windows to pay any atten- boys to sleep in if they didn't move around
tion towhat had just happened. much, and who could move around in a sleep-
While the boys worked, Murph began to ing bag?
recite some strange sounds. They were not "Yes, sir, solid as the rock of Gibraltar."
words, so Henry and Robert had trouble Murph spoke with pride, for he was the one
catching exactly what it was he was saying. who had drawn up the plans in the first place.
The syllables, whatever they were, had a Then Murph built a shelf and Henry went
catchy sound and rhythm. into the basement and lugged out the stuffed
"Say that again, Murph." Henry found owl which his mother would not let him keep
himself wanting to make the sounds him- in his room, because she thought it looked as
self. if it had moths. He set the owl on the shelf. It
Once more Murph rattled off the syllables. was exactly what the place needed, a really
This time Henry caught a "beep" and a masculine touch.
"boom." "Fadatta, fadatta, fadatta," chanted the
"Hey, that sounds keen," said Robert. boys.
"Where did you learn that?" "When we all get sleeping bags we can
"From my cousin in California," answered spend the night out here," said Henry.
Murph. "He learned it from a lifeguard." Robert and Murph, it developed, already
"Say it again and slow down," said Henry. had sleeping bags, so Henry dropped the sub-
"I want to learn it." ject. He did not want them sleeping in the
Murph laid down his hammer and recited clubhouse while he slept in his own bed.
slowly and distinctly. Fortunately it was time for him to start his
paper route, so there was no more discussion
"Fadatta, fadatta, fadatta, of sleeping in the clubhouse.
Beepum, boopum, bah! Then mysterious things began to happen in
Ratta datta boom sh-h
the clubhouse. One day after school Henry
Ahfah deedee bobo."
found the owl's glass eyes turned so that it
Henry and Robert laid down their tools, looked cross-eyed. That's funny, he thought.
too. "Fadatta fadatta
. . . fadatta." They
. . . He straightened the eyes and forgot about
began slowly at first but in a few minutes they them.
had mastered the sounds and could rattle But the next day when Henry and Robert
them off as fast as Murph. entered their clubhouse they were startled to
"Hey, I have an idea!" Henry was enthusi- see that the owl, its eyes once again crossed,
astic. "We could be a club and use it for our appeared to be smoking a cigarette. Upon
secret password and always say it so fast closer examination they found that a small
other kids couldn't learn it." tube of white paper had been fastened to the
"Sure," agreed Robert. "All the kids will owl's beak with Scotch tape.
want to learn it and we won't teach it to "How do you like that!" Robert ripped off
them." the cigarette in disgust while Henry straight-
"Especially girls." Murph picked up a ened the eyes once more. "I'll bet old Beezus
screw driver and went to work to install the did this."
door hinges. That was just what Henry was thinking.
At last the clubhouse was finished. The He felt a little disappointed that sensible
siding was snug and tight. The hinges worked Beezus would do a thing like this, not that he
perfectly, the asphalt shingles were nailed could really blame her after the way she had
down so securely the roof could not possibly been treated. .
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 743
The boys found a can of paint in Henry's would keep old Beezus out! She could not
garage and started painting a No Girls possibly get in now. The house was solidly
Allowed This Means You sign, which built and the windows taken from the old
Robert finished after Henry went to start his garage were not the kind that could be
paper route. opened.
The next afternoon Henry, Robert, and After that the boys had no more trouble.
Murph raced home from school on their bi- Their next project was painting the house.
cycles to protect their clubhouse from a possi- The front and the north side were to be white,
ble invasion of Beezus and Ramona. When while the back and the south side were to be
they opened the door they found the owl's green. The boys did not have enough paint of
eyes were crossed once more, it was wearing one color for the whole house, and anyway, as
a doll's pink bonnet with a ribbon tied under Murph pointed out, nobody could see all four
its chin if an owl could be said to have a sides at the same time. Henry painted a little
chin and in its beak it held a crayoned sign each afternoon before starting his route, and
that said: Down with boys! Robert and Murph continued to work after he
"Well, how do you like that!" exclaimed had gone.
Henry, thinking that Beezus must have come Beezus and Ramona sometimes walked up
in the morning before school, because they the driveway to see what was going on. When
had ridden so fast she could not possibly have the boys ignored them, they went away, but
reached the clubhouse ahead of them this they did not go away quietly, because
afternoon. Ramona was always singing some tune or
"The nerve of some people," said Robert. other that she had learned from television.
"A doll bonnet on our owl!" Sometimes it was a song about shampoo, but
"That's a girl for you." Murph tore down usually it was a verse about a bread that
the sign. builds strong bodies eight different ways.
"A lock, that's what we need," said Henry. "I guess we fixed her," the boys congratu-
"A padlock," agreed Murph. lated one another. "You won't catch her both-
"With a key," said Robert. ering us any more." And when the girls were
Henry dug into his pocket for some of the gone they chanted their magic words:
money he had earned on his route, and the
"Fadatta, fadatta, fadatta,
three boys rode off to the hardware store to
select a clasp and padlock. When they re-
Beepum, boopum, bah!
Ratta datta boom sh-h
turned, the owl was holding a sign that said:
Ahfah deedee bobo."
Ha ha, you think you are smart.
Murph screwed the clasp in place, because All for one and one for all. That was Henry,
he was the fastest with tools. While he Robert, and Murph.
worked, Henry and Robert decided that be- Then one cold November afternoon Henry
cause the lock came with only two keys and came home from school to find that his moth-
each member could not have one, they should er had left a note telling him she had gone
find two secret hiding places. They talked it downtown and would not be back until six
over in whispers and after looking around to o'clock. She also told him not to eat any pie.
make sure Beezus was not hiding in the Henry used his finger to wipe up some juice
shrubbery, they hid one key under an oilcan that had oozed through the piecrust. M-m-m.
in tht garage and the other under a flowerpot Blackberry. Then he made himself a peanut-
on th back porch. They vowed always to put
<> butter sandwich and with Ribsy trotting after
the k<;ys back in place, because it would not him, went outside, where he removed a key
be fa r for any one boy to carry a key when from under the flowerpot, unlocked the club-
there were not enough keys to go around. house, and carefully returned the key to its
It was with a feeling of a deed well done hiding place.
that t le boys snapped shut the padlock when Henry stepped inside the clubhouse and
it wat time for Henry to start his route. That patted the owl's head. Everything was in
744 THE STORIED WORLD
order. Ribsy curled up in a corner and pre- Henry threw his shoulder against the door.
pared to go to sleep. Nothing happened. It was a good, solid door.
"Hello." It was Ramona's voice. He threw his shoulder against the walls. Still
Henry turned and saw the little girl sitting nothing happened. They were good solid
on the back steps. She was bundled up, be- walls. Henry rubbed his shoulder and decided
cause the day was cold and she too was eating that Murph had done a good job of planning
a peanut-butter sandwich. the clubhouse. Maybe too good.
"Oh hello," he said. "Where's Beezus?"
. . . Next he jumped up and down as hard as he
"Home." could. The floor was a good solid floor. The
"Why didn't she come with you?" Henry whole clubhouse, Henry concluded, was as
Ramona could cause enough trouble
felt that solidly built as a jail, and right now that was
when she was with Beezus. He did not want exactly what it was.
her around without her older sister to look Next Henry considered breaking a window.
after her. He looked around, but there was not a ham-
"Because you are mean to her," answered mer or a stick of wood he could use. If he
Ramona. slammed his fist through the glass, he would
Henry felt slightly uncomfortable, because be sure to cut himself, and even if he did
there was truth in what Ramona said. Even break the glass, the windows were divided
so, boys had a right to do boy things without into four small panes and he had no way of
girls around, didn't they? And Beezus didn't removing the dividing pieces of wood.
have to mess up their clubhouse, did she? Next Henry tried yelling. "Help! Help!" he
He looked at Ramona sitting on the steps shouted at the top of his voice. "Help! Help!"
chewing her peanut-butter sandwich. "Why Ribsy stood up and barked. Nothing hap-
don't you go home?" he asked, seeing no pened. Nothing at all unless you counted the
reason for being hospitable to Ramona. pleased look on Ramona's face. Where was
"I don't want to," said Ramona, and went everybody anyway?
on chewing. 'Huh-huh-huh-help," said Ramona, as if
Well, as long as she had a sandwich to keep she were thinking very hard. Little puffs of
her busy . . .
Henry looked around the club- vapor came out of her mouth, because the
house to see how it could be furnished. An afternoon was so cold. "Help begins with an
orange crate nailed to the wall would make a hi" Plainly Ramona was pleased with herself
good cupboard. He measured the space with for making this discovery. Her kindergarten
his hands. Yes, an orange crate would be just teacher was teaching her class the sounds the
the right size. letters make.
Henry was aware that the clubhouse had Henry knew that his mother was down-
suddenly grown darker. He turned and saw town. Robert was getting a haircut, Beezus
that the door must have blown shut. Just then was home, and he did not know where Murph
he heard a snap and he had a terrible feeling. was. Then he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Grum-
He tried the door. It was locked. Locked from bie, his next-door neighbor looking out of an
the outside and there was only one person upstairs window. "Help!" he yelled, pounding
who could have done it Ramona. on the door. "Let me out!"
Henry looked out of the window and saw Mrs. Grumbie nodded and waved. She was
Ramona sitting on the steps, calmly licking used to boys playing in Henry's back yard.
her fingers. "You let me out of here!" he There was nothing to do, Henry decided,
yelled. but try to make himself comfortable until his
Ramona stopped licking long enough to mother came home. He sat down on the floor
answer. "I don't have a key." and leaned against the wall. Ho-hum. It was
This stopped Henry. Of course she did not going to be a long, cold wait. He felt cross and
have a key. Both keys were carefully hidden disgusted. That Ramona . . . that pest . . .
and he was not going to tell any girl where Suddenly Henry leaped tohis feet. His
they were, either. He could get out some way. route! His paper route. He had to get out. He
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 745
could not stay trapped until six o'clock or he you promise to unlock the padlock, I will tell
wouldn't get his papers delivered in time. And you where the key is."
he knew what his father would say about Ramona stared stonily at Henry. "I don't
that. Boy! want to."
The only thing to do, Henry decided, was to "But w hy?" Henry was desperate.
tell Ramona where the key was and to get her Ramona informed him.
"I just don't,"
to unlock the padlock. That would not be so Oh-h. Henry groaned. Then he was mad,
terrible,now that he stopped to think about it. just plain mad. That Ramona! She was go-
All he would have to do was find another ing to make him
lose his route, and then
hiding place after Ramona had gone home. he would never get his sleeping bag, and
Henry looked out of the window. Ramona his father would be cross with him, and
was no longer on the steps. Apparently she Mr. Capper would find a bigger boy to take
had lost interest in Henry when he was silent, the route. Henry banged his fist against
. . .
because now she was skipping down the the side of the clubhouse. For some reason
driveway. He couldn't let her go. She was his that made him feel better. He began to
only hope. stamp his feet and pound his fists and yell.
"Ramona! Wait!" yelled Henry. At least, he thought grimly, this was keeping
Ramona stopped and looked back. Ramona interested. And he couldn't let
"Come here," called Henry. "I want to tell her get away. She was his only hope ... al-
you something." most, seemed, his only contact with civili-
it
This tempted Ramona. She walked back zation. occurred to him that it must be
It
and stood under the clubhouse window, look- almost time for the Sheriff Bud program
ing up at Henry. on television, and Ramona never missed
Henry had a feeling that if he was going to Sheriff Bud.
get Ramona to do what he wanted he had It seemed silly to yell "help!" and "let me
better make this good. "Uh . . .
Ramona, I am out!" when nobody was going to help him or
going to let you in on a secret. A big secret." let him out. Henry tried a Tarzan yell. Ramo-
Ramona, who liked secrets, looked inter- na sat down on the back steps and propped
ested. her chin up on her fist.
Henry decided to build it up. "A secret that "Open Sesame!" yelled Henry, just in case
only boys know," he added impressively. it might work. The door remained shut.
"I don't like boys," Ramona informed him. Then in desperation Henry tried the club
"Boys are mean." yell, hoping that somehow it would work like
Henry saw that he had better choose his a magic spell.
words, with more care. At the same time he
had to hurry, because it was almost time to "Fadatta, fadatta, fadatta,
Beepum, boopum, bah!
start his route. "Only three people in the Ratta datta boom sh-h
whole world know the secret." He watched
Ahfah deedee bobo!"
Ramcna's reaction. She seemed
be waiting to
for him go on.
to To his surprise itdid work like a magic
Heiry lowered his voice as much as he spell. Ramona got up and came over to the
could and still make himself heard through clubhouse window. "Say that again, Henry,"
the g ass. "I am going to tell you where the she begged.
'
key t< the clubhouse is This time it was Henry's turn to say no. To
"Where?" demanded Ramona. do so gave him great satisfaction.
"Wait a minute," said Henry. "First you "Please, Henry."
have :o promise something." He worked hard Henry saw that he had a bargaining point.
to look as if there was something mysterious A girl who would sing television commercials
and e ^citing about the promise he was about would naturally like something that sounded
to ext ract, but it was hard work. He was tired really good. "I'll say it again if you get the key
of the game and wanted to get out. Now. "If and unlock the padlock first."
746 THE STORIED WORLD
Ramona thought it over. "Puh-puh-puh- going to let you out," she reminded him. "You
padlock begins with a p!" she said trium- don'twant girls around, you know."
phantly. Henry had no answer for this. "Aw, come
Henry groaned, "I know padlock begins on, Beezus," he pleaded. "I've got to start my
"
with a he said. "Now will you get the
p, route."
key?" Then he added hastily. "Key begins Beezus thought it over. "All right, I'll let
"
with a k. you out, but only because I know you have to
"We haven't had k yet at school." Ramona start your route," she agreed, like the sensible
seemed suddenly agreeable. "Where is the girl she was. "But first teach me the secret
key?" she asked. words."
Feeling like a traitor to Robert and Murph, Henry knew when he was licked. "Oh, all
Henry revealed the secret. "Under the flower- right, if that's the way you feel about it.
pot on the back porch." Fadatta fadatta
. . . fadatta." . . .
to its popularity with young readers. Appealing "Cake and ice cream and pickles and or-
also is the secret language made up by two girls ange drink and, oh, some other stuff. Candy.
who, each in a different way, feel lost in boarding Cookies. Maybe sardines."
school. Ursula Nordstrom is a
prominent book Edith thought it over. "Well, all right. I'll
editor the children's field. [From Ursula Nord-
in come," she said. "When is it?"
Ginny and El and Sue, too." Martha had to shake her awake.
"Well, I don't know. What are you going to "Listen, Vick," Martha whispered. "I'll tell
"
have t eat?" Edith asked.
)
you a real scary story about
748 THE STORIED WORLD
"Oh, no, don't! I'm awake," Victoria The container of ice cream was soft, and ice
assured her quickly. "I'm awake. Let's talk cream dripped slowly from it. Martha spread
about something interesting." She sat up in her raincoat on the floor and placed the ice
bed and tried to think of something interest- cream in the middle of it. She took the cake
ing. But she began to yawn, in spite of her- out of the box and put it beside the ice cream.
self, and she lay down again. Around them on the raincoat she arranged
Martha climbed up to the upper bunk and the pickles, the fruit juice, the cookies and
sat beside Victoria. "Now, stay awake!" she candy and the sardines. Then she turned off
said. "I'll tell you some more about Richy." her flashlight and lay down again to wait for
"All right," Victoria whispered happily. the guests.
She loved to hear about Richy, although she There was a loud crash, and she sat bolt
did not know him. Richy lived in New York in upright in bed. It was morning! Miss Denton
the apartment house where Martha's family stood in the middle of the room. When the
lived. He was thirteen years old, and he could housemother had come in, her foot had struck
draw wonderful pictures, and he could carve the glass jar of fruit juice. The jar had spun
things out of wood, and in the summer he across the room and crashed into the radiator,
chewed tar he dug out of the street. and now the fruit juice spread in a slow
"
"Well, Martha began. "Once Richy went stream across the floor. In the dim light Mar-
to the circus alone and he saw the side show. tha and Miss Denton looked around the room.
He saw the Fat Woman, and he saw Coo-Coo The ice cream had melted out of the flimsy
the Bird Girl, and he saw a man who swal- container. It had flowed over the raincoat and
lowed swords. My mother never would let onto the rug. Silently the housemother looked
me see the side show, but Richy saw it. at the melted ice cream and the slowly
And then once my uncle took Richy and spreading fruit juice, the sardines, the cake,
me to Coney Island and we rode on the roll- the candy, the pickles.
er coaster." "Well, Martha," she said at last. "What is
"My mother and I rode on a Ferris wheel the meaning of this?"
once," Victoria said sleepily. Martha looked away.
"Oh, a roller coaster is much better. I won- "Martha, what is the meaning of this?" the
der what time it is." housemother repeated.
Martha slid down from the top bunk and "I just wanted to have a midnight feast,"
looked at the clock. Only ten! Two more Martha said slowly.
hours until time for the midnight feast! "A midnight feast! You should not have
Martha was tired, too. Victoria was again done this, Martha." The housemother's voice
sound asleep. was stern.
Martha sat on the edge of her bed in the Martha nodded miserably.
dark and wondered what to do. She was dis- "Did anyone else come to this mid-
couraged and lonely. Finally she decided to night feast, or was it just for you and
have the feast at eleven o'clock, instead of at Victoria?"
midnight, and she tiptoed down the hall to "We did ask some other kids," Martha said.
notify the guests of the new time. Sleepily "But they didn't come. They went to sleep.
they promised to stay awake and come to the And Vicky went to sleep. And I guess I went to
feast at eleven. sleep, too. Anyhow, no one came, and we
Martha was so sleepy herself that she lay didn't have it." She sighed. "Vicky didn't
down on top of the covers on her bed. Every want to have it, anyhow. No one else did.
few minutes she kicked the springs of the top Don't get mad at them."
bunk, to keep Victoria awake. Every time "Martha, what in the world made you de-
Martha kicked, Victoria woke up and said, cide to have a midnight feast?"
"All right. I'm awake." Martha tried to shrug in her old carefree
Just before eleven o'clock Martha lit her way. "Oh, at boarding school you're supposed
flashlight and took the food out of the closet. to have all these wonderful midnight feasts,"
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 749
"Besides," she added, "why do you want a School, and Rufus knew it well. He liked
book anyway? You can't even read yet." sidewalks that were white the best, for he
This was true and it made Rufus mad. He could go the fastest on these.
liked to do everything that they did. He even "Toot-toot!" Rufus hurried down the street.
liked to sew if they were sewing. He never When he arrived at the library, he hid his
thought whether sewing was for girls only or scooter in the pine trees that grew under
not. When he saw Jane sewing, he asked windows beside the steps. Christmas trees,
Mama to let him sew too. So Mama tied a Rufus called them. The ground was covered
thread to the head of a pin and Rufus poked with brown pine needles and they were soft to
that in and out of a piece of goods. That's the walk upon. Rufus always went into the li-
way he sewed. It looked like what Jane was brary the same way. He climbed the stairs,
doing and Rufus was convinced that he was encircled the light on the granite arm of the
sewing too, though he could not see much steps, and marched into the library.
sense in it. Rufus stepped carefully on the strips of
Now here were the other Moffats, all with rubber matting that led to the desk. This
books from the library. And there were three matting looked like dirty licorice. But it
more books stacked up on the porch that wasn't licorice. He knew because once, when
looked like big people's books without pic- Sylvie had brought him here when he was
tures. They were for Mama, no doubt. This scarcely more than three, he had tasted a torn
meant that he was the only one here who did corner of it. It was not good to eat.
not have a book. The library lady was sitting at the desk
"I want a book from the library," said playing with some cards. Rufus stepped off
Rufus. A flick of the page as Sylvie turned it the matting. The cool, shiny floor felt good to
over was all the answer he got. It seemed to his bare feet. He went over to the shelves and
Rufus as though even Catherine-the-cat gave luckily did find one of the big Palmer Cox
him a scornful glance because he could not Brownie books there. It would be fun to play
read yet and did not have a book. the game of Find the Duke at home. Until
Rufus turned his scooter around and went now he had played it only in the library.
out of the yard. Just wait! Read? Why, soon Maybe Jane or Joey would play it with him
he'd read as fast if not faster than they did. right now. He laughed out loud at the
Reading looked easy. It was just flipping thought.
pages. Who couldn't do that? "Sh-sh-sh, quiet," said the lady at the desk.
Rufus thought that it was not hard to get a Rufus clapped his chubby fist over his
book out of the library. All you did was go in, mouth. Goodness! He had forgotten where he
look for a book that you liked, give it to the was. Do not laugh or talk out loud in the
lady to punch, and come home with it. He library. He knew these rules. Well, he didn't
knew where the library was, for he had often want to stay here any longer today anyway.
gone there with Jane and some of the others. He wanted to read at home with the others.
While Jane went off to the shelves to find a He took the book to the lady to punch.
book, he and Joey played the game of Find the She didn't punch it, though. She took it and
Duke in the Palmer Cox Brownie books. This she put in on the table behind her and then
was a game that the two boys had made up. she started to play cards again.
They would turn the pages of one of the "That's my book," said Rufus.
Brownie books, any of them, and try to be the "Do you have a card?" the lady asked.
first to spot the duke, the brownie in the tall Rufus felt in his pockets. Sometimes he
hat. The library lady thought that this was a carried around an old playing card or two.
noisy game, and she wished they would not Today he didn't have one.
play it there. Rufus hoped to bring a Brownie "No," he said.
book home now. "You'll have to have a card to get a book."
"Toot-toot!" he sang to clear the way. "I'll go and get one," said Rufus.
Straight down Elm Street was the way to the The lady put down her cards. "I mean a
library; the same way that led to Sunday library card," she explained kindly. "It looks
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 751
to me as though you are too little to have a "Ts, ts, ts!" she said. "They'll have to be
library card. Do you have one?" cleaner than that."
"No," said Rufus. "I'd like to, though." Rufus looked at his hands. Supposing he
"I'm afraid you're too little," said the lady. went all the way home and washed them
"You have to write your name to get one. Can again, she still might not like them. However,
you do that?" if that is what she wanted, he would have to
Rufus nodded his head confidently. Writ- do that before he could get the Brownie book
ing. Lines up and down. He'd seen that done. . .and he started for the door.
.
And the letters that Mama had tied in bundles "Well, now, let's see what we can do," said
in the closet under the stairs were covered the lady. "I know what," she said. "It's
with writing. Of course he could write. against the rules, but perhaps we can wash
"Well, let's see your hands," said the lady. them in here." And she led Rufus into a little
Rufus obligingly showed this lady his room that smelled of paste where lots of new
hands, but she did not like the looks of them. books and old books were stacked up. In one
She cringed and clasped her head as though corner was a little round sink and Rufus
the sight hurt her. washed his hands again. Then they returned
"Oh," she gasped. "You'll just have to go to the desk. The lady got a chair and put a
home and wash them before we can even newspaper on it. She made Rufus stand on
think about joining the library and borrowing this because he was not big enough to write at
books." the desk otherwise.
This was a complication upon which Rufus Then the lady put a piece of paper covered
had not reckoned. However, all it meant was with a lot of printing in front of Rufus, dipped
a slight delay. He'd wash his hands and then a pen in the inkwell and gave it to him.
he'd get the book. He turned and went out of "All right," she said. "Here's your applica-
the library, found his scooter safe among the tion. Write your name here."
Christmas trees, and pushed it home. He All the writing Rufus had ever done before
surprised Mama by asking to have his hands had been on big pieces of brown wrapping
washed. When this was done, he mounted his paper with lots of room on them. Rufus had
scooter again and returned all the long way often covered those great sheets of paper with
to the library. It was not just a little trip to hisown kind of writing at home. Lines up and
the library. It was a long one. A long one and down.
a hot one on a day like this. But he didn't But on this paper there wasn't much space.
notice' that. All he was bent on was getting It was already covered with writing. Howev-
his book and taking it home and reading er, there was a tiny little empty space and
with the others on the front porch. They that was where Rufus must write his name,
were all still there, brushing flies away and the lady said. So, little space or not, Rufus
reading. confidently grasped the pen with his left hand
Agjiin Rufus hid his scooter in the pine and dug it into the paper. He was not accus-
trees, encircled the light, and went in. tomed to pens, having always worked with
"Hello," he said. pencils until now, and he made a great many
"W-jll," said the lady. "How are they now?" holes and blots and scratches.
RuJus had forgotten he had had to wash his "Gracious," said the lady. "Don't bear
hands He thought she was referring to the
. down so hard! And why don't you hold it in
other Moffats. "Fine," he said. your right hand?" she asked, moving the pen
"Let me see them," she said, and she held back into his right hand.
up he hands. Rufus started again scraping his lines up
Oh His hands! Well, they were all right, and down and all over the page, this time
thougit Rufus, for Mama had just washed using his right hand. Wherever there was an
them. He showed them to the lady. There empty space he wrote. He even wrote over
was a silence while she studied them. some of the print for good measure. Then he
Then she shook her head. She still did not waited for the lady, who had gone off to get a
like tl em. book for some man, to come back and look.
752 THE STORIED WORLD
"Oh," she said, as she settled herself in her "This will have to do," she said. "Now take
swivel chair, "is that the way you write? this home and ask your mother to sign it on
Well . it's nice, but what does it say?"
. . the other side. Bring it back on Thursday and
"Says Rufus Moffat. My name." you'll getyour card."
Apparently these lines up and down did not Rufus's face was shiny and streaked with
spell Rufus Moffat to this lady. She shook her dirt where he had rubbed it. He never knew
head. there was all this work to getting a book. The
"It's nice," she repeated. "Very nice. But other Moffats just came in and got books.
nobody but you knows what it says. You have Well, maybe they had had to do this once too.
to learn to write your name better than that Rufus held his hard-earned application in
before you can join the library." one hand and steered his scooter with the
Rufus was silent. He had come to the li- other. When he reached home, Joey, Jane,
brary all by himself, gone back home to wash and Sylvie were not around any longer. Mama
his hands, and come back because he wanted signed his card for him, saying, "My! So
to take books home and read them the way you've learned how to write!"
the others did. He had worked hard. He did "Print," corrected Rufus.
not like to think he might have to go home Mama kissed Rufus and he went back out.
without a book. The lady had said to come back on Thursday,
The library lady looked at him a moment but he wanted a book today. When the other
and then she said quickly before he could get Moffats came home, he'd be sitting on the top
himself all the way off the big chair, "maybe step of the porch, reading. That would sur-
you can print your name." prise them. He smiled to himself as he made
Rufus looked at her hopefully. He thought his way to the library for the third time.
he could write better than he could print, for Once his application blew away. Fortu-
his writing certainly looked to him exactly nately it landed in a thistle bush and did not
like allgrown people's writing. Still he'd try to get very torn. The rest of the way Rufus
print if that was what she wanted. clutched it carefully. He climbed the granite
The lady printed some letters on the top of a steps to the library again, only to find that the
piece of paper. "There," she said. "That's big round dark brown doors were closed.
your name. Copy it ten times and then we'll Rufus tried to open them, but he couldn't. He
try it on another application." knocked at the door, even kicked it with his
Rufus worked hard. He worked so hard the foot, but there was no answer. He pounded on
knuckles showed white on his brown fist. He the door, but nobody came.
worked for a long, long time, now with his A big boy strode past with his newspapers.
right hand and now with his left. Sometimes "Hey, kid," he said to Rufus, "library's
a boy or girl came in, looked over his shoulder closed!" And he went, whistling.
off
and watched, but he paid no attention. From Rufus looked after him. The fellow said the
time to time the lady studied his work and library was closed. How could it have closed
she said, "That's fine. That's fine." At last she so fast? He had been there such a little while
said, "Well, maybe now we can try." And she ago. The lady must still be here. He did want
gave him another application. his Brownie book. If only he could see in, he
All Rufus could get, with his large gener- might see the lady and get his book. The
ous letters, in that tiny little space where he windows were high up, but they had very
was supposed to print his name, was R-U-F. wide sills. Rufus was a wonderful climber.
The other letters he scattered here and there He could shinny up trees and poles faster
on the card. The lady did not like this either. than anybody on the block. Faster than Joey.
She gave him still another blank. Rufus tried Now, helping himself up by means of one of
to print smaller and this time he got RUFUS the pine trees that grew close to the building,
in the space, and also he crowded an M at the and by sticking his toes in the ivy and rough
end. Since he was doing so well now, the lady places in the bricks, he scrambled up the
herself printed the offat part of Moffat on the wall. He hoisted himself up on one of the sills
next line. and sat there. He peered in. It was dark
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inside, for the shades had been drawn almost Rufus cautiously made his way over to the
all the way down. steps, but he stopped halfway across the
"Library lady!" he called, and he knocked cellar. Somebody had opened the door at
on the window-pane. There was no answer. the top of the stairs. He couldn't see who it
He put his hands on each side of his face to was, but he did see the light reflected and
shield his eyes, and he looked in for a long, that's how he knew that somebody had
long time. He
could not believe that she had opened the door. It must be the lady. He was
left. to get a book. He had
Rufus was resolved just going to say, "Hey, lady," when he
lost track of the number of times he had been thought, "Gee, maybe it isn't the lady. Maybe
back and forth from home to the library, and it'sa spooky thing."
the library home. Maybe the lady was in the Then the light went away, the door was
cellar. He climbed down, stubbing his big toe closed, and Rufus was left in the dark again.
on the bricks as he did so. He stooped down He didn't like it down here. He started to go
beside one of the low dirt-spattered cellar back to the coal pile to get out of this place.
windows. He couldn't see in. He lay flat on the Then he felt of his application. What a lot of
ground, wiped one spot clean on the window, work he had done to get a book and now that
picked up a few pieces of coal from the sill he was this near to getting one, should he give
and put them in his pocket for Mama. up? No. Anyway, if it was the lady up there,
"Hey, lady," he called. he knew her and she knew him and neither
He gave the cellar window a little push. It one of them was scared of the other. And
wasn't locked, so he opened it a little and Mama always said there's no such thing as a
looked in. All he could see was a high pile of spooky thing.
coal reaching up to this window. Of course he So Rufus bravely made his way again to
didn't put any of that coal in his pocket, for He tiptoed up them. The door at the
the stairs.
that would be stealing. head was not closed tightly. He pushed it
"Hey, lady," he yelled again. His voice open and found himself right in the library.
echoed in the cellar but the library lady did But goodness! There in the little sink room
not answer. He called out, "Hey lady," every right opposite him was the library lady!
few seconds but all that answered him was Rufus stared at her in silence. The library
an echo. He pushed the window open a little lady was eating. Rufus had never seen her do
wider. All of a sudden it swung wide open and anything before but play cards, punch books,
Rufus slid in, right on top of the coal pile and and carry great piles of them around. Now
crash, clatter, bang! He slid to the bottom she was eating. Mama said not to stare at
making a great racket. anybody while they were eating. Still Rufus
A Littleshone through the dusty win-
light didn't know the library lady ate, so it was hard
dows, but on the whole it was very dark and for him not to look at her.
spooky down here and Rufus really wished She had a little gas stove in there. She
that lie was back on the outside looking in. could cook there. She was reading a book at
However, since he was in the library, why not the same time that she was eating. Sylvie
go upstairs quick, get the Brownie book, and could do that too. This lady did not see him.
go home? The window had banged shut, but "Hey, lady," said Rufus.
he thDught he could climb up the coal pile, The Librarian jumped up out of her seat.
pull t le window up, and get out. He certainly "Was that you in the cellar? I thought I heard
hopec he could, anyway. Supposing he somebody. Goodness, young man! I thought
could I't and he had to stay in this cellar! you had gone home long ago."
Well, that he would not think about. He Rufus didn't say anything. He just stood
looked around in the dusky light and saw a there. He had gone home and he had come
stairc ase across the cellar. Luckily his appli- back lots of times. He had the whole thing in
catioi was still good. It was torn and dirty, his mind; the coming and going, and going
but it still had his name on it, RUFUS M. and and coming, and sliding down the coal pile,
that A fas theimportant part. He'd leave this but he did not know where to begin, how to
on th( desk in exchange for the Brownie book. tell it.
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"Didn't you know the library is closed when the library's closed, but I see we'll have
now?" she demanded, coming across the floor to make an exception."
with firm steps. So Rufus rubbed his sooty hands over his
Rufus remained No, he hadn't
silent. face, hid his scooter in the bushes again,
known it. The fellow had told him, but he climbed the granite steps, and, without cir-
hadn't believed him. Now he could see for cling the light, he went back in and gave the
himself that the library was closed so the lady his application.
library lady could eat. If the lady would let The lady took it gingerly. "My, it's dirty,"
him take his book, he'd go home and stay she said. "You really ought to sign another
there. He'd play the game of Find the Duke one."
with Jane. He hopefully held out his card "And go home with it?" asked Rufus. He
with his name on it. really didn't believe this was possible. He
"Here this is," he said. wiped his hot face on his sleeve and looked up
But the lady acted as though she didn't at the lady in exhaustion. What he was think-
even see it. She led Rufus over to the door. ing was: All right. If he had to sign another
"All right now," she said. "Out with you!" one, all right. But would she just please stay
But just as she opened the door the sound of open until he got back?
water boiling over on the stove struck their However, this was not necessary. The lady
ears, and back she raced to her little room. said, "Well, now, I'll try to clean this old one
"Gracious!" she exclaimed. "What a day!" up. But remember, young man, always have
Before the door could close on him, Rufus everything clean your hands, your book,
followed her in and sat down on the edge of a everything, when you come to the library."
chair. The lady thought he had gone and Rufus nodded solemnly. "My feet too," he
started to sip her tea. Rufus watched her assured her.
quietly, waiting for her to finish. Then the lady made Rufus wash his hands
After a while the lady brushed the crumbs again. They really were very bad this time, for
off her lap. And then she washed her hands he had been in a coal pile, and now at last she
and the dishes in the little sink where Rufus gave Rufus the book he wanted one of the
had washed his hands. In a library a lady Palmer Cox Brownie books. This one was The
could eat and could wash. Maybe she slept Brownies in the Philippines.
here, too. Maybe she lived here. And Rufus went home.
"Do you live here?" Rufus asked her. When he reached home, he showed Mama
"Mercy on us!" exclaimed the lady. his book. She smiled at him, and gave his
"Where'd you come from? Didn't I send you cheek a pat. She thought it was fine that he
home? No, I don't live here and neither do had gone to the library and joined all by
you. Come now, out with you, young man. I himself and taken out a book. And she
mean it." The lady called all boys "young thought it was fine when Rufus sat down at
man" and all girls "Susie." She came out of the kitchen table, was busy and quiet for a
the little room and she opened the big brown long, long time, and then showed her what he
door again. "There," she said. "Come back on had done.
Thursday." He had printed RUFUS M. That was what
Rufus's eyes filled up with tears. he had done. And that's the way he learned to
"Here's this," he said again, holding up his sign his name. And that's the way he always
application in a last desperate attempt. But did sign his name for a long, long time.
the lady shook her head. Rufus went slowly
down the steps, felt around in the bushes for
Louise Fitzhugh
his scooter, and with drooping spirits he
mounted it. Then for the second time that
Harriet the Spy
day, the library lady changed her mind.
"Oh, well," she said, "come back here, Harriet's ambitions to be a writer have taken the
young man. I'm not supposed to do business form of keeping a notebook and writing down
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 755
her impressions of everyone as well as what she ing around, but they couldn't find it any-
observes them to be doing. Such spying has where. Harriet suddenly remembered that
become a regular routine with her, and she some things had been knocked down before
considers it part of her life. A distinctly contem- they ran away from the others. She began to
porary child whose parents are emotionally re- run back toward them. She ran and ran,
mote, Harriet's independence and sense of her- yelling like a banshee the whole way.
self are cruelly upset when her notebook is taken When she got back to where they had
from her. [From Louise Fitzhugh, Harriet the Spy started she saw the whole class Beth Ellen,
(Harper, 1964).] Pinky Whitehead, Carrie Andrews, Marion
Hawthorne, Laura Peters, and The Boy with
the Purple Socks all sitting around a bench
That day, after school, everyone felt in a good while Janie Gibbs read to them from the
mood because the weather was suddenly gay notebook.
and soft like spring. They hung around out- Harriet descended upon them with a
side, the whole class together, which was scream that was supposed to frighten Janie
something they never did. Sport said sud- so much she would drop the book. But Janie
denly, "Hey, why don't we go to the park and didn't frighten easily. She just stopped read-
play tag?" ing and looked up calmly. The others looked
Harriet was late for her spying, but she up too. She looked at all their eyes and sud-
thought she would just play one game and denly Harriet M. Welsch was afraid.
then leave. They all seemed to think this was They just looked and looked, and their eyes
a smashing idea, so everyone filed across the were the meanest eyes she had ever seen.
street. They formed a little knot and wouldn't let her
The kind of tag they played wasn't very near them. Rachel and Sport came up then.
complicated; in fact Harriet thought it was Marion Hawthorne said fiercely, "Rachel,
rather silly. The object seemed to be to run come over here." Rachel walked over to her,
around in circles and get very tired, then and after Marion had whispered in her ear,
whoever was "it" tried to knock everyone got the same mean look.
else's books out of their arms. They played Janie said, "Sport, come over here."
and played. Beth Ellen was eliminated at "Whadaya mean?" said Sport.
once, having no strength. Sport was the best. "I have something to tell you," Janie said
He managed to knock down everyone's books in a very pointed way.
except: Rachel Hennessey's and Harriet's. Sport walked over and Harriet's heart went
He ran round and round then, very fast. into her sneakers. "FINKS!" Harriet felt
Suddenly he knocked a few of Harriet's rather hysterical. She didn't know what that
things off her arms, then Rachel tried to tease word meant, but since her father said it all the
him away, and Harriet started to run like time, she knew it was bad.
crazy. Soon she was running and running as Janie passed the notebook to Sport and
fast as she could in the direction of the may- Rachel, never taking her eyes off Harriet as
or's house. Rachel was right after her and she did so. "Sport, you're on page thirty-four;
Sport .vas close behind. Rachel, you're on fifteen," she said quietly.
They ran and ran along the river. Then Sport read his and burst into tears. "Read it
they were on the grass and Sport fell down. It aloud, Sport," said Janie harshly.
wasn' any fun with him not chasing, so "I can't." Sport hid his face.
Rachel and Harriet waited until he got up. The book was passed back to Janie. Janie
Then le was very quick and got them. read the passage in a solemn voice.
All )f Rachel's books were on the ground,
and some of Harriet's.They began to pick SOMETIMES I CAN'T STAND SPORT. WITH HIS WOR-
them ip to go back and join the others. RYING ALL THE TIME AND FUSSING OVER HIS
Sud ienly Harriet screeched in horror, FATHER, SOMETIMES HE'S LIKE A LITTLE OLD
"Whei 3 is my notebook?" They all began look- WOMAN.
756 THE STORIED WORLD
Sport turned his back on Harriet, but even Janie looked as though she had been
from his back Harriet could see that he was struck. Sport looked at her sympathetically.
crying. They looked at each other, in fact, in a long,
"That's not fair," she screamed. "There're meaningful way.
some nice things about Sport in there." Janie read on:
Everyone got very still. Janie spoke very
WHAT TO DO ABOUT PINKY WHITEHEAD
quietly. "Harriet, go over there on that bench
until we decide what we're going to do to TURN THE HOSE ON HIM.
1.
Gathering courage from this, Peter spoke The next morning when Harriet arrived at
again. "She wanted to make it a whole purple school no one spoke to her. They didn't even
suit, but I rebelled." look at her. It was exactly as though no one at
"I don't blame you," said Janie. all had walked into the room. Harriet sat
Peter bobbed his head and grinned. They down and felt like a lump. She looked at
all grinned back at him because he had a everyone's desk, but there was no sign of the
tooth missing and looked rather funny, but notebook. She looked at every face and on
also he wasn't a bad sort, so they all began to every face was a plan, and on each face was
like him a little bit. the same plan. They had organization. I'm
They read on: going to get it, she thought grimly.
That was not the worst of it. The worst was
MISS ELSON HAS A WART BEHIND HER ELBOW.
that even though she knew she shouldn't, she
This was fairly boring so they, skipped had stopped by the stationery store on the way
ahead. to school and had bought another notebook.
She had tried not to write in it, but she was
IONCE SAW MISS ELSON WHEN SHE DIDN'T SEE
such a creature of habit that even now she
ME AND SHE WAS PICKING HER NOSE.
found herself taking it out of the pocket of her
That was better, but still they wanted to jumper, and furthermore, the next minute
read about themselves. she was scratching in a whole series of
things.
CARRIE ANDREWS' MOTHER HAS THE BIGGEST
FRONT I EVER SAW. THEY ARE OUT TO GET ME. THE WHOLE ROOM IS
FILLED WITH MEAN EYES. I WON'T GET THROUGH
There was a great deal of tension in the
THE DAY. I MIGHT THROW UP MY TOMATO SAND-
group after this last item. Then Sport gave a WICH. EVEN SPORT AND JANIE. WHAT DID I SAY
big horselaugh, and Pinky Whitehead's ears ABOUT JANIE? I DON'T REMEMBER. NEVER MIND.
turned bright red. Janie smiled a fierce and
THEY MAY THINK I AM A WEAKLING BUT A SPY IS
frightening smile at Carrie Andrews, who TRAINED FOR THIS KIND OF FIGHT. I AM READY
looked as though she wanted to dive under
FOR THEM.
the bench.
WHEN GROW UP I GOING TO FIND OUT EVERY-
I'M She went on scratching until Miss Elson
THING ABOUT EVERYBODY AND PUT IT ALL IN A cleared her throat, signifying she had entered
BOOK. THE BOOK IS GOING TO BE CALLED SECRETS the room. Then everyone stood up as they
BY HARRIET M. WELSCH. I WILL ALSO HAVE PHOTO- always did, bowed, said, "Good morning, Miss
GRAPH 3 IN IT AND MAYBE SOME MEDICAL CHARTS Elson," and sat back down. It was the custom
IF I CAN GET THEM. at this moment for everyone to punch each
other. Harriet looked around for someone to
Rachel stood up, "I have to go home. Is do some poking with, but they all sat stony-
there anything about me?" faced as though they had never poked anyone
They flipped through until they found her in their whole lives.
name. It made Harriet feel better to try and quote
I DONT KNOW EXACTLY IF I LIKE RACHEL OR like Ole Golly, so she wrote:
WHETF ER IT IS JUST THAT I LIKE GOING TO HER THE SINS OF THE FATHERS
HOUSE BECAUSE HER MOTHER MAKES HOMEMADE
CAKE. IF I HAD A CLUB I'M NOT SURE I WOULD That was all she knew from the Bible
HAVE ACHEL IN IT.
I besides the shortest verse: "Jesus wept."
Class began and all was forgotten in the joy
"Thank you," Rachel said politely and left
of writing Harriet M. Welsch at the top of the
for ho ne.
page.
Laura Peters left too after the last item:
Halfway through the class Harriet saw a
LAU PETERS DOESN'T STOP SMILING AT ME IN
IA tiny piece of paper float to the floor on her
IAT V ISHY-WASHY WAY I'M GOING TO GIVE HER A right. Ah-ha, she thought, the chickens; they
GOOD J ICK. are making up already. She reached down to
758 THE STORIED WORLD
get the note. A hand flew past her nose and There is nothing thatmakes me sicker than watch-
she realized that the note had been retrieved ing Harriet M. Welsch eat a tomato sandwich.
in a neat backhand by Janie who sat to the Pinky Whitehead
right of her. The note must have misfired. Pinky sat to
Well, she thought, so it wasn't for me, the right and it was addressed to Sport, who
that's all. She looked at Carrie, who had sent sat on her left.
the note, and Carrie looked carefully away What was sickening about a tomato sand-
without even giggling. wich? Harriet the taste in her mouth.
felt
Harriet wrote in her notebook: Were they crazy? It was the best taste in the
world. Her mouth watered at the memory of
CARRIE ANDREWS HAS AN UGLY PIMPLE RIGHT
the mayonnaise. It was an experience, as
NEXT TO HER NOSE.
Mrs. Welsch was always saying. How could it
Feeling better, she attacked her homework make anyone sick? Pinky Whitehead was
with renewed zeal. She was getting hungry. what could make you sick. Those stick legs
Soon she would have her tomato sandwich. and the way his neck seemed to swivel up and
She looked up at Miss Elson who was looking down away from his body. She wrote in her
at Marion Hawthorne who was scratching notebook:
her knee. As Harriet looked back at her work
THERE NO REST FOR THE WEARY.
IS
she suddenly saw a glint of white sticking out
of Janie's jumper pocket. It was the note! As she looked up she saw Marion Haw-
thorne turn swiftly in her direction. Then
Perhaps she could just reach over ever so
quietly and pull back very quickly. She had to suddenly she was looking full at Marion Haw-
see. thorne's tongue out at her, and a terribly ugly
She watched her own arm moving very face around the tongue, with eyes all screwed
quietly over, inch by inch. Was Carrie An- up and pulled down by two fingers so that the
drews watching? No. Another inch. Another. whole thing looked as though Marion Haw-
There!! She had it. Janie obviously hadn't thorne were going to be carted away to the
felt a thing. Now to read! She looked at hospital. Harriet glanced quickly at Miss
Miss Elson but she seemed to be in a dream. Elson. Miss Elson was dreaming out the win-
She unfolded the tiny piece of paper and dow. Harriet wrote quickly:
read: HOW UNLIKE MARION HAWTHORNE. I DIDN'T
THINK SHE EVER DID ANYTHING BAD.
Harriet M. Welsch smells. Don't you think so?
Then she heard the giggles. She looked up.
Oh, no! Did she really smeU? What of? Bad,
Everyone had caught the look. Everyone was
obviously. Must be very bad. She held up her
giggling and laughing with Marion, even
hand and got excused from class. She went
Sport and Janie. Miss Elson turned around
into the bathroom and smelled herself all
and every face went blank, everybody bent
over, but she couldn't smell anything bad.
again over the desks. Harriet wrote quietly:
Then she washed her hands and face. She
was going to leave, then she went back and PERHAPS I CAN TALK TO MY MOTHER ABOUT
washed her feet just in case. Nothing CHANGING SCHOOLS. I HAVE THE FEELING THIS
smelled. What were they talking about? Any-
MORNING THAT EVERYONE IN THIS SCHOOL IS
INSANE. I MIGHT POSSIBLY BRING A HAM SAND-
way, now, just to be sure, they would smell of
WICH TOMORROW BUT I HAVE TO THINK
soap.
When she got back to her desk, she noticed ABOUT IT.
a piece of paper next to where her foot
little The lunch bell rang. Everyone jumped as
would ordinarily be when she sat down. Ah, though they had one body and pushed out the
this will explain it, she thought. She made a door. Harriet jumped too, but for some reason
swift move, as though falling, and retrieved or other three people bumped into her as she
the note without Miss Elson seeing. She un- did. It was so fast she didn't even see who it
rolled it eagerly and read: was, but the way they did it she was pushed
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 759
so farback that she was the last one out the herself thinking "Everybody hates me, every-
door. They all ran ahead, had gotten their body hates me."
lunchboxes, and were outside by the time she At first she didn't listen to it and then she
got to the cloakroom. It's true that she was heard what she was feeling. She said it sever-
detained because she had to make a note of al times to hear it better. Then she reached
the fact that Miss Elson went to the science nervously for her notebook and wrote in big,
room to talk to Miss Maynard, which had block letters, the way she used to write when
never happened before in the history of the she was little.
school.
When she picked up her lunch the bag felt
EVERYBODY HATES ME.
very light. She reached inside and there was She leaned back and thought about it. It
only crumpled paper. They had taken her was time for her cake and milk, so she got up
tomato sandwich. They had taken her tomato and went downstairs in her pajamas to have
sandwich. Someone had taken it. She it. The cook started a fight with her, saying
couldn't get over it. This was completely that if she were sick she couldn't have any
against the rules of the school. No one was cake and milk.
supposed to steal your tomato sandwich. She Harriet felt big hot tears come to her eyes
had been coming to this school since she was and she started to scream.
four let's see, that made seven years and The cook said calmly, "Either you go to
in all those seven years no one had ever taken school and you come home and have your
her tomato sandwich. Not even during those cake and milk, or you are sick and you don't
six months when she had brought pickle get cake and milk because that's no good for
sandwiches with mustard. No one had even you when you're sick; but you don't lie around
asked for so much as a bite. Sometimes up there all day and then get cake and milk."
Beth Ellen passed around olives because no "That's the most unreasonable thing I ever
one else had olives and they were very chic, heard of," Harriet screamed. She began to
but that was the extent of the sharing. And scream as loud as she could. Suddenly she
now here it was noon and she had nothing heard herself saying over and over again,
to eat. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." Even as
She was aghast. What could she do? It she did it she knew she didn't really hate
would be ridiculous to go around asking "Has the cook; in fact, she rather liked her, but
anyone seen a tomato sandwich?" They were it seemed to her that at that moment she
with the purple socks, and even Sport and home and kill her. As it turned out, she didn't.
Janie, especially Sport and Janie. When they got home, she said briskly, "All
She just hated them. I hate them, she right, Harriet the Spy, come into the library
thought. She picked up her notebook: and talk to me."
WHEN AM BIG I WILL BE A SPY. I WILL GO TO ONE
I
Harriet followed her, dragging her feet.
COUNTRY AND I WILL FIND OUT ITS SECRETS AND She wished she were Beth Ellen who had
THEN I WILL GO TO ANOTHER COUNTRY AND TELL never met her mother.
THEM AND THEN FIND OUT THEIR SECRETS AND I "Now, Harriet, I hear you're keeping dossi-
ers on everyone in school."
WILL GO BACK TO THE FIRST ONE AND RAT ON THE
SECOND AND I WILL GO TO THE SECOND AND RAT "What's that?" Harriet had been prepared
to deny everything but this was a new one.
ON THE FIRST. I WILL BE THE BEST SPY THERE
EVER WAS AND I WILL KNOW EVERYTHING. EVERY- "You keep a notebook?"
THING.
"A notebook?"
"Well, don't you?"
As she began to fall asleep she thought, "Why?"
And then they'll all be petrified of me. "Answer me, Harriet." It was serious.
"Yes."
Harriet was sick for three days. That is, she "What did you put in it?"
lay in bed for three days. Then her mother "Everything."
took her to see the kindly old family doctor. "Well, what kind of thing?"
He used to be a kindly old family doctor who "Just .
things."
. .
made house calls, but now he wouldn't any- "Harriet Welsch, answer me. What do you
more. One day he had stamped his foot at write about your classmates?"
Harriet's mother and said, "I like my office "Oh, just . . .
well, things I think. . . .
and I'm going to stay in it. I pay so much rent Some nice things . . . and and mean
on this office that if I leave it for five minutes things."
my child misses a year of school. I'm never "And your friends saw it?"
coming out again." And from that moment on "Yes, but they shouldn't have looked. It's
he didn't. Harriet rather respected him for it, private. It even says PRIVATE all over the
but his stethoscope was cold. front of it."
When he had looked Harriet all over, he "Nevertheless, they did. Right?"
said to her mother, "There isn't a blessed "Yes."
thing wrong with her." "And then what happened?"
Harriet's mother gave her a dirty look, then "Nothing."
sent her out into the outer office. As Harriet "Nothing?" Harriet's mother looked very
closed the door behind her she heard the skeptical.
doctor saying, "I think I know what's the "Well . . .
my tomato sandwich disap-
matter with her. Carrie told us some long peared."
story about a notebook." "Don't you think that maybe all those mean
Harriet stopped dead in her tracks. "That's things made them angry?"
right," she said out loud to herself, "his name Harriet considered this as though it had
is Dr. Andrews, so he's Carrie Andrews' fa- never entered her mind. "Well, maybe, but
ther." they shouldn't have looked. It's private prop-
She got out her notebook and wrote it erty."
down. Then she wrote: "That, Harriet, is beside the point. They
did. Now why do you think they got angry?"
IWONDER WHY HE DOESN'T CURE THAT PIMPLE "I don't know."
ON CARRIE'S NOSE?
"Well ." Mrs. Welsch seemed to be de-
. .
"Comeon, young lady, we're going home." bating whether to say what she finally did.
Harriet's mother took her by the hand. She "How did you feel when you got some of
looked as though she might take Harriet those notes?"
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 761
There was a silence. Harriet looked at her my child, I'd slap you right across the face. In
feet. fact, you just watch it, I might anyway," the
"Harriet?" Her mother was waiting for an cook spluttered in exasperation.
answer. But Harriet was up the stairs again, out of
"I think I feel sick again. I think I'll go to reach. She had only descended to wrest a
bed." piece of toast from the cook instead of having
"Now, darling, you're not sick. Just think to wait in the dining room. She stomped to her
about a moment. How did you feel?"
it place and sat down with a thump. Her mother
Harriet burst into tears. She ran to her looked her over.
mother and cried very hard. "I felt awful. I "Harriet, you haven't washed, and further-
felt awful," was all she could say. Her mother more it seems to me those clothes look awful-
hugged her and kissed her a lot. The more she ly familiar. Go up and change." Her mother
hugged her the better Harriet felt. She was said all this cheerfully.
still being hugged when her father came Harriet was off and running again.
home. He hugged her too, even though he Clackety Clack, her feet went on the parquet
didn't know what it was all about. After that floor, then thrump, thrump, thrump up the
they all had dinner and Harriet went up to carpeted stairs. She ran all the way into her
bed. little bathroom. She had a fleeting sensation
Before going to sleep she wrote in her of being tired as she stood over the basin
notebook: washing her hands.
The sun was pouring through the tiny win-
THAT WAS ALL VERY NICE BUT IT HAS NOTHING TO
dow which overlooked the park and the river.
DO WITH MY NOTEBOOK. ONLY OLE GOLLY UNDER-
Harriet stared, lost in a sudden dream. She
STANDS ABOUT MY NOTEBOOK. I WILL ALWAYS
turned the soap over and over in her hands
HAVE A NOTEBOOK. I THINK I WILL WRITE DOWN
and felt the warm water on her fingers as she
EVERYTHING, EVERY SINGLE SOLITARY THING
watched a tugboat, yellow with a red stack,
THAT HAPPENS TO ME.
bob neatly up the river, the frothy V behind it
She went peacefully to sleep. The next curling into emptiness.
morning the first thing she did when she A bell tinkled somewhere downstairs, and
woke up was to reach for her notebook and her mother called up the steps, "Harriet,
scribble furiously: you'll be late for school." Harriet suddenly
woke up and saw that the soap had become a
WHEN WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WISH WERE
I I I
big mush in her hands. She washed it all off
DEAD.
then flew down the steps, drying her hands
Having disposed of that, she got up, put on briskly on her dress as she went.
the same clothes she had had on the day Her father was at the table behind a news-
before. Before she went downstairs she began paper. Her mother was behind another news-
to thir k about the fact that her room was in paper.
the attic. She wrote: The cook waddled muttering, "Scared
in,
mother was a long, distant "Noooooooo," like steps was almost nose to nose with Rachel.
the howl of a tiny wind, as Harriet flew "Listen here, Rachel Hennessey, just what do
through the front door and down the front you mean by that?"
steps. Rachel began to get nervous. Harriet
Once out of the house she slowed to a pressed her advantage. "You know, Rachel,
dawdle and began looking around her. Why that you're KNOWN
for never meaning any-
do I run so? she thought. I have only two and thing you say. You know that, don't you?"
a half blocks to walk. She was always early. Rachel looked completely taken aback. She
She crossed East End at the corner of Eighty- stood her ground, but she remained silent.
sixth and walked through the park, climbing Only her eyes, which watered suddenly, let
the small hill up through the early morning Harriet know that she was afraid.
onto the esplanade, and finally sat, plunk on "All of you of you better stop acting
all
a bench right by the river's edge. The sunlight way
this or
to me
... or ... you're going to
coming off the river made her squint her eyes. GET it!" Harriet realized, too late, that she
She opened her notebook and wrote: was getting carried away because her arms
were flailing around.
SOMETIMES THAT HOUSE GETS ME. I MUST MAKE A
WAYS TO MAKE MYSELF BETTER.
LIST OF Something stirred deep in Rachel. Perhaps
this last remark had made her see that
NUMBER (1) STOP RUNNING INTO THE COOK.
was frightened. At
Harriet, for all her yelling,
NUMBER (2) PUT DOWN EVERY SINGLE THING IN
THIS NOTEBOOK. any suddenly she laughed in a rather
rate,
NUMBER (3) NEVER, NEVER, NEVER LET ANYONE spooky way, and as she did she backed away.
She continued to laugh and to back, and only
SEE IT.
HOW I CAN REALLY GET when it was obvious that she was poised for
NUMBER (4) FIND OUT
instant flight did she say, "Oh, no, you don't.
MYSELF UP EARLIER IN THE MORN-
You're wrong there. We have a plan. It's YOU
ING SO I CAN GET MORE SPYING DONE
who's going to get it. We have a PLAN ... a
IN THIS TIME BEFORE SCHOOL. I AM
PLAN. ..." and it echoed behind her as she
SO DUMB AND THERE IS SO MUCH TO
ran, her heels flying up and almost touching
FIND OUT THAT I HAD BETTER BEGIN
the sash of her plaid dress, she ran so hard.
USING ALL MY FREE TIME SPYING.
Harriet stood there looking into the silence.
Just at that moment Harriet felt someone She picked up her notebook. She put it down
give her a hard little clip on the shoulder. She again and looked out over the water. The sun
looked up quickly and there was Rachel Hen- had dimmed. It might rain. She picked up the
nessey. She stood there squinting at Harriet notebook again.
through her glasses. Harriet squinted back at
her. A PLAN. THIS IS SERIOUS. THEY MEAN BUSINESS.
"Writing again in that notebook, eh?" Ra- IT MEANS THEY HAVE BEEN TALKING AMONG
chel shot this out of her mouth like a gang- THEMSELVES. ARE THEY GOING TO KILL ME? IS
ster. She stood squarely on her two feet, THIS MY LAST VIEW OF CARL SCHURZ PARK? WILL
squinting. THERE BE NOTHING LEFT HERE TOMORROW ON
"So what?" Harriet's voice shook. Then she THIS BENCH? WILL ANYONE REMEMBER HARRIET
got control of herself. "So what if I am? M. WELSCH?
Whadaya wanta make of it?"
Rachel turned mysterious. "You'll see. She rose and walked slowly to school.
stiffly
You'll see what you Miss Harriet the
get, Everything looked very green and holy in that
Spy." She pivoted slowly on one foot all the sad light before a rain. Even the Good Humor
way around, then stood squarely again, man on the corner, the one with the ridicu-
squinting. A prism of light caught her glass- lous nose, looked sad and moody. He took out
es, so Harriet couldn't see her eyes. a large blue handkerchief and blew his nose.
Harriet felt it necessary to become menac- It was somehow so touching that Harriet had
ing. She slid slowly off the bench and in two to look away.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 763
The door to the school was alive with clam- fritteredaway his spare time over at the
oring children. She wished that she could barber shop with the sheriff and the boys, so,
wait until everyone was in, then walk se- what was the good of a labor saving device
dately, alone, down the corridors as though to that gave you more time to fritter?
her own execution. But if she did, she would When Homer and his mother got to Center-
be late. She ran toward the school. burg they stopped at the lunch room, and
afterAunt Agnes had come out and said,
"My, how that boy does grow!" which was
Robert McCloskey what she always said, she went off with
Homer's mother in the car. Homer went into
Homer Price
the lunch room and said, "Howdy, Uncle
Robert McCloskey has created a very real Ameri- Ulysses!"
can boy in the character of Homer Price, who has "Oh, hello, Homer. You're just in time,"
a talent for getting himself involved in fantastic said Uncle Ulysses. "I've been going over
and incredible situations. This story of the non- this automatic doughnut machine, oiling the
stop doughnut machine is rollicking good fun. machinery and cleaning the works . . .
[From Robert McCloskey, Homer Price (Viking, wonderful things, these labor saving de-
1943).] vices."
"Yep," agreed Homer, and picked up a
clothand started polishing the metal trim-
The Doughnuts
mings while Uncle Ulysses tinkered with the
One Friday night in November Homer over- inside workings.
heard, his mother talking on the telephone to "Opfwo-oof!" sighed Uncle Ulysses and,
Aunt Agnes over in Centerburg. "I'll stop by "Look here, Homer, you've got a mechanical
with the car in about half an hour and we can mind. See if you can find where these two
go to the meeting together," she said, because pieces fit in. I'm going across to the barber
tonight was the night the Ladies' Club was shop for a spell, 'cause there's somethin' I've
meeting to discuss plans for a box social and got to talk to the sheriff about. There won't be
to knit and sew for the Red Cross. much business here until the double feature
"I think I'll come along and keep Uncle is over and I'll be back before then."
Ulysses company while you and Aunt Agnes Then as Uncle Ulysses went out the door he
are at the meeting," said Homer. said, "Uh, Homer, after you get the pieces in
So after Homer had combed his hair and place, would you mind mixing up a batch of
his mother had looked to see if she had her doughnut batter and put it in the machine?
knitting instructions and the right size nee- You could turn the switch and make a few
dles, they started for town. doughnuts to have on hand for the crowd
Homer's Uncle Ulysses and Aunt Agnes after the movie ... if you don't mind."
have a very up and coming lunch room over "O.K.," said Homer, 'Til take care of
in Centerburg, just across from the court everything."
house an the town square. Uncle Ulysses is a A fewminutes later a customer came in
man with advanced ideas and a weakness for and "Good evening, Bud."
said,
labor saving devices. He equipped the lunch Homer looked up from putting the last
room with automatic toasters, automatic cof- piece in the doughnut machine and said,
fee maker, automatic dish washer, and an "Good evening, Sir, what can I do for you?"
autom itic doughnut maker. All just the latest "Well, young feller, I'd like a cup o' coffee
thing n labor saving devices. Aunt Agnes and some doughnuts," said the customer.
would throw up her hands and sigh every "I'm sorry, Mister, but we won't have
time L ncle Ulysses bought a new labor sav- any doughnuts for about half an hour, until
ing de 'ice. Sometimes she became unkindly I can mix some dough and start this ma-
disposi d toward him for days and days. She chine. I could give you some very fine
was ol the opinion that Uncle Ulysses just sugar rolls instead."
764 THE STORIED WORLD
"Well, Bud, I'm in no real hurry so I'll "Now, young man, you simply must allow
just have a cup o' coffee and wait around me to help. You know, I haven't made dough-
a bit for the doughnuts. Fresh doughnuts nuts for years, but I know the best receipt for
are always worth waiting for is what I al- doughnuts. It's marvelous, and we really
ways say." must use it."
"O.K.," said Homer, and he drew a cup of "But, Ma'm . . ." said Homer.
coffee from Uncle Ulysses' super automatic "Now just wait till you taste these dough-
coffee maker. nuts," said the lady. "Do you have an apron?"
"Nice place you've got here," said the cus- she asked, as she took off her fur coat and her
tomer. rings and her jewelry and rolled up her
"Oh, yes," replied Homer, "this is a very up sleeves. "Charles," she said to the chauffeur,
and coming lunch room with all the latest "hand me that baking powder, that's right,
improvements." and, young man, we'll need some nutmeg."
"Yes," said the stranger, "must be a good So Homer and the chauffeur stood by and
business. I'm in business too. A traveling handed things and cracked the eggs while the
man in outdoor advertising. I'm a sandwich lady mixed and stirred. Mr. Gabby sat on his
man, Mr. Cabby's my name." stool, sipped his coffee, and looked on with
"My name is Homer. I'm glad to meet you, great interest.
Mr. Gabby. It must be a fine profession, trav- "There!" said the lady when all of the
eling and advertising sandwiches." ingredients were mixed. "Just wait till you
"Oh no," said Mr. Gabby, "I don't advertise taste these doughnuts!"
sandwiches, I just wear any kind of an ad, "It looks like an awful lot of batter," said
one sign on front and one sign on behind, this Homer as he stood on a chair and poured it
way Like a sandwich. Ya know what I
. . . into the doughnut machine with the help of
mean?" the chauffeur. "It's about ten times as much
"Oh, I see. That must be fun, and you as Uncle Ulysses ever makes."
travel too?" asked Homer as he got out the "But wait till you taste them!" said the lady
flour and the baking powder. with an eager look and a smile.
"Yeah, I ride the rods between jobs, on Homer got down from the chair and pushed
freight trains, ya know what I mean?" a button on the machine marked, "Start."
"Yes, but isn't that dangerous?" asked Rings of batter started dropping into the hot
Homer. fat. After a ring of batter was cooked on one
"Of course there's a certain amount a risk, side an automatic gadget turned it over and
but you take any method a travel these days, the other side would cook. Then another auto-
it's all dangerous. Ya know what I mean? matic gadget gave the doughnut a little push
Now take airplanes for instance ." . . and it rolled neatly down a little chute, all
Just then a large shiny black car stopped in ready to eat.
front of the lunch room and a chauffeur "That's a simply fascinating machine,"
helped a lady out of the rear door. They both said the lady as she waited for the first dough-
came inside and the lady smiled at Homer nut to roll out.
and said, "We've stopped for a light snack. "Here, young man, you must have the first
Some doughnuts and coffee would be simply one. Now isn't that just too delicious!? Isn't it
of milk for himself. Then they all sat down at thirty-seven doughnuts roll down the little
"I'm so glad you enjoy my doughnuts," said the sarber bhop, I mean the barber shop."
the lady. "But now, Charles, we really must "Oh, hello, sheriff. This is Homer. Could I
be going. If you will just take this apron, speak to Uncle Ulysses?"
Homer, and put two dozen doughnuts in a bag "Well, he's playing pinochle right now,"
to take along, we'll be on our way. And, said the sheriff. "Anythin' I can tell 'im?"
Charles, don't forget to pay the young man." "Yes," said Homer. "I pushed the button
She rolled down her sleeves and put on her marked Stop on the doughnut machine but
jewelry, then Charles managed to get her into the rings of batter keep right on dropping into
her big fur coat. the hot fat, and an automatic gadget keeps
"Good night, young man, I haven't had so right on turning them over, and another auto-
much fun in years. I really haven't!" said the matic gadget keeps giving them a little push,
lady, as she went out the door and into the big and the doughnuts keep right on rolling down
shiny car. the little chute! It won't stop!"
"Those are sure good doughnuts," said Mr. "O.K. Wold the hire, I mean, hold the wire
and I'll tell 'im." Then Homer looked over his
Gabby as the car moved off.
"You bet!" said Homer. Then he and Mr. shoulder and counted another twenty-one
Gabby stood and watched the automatic doughnuts roll down the little chute, all ready
doughnut machine make doughnuts. to eat. Then the sheriff said, "He'll be right
After a few dozen more doughnuts had over. . .
Just gotta finish this hand."
.
rolled. down the little chute, Homer said, "I "That's good," said Homer. "G'by, sheriff."
guess that's about enough doughnuts to sell The window was full of doughnuts by now
to the after theater customers. I'd better turn so Homer and Mr. Gabby had to hustle around
the machine off for a while." and start stacking them on plates and trays
Homer pushed the button marked Stop and lining them up on the counter.
and there was a little click, but nothing hap- "Sure are a lot of doughnuts!" said Homer.
pened. The rings of batter kept right on "You bet!" said Mr. Gabby. "I lost count at
dropping into the hot fat, and an automatic twelve hundred and two and that was quite a
gadget kept right on turning them over, and while back."
another automatic gadget kept right on giv- People had begun to gather outside the
ing them a little push and the doughnuts kept lunch room window, and someone was say-
right on rolling down the little chute, all ready ing, "There are almost as many doughnuts as
to eat. there are people in Centerburg, and I wonder
"That's funny," said Homer, "I'm sure how in tarnation Ulysses thinks he can sell all
that's the right button!" He pushed it again of 'em!"
but the automatic doughnut maker kept right Every once in a while somebody would
on malting doughnuts. come inside and buy some, but while some-
"Well I guess I must have put one of those body bought two to eat and a dozen to
pieces in backwards," said Homer. take home, the machine made three dozen
"Thon it might stop if you pushed the but- more.
"
ton rm rked Start, said Mr. Gabby. By the time Uncle Ulysses and the sheriff
Homer did, and the doughnuts still kept arrived and pushed through the crowd, the
rolling down the little chute, just as regular lunch room was a calamity of doughnuts!
as a cl )ck can tick. Doughnuts in the window, doughnuts piled
"I g less we could sell a few more dough- high on the shelves, doughnuts stacked on
nuts," said Homer, "but I'd better telephone plates, doughnuts lined up twelve deep all
Uncle Ulysses over at the barber shop." along the counter, and doughnuts still rolling
Homei gave the number and while he down the little chute, just as regular as a
waited for someone to answer he counted clock can tick.
766 THE STORIED WORLD
"Hello, sheriff, hello, Uncle Ulysses, we're "Zeus!" said Uncle Ulysses. "We must get
having a little trouble here," said Homer. rid of these doughnuts before Aggy gets
"Well, I'll be dunked!!" said Uncle Ulysses. here!"
"Dernd ef you won't be when Aggy gits "Looks like you will have ta hire a truck ta
home," said the sheriff. "Mighty fine dough- waul 'em ahay, I mean haul 'em away!!" said
nuts though. What'll you do with 'em all, the sheriff who had just come in. Just then
Ulysses?" there was a noise and a shoving out front and
Uncle Ulysses groaned and said, "What the lady from the shiny black car and her
will Aggy say? We'll never sell 'em all." chauffeur came pushing through the crowd
Then Mr. Gabby, who hadn't said anything and into the lunch room.
for a long time, stopped piling doughnuts and "Oh, gracious!" she gasped, ignoring the
said, "What you need is an advertising man. doughnuts, "I've lost my diamond bracelet,
Ya know what I mean? You got the dough- and I know here on the counter," she
I left it
NUTS" in big letters on the window too. Then the lady said, "I'll offer a reward of
Meanwhile the rings of batter kept right on one hundred dollars for that bracelet! It really
dropping into the hot fat, and an automatic must be found! ... it really must!"
gadget kept right on turning them over, and "Now don't you worry, lady," said the sher-
another automatic gadget kept right on giv- iff. "I'll get your bracelet back!"
ing them a little push, and the doughnuts "Zeus! This is terrible!" said Uncle Ulys-
kept right on rolling down the little chute, just ses. "First all of these doughnuts and then on
as regular as a clock can tick. top of all that, a lost diamond bracelet. ." .
"I certainly hope this advertising works," Mr. Gabby tried to comfort him, and he
said Uncle Ulysses, wagging his head. said, "There's always a bright side. That
"Aggy '11 certainly throw a fit if it don't." machine'll probably run outta batter in an
The sheriff went outside to keep order, hour or two."
because there was quite a crowd by now all If Mr. Gabby hadn't been quick on his feet
looking at the doughnuts and guessing how Uncle Ulysses would have knocked him
many thousand there were, and watching down, sure as fate.
new ones roll down the little chute, just as Then while the lady wrung her hands and
regular as a clock can tick. Homer and Uncle said, "We must find it, we must!" and Uncle
Ulysses kept stacking doughnuts. Once in a Ulysses was moaning about what Aunt Agnes
while somebody bought a few, but not very would say, and the sheriff was eyeing Mr.
often. Gabby, Homer sat down and thought hard.
Then Mr. Gabby came back and said, Before twenty more doughnuts could roll
"Say, you know there's not much use o' me down the little chute, he shouted, "SAY! I
advertisin' at the theater. The show's all know where the bracelet is! It was lying here
over, and besides almost everybody in town on the counter and got mixed up in the batter
is out front watching that machine make by mistake! The bracelet is cooked inside one
doughnuts!" of these doughnuts!"
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 767
"Why ... I really believe you're right," into the hot fat, and the automatic gadget
said the lady through her tears. "Isn't that kept right on turning them over, and the other
amazing? Simply amazing!" automatic gadget kept right on giving them a
"I'll be durn'd!" said the sheriff. little push, and the doughnuts kept right on
"OhH-h!" moaned Uncle Ulysses. "Now rolling down the little chute just as regular as
we have to break up all of these doughnuts to a clock can tick they just kept right on a
find it. Think of the pieces! Think of the comin', an' a comin', an' a comin', an' a
crumbs! Think of what Aggy will say!" comin'."
"Nope," said Homer. "We won't have to
break them up. I've got a plan."
Erich Kastner
So Homer and the advertising man took
some cardboard and some paint and printed Emil and the Detectives
another sign. They put this sign in the win-
dow, and the sandwich man wore two more The special charm of this story is the great partic-
signs that said the same thing and walked ularity and seriousness with which the pursuit of
around in the crowd out front. the thief is handled. Considered a classic, Emil
and the Detectives has been translated into near-
FRESH DOUGHNUTS
ly thirty languages and adapted for radio, televi-
2 FOR 50
sion, stage, and films. Kastner's opposition to
WHILE THEY LAST Hitler caused his books to be banned from Ger-
$100.00 PRIZE
many and publicly burned by the Nazis. [From
FOR FINDING Erich Kastner, Emil and the Detectives;
A BRACELET
tr.
by May
Massee (Doubleday, 1929).]
INSIDE A DOUGHNUT
P.S. YOU HAVE TO GIVE THE The Boy with the Auto Horn Turns Up
BRACELET BACK
At Trautenau Street on the corner of Kaiser
THEN The doughnuts began to sell!
. . . Avenue the man with the stiff hat got off the
Everybody wanted to buy doughnuts, dozens car. Emil saw him, took up his bag and his
of doughnuts! bouquet, and said to the man reading the
And that's not Everybody bought coffee
all. paper, "Thank you again and again, sir," and
to dunk the doughnutsinto. Those that didn't climbed off the platform.
buy coffee bought milk or soda. It kept Homer The thief went in front of the car, crossed
and the lady and the chauffeur and Uncle the tracks, and headed for the other side of
Ulysses and the sheriff busy waiting on the the street. The car went on, and when the
people who wanted to buy doughnuts. way was clear Emil noticed that the man
When all but the last couple of hundred stopped, hesitated a moment, and then
doughnuts had been sold, Rupert Black walked up the steps to an outdoor cafe.
shouted, "I GAWT IT!!" and sure enough . . .
Now again it was necessary to be very
there was the diamond bracelet inside of his cautious. Like a detective that follows a clue,
doughnut! Emil sized up the situation, looked quickly
Then Rupert went home with a hundred around, noticed a news-stand on a corner,
dollars the citizens of Centerburg went home
, and ran as fast as he could to hide behind
full of doughnuts, the lady and her chauffeur it. His hiding place was perfect. It lay be-
drove Dff with the diamond bracelet, and tween the stand and a post. The boy put
Homer went home with his mother when she down his baggage, took off his cap, and
stopped by with Aunt Aggy. peeked out.
As I lomer went out of the door he heard The man had seated himself on the terrace
Mr. Gabby say, "Neatest trick of merchandis- close to the railing. He was smoking a ciga-
ing I e 'er seen," and Aunt Aggy was looking rette and seemed very pleased with himself.
sceptical while Uncle Ulysses was saying Emil was disgusted that a thief could be so
"The r ngs of batter kept right on dropping thoroughly satisfied while the fellow who was
768 THE STORIED WORLD
robbed had to be so gloomy and not know A hundred and forty marks. I was supposed to
what to do. give them to my grandmother here in Berlin.
What a idea to hide behind a news-
silly Then he sneaked into another compartment
stand as if he himself were the thief instead and got out at the Zoo Station. Me after him,
of the other. What point was there in knowing of course, you can imagine. Then on the
that the man was sitting in Cafe Josty on street car. And now he's sitting over there in
Kaiser Avenue and that he was drinking light that cafe, with his stiff hat, patting himself
beer and smoking cigarettes? If the fellow on the back."
would get up, then the chase could go on. But "But, man that is marvelous," cried the
if he stayed there then Emil might hide be- newcomer. "Just like a movie! And what are
hind the stand until he grew a long gray you going to do now?"
beard. Nothing was wanting now but for a "No idea. Keep after him. That's all I know
policeman to come along and say, "My son, right now."
you look suspicious. Come, follow me of your "Tell it to the cop there. He'll nab him for
own accord, now, or I'll have to put the hand- you."
cuffs on you." "I don't dare. I pulled a stunt home in
Suddenly a horn tooted right behind Emil. Neustadt not so good and they're after
"
He jumped aside in fright and turned around me now. And if I
to see a boy who stood there laughing at him. "I get you."
"There, man, don't get excited," said the "And my grandmother is waiting at the
boy. Friedrich Strasse Station."
"Who honked that horn behind me?" asked The boy with the horn thought a bit. Then
Emil. he said, "this looks like a swell stunt to me
"Why, me, of course. You don't come from some class, I'll say. And, man, I'm with you,
Wilmersdorf, do you? Otherwise you'd have if it's all right with you."
known long ago that I have a horn in my "That would be mighty good of you."
pants' pocket. Everyone around here knows "Oh, cut it out, boy. One thing's sure. I'm in
me as well as if I were a freak." on it. My name's Gustav."
"I'm from Neustadt. I just came from the "And mine's Emil."
station." They shook hands, well pleased with each
"From Neustadt, eh? That's why you've got other.
such a goofy suit on?" "But let's get going," advised Gustav. "If
"Take that back! Or I'll give you one that'll we do nothing but stand around here the
lay you out cold." crook will give us the slip. Have you any
"Shucks man," said the other cheerfully, money?"
"are you cross? The weather's too excellent "Not a cent."
for fighting, but it's O. K. with me." Gustav honked softly to stir up his
"We'll 'tend to that later," declared Emil. "I thoughts. It didn't help.
haven't any time for such stuff now." And he "How would it be," asked Emil, "if you got
looked across at the cafe to see if Grundeis a few of your friends to help?"
was still sitting there. "Man, the idea is superb," cried Gustav
"I thought you had all the time in the excitedly. "All I have to do is to dash through
world. Get behind a news-stand with his bag the courtyards honking, and we'll have the
and his flowers and then start to play hide- whole outfit."
and-go-seek with himself. A fellow must have "Do it, then, but come back soon," Emil
ten or twenty yards of time left over to do advised him, "or else that thief over there will
that." run away. And me after him, of course. And
"No," said Emil, "I'm watching a thief!" when you get back I'll be out of sight."
"What? Did I understand the first time?" "True enough. hurry! Count on that.
I'll
said the other. "Who did he swipe from?" Anyhow, the bozo Cafe Josty there is
in the
"Me!" answered Emil, and was positively eating boiled eggs and such things. He'll stay
proud of it. "In the train. While I was asleep. a while. So see you later, Emil. Man, I'm
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 769
crazy about it. This will be a humdinger." "Good," said the Professor. He and Emil
And with that he tore off. took two marks apiece. Gustav got one mark,
Emil felt wonderfully relieved. Of course, seventy pennies.
bad luck is always bad luck. But to have a few "Thank you ever so much," said Emil. "As
supporters who are on your side of their own soon as we get him I'll pay you back. What do
free will is no small comfort. we do now? First I'd rather take my bag and
He kept close watch on the thief, who was my flowers some place. Because when the
doing himself rather well, probably on Emil's chase begins they'll be terribly in my way."
mother's savings, too, and Emil had only one "Man, give me the stuff," demanded
anxiety that the man might get up and Gustav. "I'll take it right over to the Cafe
leave. Then Gustav and his horn and every- Josty, leave it at the counter, and have a look
thing else would be of no use. at Mr. Thief at the same time."
But Herr Grundeis did him the favor of "But watch your step," called the Profes-
staying where he was. If he'd had any idea sor. "The crook need not know that there are
of the conspiracy that was drawing around detectives on his trail. That would make it
him like a bag he would have hired an air- harder to get him."
plane, at least. For now things were getting "Do you think I'm loony?" grumbled Gus-
hot for him. tav and started off.
Ten minutes later Emil heard the horn "A fierce face for the pictures, the man
again. He turned and saw at least two dozen has," he remarked when he returned. "And
boys marching down Trautenau Street with the things are well taken care of. We can get
Gustav in the lead. them when we want them."
"Everybody halt! There, what do you say?" "Now it would be best for us to hold a
asked Gustav, his face all smiles. council of war," advised Emil. "But not here.
"It's great," answered Emil, and poked It might be noticed."
possibility," he announced, "that we will the telephone bureau, and the messengers.
have to separate, for practical reasons. Those are the most necessary departments,
Therefore we must have a central telephone for the time being."
station. Which of you has a telephone?" "We will need something to eat," suggested
Twelve boys spoke up. Emil. "Perhaps a few of you could go home
"And which one of you that owns a tele- and bring back some sandwiches."
phone has the most sensible parents?" "Who lives nearest?" asked the Professor.
"I guess I have," sang out Dienstag. "Off with you, Mittenzwey, Gerold, Friedrich
"Your telephone number?" the First, Brunot, Zerlett. Scoot and bring
"Bavaria 0579." back some eats."
"Here are pencil and paper. Krummbiegel, The five boys darted off.
make twenty slips and write Dienstag's tele- "You blockheads, you rattle on all the time
phone number on each one. But write clearly. about eating and telephones and sleeping out.
And then give each one of us a slip. The But how you're going to catch your man
telephone central must always know where that you don't ever mention. You you
the detectives are and what's going on. And school schoolteachers," growled Traugott.
whoever wants to get in touch will just call up He couldn't think of a deeper insult.
little Dienstag and get accurate information "Have you a machine for taking finger-
from him." prints?" asked Petzold.
"But I won't be at home," said little Dien- "Perhaps, if he was very sly, he wore rub-
stag. ber gloves. And if so there would be nothing
"Yes, indeed, you will be at home," retorted you could prove against him." Petzold had
the Professor. "As soon as we are through been to twenty-two detective-story movies,
with this conference you will go home and and you can see they had done him no good.
attend to the telephone." "You're simply moth-eaten," said Traugott,
"But I'd much rather be around when the disgusted. "They will just wait for the chance
criminal is caught. Little boys like me can be and take back from him the money he
very useful at such times." swiped."
"You go home and stay by the telephone. "Nonsense," objected the Professor, "if we
That's a very responsible position." steal money from him, we'll be the same sort
"Well, all right, if you want me to." of thieves that he is."
Krummbiegel distributed the slips of pa- "Don't be funny," cried Traugott. "If some-
per. And each boy put his away carefully in body steals from me and I steal back I'm no
his pocket. Several of the most thorough thief."
learned the number by heart at once. "Yes, you are too a thief," the Professor
"We ought to have some sort of reserves, decided.
too," suggested Emil. "Applesauce," murmured Traugott.
"Of course. All who aren't absolutely "The Professor is right," Emil broke in. "If
needed in the hunt stay here in Nikolsburger I take anything from anybody secretly then I
Place. You'll take turns in going home to tell am a thief. And it is all the same whether it
them that probably you'll be very late in com- belonged to him or whether he had just stolen
ing home to-night. Some of you might say it from me."
that you are spending the night with a friend. "That's exactly right," said the Professor.
So that we will have substitutes and reserves "But please do me the favor of not making
if the chase lasts till morning. Gustav, wise speeches here that don't do any good.
Krummbiegel, Arnold, Mittenzwey, his broth- The business is all arranged. How we are
er, and I will call up in the meanwhile that we going to get the crook we can't tell yet. That
are staying out. Yes, and Traugott will go we must plan out as we go along. One thing
along to the Dienstags as messenger and will is sure that he must give back the money
run to Nikolsburger Place if we need anyone. of his own free will. To steal it would be
Then we'll have the detectives, the reserves, idiotic."
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 771
"That I don't understand," objected the "Let me," said a boy whose name was
little Dienstag. "I can't steal what belongs to Bleuer. "But write quickly, so that I can get
me ! What's mine is mine, even if it is sticking there before the house is closed. I'll go as far
in someone else's pocket." as the Oranienburger Gate on the subway.
"Those are differences that are hard to Who will stake me?"
understand," expounded the Professor. "Mor- The Professor gave him money for the fare.
ally, you are right, in my opinion, but the Twenty pennies for going and coming. Emil
Court will decide against you, just the same. borrowed pencil and paper and wrote:
Even many grown-ups do not understand it,
but it is so." DEAR GRANDMOTHER:
It's all the same to me," said Traugott, and YOU MUST BE WORRYING ABOUT WHERE I AM. I
shrugged his shoulders. AM IN BERLIN. BUT I'M SORRY I CAN'T COME RIGHT
"And look sharp, now, can you act like NOW BECAUSE I HAVE TO ATTEND TO SOME IMPOR-
a sleuth?" asked Petzold. "Otherwise he'll TANT BUSINESS FIRST. DON'T ASK ABOUT IT. AND
turn around and see you, and then good- DON'T WORRY. WHEN EVERYTHING IS SETTLED
night!" I'LL BE GLAD TO COME ALONG. THE BOY WITH THE
"Yes, it will take good sleuthing," agreed LETTER IS A FRIEND AND KNOWS WHERE I AM. BUT
little Dienstag. "That's why I thought you HE CAN'T TELL YOU. BECAUSE IT IS AN OFFICIAL
could use me. I can sneak along wonderfully. SECRET. LOVE TO UNCLE, AUNT, AND PONY
And I would be a whiz as a kind of police dog. HUTCHEN.
I can bark, too." YOUR FAITHFUL GRANDSON, EMIL.
"Yes, sneak along in Berlin so that no one P.S. MUMMY SENT HER LOVE. I HAVE FLOWERS
will see you," Emil was irritated. "If you want FOR YOU, TOO. YOU'LL GET THEM AS SOON AS I
everyone to look at you just begin to sneak BRING THEM.
along."
"But you must have a revolver," cried Pet- Then Emil wrote the address on the other
zold. He wasn't to be squelched for his sug- side, folded thepaper together and said, "But
gestions. don't you tell any of my family where I am
"You do need a revolver," agreed two or and that the money is gone or I'll be in hot
three others. water."
"No," said the Professor. "O. K. Emil," said Bleuer. "Give me the
"The thief surely has one." Traugott telegram. When I come back I'll ring little
wanted to bet on it. Dienstag to hear what has happened mean-
"This business is dangerous," declared while. And count me in on the reserve staff."
Emil, "and anyone who is afraid had better go Then he hurried off.
home to bed." Meanwhile the five boys had returned with
"Do you mean to say that I'm a coward?" packages of sandwiches. Gerold even brought
inquired Traugott fiercely as he strode to the along a whole sausage. He had got it from his
center like a professional boxer. mother, he said. Well, maybe.
"Order," called the Professor, "thrash that The five had informed their families that
out toriorrow. What sort of a performance is they would be away for a few hours more.
that? v ou behave just like like children!" Emil divided the sandwiches, and each put
"Bu that's just what we are," said little one away in reserve in his pocket. Emil kept
Dienst ig, and everybody had to laugh. the sausage under his own care.
"I r< ally ought to write my grandmother a Then five other boys ran home to see if they
note," said Emil, "because my relatives have too might stay away a while longer. Two of
no idea where I am. They might even run to them did not return. Apparently their parents
the police. Could anyone take a letter for me forbade it.
while ve are chasing the fellow? They live at
^ The Professor gave the password, so that
15 Schumann Street. That would be very they might always know, if anyone came or
kind!" telephoned, whether he was one of them. The
772 THE STORIED WORLD
"Simply great!" repeated Emil. "But, lis- Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler (Athe-
ten, perhaps it will be dangerous to-day." neum, 1967).]
"Well, then, it's off with the permission,"
admitted the Professor and shrugged his They had been gone from home for three days
shoulders. "He said that I should always now. Claudia insisted on a fresh change of
see to it that I behave just as if he were with underwear every day. That was the way she
me. And I'm doing that to-day. So now we'll had been brought up. She insisted for Jamie,
cut off." too. No question about it; their laundry was
He planted himself before the band and becoming a problem. They had to get to a
called out, "The detectives expect you to do laundromat. That night they removed all
your duty. The telephone central is estab- their dirty clothes from their instrument
lished. I'll leave my money with you. There is cases and stuffed those that would fit into
still a mark, fifty pennies. Here, Gerold, take various pockets. Those that didn't fit, they
it and count it. Provisions are here. Money we wore. A
double layer of clothes never hurts
have. Everybody knows the telephone num- anyone in winter, as long as the clean ones
ber.One more thing: whoever has to go home, are worn closest to the skin.
beat it. But at least five people must stay. Saturday seemed a good day for house-
Gerold, you must be responsible for that. keeping chores. There would be no school
Show that you are real boys. Meanwhile we'll groups for them to join. Claudia suggested
do our best. When we need substitutes little that they eat both meals outside the museum.
Dienstag will send Traugott to us. Has any- Jamie agreed. Claudia next suggested a real
one another question? Is everything clear? sit-down restaurant with tablecloths on the
Password, Emil!" tables and waiters to serve you. Jamie said
"Password, Emil!" shouted the boys so that "NO" with such force that Claudia didn't try
Nikolsburger Place shook, and the passers-by to persuade him.
looked daggers. From breakfast at the automat they went
Emil was almost happy that his money had to laundry at the laundromat. They emptied
been stolen from him. their pockets of underwear and removed the
layer of soiled socks. No one stared. Someone
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 773
before them had probably done the same hoped would discourage Claudia, but it
this
thing some time that week. They bought soap didn't. She didn't even seem to mind back-
from a machine for ten cents and deposited a tracking up Fifth Avenue. Her determination
quarter into the slot in the washer. Through convinced Jamie that Saturday should be
the glass in the door they watched their spent just this way. Once at the library, they
assorted clothing spill and splash over and examined the directory which told what was
over and around and around. Drying cost ten available where and when the library was
cents for ten minutes, but it took twenty cents open. In the downstairs Art Room the libra-
worth of minutes to dry everything. When rian helped them find the books which
all was done, they were disappointed; all of Claudia selected from the card catalogue.
it looked dismally gray. Very unelegant. She even brought them some others. Claudia
Claudia had thought that their white under- liked that part.She always enjoyed being
wear should not have been washed with the waited on.
red and navy blue socks, but she would not Claudia began her studies never doubting
have considered asking for more money for that she could become an authority that
anything as unglamorous as dirty socks. morning. She had neither pencil nor paper to
"Oh, well," she moaned, "at least they make notes. So she decided that she would
smell clean." simply remember everything, absolutely
Jamie said, "Let's go to the TV department everything she read. Her net profit, therefore,
of Bloomingdale's and watch TV." would be as great as that of someone who
"Not today. We've got to work on the mys- read a great deal but remembered very little.
tery of the statue all morning tomorrow, be- Claudia showed the executive ability of a
cause tomorrow the museum doesn't open corporation president. She assigned to Jamie
until one o'clock. Today we must learn all the task of looking through the books of pho-
about the Renaissance and Michelangelo to tographs of Michelangelo's work to find pic-
prepare ourselves. We'll do research at the big tures of Angel. She would do the reading. She
library at 42nd Street." glanced through several thick books with thin
"How about the TV department of Macy's pages and tiny print. After reading twelve
instead?" pages, she looked to the end to see how many
"To the library, Sir James." more pages there were to go: more than two
"Gimbels?" hundred. The book also had footnotes. She
"Library." read a few more pages and then busied her-
They packed their gray-looking laundry self with studying some of Jamie's picture
back into their pockets and walked to the door books.
of the laundromat. At the door Claudia turned "You're supposed to do the reading!"
to Jamie and asked, "Can we .?" . . "I'm just using these pictures for relief,"
Jamie didn't let her finish. "No, dear Lady Claudia whispered. "I have to rest my eyes
Claudia. We have not the funds for taxis, sometime."
buses, or subways. Shall we walk?" He ex- "Well, I don't see any pictures that look like
tended his arm. Claudia placed her gloved that statue," Jamie sighed.
fingert ps on top of Jamie's mittened ones. "Keep looking. I'll do some more reading."
Thus they began their long walk to the li- A few minutes later Jamie interrupted her.
brary. "Here he is," he said.
Onc<; there, they asked the lady at the "That doesn't look anything like the statue.
inform ition booth where they could find That's not even a girl," Claudia said.
books >n Michelangelo. She directed them "Of course not. That's Michelangelo him-
first tc the children's room, but when the self."
librarii n there found out what they wanted to Claudia replied, "I knew that."
know, >he advised them to go to the Donnell "Two minutes ago you didn't. You thought
Brand Library on Fifty-third Street. Jamie I was showing you a picture of the statue."
774 THE STORIED WORLD
"Oh, I meant
I meant. Well
... there's . . .
pletely an expert; but Michelangelo had hum-
his broken nose." She pointed to the nose in bled her, and humility was not an emotion
the picture. "He got in a fight and had his with which she felt comfortable; she was
nose broken when he was a teenager." irritable. Jamie ended his research where
"Was he a juvenile delinquent? Maybe they Claudia had begun; very confident and
do have his fingerprints on file." happy. He felt that his morning had been well
"No, silly," Claudia said. "He was a hot- spent; he had seen a lot of pictures and he had
tempered genius. Did you know he was fa- learned about pagan. He leaned back and
mous even when he was alive?" yawned; he was becoming bored with pic-
"Is that so? I thought that artists don't tures of David and Moses and the Sistine
become famous until after they're dead. Like Ceiling; he wanted to find clues. Already he
mummies." knew enough to tell if Michelangelo had
They studied a while longer before Jamie's sculptured the little angel. All he needed was
next interruption. "You know, a lot of his a chance to investigate. Without the guards
works were lost. They say lost in parentheses hurrying him. He would know, but would his
under the picture." opinion be accepted by experts?
"How can that be? A statue isn't some- "I think we should find out how the experts
thing like an umbrella that you leave in a decide whether or not the statue belongs to
taxi and lose. That is, those people who ac- Michelangelo. That will be better than find-
tually ride taxis; something you wouldn't ing out about Michelangelo himself," Jamie
know about." said.
"Well, they weren't lost in taxis. They were "I know how they find out. They gather
lost track of." evidence like sketches he did and diaries and
"What kind of a sentence is that? Lost records of sales. And they examine the statue
track of?" to see what kind of tools were used and how
"Oh, boloney! There are whole long books they were used. Like no one living in the
about the lost works of Michelangelo. Picture fifteenth century would use an electric drill.
works and sculptor works that people lost How come you didn't take art appreciation
track of." lessons with me?"
Claudia softened. "Is the little angel one of "The summer before last?"
them?" "Yes. Before school started."
"What's the difference between an angel "Well, the summer before last, I had just
and a cupid?" Jamie inquired. finished the first half of second grade."
"Why?" Claudia asked. "So what?"
"Because there's a lost cupid for sure." "So boloney! It was
all I could do to sound
"Angels wear clothes and wings and are out the name and Jane's dog."
of Dick
Christian. Cupids wear bows and arrows; Claudia had no answer for Jamie's logic.
they are naked and pagan." Besides, Jamie agreed with her, "I guess it is
"What's pagan?" Jamie asked. "Boy or better to look for clues. After all, we're doing
girl?" something that none of the experts can do."
"How would I know?" Claudia answered. Claudia's impatience surfaced. She had to
"You said they are naked." pick a fight with Jamie. "Don't be silly. They
"Well, pagan has nothing to do with that. It can read all this stuff, too. There's certainly
means worshipping idols instead of God." plenty of it."
"Oh," Jamie nodded. "The statue in the "Oh, I don't mean that. I mean that we're
museum is an angel. It's dressed in its alto- living with the statue. You know what they
gether. I don't know yet if an angel was always say: The only two ways to get to know
lost . . ." Then he glanced over at his sister someone are to live with him or play cards
and muttered, "track of." with him."
Claudia had begun her research confident "Well, at least the little statue can't cheat
that a morning's study would make her com- at cards like someone else I know."
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 775
"Claudia, dear, I'm no angel. Statue or First bell, second bell, it was routine just as
otherwise." boarding the school bus had once been rou-
Claudia sighed, "O.K. Sir James, let's go." tine. After the first day, they had learned that
And they did. the staff worked from nine A.M. until five
As they were walking up the steps, Jamie P.M., a work schedule just like their father's.
spied a Hershey's almond bar still in its wrap- Routine, routine. The wait from nine when
per lying in the corner of the landing. He the staff came until ten when the public came
picked it up and tore open one corner. seemed and Jamie had decided
long. Claudia
"Was it bitten into?" asked Claudia. that the washrooms were good for the shorter
"No," Jamie smiled. "Want half?" evening wait when the help left at the same
"You better not touch it," Claudia warned. time as the visitors, but the washrooms were
"It's probably poisoned or filled with mari- less satisfactory for the long morning wait
juana, so you'll eat it and become either dead .
especially after Jamie's close call that
. .
Lady Claudia and Sir James quietly walked Both looked at Angel a long time. "What do
to theentrance of the restaurant. They easily you think?" Jamie asked. "Did he or didn't
climbed under the velvet rope that meant that he?"
the restaurant was closed to the public. Of Claudia answered, "A scientist doesn't
course they were not the public. They shed make up his mind until he's examined all the
their clothesand waded into the fountain. evidence."
Claudia had taken powdered soap from the "You sure don't sound like a scientist. What
restroom. She had ground it out into a pa- kind of scientist would want to hug a statue?"
per towel that morning. Even though it Claudia was embarrassed, so she spoke
was freezing cold, she enjoyed her bath. sternly, "We'll go to bed now, and we'll think
Jamie, too, enjoyed his bath. For a different about the statue very hard. Don't fall asleep
reason. until you've really thought about the statue
When he got into the pool, he found bumps and Michelangelo and the entire Italian Ren-
on the bottom; smooth bumps. When he aissance."
reached down to feel one, he found that it And so they went to bed. But lying in bed
moved! He could even pick it up. He felt its just before going to sleep is the worst time for
cool roundness and splashed his way over to organized thinking; it is the best time for free
Claudia. "Income, Claudia, income!" he thinking. Ideas drift like clouds in an unde-
whispered. cided breeze, taking first this direction and
Claudia understood immediately and then that. It was very difficult for Jamie to
began scoop up bumps
to she had felt on the control his thoughts when he was tired,
bottom of the fountain. The bumps were pen- sleepy, and lying on He never liked
his back.
nies and nickels people had pitched into the to getinvolved just before falling asleep. But
fountain to make a wish. At least four people Claudia had planned on their thinking, and
had thrown in dimes and one had tossed in a she was good at planning. So think he did.
quarter. Clouds bearing thoughts of the Italian Ren-
"Some one very rich must have tossed in aissance drifted away. Thoughts of home,
this quarter," Jamie whispered. and more thoughts of home settled down.
"Some one very poor," Claudia corrected. "Do you miss home?" he asked Claudia.
"Rich people have only penny wishes." "Not too much," she confessed. "I haven't
Together they collected $2.87. They thought about it much."
couldn't hold more in their hands. They were Jamie was quiet for a minute, then he said,
shivering when they got out. Drying them- "We probably have no conscience. I think we
selves as best they could with paper towels ought to be homesick. Do you think Mom and
(also taken from the restroom), they hurried Dad raised us wrong? They're not very mean,
into thsir pajamas and shoes. you know; don't you think that should make
They finished their preparations for the us miss them?"
night, took a small snack and decided it was Claudia was silent. Jamie waited. "Did you
safe tc wander back into the Great Hall to hear my question, Claude?"
look at their Angel. "Yes. I heard your question. I'm thinking."
"I vish I could hug her," Claudia whis- She was quiet a while longer. Then she asked,
pered. "Have you ever been homesick?"
"Th<;y probably bugged her already. Maybe "Sure."
that light is part of the alarm. Better not "When was the last time?"
touch. You'll set it off." "That day Dad dropped us off at Aunt Zell's
"I sj id 'hug' not 'bug'. Why would I want to when he took Mom to the hospital to get
bug her?" Kevin."
"That makes more sense than to hug her." "Me, too. That day," Claudia admitted.
"SilJ y. Shows how much you know. When "But, of course,I was much younger then."
you hi g someone, you learn something else "Why do you suppose we were homesick
about hem. An important something else."
1 that day? We've been gone much longer than
Jam e shrugged his shoulders. that now."
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Claudia thought. "I guess we were worried. to clear it off the top of the portico, where it
Boy, had I known then that she was going to and the edges as
lies so thick, they had been
if
end up with Kevin, I would have known why cut with a knife. And just as we had got out of
we were worried. I remember you sucked the landing- window on to the portico, the
your thumb and carried around that old blan- Water Rates came up the path with his book
ket the whole day. Aunt Zell kept trying to get that he tears the thing out of that says how
the blanket away from you so that she could much you have got to pay, and the little
wash it. It stank." ink-bottle hung on to his buttonhole in case
Jamie giggled, "Yeah, I guess homesick- you should pay him. Father says the Water
ness is like sucking your thumb. It's what Rates is a sensible man, and knows it is
happens when you're not very sure of your- always well to be prepared for whatever hap-
self." pens, however unlikely. Alice said afterwards
"Or not very well trained," Claudia added. that she rather liked the Water Rates, really,
"Heaven knows, we're well trained. Just look and Noel said he had a face like a good vizier,
how nicely we've managed. It's really their or the man who rewards the honest boy for
fault if we're not homesick." restoring the purse, but we did not think
Jamie was satisfied. Claudia was more. about these things at the time, and as the
"I'm glad you asked that about homesickness, Water Rates came up the steps, we shovelled
Jamie. Somehow, I feel older now. But, of down a great square slab of snow like an
course, that's mostly because I've been the avalanche and it fell right on his head. Two
oldest child forever. And I'm extremely well of us thought of it at the same moment, so it
adjusted." was quite a large avalanche. And when the
They went to sleep then. Michelangelo, Water Rates had shaken himself he rang the
Angel, and the entire Italian Renaissance bell. It was Saturday, and Father was at
waited for them until morning. home. We know now that it is very wrong and
ungentlemanly to shovel snow off porticoes
on to the Water Rates, or any other person,
E. Nesbit and we hope he did not catch a cold, and we
are very sorry. We apologized to the Water
The Treasure Seekers Rates when Father told us to. We were all
Few writers have such a sense of play as E. Nesbit sent to bed for it.
had. Her Bastable children, while perfectly nor- We all deserved the punishment, because
mal children, are adept at imaginative games and the others would have shovelled down snow
see the world in terms of adventurous exploits. just as we did if they'd thought of it only
Since the death of their mother and the preoccu- they are not so quick at thinking of things as
pation of their father with his financial reverses, we are. And even quite wrong things some-
the children have been on their own with only a times lead to adventures; as every one knows
cook to look after them. In telling this story, who has ever read about pirates or highway-
Nesbit uses Oswald as the narrator, having him men.
praise the bravery and wisdom of Oswald and Eliza hates us to be sent to bed early,
then, unintentionally, betray his identity. [From because it means her having to bring meals
E. Nesbit, The Treasure Seekers (Coward- up, and it means lighting the fire in Noel's
after his dinner, there was a jolly fire in heard a noise downstairs quite a plain
Noel's room, and we were able to go in and be noise, not the kind of noise you fancy you
Red Indians in blankets most comfortably. hear. It was like somebody moving a chair.
Eliza had gone out; she says she gets things We held our breath and listened and then
cheaper on Saturday nights. She has a great came another noise, like some one poking a
friend, who sells fish at a shop, and he is very fire. Now, you remember there was no one to
generous, and lets her have herrings for less poke a fire or move a chair downstairs, be-
than half the natural price. cause Eliza and Father were both out. They
So we were all alone in the house; Pincher could not have come in without our hearing
was out with Eliza, and we talked about them, because the front door is as hard to
robbers. And Dora thought it would be a shut as the back one, and whichever you go in
dreadful trade, but Dicky said by you have to give a slam that you can hear
"I think it would be very interesting. And all down the street.
you would only rob rich people, and be very H. O. and Alice and Dora caught hold of
generous to the poor and needy, like Claude each other's blankets and looked at Dicky and
Duval." Oswald, and every one was quite pale. And
Dora said, "It is wrong to be a robber." Noel whispered
"Yes," said Alice, "you would never know a "It's ghosts, I know it is" and then we
happy hour. Think of trying to sleep with the listened again, but there was no more noise.
stolen jewels under your bed, and remember- Presently Dora said in a whisper
ing all the quantities of policemen and detec- "Whatever shall we do? Oh, whatever shall
tives that there are in the world!" we do what shall we do?"
"There are ways of being robbers that are And she kept on saying it till we had to tell
not wrong," said Noel; "if you can rob a her to shut up.
robber it is a right act." O reader, have you ever been playing Red
"But you can't," said Dora; "he is too clev- Indians in blankets round a bedroom fire in a
er, and besides, it's wrong anyway." house where you thought there was no one
"Yes you can, and it isn't; and murdering but you and then suddenly heard a noise
him with boiling oil is a right act, too, so like a chair, and a fire being poked, down-
there!" said Noel. "What about Ali Baba? stairs? Unless you have you will not be able to
Now then!" And we felt it was a score for imagine at all what it feels like. It was not
Noel. like in books; our hair did not stand on end at
"What would you do if there was a robber?" all, and we never said "Hist!" once, but our
said Alice. feet got very cold, though we were in blankets
H. (). said he would kill him with boiling by the fire, and the insides of Oswald's hands
oil;but Alice explained that she meant a real got warm and wet, and his nose was cold like
robber now this minute in the house. a dog's, and his ears were burning hot.
Oswald and Dicky did not say; but Noel The girls said afterwards that they shiv-
said he thought it would only be fair to ask the ered with terror, and their teeth chattered,
robber quite politely and quietly to go away, but we did not see or hear this at the time.
and then if he didn't you could deal with him. "Shall we open the window and call po-
Now what I am going to tell you is a very lice?" said Dora; and then Oswald suddenly
strangs and wonderful thing, and I hope you thought of something, and he breathed more
will be able to believe it. I should not, if a boy freely and he said
told rre, unless I knew him to be a man of "I know it's not ghosts, and I don't believe
honou and perhaps not then unless he gave
, it's robbers. I expect it's a stray cat got in
his sacred word. But it is true, all the same, when the coals came morning, and she's
this
and it only shows that the days of romance been hiding in the and now she's mov-
cellar,
and di ring deeds are not yet at an end. ing about. Let's go down and see."
Alic s was just asking Noel how he would The girls wouldn't, of course; but I could
deal v ith the robber who wouldn't go if he see that they breathed more freely too. But
was asked politely and quietly, when we Dicky said, "All right; I will if you will."
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H. O. said, "Do you think it's really a cat?" You keep a flight behind us, and
will go first.
So we said he had better stay with the girls. be a reinforcement if we are attacked. Or you
And of course after that we had to let him and can retreat and defend the women and chil-
Alice both come. Dora said if we took Noel dren in the fortress, if you'd rather."
down with his cold, she would scream "Fire!" But they said they would be a reinforce-
and "Murder!" and she didn't mind if the ment.
whole street heard. Oswald's teeth chattered a little when he
So Noel agreed to be getting his clothes on, spoke. It was not with anything else except
and the rest of us said we would go down and cold.
look for the cat. So Dicky and Oswald crept down, and
Now Oswald said that about the cat, and it when we got to the bottom of the stairs, we
made it easier to go down, but in his inside he saw Father's study door just ajar, and the
did not feel at all sure that it might not be crack of light. And Oswald was so pleased to
robbers after all. Of course, we had often see the light, knowing that burglars prefer
talked about robbers before, but it is very the dark, or at any rate the dark lantern, that
different when you sit in a room and listen he felt really sure it was the cat after all, and
and listenand listen; and Oswald felt some- then he thought it would be fun to make the
how that it would be easier to go down and see others upstairs think it was really a robber. So
what it was, than to wait, and listen, and he cocked the pistol you can cock it, but it
wait, and wait, and listen, and wait, and then doesn't go off and he said, "Come on,
perhaps to hear It, whatever it was, come Dick!" and he rushed at the study door and
creeping slowly up the stairs as softly as It burst into the room, crying, "Surrender! you
could with Its boots off, and the stairs creak- are discovered! Surrender, or I fire! Throw up
ing, towards the room where we were with your hands!"
the door open in case of Eliza coming back And, as he finished saying it, he saw before
suddenly, and all dark on the landings. And him, standing on the study hearthrug, a Real
then it would have been just as bad, and it Robber. There was no mistake about it. Os-
would have lasted longer, and you would wald was sure it was a robber, because it had
have known you were a coward besides. a screwdriver in its hands, and was standing
Dicky says he felt all these same things. near the cupboard door that H. O. broke the
Many people would say we were young heroes lock off, and there were gimlets and screws
to go down as we did; so I have tried to and things on the floor. There is nothing in
explain, because no young hero wishes to that cupboard but old ledgers and magazines
have more credit than he deserves. and the tool chest, but of course, a robber
The landing gas was turned down low could not know that beforehand.
just a blue bead and we four went out very When Oswald saw that there really was a
softly, wrapped in our blankets, and we stood robber and that he was so heavily armed with
on the top of the stairs a good long time before the screwdriver, he did not feel comfortable.
we began to go down. And we listened and But he kept the pistol pointed at the robber,
listened till our ears buzzed. and you will hardly believe it, but it is
And Oswald whispered to Dicky, and Dicky true the robber threw down the screwdriver
went into our room and fetched the large toy clattering on the other tools, and he did throw
pistol that is a foot long, and that has the up his hands, and said
trigger broken, and I took it because I am the "I surrender; don't shoot me! How many of
eldest; and I don't think either of us thought it you are there?"
was the cat now. But Alice and H. O. did. So Dicky said, "You are outnumbered. Are
Dicky got the poker out of Noel's room, and you armed?"
told Dora it was to settle the cat with when we And the robber said, "No, not in the least."
caught her. And Oswald said, still pointing the pistol,
Then Oswald whispered, "Let's play at bur- and feeling very strong and brave and as if he
glars; Dicky and I are armed to the teeth, we was in a book, "Turn out your pockets."
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The robber did: and while he turned them Oswald is sorry if it was mean, but he could
out, welooked at him. He was of the middle not own up just then that he did not think
height, and clad in a black frock-coat and there was any one in the study when he did
grey trousers. His boots were a little gone at that brave if rash act. He has told since.
the sides, and his shirt-cuffs were a bit "And what made you think there was any
frayed, but otherwise he was of gentlemanly one in the house?" the robber asked, when he
demeanour. He had a thin, wrinkled face, had thrown his head back, and laughed for
with big, light eyes that sparkled, and then quite half a minute. So we told him. And he
looked soft very queerly, and a short beard. In applauded our valour, and Alice and H. O.
his youth it must have been of a fair golden explained that they would have said "Surren-
colour, but now it was tinged with grey. Os- der," too, only they were reinforcements.
wald was sorry for him, especially when he The robber ate some of the chestnuts and
saw that one of his pockets had a large hole in we sat and wondered when Father would
it, and that he had nothing in his pockets but
come home, and what he would say to us for
letters and string and three boxes of matches, our intrepid conduct. And the robber told us of
and a pipe and a handkerchief and a thin all the things he had done before he began to
tobacco pouch and two pennies. We made break into houses. Dicky picked up the tools
him put all the things on the table, and then from the floor, and suddenly he said
he said "Why, this is Father's screwdriver and his
"Well, you've caught me; what are you gimlets, and all! Well, I do call it jolly cheek to
going to do with me? Police?" pick a man's locks with his own tools!"
Alice and H. O. had come down to be "True, true," said the robber. "It is cheek,
reinforcements, when they heard a shout, of the jolliest! But you see I've come down in
and when Alice saw that it was a Real Rob- the world. I was a highway robber once, but
ber, and that he had surrendered, she clapped horses are so expensive to hire five shillings
her hands and said, "Bravo, boys!" and so did an hour, you know and I couldn't afford to
H. O. And now she said, "If he gives his word keep them. The highwayman business isn't
of honour not to escape, I shouldn't call the what it was."
police: it seems a pity. Wait till Father comes "What about a bike?" said H. O.
home." But the robber thought cycles were low
The robber agreed to this, and gave his and besides you couldn't go across country
word of honour, and asked if he might put on with them when occasion arose, as you could
a pipe, and we said "Yes," and he sat in with a trusty steed. And he talked of highway-
Father's armchair and warmed his boots, men as if he knew just how we liked hear-
which steamed, and I sent H. O. and Alice to ing it.
put or some clothes and tell the others, and Then he told us how he had been a pirate
bring down Dicky's and my knickerbockers, captain and how he had sailed over waves
and the rest of the chestnuts. mountains high, and gained rich prizes and
And they all came, and we sat round the how he did begin to think that here he had
fire, and it was jolly. The robber was very found a profession to his mind.
friend y, and talked to us a great deal. "I don't say there are no ups and downs in
"I \ wasn't always in this low way of busi- it," he said, "especially in stormy weather.
ness," he said, when Noel said something But what a trade! And a sword at your side,
about the things he had turned out of his and the Jolly Roger flying at the peak, and a
pockei s. "It's a great come-down to a man like prize in sight. And all the black mouths of
me. B it, if I must be caught, it's something to your guns pointed at the laden trader and
be cai ght by brave young heroes like you. My the wind in your favour, and your trusty crew
stars! How you did bolt into the room ready to live and die for you! Oh but it's a
'Surre ider, and up with your hands!' You grand life!"
might have been born and bred to the thief- I did feel so sorry for him. He used such
"I'm sure you weren't brought up to be a weather. Bandits' caves were hardly ever
pirate," said Dora. She had dressed even to properly weathertight. And bush-ranging was
her collar and made Noel do it too but the the same.
rest of us were in blankets with just a few odd "As a matter of fact," he said, "I was
things put on anyhow underneath. bush-ranging this afternoon, among the
The robber frowned and sighed. furze-bushes on the Heath, but I had no luck.
"No," he said, "I was brought up to the I stopped the Lord Mayor in his gilt coach,
law. I was at Balliol, bless your hearts, and with all his footmen in plush and gold lace,
that's true anyway." He sighed again, and smart as cockatoos. But it was no go. The
looked hard at the fire. Lord Mayor hadn't a stiver in his pockets. One
"That was my Father's college," H. O. was of the footmen had six new pennies: the Lord
beginning, but Dicky said Mayor always pays his servants' wages in
"Why did you leave off being a pirate?" new pennies. I spent fourpence of that in
"A pirate?" he said, as if he had not been bread and cheese, that on the table's the
thinking of such things. "Oh, yes; why I gave tuppence. Ah, it's a poor trade!" And then he
itup because because I could not get over filled his
pipe again.
the dreadful sea-sickness." We hadturned out the gas, so that Father
"Nelson was sea-sick," said Oswald. should have a jolly good surprise when he did
"Ah," said the robber; "but I hadn't his come home, and we sat and talked as pleas-
luck or his pluck, or something. He stuck to it ant as could be. I never liked a new man
and won Trafalgar, didn't he? 'Kiss me, better than I liked that robber. And I felt so
Hardy' and all that, eh? /couldn't stick to sorry for him. He told us he had been a
it had to resign. And nobody kissed me. "
I war-correspondent and an editor, in happier
I saw by his understanding about Nelson days, as well as a horse-stealer and a colonel
that he was really a man who had been to a of dragoons.
good school as well as to Balliol. And quite suddenly, just as we were telling
Then we asked him, "And what did you do him about Lord Tottenham and our being
then?" highwaymen ourselves, he put up his hand
And Alice asked if he was ever a coiner, and said "Shish!" and we were quiet and
and we told him how we had thought we'd listened.
caught the desperate gang next door, and he There was a scrape, scrape, scraping noise;
was very much interested and said he was it came from downstairs.
glad he had never taken to coining. "Besides, "They're filing something," whispered the
the coins are so ugly nowadays," he said, "no robber, "here shut up, give me that pistol,
one could really find any pleasure in making and the poker. There is a burglar now, and no
them. And it's a hole-and-corner business at mistake."
the best, isn't it? and it must be a very "It's only a toy one and
it won't go off," I
thirsty one with the hot metal and furnaces said, "but you can cock it."
and things." Then we heard a snap.
And again he looked at the fire. "There goes the window bar," said the
Oswald forgot for a minute that the inter- robber softly. "Jove! what an adventure! You
esting stranger was a robber, and asked him kids stay here, tackle it."
I'll
if he wouldn't have a drink. Oswald has heard But Dicky and said we should come. So he
I
Father do this to his friends, so he knows it is let us go as far as the bottom of the kitchen
the right thing. The robber said he didn't stairs, and we took the tongs and shovel with
mind if he did. And that is right, too. us. There was a light in the kitchen; a very
And Dora went and got a bottle of Father's little light. It is curious we never thought, any
ale the Light Sparkling Family and a of us, that this might be a plant of our rob-
glass, and we gave it to the robber. Dora said ber's to get away. We never thought of doubt-
she would be responsible. ing his word of honour. And we were right.
Then when he had had a drink he told us That noble robber dashed the kitchen door
about bandits, but he said it was so bad in wet open, and rushed in with the big toy pistol in
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one hand and the poker in the other, shouting and what'll come of them if I'm lagged? I
out just like Oswald had done ain't been in it long, sir, and I ain't 'andy at
"Surrender! You are discovered! Surren- it."
der, or I'll fire! Throw up your hands!" And "No," said our robber; "you certainly are
Dicky and I rattled the tongs and shovel so not."
that he might know there were more of us, all Alice and the others had come down by
bristling with weapons. now to see what was happening. Alice told me
And we heard a husky voice in the kitchen afterwards they thought it really was the cat
saying this time.
"All right, governor! Stow that scent sprin- "No, I ain't 'andy, as you say, sir, and if you
kler. give in. Blowed if
I'll I ain't pretty well let me off this once I'll chuck the whole
sick of the job, anyway." blooming bizz; rake my civvy, I will. Don't be
Then we went in. Our robber was standing hard on a cove, mister; think of the missis
in the grandest manner with his legs very and the kids. I've got one just the cut of little
wide apart, and the pistol pointing at the missy there; bless 'er pretty 'eart."
cowering burglar. The burglar was a large "Your family certainly fits your circum-
man who did not mean to have a beard, I stances very nicely," said our robber.
think, but he had got some of one, and a red Then Alice said
comforter, and a fur cap, and his face was red "Oh, do let him go! If he's got a little girl
and his voice was thick. How different from like me whatever will she do? Suppose it was
our own robber! The burglar had a dark lan- Father!"
tern, and he was standing by the plate-basket. "I don't think he's got a little girl like you,
When we had lit the gas we all thought he my dear," said our robber, "and I think he'll
was very like what a burglar ought to be. He be safer under lock and key."
did not look as if he could ever have been a "You ask yer Father to let me go, miss,"
pirate or a highwayman, or anything really said the burglar; "'e won't 'ave the 'art to
dashing or noble, and he scowled and shuf- refuse you."
fled his feet and said: "Well, go on: why don't "If I do," said Alice, "will you promise never
yer fetch the pleece?" to come back?"
"Upon my word, don't know," said our
I "Not me, miss," the burglar said very ear-
robber, rubbing his chin. "Oswald, why don't nestly, and he looked at the plate-basket
we fetch the police?" again, as if that alone would be enough to
It is not every robber that I would stand keep him away, our robber said afterwards.
Christian names from, I can tell you; but just "And will you be good and not rob any
then I didn't think of that. I just said more?" said Alice.
"Do you mean I'm to fetch one?" "I'll turn over a noo leaf, miss, so help me."
Our robber looked at the burglar and said Then Alice said
nothing. "Oh, do let him go! I'm sure he'll be good."
Thei the burglar began to speak very fast, But our robber said no, it wouldn't be right;
and to look different ways with his hard, we must wait till Father came home.
shiny ittle eyes. Then H. O. said, very suddenly and plainly:
"Lookee 'ere, governor," he said, "I was "I don't think it's at all fair, when you're a
stony broke, so help me, I was. And blessed if robber yourself."
I've n eked a haporth of your little lot. You The minute he'd said it the burglar said,
know yourself there ain't much to tempt a "Kidded, by gum!" and then our robber
bloke, he shook the plate-basket as if he was
'
And
that burglar had the cheek to put his tured by these young people in the most gal-
head in at the window and say, "I'll give yer lantmanner. 'Hands up, surrender, or I fire,'
love to the kids and the missis" and he was and all the rest of it. My word, Bastable, but
off like winking, and there were Alice and you've got some kids worth having! I wish my
Dora trying to pick up our robber, and asking Denny had their pluck."
him whether he was and where. He
hurt, Then we began to understand, and it was
wasn't hurt at all, except a lump at the back like being knocked down, it was so sudden.
of his head. And he got up, and we dusted the And our robber told us he wasn't a robber
kitchen floor off him. Eliza is a dirty girl. after all. He was only an old college friend of
Then he put up the shutters. It
said, "Let's my Father's, and he had come after dinner,
never rains but it pours. Now you've had two when Father was just trying to mend the lock
burglars I daresay you'll have twenty." So we H. O. had broken, to ask Father to get him a
put up the shutters, which Eliza has strict letter to a doctor about his little boy Denny,
orders to do before she goes out, only she who was ill. And Father had gone over the
never does, and we went back to Father's Heath to Vanbrugh Park to see some rich
study, and the robber said, "What a night we people he knows and get the letter. And he
are having!" and put his boots back in the had left Mr. Foulkes to wait till he came back,
fender to go on steaming, and then we all because it was important to know at once
talked at once. It was the most wonderful whether Father could get the letter, and if he
adventure we ever had, though it wasn't couldn't Mr. Foulkes would have had to try
treasure-seeking at least not ours. I sup- some one else directly.
pose it was the burglar's treasure-seeking, We were dumb with amazement.
but he didn't get much and our robber said Our robber told my Father about the other
he didn't believe a word about those kids that burglar, and said he was sorry he'd let him
were so like Alice and me. escape, but my Father said, "Oh, it's all right:
And then there was the click of the gate, poor beggar; if he really had kids at home:
and we said, "Here's Father," and the robber you never can tell forgive us our debts,
said, "And now for the police." don't you know; but tell me about the first
Then we all jumped up. We did like him so business. It must have been moderately en-
much, and it seemed so unfair that he should tertaining."
be sent to prison, and the horrid, lumping big Then our robber told my Father how I had
burglar not. rushed into the room with a pistol, crying
And Alice said, "Oh, no run! Dicky will out . but you know all about that. And he
. .
letyou out at the back door. Oh, do go, go laid it on so thick and fat about plucky
now. " young-uns, and chips of old blocks, and
"
And we all said, "Yes, go, and pulled him things like that, that I felt I was purple with
towards the door, and gave him his hat and shame, even under the blanket. So I swal-
stick and the things out of his pockets. lowed that thing that tries to prevent you
But Father's latchkey was in the door, and speaking when you ought to, and I said,
it was too late. "Look here, Father, I didn't really think there
Father came in quickly, purring with the was any one in the study. We thought it was a
cold, and began to say, "It's all right, Foulkes, cat at first, and then I thought there was no
"
I've got And then he stopped short and one there, and I was just larking. And when I
stared at us. Then he said, in the voice we all said surrender and all that, it was just the
hate, "Children, what is the meaning of all game, don't you know?"
this?" Then our robber said, "Yes, old chap; but
And for a minute nobody spoke. when you found there really was some one
Then Father said, "Foulkes, I must
my there, you dropped the pistol and bunked,
really apologize for these very naughty didn't you, eh?"
And then our robber rubbed his hands and And I said, "No; I thought, 'Hullo! here's a
laughed, and cried out: "You're mistaken, my robber! Well, it's all up, I suppose, but I may
dear sir, I'm not Foulkes; I'm a robber, cap- as well hold on and see what happens.'"
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th '
Great Horn Spoon "Horn spoons! You'll need 'em at the
By Carved from genuine ox horn!"
diggin's.
Here i; a hilarious tall tale told with gusto and a "Stay at the Parker House. None better!"
zest folife. In 1849 the California Cold Rush was The wharf seemed a mile long and the
wing. As the ship Lady Wilma put out from
in full ; noisiest place on earth. Jack was dazzled by
Boston for San Francisco, two stowaways were what he saw tattooed islanders and East
aboard young Jack Flagg, who wanted to gain a India sailors and silent Chinese with pigtails
786 THE STORIED WORLD
dangling behind them like black chains. "What's that?" Praiseworthy scowled. "We
There were Mexicans moving about to the don'twant to bathe in champagne. Water will
jingle of their heavy silver spurs and Chileans do, sir."
in long scrapes. There were mule skinners "Champagne'd be almost cheaper, gents.
and businessmen, and there were miners in Water's a dollar a bucket. Unless you want to
jackboots and red flannel shirts, with the mud wait until next November. Prices come down
of the diggings still in their beards. when it rains."
The rang to the sound of hammers.
city "We'll wait," said Praiseworthy with deci-
Buildings were going up everywhere and a sion. In this part of the world, he thought,
sand dredger was pounding the air. Men stood a man had to strike it rich just to keep his
in the doorways of the shops ringing hand neck clean. He signed the register and Jack
bells. gazed at a bearded miner pacing back
"Auction! Auction going on! Fresh eggs and forth across the lobby floor. He wore a
just arrived from Panama!" floppy hat and chestnut hair tumbled out
"Step inside, gents. Cheroots and chewin' on all sides like mattress stuffing coming
tobacco." loose.
"Onions at auction! Fifty bushels just He kept glancing at the loud wall clock as if
come in from the Sandwich Islands! Also every advancing second might be his last.
calomel pills, castor oil and carpet tacks!" Jack couldn't take his eyes off the man.
Jack gazed about at this street of wonders. Tucked in his wide leather belt were a re-
There was a smell of mutton from the chop volver, a horn spoon and a soft buckskin bag.
houses and a sizzle of hot grease from the Gold dust! Jack thought. He must have just
oyster shops. Suddenly Mountain Jim stopped got in from the mines!
short. "Ruination!" the miner began to mutter.
"Billy-be-hanged!" he said, lifting his nose "Ruination!"
in the air. "Smell that?" Praiseworthy blotted the register. "How,"
Praiseworthy nodded. "It's strong enough he asked the clerk, "does one get to the
to knock a man down." mines?"
"Makes your mouth water, don't it?" "Riverboat leaves every afternoon at four
"Not exactly," said Jack, trying not to o'clockfrom the Long Wharf. Fare to Sacra-
breathe. mento City is twenty-five dollars. From there
bear meat! Real California home
"It's you make your way to the diggings by stage,
cookin'. Good luck in the diggin's, boys. I'm muleback or foot."
going to follow my nose." Jack shot a glance at Praiseworthy.
Following up the scent like a bloodhound, Twenty-five dollars each! Why, they didn't
Mountain Jim crossed the street and turned have that much money! But the butler didn't
into a restaurant. Before long Mr. Azariah so much as raise an eyebrow. "We'll be taking
Jones dropped away, unable to resist the lure the boat tomorrow," he told the clerk.
of the auction shops another moment. "Ruination!" said the miner.
Praiseworthy and Jack continued along the "Come along, Master Jack," said Praise-
boardwalk, which was hammered together worthy.
mostly out of barrel staves, and reached the The walls of their room were lined with
United States Hotel. Captain Swain had rec- blood-red calico and there was China matting
ommended it. on the plank floor. The window looked out on
"A fine room, if you please," Praiseworthy the shipping in the bay, the masts as thick as
said to the hotel clerk. "And I think a tub bath a pine forest. There were not only gold ships,
would be in order." but Navy frigates and Chinese junks and the
"Very good, sir," replied the clerk. He was a going and coming of longboats. But Jack
bald-headed man with thin strands of hair wasn't interested in the view.
combed sideways from ear to ear. "That'll be "Fifty dollars just to get to Sacramento
ten dollars extra each." City!" he said. "We'll have to walk."
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 787
"Good exercise, no doubt, but we haven't dry, a mere wooden framework tacked with
time for it." Praiseworthy gazed out at the canvas, and set the bundle of shirts on the
distant hills across the bay. Sacramento City counter.
was more than a hundred miles up river, he "How soon may we have these back, sir?"
had heard, and the diggings in the foothills asked the butler.
beyond that. "Let me see. It took us five "Very fast service," answered the laundry-
months to get this far and it will take us man. His pigtail bobbed as he bowed.
another five months to get home. If we are to "How fast?"
keep your Aunt Arabella from being sold "Three months. Unless there is typhoon."
out we have two months left. Two months "Three months! Typhoon!" The man was
to fill our pockets with nuggets." mad, Praiseworthy thought. Or perhaps it
Jack found himself pacing back and forth was the entire city! "We fully intend to leave
like the miner in the lobby below. "Ruina- by the four o'clock riverboat tomorrow."
tion!" Jack said. "We've come all this way "Not possible," said the Chinese, bowing
and now we're no closer." and slipping his hands into his flowing
"Nonsense," said Praiseworthy. There was sleeves. "We send laundry to China. It come
a pitcher half filled with water on the chest back three, four months 1
ah wash, starch,
and he poured a small amount into the wash- iron. Unless there is typhoon. Take longer. No
pan. "We'll be on tomorrow's riverboat, I one do laundry here. Everything sky high.
promise you. Now then, I suggest we wash up Cheaper send to China."
as best we can, Master Jack." Praiseworthy picked up the bundle of shirts
Wash! Jack thought. There wasn't time to and gave Jack a look of modest defeat. "Since
wash! "How will we pay the fare?" we've managed without baths, I daresay we
"Let me see. We have thirty-eight dollars can do without starched shirts. Come along."
left. That's a start, isn't it? Of course, we'll They had hardly gone half a block when
have our room and meals to pay. But if I Jack saw the miner in the floppy hat once
detect one thing in the air it's opportunity. again behind them. The black pistol in his
The sooner you wash, Master Jack, the sooner belt suddenly looked larger. But Jack said
we can tend to our financial dilemma. Your nothing. The miner could want nothing with
Aunt Arabella wouldn't allow you abroad on them. Nothing at all.
the streets with dirty ears and sea salt in your He was still at their heels when the butler
eyebrows. And don't forget the soap." and the boy crossed the street. Now Jack was
"Ruination," Jack muttered again. He beginning to feel anxious. Even a little
"No offense, gents," the miner said. "Been "Well, now, that's mighty white of you. Tell
on the verge of breakin' in on your conversa- you what I'll do. I'll let you have all the hair
tion, but it didn't seem courteous." It was you cut off."
hard to see his mouth for the fullness of his Praiseworthy and Jack exchanged fresh
beard. "They call me Quartz Jackson, and I glances. The man was some sort of lunatic
just come from the diggin's. My fiancee's
in after all. What earthly use did they have
due in on the stage any minute. Comin' up for the man's shorn locks? But it seemed
from the capital at Monterey. We ain't never wise to humor him, and Praiseworthy said,
met, but we writ a lot of letters. And that's "I'llbe glad to help you in your hour of
just it." need, sir. Consider it a modest wedding
"And that's just what?" said Praiseworthy. present."
"We're supposed to be gettin' married. But Twenty minutes later the miner was seated
ruination when she takes one look at me, on a nail keg in a corner of the hotel porch,
she's goin' to think I'm part grizzly bear." He and Praiseworthy was snipping away with
whipped off his floppy hat and his dusty hair the shears. Quartz Jackson insisted that
fell out on all sides. "She'll get right back on every lock be caught as it fell. Jack was
the stage for Monterey. But shucks, I ain't kept busy holding a washpan under Praise-
such a bad-lookin' gent leastways, I wasn't worthy's busy scissors. It worried him that
when I went to the diggin's. I'm just a mite time was wasting and they were yet to
growed over, you might say. Well, I been make their boat fare. But he knew it would
trampin' every street in town lookin' for a have been impossible for Praiseworthy to
barber, but they all lit out for the mines. Don't turn his back on a gentleman in distress
seem to be anyone left here but the Cheap even a peculiar miner like Mr. Quartz
Johns." Jackson.
"Cheap Johns?" said Praiseworthy. "My, ain't the town growed, though," said
"Auctioneers. Anyway, that's why I the miner. "Must be all of four-five thousand
couldn't help starin' at the lad here." folks in the place. You gents figure on goin' to
"Me?" said Jack. the diggin's?"
"Why, that yeller hair of yours looks fresh "We do indeed," said Praiseworthy.
from the barber shop. All cut and trimmed. I "I come from Hangtown. The boys have
figured you must have flushed out a barber been locatin' a good lot of color up that way."
and maybe you'd do Quartz Jackson the favor "Color?"
me to him."
of leadin' "The yeller stuff. Gold. If you get up Hang-
If Jack had feared the miner for a mo- town way, tell 'em you're a friend of Quartz
ment, he couldn't help smiling at him now. Jackson. Tell 'em I'll be comin' home with my
He liked the man. "No, sir," he said. "I bride in a couple of weeks. Shore is nice of
haven't been to a barber. Unless you mean you to shear me this way. Would you mind
Praiseworthy." trimmin' the beard while you're at it? Always
"Praiseworthy?" itchin', and I can hardly find my mouth to spit
"At your service," said the butler. "It's with. Jack, young Jack, a bit of sideburn is
true, I've been cutting Master Jack's hair, but gettin' away in the breeze. Wouldn't want you
only out of necessity." to lose any."
The miner's face what could be seen of "Yes, sir," said Jack, catching the lock of
it broke into a sunny smile. "I'd be much hair.
obliged if you'd barber me up, Mr. Praisewor- Quartz Jackson's face began to appear,
thy. Name
your price." snip by snip, like a statue being chipped out of
"But I'm not a barber, sir. I'm a butler." stone. When Praiseworthy had finished the
"A what?" miner turned to look at himself in the hotel
"I couldn't accept any money for window pane, and he almost jumped out of
"
merely his jackboots.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 789
"By the Great Horn Spoon!" he said. "Is Half an hour while Quartz Jackson
later,
that me?" Quartz Jackson was obviously was having a $10.00 tub bath, Praiseworthy
pleased. "Why, I'd forgot I was so young!" and Jack were plucking opportunity from the
Quartz Jackson was a fine-looking gent at air. They put up a sign that said,
but a thin residue at the bottom of the pan. sea was upended; the spume and roiled spin-
Jack's eyes opened like blossoms. drift still flew high above the dike, landing in
Gold dust! gray dirty flecks in the streets and on the
"Why, look there!" the miner roared with roofs. If anything, the storm was more jerky
laugh :er. "The boy's panned himself some and fitful. Odd sudden lulls seemed to fall
color. I figured I scratched enough pay dirt momentarily between the high shrieks and
into r.iy beard to assay out at about $14 an moans of the wind, although behind the dike
ounce. Since I give you the whiskers and the sea thundered on. Enormous breakers
all the gold is yours!" hurled themselves up and washed in a last,
Jac< had never known a more exciting thin, hissing line almost to the crest of the
mom nt in his The grains of dust spar-
life. dike. Now
and then the spent water of an
kled 1 ke yellow fire and there was even a unusually large wave managed to spill over
flake < >r two. the dike.
790 THE STORIED WORLD
In the houses the fishermen sat loafing in "Listen, Jella, how often do I have to tell
the corners of their kitchens, behind the you? I'm not stirring from this house today,
stoves if possible, to be out of the way of their and that's final. A man ought to have a couple
busy wives and of their children getting ready days of rest after weeks out at sea without
for school. They were given no peace. In all having to sit on top of a school. Now beat it!
Shora the fisherman fathers were pestered by Get in that school and learn something in-
their children. The wheel had to go up on the stead of sitting on top of it."
school, storm or no storm. "But the teacher said there'd be no school
"Just suppose some storks came through today if we put the wheel up."
tomorrow," Lin a argued with her father in "Well, you can't get the wheel up in this
the kitchen. storm, so there is school, and I say so. Or do I
"Yes, just suppose and suppose," her fa- have to take you there by the scruff of your
ther barked back. "Just suppose you let me be neck and the seat of your pants?"
nice and quiet in my little corner. It feels good Jella shoved his feet disgustedly into his
to be dry and warm and to do nothing for a wooden shoes and slammed the door hard
change." behind him.
"Yes, but just suppose the storm ends, then
"Listen, Pier and Dirk that's the trouble
you'll be going out to sea again, and we won't
with twins, a man gets a double dose of
have a wheel up on the roof of the school.
everything one more yammer or argument
There's nobody else but Janus and old
out of the two of you, and I'll knock your two
Douwa, and they can't get on roofs." heads together so hard you'll be lucky if you
"They're lucky!" her father said impatient- have one head left between you. Even so, that
ly. "It'll be a long storm, I've told you. There's
ought to be enough you don't use your two
plenty of time. That storm isn't just going to heads. The answer is: No, No, NO! NO wheel
shut off like a faucet. Can't I wait at least for
on NO school in NO storm!"
a quieter day?" He disappeared behind his
"But we'd help all you men. The teacher
week-old newspaper, which, since he had
said no school if . . ."
been at sea for weeks, was news to him
"And I say there is school, and you two will
news and a refuge to hide behind.
be in it if only so I don't have to hear another
He was given no chance to read it. Lina's
word about storks. On your way!"
little sister, Linda, at that moment insisted on
Pier and Dirk looked at each other. They
climbing into his lap, and on the other side of
the newspaper Lina still argued with him. glumly shoved their feet into their shoes and
"The teacher said Saturday that if the wheel
moved to the door, muttering dire things to
each other. Behind his week-old newspaper
could go up today, there'd be no school. So we
their father sat grinning at their fuming
can all help you," she said to the newspaper.
threats."Learn your lesson well today," he
"With all of us helping, it shouldn't take
teased them. "I hear it's going to be about
long."
storks."
"What does that teacher know about wind
"Just so it isn't about lazy, stubborn fisher-
and storms? Let him get on that roof in a
storm then! And it's off to school with you men," Pier said stormily. Afraid he'd said too
much, he scooted to the door with Dirk close
right now. There'll come a quieter day before
behind him. Their father rustled the news-
we can take off for sea again, and then we'll
But off with you, so I can have a quiet day paper. Dirk pushed Pier through the door and
see.
almost tumbled over him to get out as fast as
today." he could. The door fell shut.
It was Lina indignantly shoved her
final.
feet into her shoes. She knew better
wooden "Listen, Auka, don't you ever let up on me?
than to argue further. She had gone as far If I hear another word about another stork,
as she dared. She buttoned her jacket tightly I'll ... I'll take your neck and stretch it until
up around her throat and stamped out of you look like a stork. Then you can go and sit
the house. up on a wheel on top of a roof. Storks got more
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 791
sense than to do that in a storm. How do you know your father very well always out at
expect me to lug a wheel up that roof in a sea but that's the way it had to be done.
storm? I haven't got wings! And if I should Joke a little and tease and nag, and nag and
slide down a slippery roof in this high wind tease. Wait and see! In spite of what your
and land on my head, who's going to earn the father said or growled, sooner or later he'd do
money so you can go to school and fool around what you wanted.
with storks? You get to that school!" Some of the others had had their misgiv-
"But there is no school if we put the wheel ings, Eelka especially. He'd said that his
up." father would say, "Oh, sure, Eelka," and then
"Well, nobody is going to put that wheel up not do it. But Pier and Dirk had knowingly
today, so there is school. Bye, Auka." assured them all that it was much easier than
There was nothing left for Auka to do but to with mothers. You'd get a sound box on the
put his shoes on and move off silently. His ear from your mother if you kept on pestering
father watched him. "If you stick that lower her like that. But then your mother had you
lip out much farther in your pout, you can put yapping around her all the time so she had
that wagon wheel on there instead of on the less patience.
roof," he teased. The others, all but Eelka, had been easily
Auka said a few wicked things to himself convinced, especially since the success of the
and looked stonily at his father as he closed scheme meant that not only would the wheel
the door very slowly to let in as much wind be put up on the school, but they'd also have
and draft as possible. the rest of the day free from lessons. It was
worth a good try. But Eelka had said his
Eelka's father, sitting dozily beside the
father was just too good-natured, he wouldn't
stove in the kitchen, peered around his news-
be pestered.
paper to watch Eelka slowly putting on his
shoes, buttoning his jacket, and pulling up The scheme had failed miserably. Now
the collar. "Where do you think you're going,
each child on his way to school hated to admit
son?"
to the others that he had failed, not knowing
"To school," Eelka said. "It's Monday, you
that the others had failed just as completely.
know, but it's much too stormy to put that The storm was never going to stop. They
wheel up on the roof of the school today. So I
knew it! There wouldn't be a stork left after
suppose it'll be school." He sighed. "I never this storm. Everything was hopeless and use-
did have much luck. Bye, Pop."
less. Even if there should be one or two storks
Eelka hunched himself to meet the wind
left over from the storm, what was the good of
that was driving down the street. Ahead of
that? There'd be no wheel on the school
him were all the other school children, bent
and anyway just because of their fathers.
over, boring into the wind. Unwilling
and each one walked alone They had to face each other in the portal of
angry defeated,
the school. It was cold in the portal, but at
on the hard way to school. No one hurried to
least here theywere sheltered from the vi-
catch up with any of the others; each one
cious wind. They all made great pretense of
hatec to have to admit that he'd gone down in
defest. And Eelka was too slow and far be-
blowing and stamping and beating their
arms; they all breathed heavily. "Whew,
hind and full of breakfast to make the effort.
what a wind!" somebody said. The others said
It I been a scheme, hatched and planned
lad nothing. They eyed each other while they
after church yesterday. That was what Pier flailed their arms across their chests in a
and 1 )irk had said to do about fathers pester great pretense of cold and chill.
them until they gave in. If all the children Finally Jella turned on Dirk and Pier as the
work ?d at it, nagged and pleaded Oh, . . . authors of the scheme. "Well," he demanded,
your father would growl and act angry and "is your dad coming?"
make wisecracks, but that's the way men are, Pier and Dirk looked at each other. "No-
diffeient from mothers. You didn't get to oo," Pier admitted slowly. "I guess not."
792 THE STORIED WORLD
That cleared the air. "Mine isn't either. You howl of the wind made it difficult to under-
should have heard him!" stand the teacher and made it even more
"Neither is mine. He isn't coming at all. difficult to concentrate on answers. Who
Said he'd just as soon try to sail the sea in a could think out arithmetic problems when
bushel basket in this storm as sit on the sharp hundreds of storks coming from Africa were
roof of this school. Now maybe he said if maybe going down in the sea? How many
we had a saddle, he might try it. But what storks would drown and never come to Shora?
good was a fisherman split in two on the ridge That was the outrageous arithmetic problem
of a sharp roof in a high wind? The two halves the wind seemed to be howling at them.
of him he didn't think could go out fish- The teacher asked Auka how much sixteen
ing afterwards and catch double the amount times sixteen were. Auka had to jerk his
of fish." attention away from the window where a tuft
In spite of themselves they all laughed at of hay was held against the glass by the
the sally. Now that they'd all admitted fail- relentless wind. "There won't be a single
ure, they tried to outdo each other in repeat- stork can come through a storm like this,"
ing what their fathers had said. Now they Auka answered.
could laugh about it. And Eelka didn't say Nobody smiled at Auka's mistake. All eyes
"What did I tell you?" He was laughing too went anxiously to the window and from the
hard. window to the huge wagon wheel leaning
Jella summed it up for all of them. "Guess against the front blackboard. Even the teach-
it istoo windy for old men like our dads." er looked somber.
The teacher suddenly stood in the doorway. "It's getting still worse," somebody in a
Lina burst out with it for the group. "None back seat muttered.
of our fathers not a single one would "It only seems that way," the teacher said
come," she said. "Not a one would get from slowly, "because we feel so helpless. Because
behind the stove. There they sit, baking!" we're just sitting still and doing nothing
"So," the teacher said. "So is that the griev- about the wheel. Inaction is hard, and still,
ance? Wise men, I'd say. You'll have to learn, Auka, the only problem before us that we can
too, sooner or later, that you can't defy a do anything about is: How much are sixteen
storm that you can't hurt a wall with just times sixteen?"
your head. So let's go inside; let's start right in There was a long pause. Auka had to jerk
on our lessons to get our minds on other his mind from his own inside woes, and then
things. Your fathers will come through. You figure out the answer. He got it wrong.
know that. If not today, the first possible day "Oh," he said moodily to himself, "I
that the storm will let them. They'll put up the thought he said sixteen times eighteen."
wheel before they set out to sea again." Nobody but Auka cared that his answer
"Did they tell you that?" Lina asked was wrong. Not even the teacher! The teach-
eagerly. er himself was standing listening to the
"No, they didn't tell me. I know that. And sounds outside. The wind seemed to be
all of you ought to know it, too. Fathers making new noises. Muttering, grumbling
always come through when it's possible. It's noises penetrated the classroom door. Outside
the way of fathers and mothers. You're just the portal there was a sound as of some-
impatient, but the wheel can wait now. The thing crashing down. Now there were stum-
storks will be waiting out the storm. Let's be bling noises in the portal. The wind must
just as patient and wise as the storks." have blown something in and was rolling it
insane," one of the men said to the teacher. It the wheel rolling wildly into the portal. Every-
sounded like Eelka's father. "First the kids body had to scatter. The wheel wobbled in an
nag you every waking minute, so you chase uncertain path, somehow found the outside
the kids off to school. What happens then? doorway, plunged into the yard, and settled
Their mothers start in on you! Nobody's got itself on the pile of beams and ropes and
out of our houses, so we got together and "Now rollout your storks."
decided it was less grief putting up that wheel The men laughed, but not the children.
than facing a bunch of nagging women and Happy and relieved and eager as they were,
children." now that their fathers were actually going to
The teacher grinned at the men. "Solomon put up the wheel, it was not a good joke. The
found that out a few thousand years before low, sweeping sky, scudding and racing with
you. Didn't he in his Proverbs say that it was clouds that looked as angry as capped waves
better to sit on the roof of a house than with a on the sea, threatened bad things. There was
nagging woman inside the house?" nothing in the sky but storm; there wasn't a
Auka's father turned to the men behind bird anywhere, not even a sparrow. A rain
him. "Did you hear that? If his wives had squall slashed down. The wind hurled the
even wise old Solomon up on a roof, what are rain into the portal.
a few dumb fishermen going to do?" "Will there be any storks left after a storm
"Get on the roof with Solomon," somebody like this?" Dirk asked the group of men
said in the portal. "He knew when he was around the pile in the schoolyard.
licked." The men looked up at the sky and
The schoolroom tittered. The men were shrugged. "Maybe, if the storm doesn't hang
joking, and, in spite of the storm, they were on too long," Lina's father said. "Maybe a
going to try to put the wheel up. And they couple of them will have sense enough to go
weren't unhappy about it you could tell bury their heads in sand until this blows
that not if they were making wisecracks. over."
That was always a good sign. "That's ostriches!" Lina, standing right be-
Jella's hefty father peered over the head of side him, said scornfully. She was half-
the teacher into the classroom. "It seems I ashamed of the ignorance of her father and
was told," he boomed, "that part of the deal right before the teacher! "Ostriches are sup-
was that if we put that wheel on the roof, posed to bury their heads in the sand, only
there d be no school today. Was I correctly they don't."
informed, or was that just Jella and his end- "I guess that takes care of you and your
less love for school?" ostriches," Eelka's father said.
"ND-OO," the whole room sang out. "No "Yeah," Lina's father said, nettled. "Maybe
school. He promised!" I'd better go bury my head in some sand.
Th'?y did not wait for the teacher so much These modern-day school kids they know
as to nod his head; they could see it in his everything, don't they? Me, all I know is
face anything went today. They streamed fish." He grinned suddenly. "You kids
from room and got into jackets and stock-
the wouldn't be satisfied with a couple of fish on
ing caps and wooden shoes. the roof?" he asked plaintively. "Say a couple
Frc mthe portal they saw that their fathers of sharks in a wash tub?"
had even brought ladders and lumber and The children hooted, and he grinned broad-
ropes The stuff lay in a helter-skelter pile in ly. He sobered, stepped back, and eyed the
the s( hoolyard where it had been dropped. sharp school roof. "Well, come on you Solo-
"O it of the way Out of the way all you
! mons," he said impatiently. "Let's get on the
mort; Is," Jella came shouting. Jella alone roof and get that wheel up."
had r :membered. He had jumped to the front The men stood studying the steep roof.
of tht room to get the wagon wheel instead of "Wet and steep and windy, it'll be slipperier
just i ashing out with the rest. Now he sent than a deckful of jellyfish," one of them said.
794 THE STORIED WORLD
"But up with a ladder, and we'll see what the rung, so you can let the rope down the other
climate is up there." side of the roof to fasten the ladder down.
Two men raised the long ladder high and Then lash the second ladder to the first, other-
straight. As they carried it upright around a wise the wind will just sweep it right off the
corner of the school, a blast of wind caught roof.Meanwhile, you kids get me that wagon
the high ladder. The two men struggled, but wheel."
they couldn't hold it up. The ladder swayed While he waited for the children to roll the
and twisted and threatened to come crashing big wheel to him, Janus kept looking at
down. the pile of beams and boards still lying in the
Everybody stood anxiously watching the schoolyard. "What's the big pile for?" he
top of the ladder, expecting it to smash to yelled up to the roof.
pieces against the ground at any moment. "To brace up the wheel. Got to have some
"Watch it. Watch it," somebody yelled. "If you brackets or braces or something to hold the
can't even set a ladder up, how do you expect wheel on the sharp ridge of this roof," Auka's
to get a wheel up there? Get into it all of you; father explained.
don't stand there staring at the top rung. Let "Yeah, but you're just going to have storks
it down! Let it down, I say. There. Now carry up there, not elephants," Janus said scornful-
it flat around that windy corner. That isn't a ly. "The way I've doped it out that wheel's
flag you're carrying in a parade." got to be up there nice and simple. With all
It was Janus! There he came in his wheel your beams and boards and two-by-fours
chair, forcing it ahead against the wind by sticking in every direction, storks flying over-
sheer strength and at the same time loudly head will think it's a trap, not a nest. But just
scolding everybody. get on with that ladder, Janus will fix it nice
The men let the ladder down. Then they and neat and simple."
turned to face Janus, a bit peeved at being "Yes, sir, yes, sir," Auka's father said. "Up
bawled out before their own children. But with the second ladder, men, Janus says."
Janus was grinning broadly; he was having a Jella, Auka, and Lina rolled the wagon
fine time in spite of the wind and the struggle wheel before Janus. "Now where's that
to move against it. He rolled up to the group saw?" Janus said impatiently. "Somewhere
in his wheel chair. "When it comes to doing I hung a saw on this wheel chair contrap-
may help them to hold all the stuff they'll lug iron rim partially over the wooden rim. The
up on this wheel." boys and Lina had all they could do to hold the
The teacher came up. "Janus, don't you wheel upright and steady as Janus struggled
want to go inside? No sense in your sitting with the close-fitting rim.
here in the wind when you can do your work Jella returned with the brace and all the
just as well inside." bits. A few minutes later the teacher came
"If those men can sit on that windy roof, I back with two large, rusty rods. Janus studied
can sit here where it's practically cozy," the rods. "They should do. Good and thick and
Janus said shortly, his whole grim attention solid. Plenty long enough for the wheel. Good
on his sawing. thing you remembered them," he said to the
The teacher, realizing Janus wanted no teacher. "It must be the only pair of loose rods
favors, said no more. "Anything I can do?" he in Shora. It was the one thing had me
asked. "I feel sort of useless with everybody worried me with my fine plans and no rods.
else busy." I'd have been the laughing-stock around
"Well, I need a brace and bit a long bit so here."
it will go through the ridge boards on both Jella wassent up the ladder to carry the
sides of the roof." brace and The teacher was
bit to his father.
"My dad's got a brace and all kinds of bits, sent off to find some heavy wire that could be
all sizes," Jella said eagerly. "I'll go get used to secure the wheel to the rods. "Got to
them." keep him busy," Janus said with a sly wink at
"Well, there goes Jella and the job you had Lina.
for me," the teacher said. At last the wheel was ready. The children
"Hold it," Janus said. "I also need two rolled it to the ladder. The men began hoisting
heavy iron rods long enough so the two the huge wagon wheel up the ladder, while
edges of the wheel rim can rest on them. You Jella's father drilled the two holes for the rods
see, we'll drill the holes through the ridge, in the ridge of the roof.
shove the rods through them, and then rest It was a slow, hard struggle against the
the wheel on the rods. The two notches I cut tugging of the wind. Two of the fishermen
in the wooden rim will fit snugly over the now straddled the ridge, ready to lift the
ridge. Then all we'll need to do is to wire the wheel on to the rods when it reached them. A
rim to the two supporting rods, and there'll be sudden hard hail and rain squall slashed
the wheel, steady and level and solid as a down again. The men straddling the ridge
house. But I can't think of anybody in Shora had to press themselves flat; they lay with
who would have a couple of heavy rods like faces against the roof and clung with one
that." hand to the ladder. The men working the
"Hah!" the teacher said. "You're talking to wheel up the roof had to stop and be content
the rightman. It seems to me I've seen a just to hold the wheel in place on the ladder.
couple of rods like that in the tower when I go The squall passed as suddenly as it had come,
there to ring the bell. I'm almost sure." and the struggle went on again.
"Just so they're long enough," Janus said. Janus watched every move with eagle
"IM go look, and nobody can take this job eyes. He was so intent he seemed unaware of
away from me. As the official bellringer for the sweep of wind and rain and hail. Yet from
the village, I'm the only one to have a key to time to time Janus glanced down the road to
the tc wer." The teacher pulled the big ancient the village. Suddenly he bellowed out, "Look
key out of his pocket and held it up. He at that, men! Look what's coming! The wom-
hurri 3d off. en! What do you know? Wind or hail here
"G ad I found something for him to do," come the women. Pots of hot coffee for you.
Janu said to Lina. "He makes me nervous
; This is going to turn into a picnic. Hurray for
watc ling so closely. He's just as jittery and women!"
excite d as you kids." He had finished cutting All work stopped on the roof. Everybody sat
the n 3tch.es. Now came the job of fitting the looking down the road; they called the women
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on. The women came in a close group, trying "Aye, aye, sir," the teacher said. He saluted
steaming coffee from the cold
to protect their smartly and trotted off.
wind. Then a new blast of hail had the men Jella's father, lying full-length on the lad-
hanging on to the roof and the ladders again. der on the roof, was twisting the wire around
The moment the squall passed, they looked the rods and the rim of the wheel. It was
down the road again. "No use looking," Janus awkward, slow, overhead work. The cold and
shouted. "No hot coffee, no nothing, until the salt, stinging wind were numbing all the
that wheel is up and secure." men and slowing their movements. The two
"Janus, you're a slave driver," one of the men straddling the ridge were holding the
men on the ridge complained. "All you need is wheel in place. One of them had to let go his
a whip." hold to rest his numbed arm. He wearily
"Don't need a whip," Janus called back. rubbed a hand over his face to wipe away the
"Got my tongue." icy wetness. He took a new hold, but now the
"Yeah," Pier and Dirk's father yelled down. wheel was tilted.
"Too bad that shark didn't get your tongue hold that wheel straight," Janus
"Jan,
instead of your legs." said. "Those storks need a nest, not a chute."
Down below Janus flushed red and embar- "Look," Jan answered irritably, before he
rassed. He looked away and then glowered up gave a thought to what he was saying, "if you
from under the peak of his cap to see how think you can do it better, you come up here
Pier's father had meant the joke. Pier's father and hold it."
saw the look; he gave Janus a good-natured There was an awkward, stunned pause.
grin. All of Janus eased in the chair. He let Everybody looked at Janus. Lina, beside his
out his breath. "Well, all I can tell you is," he chair, laid her hand on Janus' shoulder. But
called out slowly, "that shark was eyeing my to her astonishment Janus was delighted.
tongue. Got a good look at it, too all I was "Did you hear that?" he asked Lina. "He
telling him! But it looked too tough even for forgot I've got no legs. Bless his ornery old
him, I guess. He must have decided my sea hide. That's the way it's got to be."
boots were tenderer. So he took my boots. NowJan, who had been preoccupied with
How could that poor dumb fish know my legs the wheel and his precarious position, re-
were inside of them?" alized what he'd said. He looked down at
Everybody laughed, and Janus sat back, Janus. A slow grin spread over his face. "Stay
relieved. He seemed to test the laugh, almost there," he said. "I'm not giving you a chance
as if he were tasting it. Then he looked at to come up here and show me up. I'll show
Pier, hovering anxiously beside his chair. you I'm as much a man as you are."
"Good kid," he said. "Don't think I don't know He hadn't apologized or even tried to cover
everybody's accepting that crazy story be- it up. They were treating Janus man to man.
cause it's good for me. And it is good!" he He was one of them again. Janus bent low to
added fiercely. "Good." straighten out the pin in his folded-over trou-
The wheel was being fitted over the ridge. sers leg. He fumbled with it. When he
Janus riveted his whole attention on the oper- straightened up, his eyes were bright. "Bless
ation. "It's got to work, my idea with just two his ornery old hide," he mumbled.
rods," he muttered anxiously. "Otherwise my Lina took her hand off his shoulder. Even
name is mud. They'll razz me out of Shora." she mustn't baby Janus.
The teacher came hurrying up with a "Would you dare?" Janus asked suddenly.
handful of wires. Janus picked out the heavi- "We've got to test that wheel, and you're the
est and sent Pier up the ladder with them. only one who is about the weight of two
"Nothing more for you to do," Janus told the storks. I've got to know whether it'll hold their
teacher. "But the women have hot coffee on nest without tilting or wobbling. The men will
the stove in the schoolroom. Go get yourself a hold you up on the wheel."
cup. You aren't used to being out in this kind Janus wasn't babying her either. "Sure,"
of weather." Lina said stoutly.
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On the ridge Jan held Lina's hand as she whole day with their dads. The storm had
climbed on the wheel. Janus directed from made it a holiday for them, a chance for
down below. Lina walked along the rim of the games and jokes with their fathers.
wheel as far as Jan could reach and still keep Everybody was talking and Janus was in
his hold on her. Janus watched her closely. the midst of everything. Now he noticed the
"You can come down now," he said. "It'll boys and Lina in their corner. "How is it?" he
hold. It didn't so much as stir, even with you asked. "Is this a feast or isn't it?"
walking on the edge. Everybody down now! "Hot chocolate milk and hot fatballs!" Pier
Take the ropes and ladders down and go get told him smartly. "Hey, Janus, all it lacks is
your coffee." some cherries."
Lina made use of that moment of distrac- Janus laughed. "To get them you'd have to
tion to pull free from Jan's hand. She climbed go where the wind took them over a couple
up on the hub of the wheel. She flapped her of provinces or so, I think, or maybe into
arms. "I'm a stork, I'm a stork," she cried. Germany. Well, there're a few under the tree,
The next moment a gust of wind caught her, ifyou like salt cherries."
and she had to let herself fall, clutching for Lina hastily told the boys that she was
the spokes of the wheel and grabbing wildly going to ask Janus to play dominoes, too. He
for Jan's outstretched hand. She hung on for and Jana had no children. Janus ought to be
dear life. invited, too. They all agreed eagerly; they all
"Some stork!" the boys jeered up at her. wanted Janus in their houses.
"Let's see you fly down." "Oh, no, you don't," Lina said. "I thought
"Jan, come on down and bring that stork of it first!"
with you under your arm," Janus said, "be-
fore she tries to fly. I wouldn't put it past her."
Alki Zei
up or the roof in spite of storm and cold and The Sails of Theseus
hail .nd squalls. It made it a holiday.
Nc school the rest of the day, and their It wasn't easy for all four of us to go to see
fathers home with games to play. They'd all Niko together. Pipitsa would see us, and so
play lominoes with their dads. The five boys would the two little ones, Odysseus and
and Jna decided it among themselves as Aurora. So we decided to go two at a time:
they jat in their seats, sipping hot chocolate Artemis with Myrto, and Manoli with me.
while the grownups crowded around the This time it was our turn to go. We were glad,
warn stove. because we had a letter that Antoni had
happened so seldom, having their fa-
It brought from the town. Every time we went
thers home. Always they were out at sea or, if there Niko asked us, "Did you bring a letter?"
home busy with nets and sails and the ready-
,
We climbed the little hill. We had reached
ing o the boats. Now they'd have almost a the top and were about to start the descent
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into the little valley when we suddenly heard Niko turned to me. "You will get Stamatina
shouting. We turned. And then, a little fur- to take you to town at once. They'll have to
ther on, we caught sight of two policemen give you an anti-tetanus shot. There's all that
shoving a man along in front of them. When filfth around here."
his footsteps dragged they started hitting him It was true. There was the smell of mold
all over his head and shoulders. Terrified, and rot everywhere. Suddenly everything
we flopped down among the bushes and seemed hideous to me: the cramped room
watched. It looked to us as though they were with the mattress on the floor where Niko was
heading for the half-armed windmill. The living; the half-arm that nearly covered all of
man began scream. The whole valley
to the windmill's tiny window; the mosquitoes
seemed to quiver with the sound of his voice, that flew all over, biting. I burst into tears.
but the policemen only beat him harder. Sud- "Take me home, Niko," I begged. "I can't
denly a stream of bright blood spurted from go back alone with Manoli."
his head and ran down over his face. I had He looked worried. "Does it hurt a lot?"
never seen so much blood in my whole life. I "Yes," said. But I didn't know if it hurt, or
I
seen being beaten by the policemen; and dark. Nobody will see us."
without wanting to, I began to shake all over. I wanted to be able to tell Niko to stay
Niko cleaned out the cut with alcohol from a there, but I was too frightened. We started
little bottle he had. Then he bound up my foot off.Niko carried me because I couldn't put
with my clean handkerchief and picked me my weight on my foot.
up in his arms like a baby. Niko had heard the "You should eat more," he joked. "I feel as
shouting and had been frightened, thinking though I'm not carrying anything. It's a good
that something had happened to us on the thing it's not Myrto, instead of you. She'd
way. break my back!"
"You're only children," he said, "just chil- Manoli went on dumbly beside us. It had
dren. I forgot that." grown very dark now, in the woods. If Niko
"We're not children at all," Manoli told hadn't been there I would have died of fear. It
him. "And if the girls are scared, I'll come by made me shiver just listening to the dried-out
myself." pine needles snapping, crack-crack, under
"No, Manoli," Niko went on. "You're still our feet, and seeing the branches slowly sway
children, and you ought to be playing chil- back and forth like giant hands, ready to grab
dren's games. But the way things are now, we at you. How different everything is at night!
grown-ups need you." We had played in that forest thousands of
I didn't say anything because I saw that the times. We knew every bush and tree in it. But
handkerchief which Niko had tied around my now it was like some strange wild place.
foot had turned bright red, and I was terrified Beside Niko, however, my terror shrank until
of blood. it was no bigger than a walnut.
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Niko made jokes, talked about the wildcat, have time to say any more because then
spouted nonsense, just as though he were a Grandfather and Great-aunt Despina and
boy. For a moment I imagined that every- Stamatina all arrived.
thing was the way it had been before. We Manoli just cannot tell lies, not even for
would go home now, with him. We would eat Niko. I was howling. And so it was Artemis
our evening tomato soup and fried cheese who had to lie once again. She said that we
with big air bubbles in it, and he and Grand- had gone to the far cove for limpets and
father would tease Great-aunt Despina about I slipped on a rock and cut my foot, and
couldn't talk. But Manoli told them every- on the way back, what good would it do if I
thing how I was a scarecat, and that Niko died? And it was all because I was a scarecat.
was i i danger, all on account of me. He didn't The children wouldn't come near me any
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more, and I'd be just like Pipitsa. No, it would die, just so long as you don't really. I suddenly
be better to die. sat up.
They put me to bed. And when I said "What about Niko?" I asked Manoli.
"Li-po" to Myrto, I thought how now she "He's all right." He smiled. "And he says to
wouldn't have anyone to say "Li-po, ev-po" to tellyou to get well."
any more; and I felt sad for her. That meant that Manoli had gone back the
I was feverish all night long. I saw a ravine night before to the half-armed windmill, to
with a man walking in it. The policemen were make sure that nothing had happened to
hitting him. Blood was streaming. It was Niko. And he hadn't been afraid, all alone, at
Niko! "It's Melissa's fault, Melissa's!" he night!
shouted. Then the wildcat with its black eye I didn't go to see Niko again. At first it was
came and pounced on me ... I screamed. because my foot hurt, and then because after
"Melia, Melia, what's the matter?" a while he left Lamagari. He went "some-
I opened my eyes and saw Myrto beside me. place" in the town. That was what Stamatina
I was burning with fever. said.
"Don't don't call anybody," I said. "I'll Every day there were policemen all over
sleep now." Lamagari. One day they even came to our
I slept. And by morning, I still hadn't died. castle and pried into everything, even into the
The fever had ebbed. My foot hardly pained box where we kept salt. Stamatina knew one
me at all. I just couldn't put my weight on it. of them. He was very fat and his name was
Grandfather stretched the hammock out Pandeli. When the other two who came with
under the pine trees. Myrto dragged out three him went outside, Pandeli stayed on for a
thick books. while in the kitchen. Stamatina gave him
"I won't go swimming either," she said. coffee.
"I'll stay with you." "Aren't you ashamed of yourself," she said,
We hadn't even had time to open the books "poking around in other people's houses?"
when we saw Manoli racing toward our cas- "Do you suppose I enjoy doing it?" he re-
tle. What was he up to? I wondered. Soon he plied. "It's our duty. And tomorrow we have to
appeared again, with Stamatina this time, trail the kids to see what they play at and
and they came over to where we were. She where they go."
placed her hand on my forehead and asked The plan had been for Niko to leave for the
me anxiously, "How are you feeling, my little town in a few days. We were to act as lookouts
chick?" while Antoni picked him up at a remote cove.
Then she turned on me angrily. "Why He would have to make his getaway in the
didn't you tell me to take you to town? Don't daytime because at night the harbor-master's
you know you might have died? Ah, that lousy motorboat might be patrolling to see if they
dictatorship, that gets little children mixed up were fishing with dynamite.
in messes like this!" But when he heard what Pandeli had told
Myrto turned ashen. "You mean Melia Stamatina, Antoni said that there was no
could have died?" she asked. time for delay. Niko would have to leave for
Then Manoli said it was all his fault be- town the very next day. And Artemis figured
cause he had called me a scarecat. He opened out how we could fool the policemen. We
his fist and showed us a brilliantly colored would pretend that we were being very care-
clamshell that he had hidden in it. It was ful they didn't see us, and we would go toward
pinkish, with gold and green stripes. I had the castro, the old ruined fortress which was
never seen such a lovely one before, ever. directly opposite the point that Antoni's boat
"It's a present for you," Manoli said. And would have pass with Niko.
to
he gave it to me. We didn't go to the castro to play very often
What a good thing it was I hadn't died! because it was so far from the sea. And then,
Everybody made a fuss over me and gave me too, we were a little afraid. Everyone said it
presents. It's lovely, now and then, to nearly was haunted. We set out at noon, with the sun
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 801
directly overhead. When we had made sure "Pandeliiiii! Are you coming?" The police-
that Pandeli and the other policeman were on man's voice could be heard calling from the
our trail, we started marching toward the depths.
castro. "Present!" Pandeli shouted. He crossed
You have to climb sixty-eight stone steps in himself and squeezed inside.
order to reach it. We sped up the stairs and emerged onto the
"Ehhhhh, you children! Where are you off terrace.
to?" Pandeli shouted, halfway up. He sat Far down below us the sea lay spread out. A
down, puffing, on one of the steps. single boat with a snow-white sail was cruis-
He called out again, "And where are you ing about in it. Antoni also had a red sail for
taking that baaaasket?" the Crystal, but we had agreed that if every-
We had brought the basket along with us, thing went well he would hoist the white one.
the one we had used for Niko's provisions. We And Antoni didn't make a mistake, like the
were lugging it up the steps in such a fashion captain of Theseus' ship.
that all Lamagari could catch sight of it. Soon, from below, we could hear loud
"We're taking presents to the ghost of the sneezes.
caaaaastro!" Manoli called back. It was Pandeli and the other policeman
Pandeli and the other policeman stared who had emerged from the hole. We could
and started puffing up the steps once more. hear their boots thundering, vroom, vroom,
All that remained of the old fortress were its on the paving bricks of the courtyard. We
high stone walls and a staircase that opened leaned out of an embrasure and watched
on to a sort of terrace with turrets and embra- them secretly. Pandeli had pulled out a huge
sures. In the middle of this staircase there red-checked handkerchief and was blowing
was a landing; and on the wall side, an his nose.
opening with a rusty iron railing. Where it led "We didn't catch any ghosts," we heard
to, no one knew. Two feet inside the opening him say. "But I caught a cold!"
you could feel a gust of cold air, and it was so We had never played a better game any
dark that you couldn't see your own nose. summer! But that was our last game on
"Our ghost is in here," we told Pandeli, Lamagari. Until it was time to leave for the
showing him the pitch-black gaping hole. town to go to school, the days dragged drearily
First Myrto shoved her face into the hole. along: without Niko, without the wildcat,
"You have to chant the exorcism," Artemis without even a single secret. And up until the
told her. moment we embarked in the Crystal to go
And Myrto began to recite, "Pa, vou, ga, de, back to thetown, nothing interesting hap-
ke, zo, ni . . ." pened, except when Artemis' hat with the
"My God, what's she saying, that one?" the little cherries fell into the sea and the waves
other policeman cried out to Pandeli. "Stop carried it out to where it was too deep for us to
her! She's warning whoever's in there to rescue it. We just watched helplessly as it
beat it!" floated like a big jellyfish in the distance,
"Are you trying to be funny, Mr. Police- fading like the whole past summer out of our
man'"' Artemis said. "That's an exorcism, sight.
just to get it in a good mood. The ghost never
goes away from his castle!"
"We'll have to search," he told Pandeli. Johanna Spyri
Pa ndeli didn't show much enthusiasm for Heidi
squeezing into the hole. But the other police-
man had already vanished inside it. Pandeli Heidi is one of the best-loved characters in chil-
match.
tried to strike a dren's literature.When she was five years old she
"It's no good trying to make a light," was taken up the Aim Mountain in the Swiss Alps
Mane li told him. "The air from the hole will to live with her old grandfather, and she quickly
just Mow it out. The ghose hates light." won her way into his heart. In the chapter given
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below, Heidi goes up to the mountain pastures dirty; see, I have put everything ready for
for the first time with Peter, the
herdboy. Heidi you," and her grandfather pointed, as he
was first published in 1880 and has been a great spoke, to a large tub full of water, which stood
favorite ever since. in the sun before the door. Heidi ran to it and
began splashing and rubbing, till she quite
In the Pasture glistened with cleanliness. The grandfather
meanwhile went inside the hut, calling to
Heidi was awakened early the next morning Peter to follow him and bring in his wallet.
by a loud whistle; the sun was shining Peter obeyed with astonishment, and laid
through the round window and falling in down the little bag which held his meager
golden rays on her bed and on the large heap dinner.
of hay, and as she opened her eyes everything "Open it," said the old man, and inside it he
in the loft seemed gleaming with gold. She put large piece of bread and an equally large
a
looked around her in astonishment and could piece of cheese, which made Peter open his
not imagine for a while where she was. But eyes, for each was twice the size of the two
her grandfather's deep voice was now heard portions which he had for his own dinner.
outside, and then Heidi began to recall all "There, now there is only the little bowl to
that had happened; how she had come away add," continued the grandfather, "for the
from her former home, and was now on the child cannot drink her milk as you do from the
mountain with her grandfather instead of goat; she is not accustomed to that. You must
with old Ursula. The latter was nearly stone milk two bowlfuls for her when she has her
deaf and always felt cold, so that she sat all dinner, for she is going with you and will
day either by the hearth in the kitchen or by remain with you till you return this evening:
the sitting-room stove, and Heidi had been but take care she does not fall over any of the
obliged to stay close to her, for the old woman rocks, do you hear?"
was so deaf that she could not tell where the Heidi now came running in. "Will the sun
child was if out of her sight. And Heidi, shut laugh at me now,
grandfather?" she asked
up within the four walls, had often longed to anxiously. Her grandfather had left a coarse
be out of doors. So she felt very happy this towel hanging up for her near the tub, and
morning as she woke up in her new home and with this she had so thoroughly scrubbed her
remembered all the many new things that she face, arms, and neck, for fear of the sun, that
had seen the day before and which she would as she stood there she was as red all over as a
see again that day, and above all she thought lobster. He gave a little laugh.
with delight of the two dear goats. Heidi "No, there is nothing for him to laugh at
jumped quickly out of bed and a very few now," he assured her. "But I tell you what
minutes sufficed her to put on the clothes when you come home this evening, you will
which she had taken off the night before, for have to get right into the tub, like a fish, for if
there were not many of them. Then she you run about like the goats you will get your
climbed down the ladder and ran outside the feet dirty. Now you can be off."
hut. There stood Peter already with his flock She started joyfully for the mountain. Dur-
of goats, and the grandfather was just bring- ing the night the wind had blown away all the
ing his two out of the shed to join the others. clouds; the dark blue sky was spreading over-
Heidi ran forward to wish good-morning to head, and in its midst was the bright sun
him and the goats. shining down on the green slopes of the
"Do you want to go with them onto the mountain, where the flowers opened their
mountain?" asked her grandfather. Nothing little blue and yellow cups, and looked up to
could have pleased Heidi better, and she him smiling. Heidi went running hither and
jumped for joy in answer. thither and shouting with delight, for here
"But you must first wash and make your- were whole patches of delicate red primroses,
selftidy. The sun that shines so brightly and there the blue gleam of the lovely gen-
overhead will else laugh at you for being tian, while above them all laughed and
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 803
nodded the tender-leaved golden cistus. This last argument seemed a convincing
Enchanted with all this waving field of one to Heidi, and moreover her apron was
brightly-colored flowers, Heidi forgot even already so full that there was hardly room for
Peter and the goats. She ran on in front and another flower, and it would never do to leave
then off to the side, tempted first one way and nothing to pick for another day. So she now
then the other, as she caught sight of some kept with Peter, and the goats also became
bright spot of glowing red or yellow. And all more orderly in their behavior, for they were
the while she was plucking whole handfuls of beginning to smell the plants they loved that
the flowers which she put into her little apron, grew on the higher slopes and clambered up
for she wanted to take them all home and now without pause in their anxiety to reach
stick them in the hay, so that she might make them. The spot where Peter generally halted
her bedroom look just like the meadows out- for his goats to pasture and where he took up
side. Peter had therefore to be on the alert, his quarters for the day lay at the foot of the
and his round eyes, which did not move very high rocks, which were covered for some
quickly, had more work than they could well distance up by bushes and fir trees, beyond
manage, for the goats were as lively as Heidi; which rose their bare and rugged summits.
they ran in all directions, and Peter had to On one side of the mountain the rock was
follow whistling and calling and swinging his split into deep clefts, and the grandfather had
stick to get all the runaways together again. reason to warn Peter of danger. Having
"Where have you got to now, Heidi?" he climbed as far as the halting-place, Peter
called outsomewhat crossly. unslung his wallet and put it carefully in a
"Here," called back a voice from some- little hollow of the ground, for he knew what
where. Peter could see no one, for Heidi was the wind was like up there and did not want to
seated on the ground at the foot of a small hill see his precious belongings sent rolling down
thickly overgrown with sweet-smelling pru- the mountain by a sudden gust. Then he
nella; the whole air seemed filled with its threw himself at full length on the warm
fragrance, and Heidi thought she had never ground, for he was tired after all his exer-
smelt anything so delicious. She sat sur- tions.
rounded by the flowers, drawing in deep Heidi meanwhile had unfastened her
breaths of the scented air. apron and rolling it carefully round the
"Come along here!" called Peter again. flowers laid it beside Peter's wallet inside the
"You are not to fall over the rocks, your hollow; she then sat down beside his out-
grandfather gave orders that you were not to stretched figure and looked about her. The
do so." valley lay far below bathed in the morning
"Where are the rocks?" asked Heidi, an- sun. In front of her rose a broad snow-field,
swering him back. But she did not move from high against the dark-blue sky, while to the
her seat, for the scent of the flowers seemed left was a huge pile of rocks on either side
sweeter to her with every breath of wind that of which a bare lofty peak, that seemed to
wafted it towards her. pierce the blue, looked frowningly down upon
"Up above, right up above. We have a long her. The child sat without moving, her eyes
way ;o go yet, so come along! And on the taking in the whole scene, and all around
topmost peak of all the old bird of prey sits was a great stillness, only broken by soft,
and croaks." light puffs of wind that swayed the light
Th it did it. Heidi immediately sprang to bells of the blue flowers, and the shining
her f ;et and ran up to Peter with her apron gold heads of the cistus, and set them nod-
full o: flowers. ding merrily on their slender stems. Peter
"You have got enough now," said the boy had fallen asleep after his fatigue and the
as thsy began climbing up again together. goats were climbing about among the bushes
"You will stay here for ever if you go on overhead. Heidi had never felt so happy in
picki] tg, and if you gather all the flowers now her life before. She drank in the golden sun-
there will be none for tomorrow." light, the fresh air, the sweet smell of the
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flowers, and wished for nothing better than uals to her, each single goat having a particu-
to remain there for ever. So the time went lar way of behavior of its own. Meanwhile
on, while to Heidi, who had so often looked Peter had taken the wallet out of the hollow
up from the valley at the mountains above, and placed the pieces of bread and cheese on
these seemed now to have faces and to be the ground in the shape of a square, the larger
looking down at her like old friends. Suddenly two on Heidi's side and the smaller on his
she heard a loud harsh cry overhead and lift- own, for he knew exactly which were hers
ing her eyes she saw a bird, larger than any and which his. Then he took the little bowl
she had ever seen before, with great, and milked some delicious fresh milk into it
spreading wings, wheeling round and round from the white goat, and afterwards set the
inwide circles, and uttering a piercing, croak- bowl in the middle of the square. Now he
ing kind of sound above her." called Heidi to come, but she wanted more
"Peter, Peter, wake up!" called out Heidi. calling than the goats, for the child was so
"See, the great bird is there look, look!" excited and amused at the capers and lively
Peter got up on hearing her call, and to- games of her new playfellows that she saw
gether they sat and watched the bird, which and heard nothing But Peter knew how
else.
rose higher and higher in the blue air till it to make himself heard, he shouted till the
for
disappeared behind the gray mountain-tops. very rocks above echoed his voice, and at last
"Where has it gone to?" asked Heidi, who Heidi appeared, and when she saw the invit-
had followed the bird's movements with in- ing repast spread out upon the ground she
tense interest. went skipping round it for joy.
"Home to its nest," said Peter. "Leave off jumping about, it is time for
"Is his home right up there? Oh, how nice dinner," said Peter; "sit down now and be-
to be up so high! Why does he make that gin."
noise?" Heidi sat down. "Is the milk for me?" she
"Because he can't help it," explained asked giving another look of delight at the
Peter. beautifully arranged square with the bowl as
"Let us climb up there and see where his a chief ornament in the center.
nest is," proposed Heidi. "Yes," replied Peter, "and the two large
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Peter, his disap- pieces of bread and cheese are yours also, and
proval of Heidi's suggestion becoming more when you have drunk up that milk, you are to
marked with each ejaculation, "why, even have another bowlful from the white goat,
the goats cannot climb as high as that, be- and then it will be my turn."
sides didn't Uncle say that you were not to fall "And which do you get your milk from?"
over the rocks?" inquired Heidi.
Peter now began suddenly whistling and "From my own goat, the piebald one. But
calling in such a loud manner that Heidi go on now with your dinner," said Peter,
could not think what was happening; but the again reminding her it was time to eat. Heidi
goats evidently understood his voice, for one now took up the bowl and drank her milk, and
after the other they came springing down the as soon as she had put it down empty Peter
rocks until they were all assembled on the rose and filled it again for her. Then she broke
green plateau, some continuing to nibble at off a piece of her bread and held out the
the juicy stems, others skipping about here remainder, which was still larger than Peter's
and there or pushing at each other with their own piece, together with the whole big slice
horns for pastime. of cheese to her companion, saying "You can
Heidi jumped up and ran in and out among have that, I have plenty."
them, for it was new to her to see the goats Peter looked at Heidi, unable to speak for
playing together like this and her delight was astonishment, for never in all his life could he
beyond words as she joined in their frolics; have said and done like that with anything he
she made personal acquaintance with them had. He hesitated a moment, for he could not
all in turn, for they were like separate individ- believe that Heidi was in earnest; but the
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 805
latter kept on holding out the bread and "Who is the old goat?" called Heidi.
cheese, and as Peter still did not take, she laid "Why, her mother, of course," was the
it down on his knees. He saw then that she answer.
really meant it; he seized the food, nodded his "Where is the grandmother?" called Heidi
thanks and acceptance of her present, and again.
then made a more splendid meal than he had "She has none."
known ever since he was a goat-herd. Heidi "And the grandfather?"
the while still continued to watch the goats. "She has none."
"Tell me all their names," she said. "Oh, you poor little Snowflake!" exclaimed
Peter knew these by heart, for having very Heidi, clasping the animal gently to her, "but
little else to carry in his head he had no do not cry like that any more; see now, I shall
difficulty in remembering them. So he began, come up here with you every day, so that you
telling Heidi the name of each goat in turn as will not be alone any more, and if you want
he pointed it out to her. Heidi listened with anything you have only to come to me."
great attention, and it was not long before she The young animal rubbed its head content-
could herself distinguish the goats from one edly against Heidi's shoulder, and no longer
another and could call each by name, for gave such plaintive bleats. Peter now having
every goat had its own peculiarities which finished his meal joined Heidi and the goats,
could not easily be mistaken; only one had to Heidi having by this time found out a great
watch them closely, and this Heidi did. There many things about them. She had decided
was the great Turk with his big horns, who that by far the handsomest and best-behaved
was always wanting to butt the others, so of the goats were undoubtedly the two belong-
that most of them ran away when they saw ing to her grandfather; they carried them-
him coming and would have nothing to do selves with a certain air of distinction and
with their rough companion. Only Green- generally went their own way, and as to the
finch, the slender nimble little goat was brave great Turk they treated him with indifference
enough to face him, and would make a rush and contempt.
at him, three or four times in succession, with The goats were now beginning to climb the
such agility and dexterity, that the great Turk rocks again, each seeking for the plants it
often stood still quite astounded not ventur- liked in its own fashion, some jumping over
ing to attack her again, for Greenfinch was everything they met till they found what they
fronting him, prepared for more warlike ac- wanted, others going more carefully and
tion, and her horns were sharp. Then there cropping all the nice leaves by the way, the
was little White Snowflake, who bleated in Turk still now and then giving the others a
such a plaintive and beseeching manner that poke with his horns. Little Swan and Little
Heidi already had several times run to it and Bear clambered lightly up and never failed to
taken its head in her hands to comfort it. Just find the best bushes, and then they would
at this moment the pleading young cry was stand gracefully poised on their pretty legs,
heard again, and Heidi jumped up running delicately nibbling at the leaves. Heidi stood
and, cutting her arms round the little crea- with her hands behind her back, carefully
ture's neck, asked in a sympathetic voice, noting all they did.
"What is it, little Snowflake? Why do you call "Peter," she said to the boy who had again
like tiat as if in trouble?" The goat pressed thrown himself down on the ground, "the
closei to Heidi in a confiding way and left off prettiest of all the goats are Little Swan and
bleati ng. Peter called out from where he was Little Bear."
sittin ;; for he had not yet got to the end of "Yes, I know they are," was the answer.
his b -ead and cheese, "She cries like that "Aim-Uncle brushes them down and washes
becai se the old goat is not with her; she them and gives them salt, and he has the
was s Did at Mayenfeld the day before yester- nicest shed for them."
day, ;Jid so will not come up the mountain All of a sudden Peter leaped to his feet and
any n ore." ran hastily after the goats. Heidi followed
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him as fast as she could, for she was too eager manding little figure, whose dark eyes were
to know what happened to stay behind. Peter flashing,and reluctantly he let his stick drop.
dashed through the middle of the flock to- "Well, I will let her off if you will give me
wards that side of the mountain where the some more of your cheese tomorrow," he said,
rocks fellperpendicularly to a great depth for he was determined to have something to
below, and where any thoughtless goat, if it make up to him for his fright.
went too near, might fall over and break all "You shall have it all, tomorrow and every
its legs. He had caught sight of the inquisitive day, I do not want it," replied Heidi, giving
Greenfinch taking leaps in that direction, and ready consent to his demand. "And I will give
he was only just in time, for the animal had you bread as well, a large piece like you had
already sprung to the edge of the abyss. All today; but then you must promise never to
Peter could do was to throw himself down and beat Greenfinch, or Snowflake, or any of the
seize one of her hind legs. Greenfinch, thus other goats."
taken by surprise, began bleating furiously, "All right," said Peter, "I don't care,"
angry at being held so fast and prevented which meant that he would agree to the
from continuing her voyage of discovery. She bargain. He now let go of Greenfinch, who
struggled to
get loose, and endeavored so joyfully sprang to join her companions.
obstinately to leap forward that Peter shouted And thus imperceptibly the day had crept
to Heidi to come and help him, for he could on and now the sun was on the
to its close,
not get up and was afraid of pulling out the point of sinking out of sight behind the high
goat's leg altogether. mountains. Heidi was again sitting on the
Heidi had already run up and she saw at ground, silently gazing at the blue bell-
once the danger both Peter and the animal shaped flowers, as they glistened in the eve-
were in. She quickly gathered a bunch of ning sun, for a golden light lay on the grass
sweet-smelling leaves, and then, holding and flowers, and the rocks above were begin-
them under Greenfinch's nose, said coaxing- ning to shine and glow. All at once she sprang
ly, "Come, come, Greenfinch, you must not be to her feet, "Peter! Peter! everything is on
naughty! Look, you might fall down there and fire! All the rocks are burning and the great
break your leg, and that would give you snow mountain and the sky! Oh look, look!
dreadful pain!" the high rock up there is red with flame! Oh
The young animal turned quickly and the beautiful, fiery snow! Stand up, Peter!
began contentedly eating the leaves out of See, the fire has reached the gread bird's nest!
Heidi's hand. Meanwhile Peter got on to his look at the rocks! look at the fir trees! Every-
feet again and took hold of Greenfinch by the thing, everything is on fire!"
band round her neck from which her bell was always like that," said Peter compos-
"It is
hung and Heidi taking hold of her in the same edly, continuing to peel his stick; "but is is not
way on the other side, they led the wanderer really fire!"
back to the rest of the flock that had remained "What is it then?" cried Heidi, as she ran
peacefully feeding. Peter, now he had his backwards and forwards to look at first one
goat in safety, lifted his stick in order to give side and then the other, for she felt she
her a good beating as punishment, and could not have enough of such a beautiful
Greenfinch seeing what was coming shrank sight. "What is it, Peter, what is it?" she
back in fear. But Heidi cried out, "No, no, repeated.
Peter, you must not strike her; see how fright- "It gets like that of itself," explained Peter.
ened she is!" "Look, look!" cried Heidi in fresh excite-
"She deserves it," growled Peter, and again ment, "now they have turned all rose color!
lifted his stick. Then Heidi flung herself Look at that one covered with snow, and that
against him and cried indignantly, "You have with the high, pointed rocks! What do you call
no right to touch her, it will hurt her, let her them?"
alone!" "Mountains have not any names," he
Peter looked with surprise at the com- answered.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 807
"Oh how beautiful, look at the crimson you!" And opening the apron that held her
snow! And up there on the rocks there are flowers, she shook them all out at her grand-
ever so many roses Oh now they are turning
! ! father's feet. But the poor flowers, how
gray! Oh! oh! now all the color has died away! changed they were Heidi hardly knew them
!
It's all gone, Peter." And Heidi sat down on again. They looked like dried bits of hay, not a
the ground looking as full of distress as if single little flower cup stood open. "O grand-
everything had really come to an end. father, what is the matter with them?" ex-
"It will come again tomorrow," said Peter. claimed Heidi in shocked surprise, "they were
"Get up, we must go home now." He whistled not like that this morning, why do they look so
to his goats and together they all started on now?"
their homeward way. "They like to stand out there in the sun and
"Is it like that every day, shall we see it not to be shut up in an apron," said her
every day when we bring the goats .up here?" grandfather.
asked Heidi, as she clambered down the "Then I will never gather any more. But,
mountain at Peter's side; she waited eagerly grandfather, why did the great bird go on
for his answer, hoping that he would tell her croaking so?" she continued in an eager tone
it was so. of inquiry.
"It is like that most days," he replied. "Go along now and get into your bath while
"But will it be like that tomorrow for cer- I go and get some milk; when we are together
tain?" Heidi persisted. at supper I will tell you all about it."
"Yes, yes, tomorrow for certain," Peter as- Heidi obeyed, and when later she was sit-
sured her in answer. ting on her high stool before her milk bowl
Heidi now felt quite happy again, and her with her grandfather beside her, she repeated
little brain was so full of new impressions and her question, "Why does the great bird go on
new thoughts that she did not speak any more croaking and screaming down at us, grandfa-
until they had reached the hut. The grandfa- ther?"
ther was under the fir-trees, where he
sitting "He is mocking at the people who live down
had up a seat, waiting as usual for
also put below in the villages, because they all go
his goats which returned down the mountain huddling and gossiping together, and encour-
on this side. age one another in evil talking and deeds. He
Heidi ran up to him followed by the white calls out, 'If you would separate and each go
and brown goats, for they knew their own your own way and come up here and live on a
master and stall. Peter called out after her, height as I do, it would be better for you!'"
"Come with me again tomorrow! Goodnight!" There was almost a wildness in the old man's
For he was anxious for more than one reason voice as he spoke, so that Heidi seemed to
that Heidi should go with him the next day. hear the croaking of the bird again even more
Heidi ran back quickly and gave Peter her distinctly.
hand, promising to go with him, and then "Why haven't the mountains any names?"
making her way through the goats she once Heidi went on.
more clasped Snowflake round the neck, say- "They have names," answered her grand-
ing in a gentle soothing voice, "Sleep well, father, "and if you can describe one of them
Snowflake, and remember that I shall be with to me that I know I will tell you what it is
fathe ," she cried, even before she had come see any other?"
up to him, "it was so beautiful. The fire, and Then Heidi told him of the mountain with
the r >ses on the rocks, and the blue and the great snow-field, and how it had been on
flowers, and look what I have brought fire, and had turned rosy-red and then all of a
r
yello\
yell
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sudden had grown quite pale again and all I Look at Winter and Find Spring in the Snow
the color had disappeared.
"I know that one too," he said, giving her With Christmas over, the winter became seri-
its name. "So you enjoyed being out with the ous. The snows deepened, the wind blew, the
goats?" temperatures dropped until the air snapped
Then Heidi went on to give him an account and talked. Never had humanity seemed so
of the whole day, and of how delightful it had far away as it did in those cold still months of
all been, and particularly described the fire January, February, and March. I wandered
that had burst out everywhere in the evening. the snowy crags, listening to the language of
And then nothing would do but her grandfa- the birds by day and to the noises of the
ther must tell how it came, for Peter knew weather by night. The wind howled, the snow
nothing about it. avalanched, and the air creaked.
The grandfather explained to her that it I slept, ate, played my reed whistle, and
was the sun that did it. "When he says good- talked to Frightful.
night to the mountains he throws his most To be relaxed, warm, and part of the winter
beautiful colors over them, so that they may wilderness is an unforgettable experience. I
not forget him before he comes again the next was in excellent condition. Not a cold, not a
day." sniffle, not a moment of fatigue. I enjoyed the
Heidi was delighted with this explanation, feeling that I could eat, sleep and be warm,
and could hardly bear to wait for another day and outwit the storms that blasted the moun-
to come that she might once more climb up tains and the subzero temperatures that
with the goats and see how the sun bid good- numbed them.
night to the mountains. But she had to go to It snowed on. I plowed through drifts and
bed first, and all night she slept soundly on stamped paths until eventually it occurred to
her bed of hay, dreaming of nothing but of me that I had all the materials to make
shining mountains with roses all over them, snowshoes for easier traveling.
among which happy little Snowflake went Here are the snowshoe notes:
leaping in and out. "I made slats out of ash saplings, whittling
them thin enough to bow. I soaked them in
water to make them bend more easily, looped
Jean George the two ends together, and wound them with
hide.
My Side of the Mountain
"With penknife I made holes an inch
my
This absorbing story is presented as the firsthand apart around the loop.
all
account of a teen-age boy who wants to prove to "I strung deer-hide crisscross through the
himself and his family that he can live off the land loops. I made a loop of hide to hold my toe and
forone year. To accomplish this he runs away straps to tie the shoes on.
from home. In a remote region of the Catskill "When I first walked in these shoes, I
Mountains he makes a house for himself in a tripped on my toes and fell, but by the end of
hollowed-out hemlock tree six feet in diameter. the first day I could walk from the tree to the
He has difficulty at first in finding food and gorge in half the time."
preparing it, making his own clothes and tools. I lived close to the weather. It is surprising
But as the months go by he becomes more how you watch it when you live in it. Not a
proficient and resourceful. He learns a great deal cloud passed unnoticed, not a wind blew un-
about the plant and animal life in the region. The tested. I knew the moods of the storms, where
entries in his diary reveal his gradual maturing they came from, their shapes and colors.
until in the end he realizes that he needs com- When the sun shone, I took Frightful to the
panionship, especially that of his own family. meadow and we slid down the mountain on
[From Jean George, My Side of the Mountain my snapping-turtle-shell sled. She really
(Dutton, 1959).] didn't care much for this.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 809
hear ;mall exchanges of greetings and little standing on one and pulling the other up into
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his warm feathers. I had often wondered why tree. We holed up just as Barometer was
birds' feet didn't freeze, and there was my yanking his way home, and it was none too
answer. He even sat down on both of them soon. It drizzled, it misted, it sprinkled, and
and let his warm feathers cover them like finally it froze. The deer-hide door grew stiff
socks. with ice as darkness came, and it rattled like
a piece of tin when the wind hit it.
I made a fire, the tree room warmed, and I
"January 8
puttered around with a concoction I call pos-
"I took Frightful out today. We
went over to sum sop. A meal of frozen possum stewed
the meadow to catch a rabbit for her; as we with lichens, snakeweed, and lousewort. It is
passed one of the hemlocks near the edge of a different sort of dish. Of course what I really
the grove, she pulled her feathers to her body like about it are the names of all the plants
and looked alarmed. I tried to find out what with the name possum. I fooled for an hour or
had frightened her, but saw nothing. so brewing this dish, adding this and that,
the way back we passed the same tree
"On when I heard the mouse in his tunnel. I
and I noticed an owl pellet cast in the snow. I realized he was making an awful fuss, and
looked up. There were lots of limbs and dark- decided it was because he was trying to gnaw
ness, but I could not see the owl. I walked through ice to get in. I decided to help him.
around the tree; Frightful stared at one spot Frightful was on her post, and I wanted to see
until I thought her head would swivel off. I the mouse's face when he found he was in a
looked, and there it was, looking like a broken den with a falcon. I pushed the deerskin door.
limb a great horned owl. I must say I was It wouldn't budge. I kicked it. It gave a little,
excited to have such a neighbor. I hit the tree cracking like china, but I realized that I was
with a stick and he flew off. Those great going to be iced in if I didn't keep that door
wings they must have been five feet open.
across beat the wind, but there was no I finally got it open. There must have been
sound. The owl steered down the mountain an inch and a half of ice on it. The mouse,
through the tree limbs, and somewhere not needless to say, was gone. I ate my supper
far away he vanished in the needles and and reminded myself to awaken and open the
limbs. door off and on during the night. I put more
"It is really very special to have a horned wood on the fire, as it was damp in spite of the
owl. I guess I feel this way because he is such flames, and went to bed in my underwear and
a wilderness bird. He needs lots of forest and suit.
big trees, and so his presence means that the I awoke twice and kicked open the door.
Gribley farm is a beautiful place indeed." Then I fell into a sound sleep that lasted
hours beyond my usual rising time. I over-
One week the weather gave a little to the slept, discovered,
I because I was in a block of
sun, and snow melted and limbs dumped ice, and none of the morning sounds of the
their loads and popped up into the air. I forest penetrated my glass house to awaken
thought make an igloo. I was cutting
I'd try to me. The first thing I did was try to open the
big blocks of snow and putting them in a door; chipped and kicked and managed to
I
circle. Frightful was dozing with her face in get my head out to see what had happened. I
the sun, and the tree sparrows were raiding was sealed in. Now, I have seen ice storms,
the hemlock cones. I worked and hummed, and I know they can be shiny and glassy and
and did not notice the gray sheet of cloud that treacherous, but this was something else.
was sneaking up the mountain from the There were sheets of ice binding the aspens to
northwest. It covered the sun suddenly. I earth and cementing the tops of the hemlocks
realized the air was damp enough to wring. I in arches. It was inches thick! Frightful
could stay as warm as a bug if I didn't get winged out of the door and flew to a limb,
wet, so I looked at the drab mess in the sky, where she tried to perch. She slipped, dropped
whistled for Frightful, and started back to the to the ground, and skidded on her wings and
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 811
undercoverts to a low spot where she finally bored. Night came and the ice still lay in
stopped. She tried to get to her feet, slipped, sheets. We slept to the occasional boom of
lost her balance, and spread her wings. She breaking trees, although the explosions were
finally flapped into the air and hovered there not as frequent. Apparently the most rotted
until she could locate a decent perch. She and oldest trees had collapsed first. The rest
found one close against the bole of the hem- were more resilient, and unless a wind came
lock. It was ice free. up, I figured the damage was over.
I laughed and then I came out and
at her, At midnight a wind came up. It awakened
took a step. I landed with an explosion on my me, for the screech of the iced limbs rubbing
seat. The jolt splintered the ice and sent each other and the snapping of the ice sound-
glass-covered limbs clattering to earth like a ed like a madhouse. I listened, decided there
shopful of shattering crystal. As I sat there, was nothing I could do, buried my head under
and I didn't dare to move because I hurt, I the deer hide, and went back to sleep.
heard an enormous explosion. It was followed Around six or seven I heard Barometer, the
by splintering and clattering and smashing. A nuthatch. He yanked as he went food hunting
maple at the edge of the meadow had literally through the hemlock grove. I jumped up and
blown up. I feared now for my tree the ice looked out. The sun had come through, and
was too heavy to bear. While down, I chipped the forest sparkled and shone in cruel splen-
the deer flap clean, and sort of swam back dor.
into my tree, listening to trees exploding all That day I heard the drip, drip begin, and
over the mountain. It was a fearful and by evening some of the trees had dumped
dreadful sound. I lit a fire, ate smoked fish their loads and were slowly Hf ting themselves
and dried apples, and went out again. I must to their feet, so to speak. The aspens and
say I toyed with the idea of making ice skates. birch trees, however, were still bent like Indi-
However, I saw the iron wagon axle iced an bows.
against a tree, and crawled to it. I de-iced it Three days later, the forest arose, the ice
with the butt of my ax, and used it for a cane. melted, and for about a day or so we had
I would stab it into the ground and inch along. warm, glorious weather.
I fell a couple of times but not as hard as that The mountain was a mess. Broken trees,
first time. fallen limbs were everywhere. I felt badly
Frightful saw me through the
start off about the ruins until I thought that this had
woods, for I had and she
to see this display, been happening to the mountain for thou-
winged to my shoulder, glad for a good perch. sands of years and the trees were still there,
At the meadow I looked hopefully for the sun, as were the animals and birds. The birds were
but it didn't have a chance. The sky was as starved, and many died. I found their cold
thick as Indiana bean soup. Out in the open I little bodies under bushes and one stiff chick-
watched one tree after another splinter and adee in a cavity. Its foot was drawn into its
break under the ice, and the glass sparks that feathers, its feathers were fluffed.
shot into the air and the thunder that the ice Frightful ate old frozen muskrat during
made as it shattered were something to re- those days. We couldn't kick up a rabbit or
memt er. even a mouse. They were in the snow under
At noon not a drip had fallen, the ice was as the ice, waiting it out. I suppose the mice
tight as it had been at dawn. I heard no went right on tunneling to the grasses and the
nuthatches, the chickadees called once, but mosses and had no trouble staying alive, but I
were silent again. There was an explosion did wonder how the cottontails and The
near ly spring. A hemlock had gone. Fright-
i Baron Weasel were doing. I needn't have.
ful an i I crept back to the tree. I decided that Here are some notes about him.
if my louse was going to shatter, I would just "I should not have worried about The
as so<>n be in threw sticks to
it. Inside, I Baron Weasel; he appeared after the ice
Frighi ful and she caught them in her talons. storm, looking sleek and pleased with him-
This i a game we play when we are tense and self. I think he dined royally on the many
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dying animals and birds. In any event, he was was the only available source of vitamin
full ofpep and ran up the hemlock to chase C and on liver I stuffed, without knowing
Frightful off her perch. That Baron! It's a why.
good thing I don't have to tie Frightful much So much
for my health. I wonder now why
any more, or he would certainly try to kill her. I have more trouble than I did, except
didn't
He still attacks me, more for the fun of being that my mother worked in a children's hospi-
sent sprawling out into the snow than for tal during the war, helping to prepare food,
food, for he hasn't put his teeth in my trousers and she was conscious of what made up a
for months." balanced meal. We heard a lot about it as
January was a fierce month. After the ice kids, so I was not unaware that my winter
storm came more snow. The mountaintop diet was off balance.
was never free of it, the gorge was blocked; After that experience, however, I noticed
only on the warmest days could I hear, deep things in the forest that I hadn't paid any
under the ice, the trickle of water seeping attention to before. A squirrel had stripped
over the falls. I still had food, but it was the bark off a sapling at the foot of the
getting low. All the fresh frozen venison was meadow, leaving it gleaming white. I pon-
gone, and most of the bulbs and tubers. I dered when I saw it, wondering if he had
longed for just a simple dandelion green. lacked a vitamin or two and had sought it in
Toward the end of January I began to feel the bark. I must admit I tried a little of the
tired, and my elbows and knees were a little bark myself, but decided that even if it was
stiff. This worried me. I figured it was due to loaded with vitamins, I preferred liver.
some vitamin I wasn't getting, but I couldn't I also noticed that the birds would sit in the
remember which vitamin it was or even sun when it favored our mountain with its
where I would find it if I could remember it. light, and I, being awfully vitamin minded at
One morning my nose bled. It frightened the time, wondered if they were gathering
me a bit, and I wondered if I shouldn't hike to vitamin D. To be on the safe side, in view of
the library and reread the material on vita- this, I sat in the sun too when it was out. So
mins. I was sure that was the trouble. It did Frightful.
didn't last long, however, so I figured it My notes piled up during these months,
wasn't too serious. I decided I would last until and myjournal of birch bark became a stor-
t-he greens came to the land, for I was of the age problem. I finally took it out of my tree
opinion that since I had had nothing green for and cached it under a rock ledge near by. The
months, that was probably the trouble. mice made nests in it, but it held up even
On that same day Frightful caught a rabbit when it got wet. That's one thing about using
in the meadow. As I cleaned it, the liver the products of the forest. They are usually
suddenly looked so tempting that I could weatherproof. This is important when the
hardly wait to prepare it. For the next week, I weather is as near to you as your skin and as
really craved liver and took them from her much a part of your life as eating.
with hunger. The tiredness ended, the bones I was writing more about the animals now
stopped aching and I had no more nosebleeds. and less about myself, which proves I was
Hunger is a funny thing. It has a kind of feeling pretty safe. Here is an interesting
intelligence all its own. I ate liver almost entry:
every day until the first plants emerged, and I
never had any more trouble. I have looked up
"February 6
vitamins since. I am not surprised to find that
liver is rich in vitamin C. So are citrus fruits "The deer have pressed in all around me.
and green vegetables, the foods I lacked. Wild They are hungry. Apparently they stamp out
plants like sorrel and dock are rich in this yards in the valleys where they feed during
vitamin, too. Even had known this then, it
if I the dawn and dusk, but many of them climb
would have done meno good, for they were back to the hemlock grove to hide and sleep
but roots in the earth. As it turned out, liver for the day. They manage the deep snows so
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 813
effortlessly on those slender hooves. If I were stay long, for it is bitter weather and I wanted
to know that a million years from today my the female to return immediately. I climbed
children's children's children were to live as I down, and as I ran off toward my tree I saw
am living in these mountains, I should marry her drift on those muffled wings of the owl
me a wife with slender feet and begin imme- through the limbs and branches as she went
diately to breed a race with hooves, that the back to her work. I crawled through the tun-
Catskill children of the future might run nel of ice that leads to my tree now, the wind
through the snows and meadows and marsh- beating at my back. I spent the evening whit-
es as easily as the deer." tling and thinking about the owl high in the
I got to worrying about the deer, and for forest with the first new life of the spring."
many days I climbed trees and cut down And so with the disappearance of the deer,
tender limbs for them. At first only two came, the hoot of the owl, the cold land began to
then five, and soon I had a ring of large-eyed create new life. Spring is terribly exciting
white-tailed deer, waiting at my tree at twi- when you are living right in it.
me to come out and chop off limbs. I
light for I was hungry for green vegetables, and
was astonished to see this herd grow, and that night as I went off to sleep, I thought of
wondered what signals they used to inform the pokeweeds, the dandelions, the spring
each other of my services. Did they smell beauties that would soon be pressing up from
fatter? Look more contented? Somehow they the earth.
were able to tell their friends that there was a
free lunch on my side of the mountain, and
Frances Hodgson Burnett
more and more arrived.
One evening there were so many deer that I The Secret Garden
decided to chop limbs on the other side of the
meadow. They were cutting up the snow and Frances Hodgson Burnett, a natural storyteller,
tearing up the ground around my tree with wrote from a real love and knowledge of gardens
their pawing. and flowers. The character of Mary Lennox, "the
Three nights later they all disappeared. most disagreeable-looking child ever seen,"
Not one deer came for limbs. I looked down grows and changes with the cultivation of the
the valley, and in the dim light could see the secret garden. Human secrets of the past are also
open earth on the land below. The deer could part of this story, romantic in tradition and au-
forage again. Spring was coming to the land! thentic in its Yorkshire setting. [From Frances
My heart beat faster. I think I was trembling. Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden (Lippincott,
The valley also blurred. The only thing that 1911, 1938).]
can do that is tears, so I guess I was crying.
That night the great horned owls boomed
"I am Colin"
out across the land. My notes read:
But you never know what the weather will do
"February 10 in Yorkshire, particularly in the springtime.
She was awakened in the night by the sound
"I think the greathorned owls have eggs! The
of rain beating with heavy drops against her
mounrain white, the wind blows, the snow
is
window. It was pouring down in torrents and
is hari packed, but spring is beginning in the
the wind was "wuthering" round the corners
hollov in the maple. I will climb it tomorrow.
and in the chimneys of the huge old house.
Mary sat up in bed and felt miserable and
"Febn ary 12
angry.
It is spring in the maple.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes. "The rain is as contrary as I ever was," she
Two horned owl eggs lie in the cold
;;reat said. "It came because it knew I did not want
and hated the sound of the heavily beat- then to the left, and then up two broad steps,
ing rain, she hated the wind and its "wuther- and then to the right again. Yes, there was the
ing." She could not go to sleep again. The tapestry door.
mournful sound kept her awake because She pushed it open very gently and closed it
she felt mournful herself. If she had felt behind her, and she stood in the corridor and
happy it would probably have lulled her to could hear the crying quite plainly, though it
sleep. How it "wuthered" and how the big was not loud. It was on the other side of the
raindrops poured down and beat against the wall at her left and a few yards farther on
pane! there was a door. She could see a glimmer of
"It sounds just like a person lost on the light coming from beneath it. The Someone
moor and wandering on and on crying," she was crying in that room, and it was quite a
said. young Someone.
So she walked to the door and pushed it
open, and there she was standing in the room!
She had been lying awake turning from It was a big room with ancient, handsome
side to side for about an hour, when suddenly furniture in it. There was a low fire glowing
something made her sit up in bed and turn faintly on the hearth and a night light burn-
her head toward the door listening. She lis- ing by the side of a carved four-posted bed
tened and she listened. hung with brocade, and on the bed was lying
"It isn't the wind now," she said in a loud a boy, crying fretfully.
whisper. "That isn't the wind. It is different. Mary wondered if she was in a real place or
It is that crying I heard before." if she had fallen asleep again and was dream-
The door of her room was ajar and the ing without knowing it.
sound came down the corridor, a far-off faint The boy had a sharp, delicate face the color
sound of fretful crying. She listened for a few of ivory and he seemed to have eyes too big for
minutes and each minute she became more it. He had also a lot of hair which tumbled
and more sure. She felt as if she must find out over his forehead in heavy locks and made his
what it was. It seemed even stranger than the thin face seem smaller. He looked like a boy
secret garden and the buried key. Perhaps the who had been ill, but he was crying more as if
fact that she was in a rebellious mood made he were tired and cross than as if he were in
her bold. She put her foot out of bed and stood pain.
on the floor. Mary stood near the door with her candle in
"I amgoing to find out what it is," she said. her hand, holding her breath. Then she crept
"Everybody is in bed and I don't care about across the room, and, as she drew nearer, the
Mrs. Medlock I don't care!" light attracted the boy's attention and he
There was a candle by her bedside and she turned his head on his pillow and stared at
took it up and went softly out of the room. The her, his gray eyes opening so wide that they
corridor looked very long and dark, but she seemed immense.
was too excited to mind that. She thought she "Who are you?" he said at last in a half-
remembered the corners she must turn to find frightened whisper. "Are you a ghost?"
the short corridor with the door covered with "No, I am not," Mary answered, her own
tapestry the one Mrs. Medlock had come whisper sounding half frightened. "Are you
through the day she lost herself. The sound one?"
had come up that passage. So she went on He stared and stared and stared. Mary
with her dim light, almost feeling her way, could not help noticing what strange eyes he
her heart beating so loud that she fancied she had. They were agate gray and they looked
could hear it. The far-off faint crying went on too big for his face because they had black
and led her. Sometimes it stopped for a mo- lashes all round them.
ment or so and then began again. Was this the "No," he replied after waiting a moment or
right corner to turn? She stopped and so. "I am Colin."
thought. Yes it was. Down this passage and "Who is Colin?" she faltered.
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"I am Colin Craven. Who are you?" "No. I stay in this room because I don't
"I am Mary Lennox. Mr. Craven is my want to be moved out of it. It tires me too
uncle." much."
"He is my father," said the boy. "Does your father come and see you?"
"Your father!" gasped Mary. "No one ever Mary ventured.
told rne he had a boy! Why didn't they?" "Sometimes. Generally when I am asleep.
"Come here," he said, still keeping his He doesn't want to see me."
strange eyes fixed on her with an anxious "Why?" Mary could not help asking again.
expression. A sort of angry shadow passed over the
She came close to the bed and he put out boy's face.
his hand and touched her. "My mother died when I was born and it
"You are real, aren't you?" he said. "I have makes him wretched to look at me. He thinks
such real dreams very often. You might be I don't know, but I've heard people talking.
one of them." He almost hates me."
Mary had slipped on a woolen wrapper He hates the garden, because she died,"
before she left her room and she put a piece of said Mary half speaking to herself.
it between his fingers. "What garden?" the boy asked.
"Rub that and see how thick and warm it "Oh! just just a garden she used to like,"
is," she said. "I will pinch you a little if you Mary stammered. "Have you been here al-
like, to show you how real I am. For a minute ways?"
I thought you might be a dream too." "Nearly always. Sometimes I have been
"Where did you come from?" he asked. taken to places at the seaside, but I won't stay
"From my own room. The wind wuthered because people stare at me. I used to wear an
so I couldn't go to sleep and I heard some one iron thing to keep my back straight, but a
crying and wanted to find out who it was. grand doctor came from London to see me
What were you crying for?" and said it was stupid. He told them to take it
"Because I couldn't go to sleep either and off and keep me out in the fresh air. I hate
my head ached. Tell me your name again." fresh air and I don't want to go out."
"Mary Lennox. Did no one ever tell you I "I didn't when first I came here," said
had come to live here?" Mary. "Why do you keep looking at me like
He was fingering the fold of her wrap-
still that?"
per, but he began to look a little more as if he "Because of the dreams that are so real,"
believed in her reality. he answered rather fretfully. "Sometimes
"No," he answered. "They daren't." when I open my eyes I don't believe I'm
"Why?" asked Mary. awake."
"Because I should have been afraid you "We're both awake," said Mary. She
would see me. I won't let people see me and glanced round the room with its high ceiling
talk me over." and shadowy corners and dim fire-light. "It
"Why?" Mary asked again, feeling more looks quite like a dream, and it's the middle of
mysti:ied every moment. the night, and everybody in the house is
"Because I am like this always, ill and asleep everybody but us. We are wide
havin i to lie down. My father won't let people awake."
talk ne over either. The servants are not "I don't want it to be a dream," the boy said
allowi rd to speak about me. If I li ve I may be a restlessly.
huncl back, but I shan't live. My father hates Mary thought of something all at once.
to think I may be like him." you don't like people to see you," she
"If
"Ol what a queer house this is!" Mary
, began, "do you want me to go away?"
said. 'What a queer house! Everything is a He still held the fold of her wrapper and he
kind c f secret. Rooms are locked up and gar- gave it a little pull.
dens re locked up
i and you! Have you been "No," he said. "I should be sure you were a
lockec up?" dream if you went. If you are real, sit down on
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that big footstool and talk. I want to hear Colin half sat up, turning toward her, lean-
about you." ing on his elbows.
Mary put down her candle on the table near "What garden door was locked? Who did it?
the bed and sat down on the cushioned stool. Where was the key buried?" he exclaimed as
She did not want to go away at all. She if he were suddenly very much interested.
wanted to stay in the mysterious hidden-away "It it was the garden Mr. Craven hates,"
room and talk to the mysterious boy. said Mary nervously. "He locked the door. No
"What do you want me to tell you?" she one no one knew where he buried the key."
said. "What sort of a garden is it?" Colin persist-
He wanted know how long she had been
to ed eagerly.
at Misselthwaite; he wanted to know which "No one has been allowed to go into it for
corridor her room was on; he wanted to know ten years," was Mary's careful answer.
what she had been doing; if she disliked the But it was too late to be careful. He was too
moor as he disliked it; where she had lived much He too had had nothing to
like herself.
before she came to Yorkshire. She answered think about and the idea of a hidden garden
all these questions and many more and he lay attracted him as it had attracted her. He
back on his pillow and listened. He made her asked question after question. Where was it?
tell him agreat deal about India and about Had she never looked for the door? Had she
her voyage across the ocean. She found out never asked the gardeners?
that because he had been an invalid he had "They won't talk about it," said Mary. "I
not learned things as other children had. One think they have been told not to answer ques-
of his nurses had taught him to read when he tions."
was quite little and he was always reading would make them," said Colin.
"I
and looking at pictures in splendid books. "Could you?" Mary faltered, beginning to
Though his father rarely saw him when he feel frightened. If he could make people an-
was awake, he was given all sorts of wonder- swer questions, who knew what might hap-
ful things to amuse himself with. He never pen!
seemed to have been amused, however. He "Everyone is obliged to please me. I told
could have anything he asked for and was you that," he said. "If I were to live, this place
never made to do anything he did not like to would sometime belong to me. They all know
do. that. I would make them tell me."
"Everyone is obliged to do what pleases Mary had not known that she herself had
me," he said indifferently. "It makes me ill to been spoiled, but she could see quite plainly
be angry. No one believes I shall live to grow that this mysterious boy had been. He
up." thought that the whole world belonged to
He said as if he was so accustomed to the
it him. How peculiar he was and how coolly he
idea that had ceased to matter to him at all.
it spoke of not living.
He seemed to like the sound of Mary's voice. "Do you think you won't live?" she asked,
As she went on talking he listened in a partly because she was curious and partly in
drowsy, interested way. Once or twice she hope of making him forget the garden.
wondered if he were not gradually falling into "I don't suppose I shall," he answered as
a doze. But at last he asked a question which indifferently as he had spoken before. "Ever
opened up a new subject. since I remember anything I have heard peo-
"How old are you?" he asked. ple say I shan't. At first they thought I was too
"I am ten," answered Mary, forgetting her- little to understand and now they think I don't
self for the moment, "and so are you." hear. But I do. My doctor is my father's
"How do you know that?" he demanded in cousin. He is quite poor and if I die he will
a surprised voice. have all Misselthwaite when my father is
"Because when you were born the garden dead. I should think he wouldn't want me to
door was locked and the key was buried. And live."
it has been locked for ten years." "Do you want to live?" inquired Mary.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 817
"No," he answered, in a cross, tired fash- called it our garden and pretended that that
ion. "But I don't want to die. When I feel we were missel thrushes and it was our nest,
ill I lie here and think about it until I cry and if we played there almost every day and
and cry." dug and planted seeds and made it all come
"
"I have heard you crying three times," alive
Mary said, "but I did not know who it was. dead?" he interrupted her.
"Is it
Were you crying about that?" She did so want soon will be if no one cares for it," she
"It
him to forget the garden. went on. "The bulbs will live but the roses "
"I dare say," he answered. "Let us talk He stopped her again as excited as she was
about something else. Talk about that gar- herself.
den. Don't you want to see it?" "What are bulbs?" he put in quickly.
"Yes," answered Mary, in quite a low voice. "They are daffodils and lilies and snow-
"I do," he went on persistently. "I don't drops. They are working in the earth now
think I ever really wanted to see anything pushing up pale green points because the
before, but I want to see that garden. I want spring is coming."
the key dug up. I want the door unlocked. I "Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it
would let them take me there in my chair. like? You don't see it in rooms if you are ill."
That would be getting fresh air. I am going to "It is the sun shining on the rain and the
make them open the door." rain falling on the sunshine, and things push-
He had become quite excited and his ing up and working under the earth," said
strange eyes began to shine like stars and Mary. "If the garden was a secret and we
looked more immense than ever. could get into it we could watch the things
"They have to please me," he said. "I will grow bigger every day, and see how many
make them take me there and I will let you roses are alive. Don't you see? Oh, don't you
go, too." see how much nicer it would be if it was a
Mary's hands clutched each other. Every- secret?"
thing would be spoiled everything! Dickon He dropped back on his pillow and lay there
would never come back. She would never with an odd expression on his face.
again feel like a missel thrush with a safe- "I never had a secret," he said, "except
hidden nest. that one about not living to grow up. They
"Oh, don't don't don't don't do that!" don't know I know that, so it is a sort of secret.
she cried out. But I like this kind better."
He stared as if he thought she had gone "If you won't make them take you to the
crazy! garden," pleaded Mary, "perhaps I feel al-
"Why?" he exclaimed. "You said you want- most sure I can find out how to get in some-
ed to see it." time. And then if the doctor wants you to go
"I do," she answered almost with a sob in out in your chair, and if you can always do
her throat, "but if you make them open the what you want to do, perhaps perhaps we
door a id take you in like that it will never be a might find some boy who would push you, and
secret again." we could go alone and it would always be a
He leaned still farther forward. secret garden."
"A secret," he said. "What do you mean? "I should
like that," he said very slow-
Tell me." ly, his eyes looking dreamy. "I should like
Mai y's words almost tumbled over one an- that. I should not mind fresh air in a secret
other. garden."
"Yo i see you see," she panted, "if no one Mary began to recover her breath and feel
knows but ourselves if there was a door, safer because the idea of keeping the secret
bidder somewhere under the ivy if there seemed to please him. She felt almost sure
was and we could find it; and if we could that if she kept on talking and could make
slip th ough it together and shut it behind us, him see the garden in his mind as she had
and m one knew any one was inside and we seen it he would like it so much that he could
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not bear to think that everybody might tramp "How queer!" said Mary.
into it when they chose. had lived I believe I should not have
"If she
"I'll tell you what
think it would be like, if
I been always," he grumbled. "I dare say I
ill
we could go into it," she said. "It has been should have lived, too. And my father would
shut up so long things have grown into a not have hated to look at me. I dare say I
tangle perhaps." should have had a strong back. Draw the
He lay quite still and listened while she curtain again."
went on talking about the roses which might Mary did as she was told and returned to
have clambered from tree to tree and hung her footstool.
down about the many birds which might "She is much prettier than you," she said,
have built their nests there because it was so "but her eyes are just like yours at least
safe. And then she told him about the robin they are the same shape and color. Why is the
and Ben Weatherstaff, and there was so curtain drawn over her?"
much to tell about the robin and it was so easy He moved uncomfortably.
and safe to talk about it that she ceased to "I made them do it," he said. "Sometimes I
be afraid. The robin pleased him so much that don't like to see her looking at me. She smiles
he smiled until he looked almost beautiful, too much when I am ill and miserable. Be-
and at first Mary had thought that he was sides, she is mine and I don't want everyone
even plainer than herself, with his big eyes to see her."
and heavy locks of hair. There were a few moments of silence and
"I did not know birds could be like that," he then Mary spoke.
said. "But you stay in a room you never see
if "What would Mrs. Medlock do if she found
things. What a lot of things you know. I feel out that I had been here?" she inquired.
as if you had been inside that garden." "She would do as I told her to do," he
She did not know what to say, so she did not answered. "And I should tell her that I want-
say anything. He evidently did not expect an ed you to come here and talk to me every day.
answer and the next moment he gave her a I am glad you came."
surprise. am I," said Mary. "I will come as often
"So
"I am going to let you look at something," as can, but"
I she hesitated "I shall have
he said. "Do you see that rose-colored silk to look every day for the garden door."
curtain hanging on the wall over the mantel- "Yes, you must," said Colin, "and you can
piece?" tell me about it afterward." He lay thinking a
Mary had not noticed it before, but she few minutes, as he had done before, and then
looked up and saw it. It was a curtain of soft he spoke again.
silk hanging over what seemed to be some "I think you shall be a secret, too," he said.
picture. "I will not tell them until they find out. I can
"Yes," she answered. always send the nurse out of the room and say
"There is a cord hanging from it," said that I want to be by myself. Do you know
agate gray and looking twice as big as they makes Martha attend to me when she wants
really were because of the black lashes all to go out. Martha shall tell you when to come
round them. here."
"She is my mother," said Colin complain- Then Mary understood Martha's troubled
ingly. "I don't see why she died. Sometimes I look when she had asked questions about the
hate her for doing it." crying.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 819
"Martha knew about you all the time?" she so because began another week's slow
it
"Why, what's the matter, Tom? I must call hurt so I never minded my
tooth at all."
Auntie." "Your tooth, indeed! What's the matter
"No never mind. It'll be over by and by, with your tooth?"
maybe. Don't call anybody." "One of them's loose, and it aches perfectly
"But I must! Don't groan so, Tom, it's awful."
awful. How long you been this way?" "There, there, now, don't begin that groan-
"Hours. Ouch! Oh, don't stir so, Sid, you'll ing again. Open your mouth. Well your
kill me." tooth is loose, but you're not going to die about
"Tom, why didn't you wake me sooner? Oh, that. Mary, get me a silk thread, and a chunk
Tom, don't! It makes my flesh crawl to hear of fire out of the kitchen."
you.Tom, what is the matter?" Tom said:
"I forgive
you everything, Sid. [Groan.] "Oh, please, Auntie, don't pull it out! It
Everything you've ever done to me. When I'm don't hurt any more. I wish I may never stir if
'
be like him. Tom was like the rest of the "Why, spunk-water."
respectable boys, in that he envied Huckle- "Spunk- water! I wouldn't give a dern for
berry his gaudy outcast condition, and was spunk-water."
under strict orders not to play with him. So he "You wouldn't, wouldn't you? D'you ever
played with him every time he got a chance. try it?"
Huckleberry was always dressed in the cast- "No, I But Bob Tanner did."
hain't.
off clothes of full-grown men, and they were "Who you so?"
told
in perennial bloom and fluttering with rags. "Why, he told Jeff Thatcher, and Jeff told
His hat was a vast ruin with a wide crescent Johnny Baker, and Johnny told Jim Hollis,
lopped out of its brim; his coat, when he wore and Jim told Ben Rogers, and Ben told a
one, hung nearly to his heels and had the nigger and the nigger told me. There now!"
rearward buttons far down the back; but one "Well, what of it? They'll all lie. Leastways
suspender supported his trousers; the seat of all but the nigger. I don't know him. But I
the trousers bagged low and contained noth- never see a nigger that wouldn't Me. Shucks!
ing; the fringed legs dragged in the dirt when Now you tell me how Bob Tanner done it,
not rolled up. Huck."
Huckleberry came and went, at his own "Why, he took and dipped his hand in a
free will. He slept on doorsteps in fine weath- rotten stump where the rainwater was."
er and in empty hogsheads in wet; he did not "In the daytime?"
have to go to school or to church, or call any "Certainly."
being master or obey anybody; he could go "With his face to the stump?"
fishing or swimming when and where he "Yes. Least I reckon so."
chose, and stay as long as it suited him; "Did he say anything?"
nobody forbade him to fight; he could sit up as "I don't reckon he did. I don't know."
late as he pleased; he was always the first boy "Aha! Talk about trying to cure warts with
thatwent barefoot in the spring and the last spunk-water such a blame-fool way as that!
toresume leather in the fall; he never had to Why, that ain't a-going to do any good. You
wash, nor put on clean clothes; he could got to go all by yourself, to the middle of the
swear wonderfully. In a word, everything woods, where you know there's a spunk-water
that goes tomake life precious that boy had. stump, and just as it's midnight you back up
So thought every harassed, hampered, re- against the stump and jam your hand in and
spectable boy in St. Petersburg. say:
Tom hailed the romantic outcast:
Barley-corn, barley-corn, injun-meal shorts
"Hello, Huckleberry!"
"HeJlo yourself, and see how you like it." Spunk-water, spunk-water, swaller these
"What's that you got?" warts,
"Dead cat." and then walk away quick, eleven steps, with
"Lernme see him, Huck. My, he's pretty your eyes shut, and then turn around three
stiff. Where'd you get him?" times and walk home without speaking to
"Bought him off'n a boy." anybody. Because if you speak the charm's
"What did you give?" busted."
"I gi ve a blue ticket and a bladder that I got "Well, that sounds like a good way; but that
at the daughter-house." ain't the way Bob Tanner done."
"Whsre'd you get the blue ticket?" "No you can bet he didn't, becuz he's
sir
"Bought it off'n Ben Rogers two weeks ago the wartiest boy in this town; and he wouldn't
for a h >opstick." have a wart on him if he'd knowed how to
"Sa^ what is dead cats good for, Huck?" work spunk-water. I've took off thousands of
"Goc d for? Cure warts with." warts off of my hands that way, Huck. I play
"No Is that so? I know something that's with frogs so much that I've always got con-
'
"Yes, bean's good. I've done that." "Tonight. I reckon they'll come after old
"Have you? What's your way?" Hoss Williams tonight."
"You take and split the bean, and cut the "But they buried him Saturday. Didn't they
wart so as to get some blood, and then you put get him Saturday night?"
the blood on one piece of the bean and take "Why, how you talk! How could their
and dig a hole and bury it 'bout midnight at charms work till midnight? and then its
the crossroads in the dark of the moon, and Sunday. Devils don't slosh around much of a
then you burn up the rest of the bean. You Sunday, I don't reckon."
see that piece that's got the blood on it will "I never thought of that. That's so. Lemme
keep drawing and drawing, trying to fetch go with you?"
the other piece to it, and so that helps the "Of course if you ain't afeard."
blood to draw the wart, and pretty soon off "Afeard! Tain't likely. Will you meow?"
she comes." "Yes and you meow back, if you get a
"Yes, that's it, Huck that's it; though chance. Last time, you kep' me a-meowing
when you're burying it if you say, 'Down around till old Hays went to throwing rocks at
bean; off wart; come no more to bother me!' me and says 'Dern that cat!' and so I hove a
it's better. That's the way Joe Harper does, brick through his window but don't you
and he's been nearly to Coonville and most tell."
everywheres. But say how do you cure 'em "I won't. I couldn't meow that night, becuz
with dead cats?" Auntie was watching me, but I'll meow this
"Why, you take your cat and go and get in time. Say what's that?"
the graveyard 'long about midnight when "Nothing but a tick."
somebody that was wicked has been buried; "Where'd you get him?"
and when it's midnight a devil will come, or "Out in the woods."
maybe two or three, but you can't see 'em, you "What'll you take for him?"
can only hear something like the wind, or "I don't know. I don't want to sell him."
maybe hear 'em talk; and when they're taking "All right. It's a mighty small tick, any-
that feller away, you heave your cat after 'em way."
and say, "Devil follow corpse, cat follow dev- "Oh, anybody can run a tick down that
il, warts follow cat, I'm done with ye!" That'll don't belong to them. I'm satisfied with it. It's
fetch any wart." a good enough tick for me."
"Sounds right. D'you ever try it, Huck?" "Sho, there's ticks a-plenty. I could have a
"No, but old Mother Hopkins told me." thousand of 'em if I wanted to."
"Well, I reckon it's so, then. Becuz they say "Well, why don't you? Becuz you know
she's a witch." mighty well you can't. This is a pretty early
"Say! Why, Tom, I know she is. She tick, I reckon. It's the first one I've seen this
witched Pap. Pap says so his own self. He year."
come along one day, and he see she was "Say, Huck I'll give you my tooth for
a-witching him, so he took up a rock, and if him."
she hadn't dodged, he'd 'a' got her. Well, that "Less see it."
very night he rolled off 'n a shed wher' he was Tom and carefully
got out a bit of paper
a-layin' drunk, and broke his arm." unrolled Huckleberry
it. viewed it wistfully.
"Why, that's awful! How did he know she The temptation was very strong. At last he
was a-witching him?" said:
"Lord, Pap can tell easy. Pap says when "Is it genuwyne?"
they keep looking at you right stiddy, they're Tom lifted his lip and showed the va-
a-witching you. 'Specially if they mumble. cancy.
Becuz when they mumble they're saying the "Well, all right," said Huckleberry, "it's a
Lord's Prayer back'ards." trade."
"Say, Hucky, when you going to try the Tom enclosed the tick in the percussion-
cat?" cap box that had lately been the pinch-bug's
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 823
prison, and the boys separated, each feeling desk before him, and seemed to study his
wealthier than before. book.
When Tom reached the little isolated frame By and by attention ceased from him, and
schoolhouse, he strode in briskly, with the the accustomed school murmur rose upon the
manner of one who had come with all honest dull air once more. Presently the boy began to
speed. He hung his hat on a peg and flung steal furtive glances at the girl. She observed
"
himself into his seat with businesslike it, made a mouth" at him and gave him the
alacrity. The master, throned on high in his back of her head for the space of a minute.
great splint-bottom armchair, was dozing, When she cautiously faced around again, a
lulledby the drowsy hum of study. The inter- peach lay before her. She thrust it away. Tom
ruption roused him. gently put it back. She thrust it away again,
"Thomas Sawyer!" but with less animosity. Tom patiently re-
Tom knew that when his name was pro- turned it to its place. Then she let it remain.
nounced in full, it meant trouble. Tom scrawled on his slate, "Please take it I
"Sir!" got more." The girl glanced at the words, but
"Come up here. Now, sir, why are you late made no sign. Now the boy began to draw
again, as usual?" something on the slate, hiding his work with
Tom was about to take refuge in a lie, when his left hand. For a time the girl refused to
he saw two long tails of yellow hair hanging notice; but her human curiosity presently
down a back that he recognized by the elec- began tomanifest itself by hardly perceptible
tric sympathy of love; and by that form was signs. The boy worked on, apparently uncon-
the only vacant place on the girls' side of the scious. The girl made a sort of non-committal
schoolhouse. He instantly said: attempt to see it, but the boy did not betray
"I STOPPED TO TALK WITH HUCKLEBERRY that he was aware of it. At last she gave in
FINN!" and hesitatingly whispered:
The master's pulse stood still, and he "Let me see it."
stared helplessly. The buzz of study ceased. Tom partly uncovered a dismal caricature
The pupils wondered if this foolhardy boy had of a house with two gable ends to it and a
lost his mind. The master said: corkscrew of smoke issuing from the chim-
"You you did what?" ney. Then the girl's interest began to fasten
"Stopped to talk with Huckleberry Finn." itself upon the work and she forgot every-
There was no mistaking the words. thing else. When it was finished, she gazed a
"Thomas Sawyer, this is the most astound- moment, then whispered:
ing confession I have ever listened to. No "It's nice make a man."
mere ferule will answer for this offense. Take The artist erected a man in the front yard,
off your jacket." that resembled a derrick. He could have
The master's arm performed until it was stepped over the house; but the girl was not
tired and the stock of switches notably dimin- hypercritcial; she was satisfied with the mon-
Then the order followed:
ished. ster, and whispered:
"Now, sir, go and sit with the girls! Andlet "It's a beautiful man now make me com-
this be a warning to you." ing along."
The that rippled around the room
titter Tom drew an hour-glass with a full moon
appealed to abash the boy, but in reality that and straw limbs to it and armed the spread-
result vas caused rather more by his worship- ing fingers with a portentous fan. The girl
ful awe of his unknow idol and the dread said:
pleasu -e that lay in his high good fortune. "It's ever so nice I wish I could draw."
He sat down upon the end of the pine bench "It's easy," whispered Tom, "I'll learn
and the girl hitched herself away from him you."
with a toss of her head. Nudges and winks "Oh, will you? When?"
and w lispers traversed the room, but Tom "At noon. Do you go home to dinner?"
sat sti 1, with his arms upon the long, low "I'll stay if you will."
824 THE STORIED WORLD
"Good that's a whack. What's your the pewter medal which he had worn with
name?" ostentation for months.
"Becky Thatcher. What's yours? Oh, I
know. It's Thomas Sawyer."
Elizabeth C. Spykman
"That's the name they lick me by. I'm Tom
when I'm good. You call me Tom, will you?" A LEMON AND A STAR
"Yes."
Now Tom began to scrawl something on The freedom of the Cares children to roam in a
the slate, hiding the words from the girl. But country landscape that belonged to various
she was not backward this time. She begged neighboring relatives is one that Elizabeth Spyk-
to see. Tom said: man (pronounced "Speakman") knew in her own
"Oh, it ain't anything." childhood. One of six children, she must have
"Yes, it is."
experienced herself the same kind of adventures
"No, it ain't. You don't want to see!" as those about which she writes. Her characters
"Yes, I do, indeed I do. Please let me." have a lively substance to them, developing in an
"You'll tell." unforced way. While there is a sense of the past,
"No, I won't deed and deed and double a time not to be recovered, in her background of
deed I won't." dirt roads, ponies and horses to ride, an absence
"You won't tell anybody at all? Ever, as of phones, radios or television, the activities of
long as you live?" the children are those that generation after gene-
"No, I won't ever tell anybody. Now let ration of children find natural and irresistible.
me." [From Elizabeth C. Spykman, A Lemon and a Star
"Oh, you don't want to see!" (Harcourt, 1955).]
"Now that you treat me so, I will see." And
she put her small hand upon his and a little
A Lucky Day
scuffle ensued, Tom pretending to resist in
earnest, but letting his hand slip by degrees Going home from Grandfather's in the early
till these words were revealed: "/ love you." afternoon, Jane practiced his way of talking.
"Oh, you bad thing!" And she hit his hand a She would certainly tell them that a bat hunt
smart rap, but reddened and looked pleased, was better than a prize fight any old day and
nevertheless. if they did not believe her she would say: "Be
Just at this juncture the boy felt a slow, off. Be off, I say." If she only had a cigar to go
fateful grip closing on his ear, and a steady with it! Perhaps after all it was going to turn
lifting impulse. In that vise he was borne out to be her lucky day.
across the house and deposited in his own With this in mind, she could not, of course,
seat, under a peppering fire of giggles from go home, where there would be nothing but
the whole school. Then the master stood over Edie, and Nurse, and Gander, and Cook and
him during a few awful moments, and finally all the things she knew by heart, nor would
moved away to his throne without saying a she go to Aunt Charlotte's, although she was
word. But although Tom's ear tingled, his almost sure there was a mouse under the
heart was jubilant. steps that went up to the garden door. Silently
As the school quieted down, Tom made an as a marten she skirted Aunt Charlotte's lilac
honest effort to study, but the turmoil within bushes which grew along the road, made a
him was too great. In turn he took his place in circuit of the house, pausing to smell some
the reading class and made a botch of it; then pink flowered bushes she did not know the
in the geography class and turned lakes into name of, and went out through their hedge to
mountains, mountains into rivers, and rivers the tipcart road that ran back of the vegetable
into continents, till chaos was come again; garden and along the big corn field. Here she
then in the spelling class, and got "turned darted into the standing corn. As the tassels
down," by a succession of mere baby words, brushed her hair she thought it must be like
till he brought up at the foot and yielded up the jungle and, breathing hard so as to get as
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 825
much smell as possible, she tried to decide uprights, mounted the outside rim of cement
what she would do if a tiger should suddenly and stepped along it to the quiet basin water,
appear from either side. meaning to swing round the end of the fence
At the end of the jungle the view opened and go back on the inside. The way she
out once more. Off to her right was the glint of started she found was not a good arrange-
water. She would try that next. Strolling ment. She had too many arms and legs. Get-
along the Reservoir bank looking for muskrat ting round the end was simple. And then! She
holes she came finally to the dam and leaned saw how to do it! Now she flattened herself
on the wall of the stone bridge to watch and against the spikes and hung on with both
listen to the waterfall. To smell it too. If there hands, edging herself sideways. It was as
were a kind of soap that was made of earth safe and easy as anything. Reaching the cat-
and air and a few old leaves, it would smell walk she felt as light and free as an escaped
the way the water smelled. She could watch it balloon. How she had got the best of that!
forever. It had everything. It was dangerous, There was a railing on the cat-walk. Jane
it thundered, in a piece like a garden
it fell all glued her left hand to it as she inspected the
roller, and at the bottom it made every kind of crashing water. It was a terrible thing to
turn and twist and convulsion. Then it poured watch and think what it could do to you. It
under the bridge like a land slide. She consid- blasted down in a steady torrent just under
ered the cat-walk that went across the top her feet and she wondered how much of it
held up by thin rods of iron. It was for the came up again in those greenish whirlpools,
man who took care of the bridge. He must foam and humped explosions. She wished she
have fun walking across it with the breath of had something to throw in, but there was
the water coming up in his face. She remem- nothing but a marble in her pocket, and when
bered that they had all talked often about she tore off a bit of petticoat, it flew away in
crossing the dam and how they meant to do it the water's wind. Walking with delicate care
sometime. But none of them had, not even she started to cross. It was too easy anybody
Theodore. With a leap of her heart that was could do it. She took her hand off the rail. It
almost like lightning she saw herself walking was a good deal easier than walking the
it now, ahead of them all. Alone. Would she ridgepole of the barn, she could even look up
dare? and admire the scenery.
She left the bridge and skirting the bowl Probably the man who kept the dam in
walked up the sloping side bank to where the order knew that a board in the cat-walk was
water began to come down, looking the affair loose somewhere about the middle of the dam
over. It was certainly forbidden by the Reser- and did not walk on it. Jane did not know. As
voir people. They had not only put up a sign, soon as her foot came down on it, she knew
but they had made it hard to get to the cat- that she was gone. She made a grab for the
walk by cutting it off with a fence that had handrail, missed it, spun halfway round, and
spikes at the top. Seeing these she became so the board tilted her, as if getting rid of an
frightened she wished she had never had the obnoxious weight, into the wall of water. As
idea. It would be wonderfully brave, better far as Jane was concerned she realized as she
than anything that had ever been done. A fell that this was the end of everything and
prize fight was nothing compared to it. she was sorry. Death was black and she ex-
Nevertheless, she could not seem to begin. pected blackness. She did not know what to
She w( oild take a rest first and refresh herself believe then when she found herself in the
by chewing grass. It was a long time before water with light still around her. She must
she could bring herself to turn toward the still be alive! But she was going round and
dam again. Not over the top anyway, her round. Perhaps she ought to do something.
mind ; aid in spite of her. The sight of the If she was alive she oughtn't to stay there,
spikes was too much. But it was no use with the falls so near, but it seemed more
putting it off. do it. A little weak
She meant to frightening than any previous thing, that she
id slightly trembling, she grasped the iron had died once and then had to make a try to
826 THE STORIED WORLD
keep from dying again. She made a tremen- Hubert was the first to see her because he
dous effort with her arms and legs, felt for a was digging a hole in the dirt plot leading up
minute as if she had shoved herself right to the front steps. He was still in his best
under the tons of water, and then found clothes.
herself rushing and spinning toward the "Phew, Jane," he said. "My, phew.
stone bridge. She was going to crash just like Where've you been?"
a boat, and she couldn't stop. But the current "I fell in the Reservoir," said Jane casually.
wanted to go out through the arch and she "Accidently on purpose, I suppose," said
went with it only nicking a piece of skin off Hubert, going back to his hole. Something
her elbow on the pebbly stone. It took her made him look at her again. "You look it. You
through with foam and ripples, turning her look as if you'd been drowned and resus
this way and that and left her on the other sitated."
side in calm peaceful water quite near the "I have," said Jane. "Practicly." It was
shore. She made two easy strokes and saw the hard to believe what had happened and no
steep mud bottom of the bank. If it hadn't one could ever know the terrificness of it. She
been so cold then, she thought, she could went up the steps.
have taken a swim. They had always wanted Edie was the next. She screamed. And then
to use the Reservoir for swimming and only of course Ted came out of the roses sitting
had not done so because of the signs that said room, where he had been reading and eating
you would have to pay $500 or be put in jail. an apple to see what was the matter.
As Theodore said, "It would be jail for them "I walked over the dam today," she said.
all right." But now she was too cold. It was Theodore blew some apple skin into the
cold or something else, for she was chattering scrap-basket. "Phoo," he said, "so have I,
all over, not only her teeth, but her legs and hundreds of times."
arms as well, and the grass she took hold of to "Well, I fell into it," said Jane with desper-
pull herself out shook back and forth in her ation. "Did you ever do that?"
hand. "Twice" said Theodore, holding up two
Out of the water she sat down right away. fingers, "and once I got knocked out."
The grass was hot from the all day sun and Jane thought it a wonder that the devil
she hoped it would heat her. She could cer- didn't snatch him away right then for telling
tainly not go home, shaking to pieces like this. such lies. It made her feel so hollow she
What would they say! Jane looked at her wondered if she could walk upstairs. Later
elbow while she shuddered and shook. It had she was glad she had met Nurse at the top. At
begun to hurt. "Oh golly," she thought, "now first she had been scared. But when she ex-
I'm bleeding to death." Her clothes were get- plained she had fallen in the Reservoir by
ting smeared a watery pink. Holding the skin mistake Nurse had been amazingly nice. She
tense as she pulled it into sight she wiped it didn't argue at all. She helped Jane off with
gingerly with some grass and put a leaf over her wet clothes and on with dry ones and she
it. brought her up a cup of tea, real tea with a lot
The shaking grew less in a little while and of sugar in it. She hardly said a word even
then she knew she should run if she could, so when Jane admitted she was tired and maybe
making her wobbly legs follow the rest of her would lie down for a while. Nurse pulled the
she first walked, then trotted and then ran up comforter over her shoulders before she left
and down the bank. It was a good thing that the room and she told Edie and Theodore to go
she had come to shore behind some bushes so away and not bother. Nurse was so nice Jane
that she could prepare herself for going thanked her three times.
home. She wrung out the ends of her short She was all right again for supper. Warm
skirts and she wrung out her braids but she again and hungry again. It was a good thing.
still felt that anyone who saw her would be a Father, thinking a prize fight was enjoyment
good deal surprised. Never mind, her day had enough for one day, had on one of his "asking
been luckier than anyone's had ever been. bees" and they all needed their wits about
Perhaps it would go on. them. Theodore was not as bright as usual
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 827
because he was thinking of "body blows" and "Sauerkraut," said Theodore under his
"jabs to the kidneys," so Jane and Hubert had breath.
to be brighter, much brighter than they ever "It doesn't seem like the cess pool to me,"
wanted to be again in their lives. Hubert said Mr. Cares, taking his seat again. "And
answered "Who is Theodore Roosevelt?" and God help us if it's cooking." Father so seldom
"What was the most famous battle of the made a good joke like that, that everybody
Civil War?" He was now licking the drops of grinned.
perspiration off his upper lip. Jane was asked They talked about anything they could
"Who wrote The Star-spangled Banner?" think of while they ate as much as they could.
and knew Mr. Keyes. Did they know, Father Anything that would interest Father and
then asked them all, why they could see a rim make him forget the smell. Ted asked him if
of light around the moon when only half of it he knew that John L. Sullivan was an Irish-
was visible? Every head gave him its full man. Hubert said he thought Irishmen were
attention, and had to put its spoon in side- probably the best fighters. Edie asked, by
ways. accident, but it came in very handy for the
"No why?" asked Edie loudly. "I never boys, when she could have a white mouse.
saw such a thing in my life." She took her Ted said John L. Sullivan had nearly killed a
soup in little sips at the end of her spoon, very man. "I pulled a hundred dock weeds yester-
fast, and swung her legs so that her feet day," he added hurriedly, thinking Father's
thumped the table steadily. attention was wandering. "Will you come
Gander came in to change the and
plates and count them after, supper, Sir? They're
Father was distracted for a moment. out behind the woodshed. Gee, were they
"
"Because he said. "Irene," he said to Gan- tough!"
der, as she paused by his place, "there is a "Ted ran over my bicycle yesterday, Fa-
curious smell in the dining room. Have you ther," said Hubert, "by mistake, I mean, and
any idea of the cause of it?" Father sniffed bent the wheel. Can we take it to the black-
and brushed his mustache with his napkin. smith?"
Jane went cold with hope. Everyone sniffed "The manure pit needs cleaning," said
enthu sias tic ally . Jane slowly. "Pat says so."
"I can only smell Hubert," Edie said, "and Father sniffed at once, putting back his
it's not very nice." head.
Jane fastened her eyes steadfastly on her "It isn't the manure pit," he said, "It smells
"
plate and scraped the last bit up with concen- like like
trated care, while Mr. Cares, holding his nap- "Would you explain to us about the moon,
kin, got up and walked about the room. "Do Sir?" said Theodore politely.
you smell anything, kids?" he asked. "Hu- "Yes, would you," said Hubert rather thick-
bert, yDu're nearest this corner. It seems to ly because his mouth was full. "It thounds
be strongest over here." Gander stood stock- interesthting." He swallowed with a gulp and
still and if you looked at her face you couldn't had to drink some water.
tell a tiling. She sniffed too, turning her head "You want to know about the moon," said
this wi y and that like the good old goose she Father. "The moon, Hubert, is a remark-
was. able planet. Edith, can't you sit still for a
"I d( n't smell nothing, Sir." she said. minute."
Edie got down from her chair and began "But what you said, Sir," Theodore re-
going round the table taking long noisy minded him.
breath; When she got to Hubert she stopped
. There was silence while Father put his
and dr ;w him in mightily. "It could be Hu- head down to try to recollect.
bert," s he said judicially. Hubert stuck out his "There is something else out by the wood-
tongue at her. shed," said Edie plainly. But Father did not
"Coi Id it be the cess pool, Sir?" said Gan- hear. Ted looked at Jane. "Kick her," he
der. "C ould it now? Or could it be after com- mouthed across the table. "Give her a little
Jane shrugged her shoulders. What about There was no fox to be seen when they got
those two big lies! there because he was in his hole among the
"Father," whispered Edie loudly, "there's wood, but he could be smelled easily as soon
something else out by the woodshed." as the door was opened. They were told by
But Mr. Cares had found what he wanted Father to leave it open, and made to prop two
to say about the moon. "I'll play with you stones against each side. Jane did her share
later, Edith," he said. "Go back and sit of the work with pleasure. She knew she was
down." the first one over the dam. . . .
Edie started back to her chair, but changed That night when she went upstairs, she lay
her mind and began walking round the table on her bed in all her clothes until the house
again. "All right," she said conversationally, was quiet. Then she got up and shoving up
"but there's a wild animal out by the wood- the screen on her side window slid out on the
shed." She gave a little hop. "It's a wild little roof and climbed down the wisteria vine
animal that can bite. It bit Hubert. Maybe it'll that had grown up and fastened itself on the
bite me, or you, or you, or you," she said, gutter. Her sneakers at once became wet and
pointing to them all in turn. "Maybe it'll come cool from the soaking dew, but the moon was
in the window tonight and bite everybody, out, and she meant to cross Aunt Charlotte's
Cook and Gander and all the cats and vegetable garden and climb the north hill to
"Edith," said Mr. Cares, getting up to stop the fox's burrow. She wanted to see him get
her. home. The hill was like a bowl and part of it
"All right," said Edie in a loud voice, beat- swayed outward as the breeze bent the grass.
ing at his hands. "It'll eat you up and then you Jane flung herself down finally, panting, on
won't like it. Go away. Why don't you pay the edge of the line of trees that topped the
"
attention to me. hill. She was hidden by some woodsy plants,
"Have you children been trying to frighten but she could see the mouth of the den. She
your little sister?" asked Mr. Cares, turning to lay there waiting, trying to be immovable, for
them all. one minute, two minutes, three minutes,
They shook their heads mutely. sixty minutes, an hour, two hours. It was
Mr. Cares just raised his eyebrows ques- warm enough, but the stubbly grass stuck
tioningly. into every bare surface and burned like hot
"We've got a fox," said Theodore sulkily. needles. She counted, she dreamt, she
"Hubert caught him and we put him in the thought long and gloatingly about Theodore
woodshed. Edie is a goat." champing in his room while she and Hubert
"I'm not a goat," shrieked Edie, and began let out the fox, she cried because she hurt all
to cry. over and lapped up the tears as they went past
"Leave the table, Theodore," said Mr. her tongue, she imagined what the moon was
Cares, "and go to your room." like, she imagined the stars, she remembered
After that Edie told everything while she all she could remember in her life, and then
sat on Father's lap. She said that Hubert had she gave up hope. But by some wonder she
tried to kill Cook with a dead rat and that did not move, she hardly breathed.
Gander had brought her to life again. She told And after all the fox did come. It was all
Father that Gander and Cook had drunk up over before she could believe it. He was there
all his whiskey. She said that Jane had stolen for a second outlined against the moon as
the meat for dinner, and that the fox had tried clear as black could be, and then there was a
to bite her nose off through the woodshed streak as he slipped like a fish into the bur-
window. row. It was the luckiest thing of all.
Jane and Hubert sat aghast. It was all true Jane had a hard time moving. She thought
and all wrong and they did not know what to she was tacked to the ground. She had to
do about it. Meekly and silently they conduct- make each limb move separately. But after
ed Father out to see the fox. Edie sat on his some time she was whole again and could
arm, smearing her face with dirt and tears. stand up and move off as if she were a
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 829
had closed and locked her window. That was The very next morning Mafatu set about
Ted. All right she'd show him. It was not building his canoe. He had banked his fire the
the first time she had traveled the Red night before in the natural shelter of a cave
House roof. The beginning was bad. She had and he resolved never to let the sparks die out.
to walk in the gutter and it shook. She shook For it was altogether too difficult to make fire
too and leaned against the shingle edge, with the firestick, and it required too much
breathing hard, but after she had turned time. In Hikueru, for that reason, the fires
the corner there was a long easy slope direct were always kept burning, and it was the
to Ted's roof itself. Her sneakers did the job special charge of the younger members of a
perfectly, and her nails softly pried out family to see that fuel was ever at hand. Woe
Theodore's screen. As quiet as velvet she let unto the small boy who let the family fires go
herself onto the floor and started for the door. out!
She opened it and the moonlight striking While his breakfast roasted in the coals,
through fell full on Theodore's face and the boy cleared the brush away from the base
eyes, wide open. of the great tamanu. There was no wood
"Yah," said Jane into it from the open door, better for canoe-building than this. It was
and then like the fox streaked through it and tough, durable, yet buoyant in the water.
into her own burrow. Mafatu could fell his tree by fire, and burn it
out, too. Later he would grind an adze out of
basalt for the finished work. The adze would
Armstrong Sperry take a long time, but he had made them often
in Hikueru and he knew just how to go about
Call It
Courage it.The boy was beginning to realize that the
Call It based on a Polynesian legend
Courage is hours he had spent fashioning utensils were
that the heard as a boy from his
author to stand him now in good stead. Nets and
great-grandfather who followed the sea. It is the knives and sharkline, implements and shell
story of Mafatu, who, though he was the son of a fishhooks he knew how to make them all.
great chief, feared the sea from which the Polyne- How he had hated those tasks in Hikueru He !
sians all drew their living. Determined to conquer was quick and clever with his hands, and now
his terror, the boy set forth on that sea, alone in a he was grateful for the skill which was his.
canoe to face the thing he feared. Adrift, with The fire crackled and snapped about the
only his dog Uri, he was cast by a furious storm base of the tamanu tree. When at length it
on an uninhabited island where cannibals came had eaten well into the trunk, Mafatu
to make their sacrifices. Single-handed he man- climbed aloft and crept cautiously out upon a
aged to wrest food, shelter, clothing, and weap- large branch that overhung the beach. Then
ons from the island, and after he had proved his taking firm hold of the branches above his
victory over himself, he returned home trium- head, he began to jump up and down. As the
phant. Armstrong Sperry, during his life in the fire ate deeper into the trunk, the tree began
South Seas, stowed away a rich store of atmo- to lean under the boy's weight. With a snap
sphere, legend, and story, which form the back- and a crash it fell across the sand. As it fell,
ground for this book. His illustrations have the Mafatu leaped free of the branches, as nim-
same .'implicity and strength that distinguish the bly as a cat.
text. T le book was awarded the Newbery medal "That's enough for today, Uri," he decided.
in 194 . "Tomorrow we'll build our fires down the
In ne
chapter given below, Mafatu starts to trunk and start burning it out. When the
make canoe to replace the one destroyed by the
, eaters-of-men come, we will be ready!"
storm, and he wins his first victory over his fear of In the meantime there were many other
the se [From Armstrong Sperry, Call It Courage
i. things to do: a fish trap of bamboo, a net of
(Macrrillan, 1940).] sennit, a fishhook, too, if only he could find
830 THE STORIED WORLD
some bone. And while the canoe was build- added another strip, wet it, and beat it into
ing,how could Mafatu get out to the distant the firstone; then another and another. Soon
reef to set his trap, unless first he made a raft he had a yard of "cloth" to serve as a pareu. It
of bamboo? was soft and white, and now at last he was
The boy decided that the raft was of first clothed.
importance. He chose a score or more of fine "Before I go home I will make a dye of ava
bamboos as large around as his arm, felling and paint a fine design on my pareu, "the boy
them by fire; then he lashed them together promised himself. "I must not go back ill-
with strips of purau bark, making a sturdy clothed and empty-handed. Men must know
raft of two thicknesses. It would serve him that I have conquered the sea, and made the
well until his canoe should be finished. land serve me as well."
As he worked, his mind returned again and
again to the wild pig he was determined to The days passed in a multitude of tasks
kill. How could he go back to Hikueru without that kept Mafatu busy from dawn till dark.
a boar's-tooth necklace? Why, that necklace His lean-to grew into a three-sided house with
was almost as important as a canoe! For by bamboo walls and a thatch of palm leaves.
that token men would know his strength and The fourth wall was open to the breezes of the
courage. When the day came that he should lagoon. It was a trim little house and he was
leave this high island, he would sail to the proud of it. A roll of woven mats lay on the
north and east. Somewhere in that quarter floor; there was a shelf in the wall with three
lay the Cloud of Islands; the great Tuamotu bowls cut from coconut shells; bone fish-
Archipelago which extends across a thousand hooks dangled from a peg; there was a coil of
miles of ocean and ten degrees of latitude. tough sennit, many feet long; an extra pareu
Within those reef-spiked channels floated Hi- of tapa waterproofed with gum of the artu
kueru, his homeland. . There was no doubt
. .
tree, for wet weather. All day long the wind
in hismind that he would find it; for Maui, played through the openings in the bamboo
who had led him safe to this shore, would walls and at night lizards scurried through
some day guide him home again. But first, the thatch with soft rustlings.
Mafatu knew, he must prove himself worthy. One morning, wandering far down the
Men should never again call him Mafatu, the beach, Mafatu came upon a sheltered cove.
Boy Who Was Afraid. And Tavana Nui should His heart gave a leap of joy; for there, white-
say with pride: "Here is my son, come home gleaming in the sun, was all that remained of
from the sea." the skeleton of a whale. It might not have
Kivi, the albatross, came and went on his meant very much to you or to me; but to
mysterious errands, emerging out of blue Mafatu it meant knives and fishhooks galore,
space, vanishing into it again. At sundown, splintered bone for darts and spears, a shoul-
regularly, the white bird came wheeling and der blade for an axe. It was a veritable
circling, to alight clumsily on the beach al- treasure-trove. The boy leaped up and down
most at Mafatu's side, while Uri pranced in his excitement. "Uri!" he shouted. "We're
about and greeted his friend after his own rich! Come help me drag these bones
fasion. As for Uri, he was having the time of home!"
his life; for there were countless sea-birds His hands seemed all thumbs in his eager-
nesting along the shore to be chased and put ness; he tied many bones as he could
as
to rout; and wild goats and pigs in the moun- manage into two bundles. One bundle he
tains to make life exciting enough for any shouldered himself. The other Uri dragged
dog. behind him. And thus they returned to the
Mafatu had discovered a mulberry tree. He camp site, weary, but filled with elation. Even
stripped off the bark and removed the inner the dog seemed to have some understanding
white lining. Then he wet the fiber and laid it of what this discovery meant; or if not, he
upon a flat stone and set about beating it with was at least infected with his master's high
a stick of wood. The fiber spread and grew spirits. He leaped about like a sportive puppy,
thinner under the persistent beating. The boy yapping until he was hoarse.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 831
Now began the long process of grinding the see the hammerhead again. Paddling out to
knife and the axe. Hour after long hour, the distant reef, he glanced down from time
squatting before a slab of basalt, Mafatu to time at the long-bladed knife where it hung
worked and worked, until his hands were raw about his neck by a cord of sennit. It wasn't,
and blistered and the sweat ran down into his after all, such a formidable weapon. It was
eyes. The knife emerged first, since that was only a knife made by a boy from a whale's rib.
the most imperative. Its blade was ten inches Uri sat on the edge of the raft, sniffing at
long, its handle a knob of joint. It was sharp the wind. Mafatu always took his dog along,
enough to cut the fronds of coconut trees, to for Uri howled unmercifully if he were left
slice off the end of a green nut. Ai, but it was behind. And Mafatu had come to rely upon
a splendid knife! All Mafatu's skill went into the companionship of the little yellow dog.
it. It would be a fine weapon as well, the boy The boy talked with the animal as if he were
thought grimly, as he ground it down to a another person, consulting with him, argu-
sharp point. Some sea-robber had been break- ing, playingwhen there was time for play.
ing into his bamboo trap and he was going to They were very close, these two.
find out who the culprit was! Probably that This morning as they approached the spot
old hammerhead shark who was always where the fish trap was anchored, Mafatu
cruising around. . . .
Just as if he owned the saw the polished dorsal of the hated hammer-
lagoon ! head circling slowly in the water. It was like a
Fishing with a line took too long when you triangle of black basalt, making a little fur-
were working against time. Mafatu could not row in the water as it passed.
afford to have his trap robbed. Twice it had "Aid, Ma'o!" the boy shouted roughly, try-
been broken into, the stout bamboos crushed ing to bolster up his courage. "I have my knife
and the contents eaten. It was the work either today, see! Coward who robs traps catch
of a shark or of an octopus. That was certain. your own fish!"
No other fish was strong enough to snap the The hammerhead approached the raft in
tough bamboo. leisurely fashion; rolled over slightly, and
it
Mafatu's mouth was set in a grim line as its gaping jaws seemed to curve in a yawning
he worked away on his knife. That old grin. Uri ran to the edge of the raft, barking
hammerhead undoubtedly he was the furiously; the hair on the dog's neck stood up
thief! Mafatu had come to recognize him; for in a bristling ridge. The shark, unconcerned,
every day, when the boy went out with his moved away. Then with a whip of its power-
trap, that shark, larger than all the others, ful tail it rushed at the bamboo fish trap and
was circling around, wary and watchful. The seized it in its jaws. Mafatu was struck dumb.
other sharks seemed to treat the hammer- The hammerhead shook the trap as a terrier
head with deference. might shake a rat. The boy watched, fascinat-
Hur.ger alone drove Mafatu out to the reef ed, unable to make a move. He saw the
to set his trap. He knew that if he was to muscles work in the fish's neck as the great
maint;iin strength to accomplish all that lay tail thrashed the water to fury. The trap
ahead he must have fish to add to his diet of splintered into bits, while the fish within es-
fruit. But often as he set his trap far out by caped only to vanish into the shark's mouth.
the barrier-reef, the hammerhead would ap- Mafatu was filled with impotent rage. The
pro acl, roll over slightly in passing, and the hours he had spent making that trap But
cold g earn of its eye filled Mafatu with dread all he could do was shout threats at his ene-
and anger. my.
"W;it, you!" the boy threatened darkly, Uri was running from one side of the raft to
shakii g his fist at the ma'o. "Wait until I have the other, furious with excitement. A large
my kn fe! You will not be so brave then, Ma'o. wave sheeted across the reef. At that second
You w 11 run away when you see it flash." the dog's shift in weight tipped the raft at a
But the morning that the knife was fin- perilous angle. With a helpless yelp, Uri slid
ished, Mafatu did not feel so brave as he off into the water. Mafatu sprang to catch
would have liked. He hoped he would never him, but he was too late.
832 THE STORIED WORLD
Instantly the hammerhead whipped about. because she was a slave, she was particularly
The wave slewed the raft away. Uri, swim- vulnerable to suspicion. A sense of foreboding
ming frantically, tried to regain it. There was and mounting tension fill the narrative. Even-
desperation in the brown eyes the puzzled tually Tituba is brought to trial as a witch, but
eyes so faithful and true. Mafatu strained in the end she is saved by a former master.
forward. His dog. His companion. The . . .
[From Ann Retry, Tituba of Salem Village (Crow-
hammerhead was moving in slowly. A mighty ell, 1964).]
rage stormed through the boy. He gripped his
knife. Then he was over the side in a clean- Tituba simply could not keep track of the girls
curving dive. any more. If she went into the barn, she heard
Mafatu came up under his enemy. The snatches of whispered conversation from a
shark spun about. Its rough hide scraped the shadowy corner, "Let me ask her a question,"
flesh from the boy's shoulder. In that instant or "Look
at the water, Betsey. Keep looking
Mafatu stabbed. Deep, deep into the white at the water, Betsey." They were always
belly. There was a terrific impact. Water together Anne Putnam, Jr., Mercy Lewis,
lashed to foam. Stunned, gasping, the boy Mary Walcott, Abigail in the dooryard, be-
fought for life and air. hind the barn, in the keeping room.
It seemed that he would never reach the She scolded; she threatened them. They
surface. Aue, his lungs would burst! ... At pretended they did not know what she was
last his head broke water. Putting his face to talking about. They smiled at her; their faces
the surface, he saw the great shark turn over, and eyes were innocent, without guile.
fathoms deep. Blood flowed from the wound Abigail would shrug and say, "Sometimes
in its belly. Instantly gray shapes rushed she has fits, Tituba. You know that. We don't
"
in other sharks, tearing the wounded ham- do anything
merhead to pieces. Betsey cried easily. Any sudden movement,
Uri where was he? Mafatu saw his dog any loud sound affected her. Even the unex-
then. Uri was trying to pull himself up on the pected sight of her own shadow on the wall
raft. Mafatu seized him by the scruff and would make her jump and say, "What's
dragged him to safety. Then he caught his that?"
dog to him and hugged him close, talking to Another time, Tituba had been upstairs.
him foolishly. Uri yelped for joy and licked his When she came down, the keeping rooms
master's cheek. seemed full of girls. Anne Putnam, Jr., Mercy
It wasn't until Mafatu reached shore that Lewis, Abigail Williams, Betsey Parris, and
he realized what he had done. He had killed Elizabeth Hubbard were sitting at the trestle
the ma'o with his own hand, with naught but table. Mary Walcott was seated on a settle
a bone knife. He could never have done it for near the fire.
himself. Fear would have robbed his arm of Betsey's eyes were open, but she was star-
all strength. He had done it for Uri, his dog. ing straight ahead of her, her gaze fixed and
And he felt suddenly humble, with gratitude. unwinking. Mercy Lewis was bending over
her saying, "Did the Reverend George Bur-
roughs kill you?"
Ann Retry Betsey spoke in a low, guttural voice. Her
Tituba of Salem Village breathing was labored and slow. "Yes, he
killed his first two wives, and he killed me."
A haunting story set in Salem Village in 1692, She paused and added, "There's more to
when belief in witches, superstition, and hysteria tell"
culminated in the Salem witch Tituba, a
trials. Mercy said, "What did you say?"
black slave, is forced to leave the sunny land of Tituba took hold of Betsey's wrist and
the Barbados and go to a cold, dreary New pressed gently, firmly, "Betsey," she said
England Village with a greedy, self-seeking mas- "Betsey, it's time to wake up."
ter. Because Tituba was more intelligent and The child shuddered, blinked her eyes and
"
capable than most of the people around her, and moaned, "Oh, Titibee Titibee
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 833
Tituba scowled at the girls. They looked hold them, Mercy. They're pretty, aren't they?
ashamed and afraid, heads hung down. Only There are so many of them."
Abigs.il looked back at her. Betsey said, "I don't think we should have
"I've told you again and again not to do playing cards here in the ministry house.
"
this. You'll harm the child There was a There's so much talk against Father in the
"
bright, shiny sixpence in the bowl of water. Village if it were known
"We only did it for sport," Mercy Lewis "What kind of talk is there against him?"
Abigail kept picking the cards up and looking
*
said.
She looked more frightened than the oth- at them. Tituba knew that she only asked this
ers. After all,she was a bound girl. Tituba question to distract Betsey's attention.
thought, I will get her in trouble if I tell on "The people say we have no right to this
her. She knows this. Anne Putnam is a dea- house. They say unkind things about us."
con's daughter and Mary Walcott is the Sib- Betsey put her hand on Abigail's arm and
leys' niece they're big landowners, and they said, "I don't think we should have these
contribute heavily to the church, so no one cards here."
will do anything to Mary Walcott. But Mercy Abigail said, "They're just heavy paper and
Lewis? She was lively, rosy-cheeked. She they have pictures on them. Pictures of peo-
had bright yellow hair that was always tum- ple. Kings and queens. They're such pretty
bling down from under her cap. The people colors." She spread them out even farther. "I
would say she was dabbling in the black wish I had these for my own. Think of all the
arts, that she was trying to talk to the dead. games I could play with them. I could match
"
They'd put her in the stocks, have her the pictures and
whipped at the whipping post they might Tituba picked up some of the cards. It was
hang her. a very pretty deck, very skillfully painted. The
"
Tituba said, "I told you She frowned. edges were gilded. She thought, Why this is a
While her attention was centered on Betsey, fortune-telling deck a tarot deck. It's not for
one of them had taken the sixpence out of the games and gambling. She used to tell Mis-
bowl of water. They were all looking at her tress Endicott's fortune with cards like these.
with blank faces. It would be impossible to "Where'd a bound boy get cards like
say who had removed the coin their hands these?" she asked.
were folded in their laps. But she knew one of "A gentleman gave them to him," Mercy
them must have a wet hand. And as though said. She looked rather pleased to be the
they'd read her thoughts, they leaned over the center of attention. "A very great lord gave
table and began playing in the water, dab- them to him before he left London. 'Pirn,' he
bling their fingers in it. Now they all had wet said, 'these are my favorite cards. I'm giving
hands; they dried them on their long skirts, them to you as a farewell present.' "
smiling faintly. "And Pirn gave them to you?"
Me -cy Lewis reached inside the bodice of Mercy flushed. "Well no he loaned
her long gown. She had a package tucked them to me. He said well, he said, maybe I
inside. She put it down on the table and could find someone to teach me how to tell
unwrapped it. Tituba watched her, wonder- fortunes. Then I could tell his fortune."
ing what it was that was so precious that she There was silence in the room, a strange
carried it tucked inside her bodice. perturbed silence. They all looked at Tituba.
It .vas a pack of playing cards. Mercy Abigail said, "Is that what these cards are
sprea them out on the trestle table. "They're
1 for?" She looked at Tituba, her mouth slightly
playii g cards. I got them from Pirn, the red- open. "Tituba, you can tell fortunes. You told
headf d boy at Deacon Ingersoll's." me you could. Tell my fortune, please, Tituba.
An le Putnam frowned. "We can't have Here." She pushed the cards toward Tituba.
those here. It's sinful." Tituba hesitated. All of her instincts told
"N > more
sinful than your talk of ghosts her not to do this. But what harm can it do?
and M anting to talk to the dead," Abigail said. she thought. She sat down at the table, picked
"I've lever seen playing cards before. Let me up part of the deck, and shuffled the cards so
834 THE STORIED WORLD
expertly they must have known she had done She greeted them, but she kept staring at
this many times before. It was like being in them, and finally she said, "What are you
Barbados, sitting across the table from Mis- doing?"
tress Endicott. Except that this table was pine They all smiled at once false, forced
and light in color, and the table they'd used in smiles. Tituba thought anyone could tell their
Barbados was polished mahogany and it had smiles weren't genuine. They were making
gleamed in the candlelight. themselves smile, and they were half-
"Pick a card," she said to Abigail. "Now frightened.
pick another card. She began lining the cards Abigail, the quick-witted, quick-speeched
up on the table. one, said, "We were telling stories."
Someone knocked at the outside door. With "Oh." Mary Warren pulled off her mittens,
a deft movement Tituba swept the cards to- hung her cloak on a hook by the door. "I
gether, handed them to Mercy Lewis. She did could I listen?"
not wait to see where Mercy put the cards. "You're too late. We just finished and
She walked slowly to the door, opened it only they're getting ready to go home." Abigail
a crack. looked hard at Mercy Lewis. Mercy stood up,
Mary Warren, the bound girl at the Proc- and so did the others. As Mercy walked to-
tors', stood at the door. She had a big haunch ward the door, a card dropped on the floor,
of meat in her arms, and Tituba thought, and then another, and then another. She was
More fodder for the minister. Mary Warren leaving a little trail of fortune-telling cards
had dark, slightly protruding eyes, and she behind her as she walked.
kept trying to see into the room. Tituba watched in dismay. They all did.
"My master, John Proctor, sent meat for Mary Warren pointed. "What are those?
the minister. Please to see that it's put in the What has she got there?" And then squealing.
rate book." She said this quickly as though "Look what's coming out of her!"
she had memorized it, even imitating the "A friend " Mercy stammered. "I had to
intonation of her master's voice. But she keep them for a friend. The boy at the -
couldn't copy the texture of his voice. Tituba Abigail interrupted. "A bound boy found
remembered his voice as being pleasant to them, and his master saw them, and he had to
the ear. This girl's voice was coarse and pretend he didn't have them, that he'd burned
unpleasant. them up. Mercy's keeping them for him."
I'll have Tituba thought. She's
to let her in, "What are they?"
come all thethe Proctors' farm. She
way from "Pictures," Abigail said. "Pictures of kings
looks frozen, nose red and pinched, cheeks and of queens and court jesters and farmers
roughened and reddened from the cold, teeth and soldiers." She started picking up the
chattering. Another of these bound girls. But cards. "And a man that was hanged just
this one was older than the others. She was pictures. Very pretty pictures. Like little
closer to twenty. John Proctor was said to be paintings."
a hard taskmaster despite his pleasant- Mary Warren helped pick up the cards. She
sounding voice. He had a reputation for placed them on the table. "Can I keep one?
thrashing the girls who worked there. He This pretty one of a king? I'd put it some-
wanted them to spin and weave and fetch where safe and take it out and look at it
and carry, without respite. Surely before the sometimes. I'd never tell I got it in the minis-
girl turned around and went back, surely ter's house."
she should be allowed to warm herself by Abigail gathered all the cards together
the fire. "No," she said. "She's keeping them for a
"Come inside," Tituba said. bound boy. She can't give any away."
The girl looked surprised when she saw Abigail put them in a neat pile and then
Mercy Lewis and Anne Putnam, Jr., and patted the top card. Without thinking, Tituba
Elizabeth Hubbard and Mary Walcott sit- sorted them out, counted them, handed them
ting at the table with Abigail and Betsey. to Mercy.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 835
master's house. But this is not good. These "She can't see the meaning. She and
girls keep adding to the things that go on here Betsey can sometimes tell what's going to
that can't be talked about. This will cause happen. They see it. They see the meaning of
trouble for all of us. things."
Abigail said, "She learned from her old Mary Warren looked at Tituba in open-
mistress in Barbados. Come, Tituba, sit here mouthed amazement. Tituba picked up the
at the table and tell Mary Warren what's in cards, stacked them in a neat pile, handed it
the cards for her. Give me the cards, Mercy." towards Mercy Lewis.
Mercy said, "I've got to go." Abigail plucked the cards out of Tituba's
"If you don't give me those cards, I'll tell on hand. "I'll keep them in a safe place," she
She made no mention of hangings. She Newbery medal in 1944. As the story opens,
said, "You will lose something of value on the Johnny is apprenticed to a silversmith, and he
way home." believes with cocky assurance that he will some
"Ah," Mary Warren said. "What will I lose? day be famous for his beautiful craftmanship. But
What is it?" an accident cripples his hand and embitters his
Tituba didn't answer. mind. He is obliged to give up the trade he loves,
Abigail said, "You've broken the spell, you but he finds work as a courier for the patriotic
stupid thing. She told you not to talk. She newspaper The Boston Observer, and he be-
can't see any more now." comes a messenger for the Sons of Liberty. He
"She can't see what?" grows to manhood at sixteen and learns the
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 837
meaning of the liberty for which men fight. The will take care of the posting, but Mr. Lome
following chapter tells of the part played by must see to the printing. Could you run across
Johnny and his friend Rab in the famous Boston and ask him to step over? And Rab where's
Tea Party. [From Esther Forbes, Johnny Tremain he?"
(Houghton Mifflin, 1943).] Rab was coming down the ladder.
"What's up?" said Rab sleepily.
"The of the tea ships, the Dartmouth,
first
Salt-Water Tea
is entering the harbor. She'll be at Castle
Then he said quietly: "Up to the last know. We'd best get on with our plans."
moment up to the eleventh hour, we will The members once more took their seats,
beg the Governor's permission for the ships' but the pewter cups of punch were passing
return to London with their cargo. We have from hand to hand. Only Will Molineaux was
twenty days." too restless to sit. He was muttering to him-
Johnny knew that by law any cargo that self. Ben Church sat alone. He often did. No
was not unloaded within twenty days might one really liked him.
be seized by the custom-house and sold at All agreed the boys were to be told.
auction. "First," Adams said to the boys, "raise your
"Mr. Lome, needless say the Observers
to right hands. Swear by the great name of God
will meet tonight. There are private deci- Himself never, for as long as you live, to
sions to be made before the mass meeting divulge to anyone the secret matters now
tomorrow at nine." trusted to you. Do you so swear?"
Johnny pricked up his ears. Ever since he The boys swore.
had come to Mr. Lome's (and Rab said he Hancock was not looking at them. He sat
might be trusted with anything possibly with his aching head in his hands.
with men's lives) he had now and then sum- "There's no chance not one those ships
moned the members of the Observers' Club. will be allowed to return. The mass meetings
They were so close to treason they kept no list which will be held almost daily demanding
of members. Rab made Johnny memorize the the return of the tea are to arouse public
twenty-two names. They met in Rab and opinion and to persuade the world we did not
Johnny's attic. turn to violence until every other course had
been blocked to us. When the twenty days are
up, on the night of the sixteenth of December,
The atticwhere the boys commonly slept those ships are going to be boarded. That tea
looked strange enough with those chairs will be dumped in Boston Harbor. For each
pulled out and arranged for the meeting. John ship, the Dartmouth, the Eleanor, and the
Hancock sat in the moderator's chair. His brig, the Beaver, we will need thirty stout,
face looked white and drawn. Probably his honest, fearless men and boys. Will you be
head still ached. Beside him was Sam Adams one, Rab?"
leaning toward him, whispering and whisper- He did not say Rab and Johnny, as the
ing. Johhny thought how the Tories were younger boy noticed. Was this because he
saying that Sam Adams seduced John Han- thought Johnny too cripple-handed for chop-
cock, even as the Devil had seduced Eve by ping open sea chests or merely because he
a constant whispering in his ear. knew Rab better and he was older?
"Of course, sir."
"How many other boys could you find for
Sam Adams was standing at the far end of the night's work? Strong and trustworthy
the room and Mr. Hancock still sat, his head boys for if one ounce of tea is stolen, the
in his hands. Adams clapped slightly and whole thing becomes a robbery not a pro-
instantly conversation stopped. test?"
"Gentlemen," he said, "tonight we have Rab thought.
made our decision and know the method by "Eight or ten tonight, but give me a little
which the detested tea can be destroyed, if time so I can feel about a bit and I can furnish
the ships are not allowed to return. Here we fifteen or twenty."
have with us two of exactly ah the sort of "Boys who can keep their mouths shut?"
boys or young men we intend to use for our "Yes."
great purpose. Two boys in whom we have Paul Revere said, "I can furnish twenty or
implicit trust. If it is the wish of the assem- more from about North Square."
bled club members, I suggest we approach "Not one is to be told in advance just what
them with our proposition tonight enlist . . . the work will be, nor who the others are, nor
their aid. Twenty days will be up before we the names of the men who instigated this tea
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 839
party that is, the gentlemen gathered here nor's permission for the ships to sail within a
tonight. Simply, as they love their coutnry half-hour. Now, Johnny, you are to listen to
and liberty and hate tyranny, they are to what Sam Adams says next. Look you. If Mr.
gather in this shop on the night of December Adams then says, 'Now may God help my
sixteenth, carrying with them such disguises country,' come back here. Then we will take
as they can think of, and each armed with an off our disguises and each go home and say
axe or hatchet." nothing. But he says, 'This meeting can do
if
inhabitants come once more, and for the last enough to the church, but outside the crowd.
time, to Old South to demand the peaceful Maybe we'll hear you the first time you blow."
return of the ships to England. About Old South, standing in the streets,
By nightfall, when the boys Rab had select- inside the church, waiting for Rotch to return
ed began silently to congregate in the office of with the very last appeal that could be made
the Observer, behind locked doors, the rain to the Governor, was the greatest crowd Bos-
stopped. Many of them Johnny knew. When ton had ever seen thousands upon thou-
they started to assume their disguises, sands. There was not a chance, not one,
smootch their faces with soot, paint them Johnny could ever squirm or wriggle his way
with red paint, pull on nightcaps, old frocks, inside, but he pushed and shoved until he
torn jackets, blankets with holes cut for their stood close to one of the doors. Farther than
arms, they began giggling and laughing at this he could not go unless he walked on
each other. Rab could silence them with one people's heads. It was dark already.
look, however. No one passing outside the Josiah Quincy's voice rang out from with-
shop must guess that toward twenty boys in. "I see the clouds roll and the lightning
were at that moment dressing themselves as play, and to that God who rides the whirlwind
"Indians." and directs the storm, I commit my
Johnny had taken some pains with his country . . ."
costume. He had sewed for hours on the red The words thrilled Johnny, but this was not
blanket Mrs. Lome had let him cut up and he what he was waiting for, and it was not Sam
had a fine mop of feathers standing upright in Adams speaking. He was bothered with only
the old knitted cap he would wear on his one thing. Quincy had a beautiful carrying
head, but when he started to put on his dis- voice. It was one thing to hear him and
guise, Rab said no, wait a minute. another Sam Adams, who did not speak well
Then he divided the boys into three groups. at all.
Beside each ship at the wharf they would find The crowd made way "Rotch
for a chaise.
a band of men. "You," he said to one group of is back! Make way Rotch
for Rotch!" Mr.
boys, 'will join the boarding party for the passed close to Johnny. He was so young he
Dartmouth. You for the Eleanor. You for the looked almost ready to cry. This was proof
Beave : " Each boy was to speak softly to enough that the Governor had still refused.
the lecder and say, "Me Know You," for that Such a turmoil followed Rotch's entry, John-
was tl e countersign. They would know the ny could not hear any one particular voice.
three eaders because each of them would What chance had he of hearing Sam Adam's
wear ;white handkerchief about the neck words? He had his whistle in his hand, but he
and a i ed string about the right wrist. Then he was so jammed into the crowd about the door
turned to Johnny. that he did not believe he would be able to get
"You can run faster than any of us. Some- his hands to his mouth.
how g( t to Old South Church. Mr. Rotch will "Silence." That was Quincy again. "Si-
be bac k from begging once more the Gover- lence, silence, Mr. Adams will speak."
840 THE STORIED WORLD
Johnny twisted and turned and brought the flinging themselves down back alleys (faster
whistle to his lips. and faster). Once they had glimpse of a black-
And suddenly there was silence. Johnny smith shop and other "Indians" clamoring for
guessed there were many in that crowd who, soot for their faces. Now slipping over a
like himself, were hanging on those words. back-yard fence, now at last on the water-
Seemingly Mr. Adams was calmly accepting front, Sea Street, Flounder Alley. They were
defeat, dismissing the meeting, for now he running so fast it seemed more like a dream
was saying, of flying than reality.
"This meeting can do nothing more to save The day had started with rain and then
the country." there had been clouds, but as they reached
Johnny gave his first shrill blast on his Griffin's Wharf the moon, full and white,
whistle, and he heard whistles and cries broke free of the clouds. The three ships, the
seemingly in all directions, Indian war silent hundreds gathering upon the wharf, all
whoops, and "Boston Harbor a teapot to- were dipped in the pure white light. The
night!" "Hurrah for Griffin's Wharf!" "Salt- crowds were becoming thousands, and there
water tea!" "Hi, Mohawks, get your axes and was not one there but guessed what was to be
pay no taxes!" done, and all approved.
Johnny was only afraid all would be over Rab was grunting out of the side of his
before Rab and his henchmen could get to the mouth to a thick-set, active-looking man,
wharf. Still shrilling on the whistle, he fought whom Johnny would have known anywhere
and floundered against the tide of the crowd. by his walk and the confident lift of his head,
It was sweeping toward Griffin's Wharf, he was Mr. Revere. "Me Know You."
struggling to get back to Salt Lane. Now he "Me Know You," Johnny repeated this
was afraid the others would have gone on countersign and took his place behind Mr.
without him. After all, Rab might have decid- Revere. The other boys, held up by the
ed that Johnny's legs and ears were better crowd, began arriving, and more men and
than his hands and deliberately let him do boys. But Johnny guessed that many who
the work that best suited him. Johnny pushed were now quietly joining one of those three
open the door. groups were acting on the spur of the mo-
Rab was alone. He had Johhny's blanket ment, seeing what was up. They had blacked
coat, his ridiculous befeathered knitted cap in their faces, seized axes, and come along.
his hand. They were behaving as quietly and were as
"Quick!" he said, and smootched his face obedient to their leaders as those who had
with soot, drew a red line across his mouth been so carefully picked for this work of de-
running from ear to ear. Johnny saw Rab's struction.
eyes through the mask of soot. They were There was a boatswain's whistle, and in
glowing with that dark excitement he had silence one group boarded the Dartmouth.
seen but twice before. His lips were parted. The Eleanor and the Beaverhad to be warped
His teeth looked sharp and white as an ani- in to the wharf. Johnny was close to Mr.
mal's. In spite of his calm demeanor, calm Revere's heels. He heard him calling for the
voice, he was charged and surcharged with a captain, promising him, in the jargon every-
will to action, a readiness to take and enjoy one talked that night, that not one thing
any desperate chance. Rab had come terrify- should be damaged on the ship except only
ingly alive. the tea, but the captain and all his crew
They flung themselves out of the shop. had best stay in the cabin until the work was
"Roundabout!" cried Rab. He meant they over.
would get to the wharf by back alleys. Captain Hall shrugged and did as he was
"Come, follow me. Now we're really going told, leaving his cabin boy to hand over
to run." the keys to the hold. The boy was grinning
He flew up Salt Lane in the opposite direc- with pleasure. The "tea party" was not
tion from the waterfront. Now they were unexpected.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 841
began to appear one hundred and fifty of It was the British Admiral Montague.
them. As some men worked in the hold, oth- "Come on down here," someone yelled,
ers broke open the chests and flung the tea "and we'll settle that score tonight."
into the harbor. But one thing made them The Admiral pulled in his head and slapped
unexpected difficulty. The tea inside the down the window.
chests was wrapped in heavy canvas. The Johnny and Rab knew, and men like the
axes went through the wood easily enough Observers knew, but best of all Sam Adams
the canvas made endless trouble. Johnny had knew, that the fiddler would have to be paid.
never worked so hard in his life. England, unable to find the individuals who
had destroyed this valuable property, would
punish the whole Town of Boston make
The work on the Dartmouth and the Elea- every man, woman, and child, Tories and
nor finished about the same time. The Beaver Whigs alike, suffer until this tea was paid for.
took longer, for she had not had time to Nor was she likely to back down on her claim
unload the rest of her cargo, and great care that she might tax the colonists any way she
was taken not to injure it. Just as Johnny was pleased.
about to go over to see if he could help on the Next day, all over Boston, boys and men,
Beaver, Mr. Revere whispered to him. "Go get some of them with a little paint still showing
brooms. Clean um' deck." behind their ears, were so lame they could
Johnny and a parcel of boys brushed the scarce move their fingers, but none of
deck until it was clean as a parlor floor. Then them not one told what it was that had
Mr. Revere called the captain to come up and lamed them so. They would stand about and
inspect. The tea was utterly gone, but Cap- wonder who "those Mohawks" might have
tain Hall agreed that beyond that there had been or what the British Parliament might do
not been the slightest damage. next, but never say what they themselves had
It was close upon dawn when the work on been doing, for each was sworn to secrecy.
all three ships was done. And yet the great, Only Paul Revere showed no signs of the
silent audience on the wharf, men, women, hard physical strain he had been under all the
and children, had not gone home. As the three night before. Not long after dawn he had
groups came off the ships, they formed in started on horseback for New York and Phila-
fours along the wharf, their axes on their delphia with an account of the Tea Party. He
shoulc ers. Then a hurrah went up and a fife could chop open tea chests all night, and ride
began to play. This was almost the first sound all day.
Johnny had heard since the tea party
started except only the crash of axes into
Eric Philbrook Kelly
sea chests, the squeak of hoists, and a few
grunted orders. The Trumpeter of Krakow
Standing quietly in the crowd, he saw Sam
Adam >, pretending to be a most innocent The Trumpeter of Krakow is a story of fifteenth-
bystar der. It looked to Johnny as if the dog century Poland, a colorful and turbulent period
fox had eaten a couple of fat pullets, and had with its fierce hatreds, its persecution, and its
a thin in his mouth. cruelty. It is a tense, vibrant story of political
As hey started marching back
i to the cen- intrigue that caught fifteen-year-old Joseph Char-
ter of town, they passed the Coffin House at netski in its toils. The following chapter tells how,
the head of Griffin's Wharf. A window in spite of disaster, Joseph and his father smuggle
opene< I. the ill-starred Tarnov Crystal into the city of
"Wt 11, boys," said a voice, so cold one Krakow, by hiding it in a great yellow pumpkin.
842 THE STORIED WORLD
of the wagon "that high tower you see is a not by any means handsome, though he could
watch tower on the Wawel Hill of Krakow. not be called ugly. His hair and his eyes were
Should we go as flies the stork we should dark and his face was somewhat round and
reach there by the eighth hour. See, in the very pleasant. He wore rather rich, though
distance are the two towers of the Church of travel-soiled, nether garments, not leather
Our Lady. It is a welcome sight to my eyes like those of the retainers, nor of coarse sack-
after these three weeks on a rocking cart." ing like the peasants' clothes, but of a good
The woman threw back a gray hood from quality of homespun, and a thick, buttoned
her face and looked ahead with longing eyes. coat of the same material, which fell shirtlike
"It is Krakow, then," she said, "the city of my nearly to the knees. On his feet were brown
mother. Often has she told me of its glory, leather boots, whose tops were soft and loose,
and yet I never had hoped to see it. God knows and so high that they reached almost to the
I wish I might see it differently and with less bottom of the coat. On his head he wore a
pain in heart. But God
my gives, and man round hat like a turban.
receives, and we are here at last." The instant the rider perceived the boy,
"Yes," said the man. "Chlopak, chlopak (boy, boy)," he exclaimed
For a long time they traveled along in in a rather croaky voice, "tell your old man to
silence. The man was musing on
his early hold his horses. You come and hold mine."
experiences in Krakow, the woman on her The boy obeyed, but as he leaped from the
lost home in the Ukraine, and the boy letting wagon and grasped at the horse's bit thong,
his imagination run riot in speculation as to he came to the conclusion that the stranger
the sights that he should see in the great city. was no friend. In those days when the world
Their thoughts were brought suddenly was just emerging from a period of darkness
from theirown affairs to a commotion among and cruelty, it was a necessity that each man
the carts behind them. Drivers were reining should be constantly upon his guard against
in their horses and swinging them to the left other men. Robbers abounded jealous
of the road, narrow as it was, in order to let friends often descended to mean tricks; men
someone pass. The man whose thoughts had of noble birth and breeding thought nothing
been interrupted turned around, trying to dis- of defrauding poor peasants, and among the
cern who it might be who was pushing for- poor peasants themselves were those who
ward through the long line of carts, and in a would commit crimes for the sake of gold.
moment he saw that it was a rider on a small Therefore when Joseph grasped at the
horse. horse's bit rein he had already come to the
"Way, way," the rider was shouting. "Do conclusion, perhaps from something in
you peasants think the whole road belongs to the stranger's looks or speech or manner, that
you? .
Stay on your farm, where you be-
. . he was one to be treated with caution. He was
long," he shouted angrily at a peasant driver attired in a retainer's suit of thick cloth. The
whose horse reared suddenly from the edge of jacket was short but concealed a coat of very
the road to the middle. "Give me room to pass. light chain armor beneath. He wore for
You have no business on the highroad with an breeches not knickerbockers but a single
anima that jumps about like that." leather garment that combined doublet and
"I h id gone in the ditch else," replied the hose in one. The cap was round, with a hang-
peasar t without surliness. ing jewel, probably glass, dangling behind
The rider glanced sharply at the contents of against his neck.
the man's wagon and being assured that it It was the face, however, that betrayed the
contaii led nothing but fresh straw to be sold soul beneath. It was a dark, oval, wicked
to the brick makers, dashed ahead until he face the eyes were greenish and narrow
was e\ en with the cart which held the man and the eyebrow line above them ran straight
and woman and boy. across the bridge of the nose, giving the effect
The last named had been watching his of a monkey rather than a man. One cheek
advance curiously. Now this boy, Joseph was marked with a buttonlike scar, the scar
Charm tski, was in his fifteenth year. He was of the button plague that is common in the
844 THE STORIED WORLD
lands east of the Volga, or even the Dnieper, they were said to have friends. This being
and marks the bearer as Tartar or a Cossack true, and since I was traveling in the same
or a Mongol. The ears were lowset and ugly. direction, I sought a description of Pan An-
The mouth looked like the slit that boys make drew and his family, and this morning when I
in the pumpkins they carry on the eve of saw a true Ukranian cart, drawn by two
All-hallows. Above the mouth was a cropped horses and not by one, and bearing a man and
mustache which hung down at the ends and woman and boy such as had been described to
straggled into a scanty beard. The man car- me, I took the assurance to present myself
ried at his waist a short curved sword and and make my greetings to you."
from the inside of his jacket could be seen Pan Charnetski scrutinized the face, the
protruding the jeweled handle of an Oriental clothing, and the figure of the stranger close-
dagger. ly. "The half is not yet told," he said.
No sooner had the boy caught at his rein "Nay," answered the other, "but the rest is
than the man was off his horse and with a perhaps a tale for you and me behind some
leap had gained the wagon. Joseph's father heavy door when we reach the city of Krakow
"
reached quickly under the wagon seat for a just ahead. I have heard He spoke
short cross-hilted sword. significantly, then with his hands he de-
"Not one step nearer," he shouted as the scribed a circle in the air.
man came toward him with hand out- Charnetski watched him with his eyelids
stretched as if to take his hand. "Who you drawn half shut so that he could focus his
may be I know not, but I stand as a Christian attention upon the man and see naught of the
till I find out what your errand is." world outside. His heart was not so cold and
The stranger stopped, smiled at the ready steady, however, as one might think from
sword still in its scabbard, though with a looking at his calm, composed features. In
sudden respect in his smile, then pulled off truth at the stranger's gesture his heart was
his hat and made a bow. "I take it that you are beating a tattoo against his ribs. He knew
Andrew Charnetski," he said. that almost every word the man had uttered
"You take too much," answered the driver. was false; he knew that his name was not
"To strangers I am Pan* Andrew Charnet- Ostrovski even though there had been mem-
ski." bers of that family in Chelm not one fea-
The stranger bowed again. "I spoke as to ture of the man's countenance was Polish.
an equal," he said. "I am Stefan Ostrovski of And there was that in the tone of the last
Chelm. But now I am come from Kiev where I words that suggested a threat. Charnetski
have been on state business. It is known that realized also that here was no chance meet-
one Muscovite has some important business ing. It was fourteen days and more since they
with our Lithuanian provinces and I, though I had left the border. This man, he reasoned,
"
may not say by whom, was sent to learn had followed them all that distance, or had
He broke off suddenly as if wishing to give the perhaps been sent by some person of higher
impression that his business was such that he rank to intercept them before they gained
might not speak of it in public fashion. "But entrance to the city.
on my way some men told me that a band of "You have heard naught that concerns
Tartars had come north from the Krim pillag- me," he answered shortly. "And now since
ing much of the country about. Among the the carts are leaving me behind, will you
houses which they had burned and the fields kindly return to your horse? I have nothing to
which they had destroyed were the house and say that will be of importance to you, nor do
fields of one Andrew Charnetski nay, I ask you interest me in any way."
pardon of Pan Andrew Charnetski, who Charnetski spoke truly, for the carts ahead
was reported to have escaped with his wife were already some distance away and the
and son in the direction of Krakow, where drivers behind were shouting at him angrily
for blocking the traffic.
"On the contrary," answered the stranger,
*Pan is a formal Polish term signifying Sir or Mr. "you have that which interests me greatly.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 845
And I will not leave you until we are safe bottom of the cart and hurled it into the
behind some door in the city. Here, boy," he road.
shouted at Joseph, "lead my horse along be- Some time later they reached the Kazi-
hind the wagon, for I intend to ride the rest of mierz, the Jewish city founded by King Kaz-
the way." imir more than one hundred years earlier.
Pan Charnetski's cheeks blazed. "Now, by Passing through this, they came to the bridge
the lightning, you make yourself too free across the Vistula which would admit them to
here," he articulated. "State what business the city of Krakow itself. Finding, however,
you have quickly and be done." that this bridge was undergoing repairs, they
The man glanced around the cart and he were forced to take the next bridge to the
saw on the wooden floor just in front of the north; hence they proceeded to the fortified
driver's seata huge yellow pumpkin, "Ha," he gate called Mikolayska, where they were
said, "a pumpkin, and at this time of the year. challenged by the gatekeeper.
I suppose they raise pumpkins in the winter
flash of an eye he had vaulted across the seat, about to sail. Scott O'Dell has said that this scene,
dodged a blow of the saber, and caught the in which there is a reversal of emotion, is one that
stranger's right wrist in a grip of steel. The parallels an event in his own life. A book that is
sword dropped with a clang. Charnetski did much loved by readers, Island of the Blue Dol-
not let the man go, however. He threw his phins was awarded the Newbery medal in 1961.
left hand into the small of the stranger's leg [From Scott O'Dell, Island of the Blue Dolphins
and with clutch upon arm and leg hoisted (Houghton Mifflin, 1960).]
him high and tossed him out of the cart. He
fell in the mud, sputtering with rage and There had been wild dogs on the Island of the
calling curses of every description upon Char- Blue Dolphins as long as I remember, but
netski's head. And at this minute Joseph, after the Aleuts had slain most of the men of
with admirable foresight, swung the man's our tribe and their dogs had left to join the
horse about and struck him smartly upon the others, the pack became much bolder. It
right ilank. The horse reared and capered, spent the nights running through the village
then dashed off down the road in the direc- and during the day was never far off. It was
tion from which the wagons had come; at the then that we made plans to get rid of them,
same nstant the boy leaped upon the cart but the ship came and everyone left Ghal-
and si outed to his father who climbed back asat.
to the seat and swung the long lash over I am sure that the pack grew bolder be-
the ho -ses' heads. They were off in a second, cause of their leader, the big one with the
leavin ; the stranger in the middle of the thick fur around his neck and the yellow eyes.
highw ly, turning now to the right and now to I had never seen this dog before the Aleuts
than any of ours, which besides have short At this time three more dogs trotted out of
hair and brown eyes. I was sure that he was the cave. I used the last of my arrows and
an Aleut dog. killed two of them.
Already I had killed four of the pack, but Carrying both of the spears, I climbed
there were many left, more than in the begin- down from the ledge and went through the
ning, for some had been born in the mean- brush to the placewhere the leader had fall-
time. The young dogs were even wilder than en. He was not there. While I had been shoot-
the old ones. ing at the other dogs, he had gone. He could
I first went to the hill near the cave when not have gone far because of his wound, but
the pack was away and collected armloads of though I looked everywhere, around the ledge
brush which I placed near the mouth of their where I had been standing and in front of the
lair. Then I waited until the pack was in the cave, I did not find him.
cave. It went there early in the morning to I waited for a long time and then went
sleep after it had spent the night prowling. I inside the cave. It was deep, but I could see
took with me the big bow and five arrows and clearly.
two of the spears. I went quietly, circling Far back in a corner was the half-eaten
around the mouth of the cave and came up to carcass of a fox. Beside it was a black dog
it from the side. There I left all of my weapons with four gray pups. One of the pups came
except one spear. slowly toward me. a round ball of fur that I
I set fire to the brush and pushed it into the could have held in my hand. I wanted to hold
cave. If the wild dogs heard me, there was no it, but the mother leaped to her feet and bared
sound from them. Nearby was a ledge of rock her teeth. I raised my spear as I backed out of
which I climbed, taking my weapons with the cave, yet I did not use it. The wounded
me. leader was not there.
The fire burned high. Some of the smoke Night was coming and I left the cave,
trailed out over the hill, but much of it stayed going along the foot of the hill that led to the
in the cave. Soon the pack would have to cliff I had not gone far on this trail that the
.
leave. I did not hope to kill more than five of wild dogs used when I saw the broken shaft of
them because I had only that many arrows, an arrow. It had been gnawed off near the tip
but if the leader was one of the five I would be and I knew it was from the arrow which had
satisfied. It might be wiser if I waited and wounded the leader.
saved all my arrows for him, and this I decid- Farther on I saw his tracks in the dust.
ed to do. They were uneven as if he were traveling
None of the dogs appeared before the fire slowly. I followed them toward the cliff, but
died. Then three ran out and away. Seven finally lost them in the darkness.
more followed and a long time afterwards a The next day and the next it rained and I
likenumber. There were many more still left did not go to look for him. I spent those days
in the cave. making more arrows, and on the third day,
The leader came next. Unlike the others, with these arrows and my spear, I went out
he did not run away. He jumped over the along the trail the wild dogs had made to and
ashes and stood at the mouth of the cave, from my house.
sniffing the air. I was so close to him that I There were no tracks after the rain, but I
could see his nose quivering, but he did not followed the trail to the pile of rocks where I
see me until I raised my bow. Fortunately I had seen them before. On the far side of the
did not frighten him. rocks I found the big gray dog. He had the
He stood facing me, his front legs spread as broken arrow in his chest and he was lying
if he were ready to spring, his yellow eyes with one of his legs under him.
narrowed to slits. The arrow struck him in the He was about ten paces from me so I could
chest. He turned away from me, took one step see him clearly. I was sure that he was dead,
and fell. I sent another arrow toward him but I lifted the spear and took good aim at
which went wide. him. Just as I was about to throw the spear,
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he raised his head a little from the earth and to the sea. I had no thought that he would live
then let it drop. and I did not care.
This surprised me greatly and I stood there All day I was among the rocks gathering
for a while notknowing what to do, whether shellfishand only once did I think of the
to use the spear or my bow. I was used to wounded dog, my enemy, lying there in the
animals playing dead until they suddenly house, and then to wonder why I had not
turned on you or ran away. killed him.
The spear was the better of the two weap- He was still alive when I got back, though
ons at this distance, but I could not use it as he had not moved from the place where I had
well as the other, so I climbed onto the rocks left him. Again I cleaned the wound with a
where I could see him if he ran. I placed my coral twig. I then lifted his head and put
feet carefully. I had a second arrow ready water in his mouth, which he swallowed.
should I need it. I fitted an arrow and pulled This was the first time that he had looked at
back the string, aiming at his head. me since the time I had found him on the
Why I did not send the arrow I cannot say. I trail. His eyes were sunken and they looked
stood on the rock with the bow and pulled out at me from far back in his head.
back and my hand would not let it go. The big Before I went to sleep I gave him more
dog lay there and did not move and this may water. In the morning I left food for him
be the reason. If he had gotten up I would when I went down to the sea, and when I
have killed him. I stood there for a long time came home he had eaten it. He was lying in
looking down at him and then I climbed off the corner, watching me. While I made a fire
the rocks. and cooked my supper, he watched me. His
He did not move when I went up to him, yellow eyes followed me wherever I moved.
nor could I see him breathing until I was very That night I slept on the rock, for I was
close. The head of the arrow was in his chest afraid of him and at dawn as I went out I left
and the broken shaft was covered with blood. the hole under the fence open so he could go.
The thick fur around his neck was matted But he was there when I got back, lying in the
from the rain. sun with his head on his paws. I had speared
I do not think that he knew I was picking two fish, which I cooked for my supper. Since
him up, for his body was limp, as if he were he was very thin, I gave him one of them, and
dead. He was very heavy and the only way I after he had eaten it he came over and lay
could lift him was by kneeling and putting his down by the fire, watching me with his yellow
legs around my shoulders. eyes that were very narrow and slanted up at
In this manner, stopping to rest when I was the corners.
tired, I carried him to the headland. Four nights I slept on the rock, and every
I could not get through the opening under morning I left the hole under the fence open
the fence, so I cut the bindings and lifted out so he could leave. Each day I speared a fish
two of the whale ribs and thus took him into for him and when I got home he was always
the house. He did not look at me or raise his at the fence waiting for it. He would not take
head when I laid him on the floor, but his the fish from me so I had to put it on the
mouth was open and he was breathing. ground. Once I held out my hand to him,
The arrow had a small point, which was but at this he backed away and showed his
fortunate, and came out easily though it had teeth.
gone leep. He did not move while I did this, On the fourth day when I came back from
nor aJ terwards as I cleaned the wound with a the rocks early he was not there at the fence
peeled stick from a coral bush. This bush has waiting. A strange feeling came over me.
poisonous berries, yet its wood often heals Always before when I returned, I had hoped
woun Is that nothing else will. that he would be gone. But now as I crawled
I h id not gathered food for many days and under the fence I did not feel the same.
the b; skets were empty, so I left water for the I called out, "Dog, Dog," for I had no other
dog a id, after mending the fence, went down name for him.
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I ran toward the house, calling it. He was He remembered how the next morning,
inside. He was just getting to his feet, stretch- looking out of a window high up under the
ing himself and yawning. He looked first at eaves, he saw a great troop of horsemen come
the fish I carried and then at me and moved riding into the courtyard beneath, where a
his tail. powdering of snow had whitened everything,
That night I stayed in the house. Before I and of how the leader, a knight clad in black
fellasleep I thought of a name for him, for I armor, dismounted and entered the great hall
could not call him Dog. The name I thought of doorway below, followed by several of the
was Rontu, which means in our language Fox band.
Eyes. He remembered how some of the castle
women were standing in a frightened group
upon the landing of the stairs, talking togeth-
Howard Pyle er in low voices about a matter he did not
Diccoi and one of the women, bewildered written for a schoolboy who wanted "something
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craggy to break his mind upon." In telling how he inquired the squire, very angry, as I could see.
first started to write the story, Stevenson says: "I "I can't speak as to that, sir, not
having
made the map of an island; it was elaborately and seen her tried," said the captain. "She seems
(I thought) beautifully colored; the shape of it a clever craft; more I can't say."
took my fancy beyond expression; it contained "Possibly, sir, you may not like your em-
harbors that pleased me like sonnets; and with ployer, either?" says the squire.
the unconsciousness of the predestined, ticket- I But here Doctor Livesey cut in.
ed my performance 'Treasure Island.' ... As I
"Stay a bit," said he, "stay a bit. No use of
paused upon my map the future characters
. . . such questions as that but to produce ill-
of the book began to appear there visibly among feeling. The captain has said too much or he
imaginary woods; and there brown faces and has said too little, and I'm bound to say that I
bright weapons peeped out upon me from unex- require an explanation of his words. You
pected quarters as they passed to and fro, fight- don't, you say, like this cruise. Now, why?"
ing and hunting treasure, on these few square "I was engaged, sir, on what we called
inches of a flat projection. The next thing knew
I I sealed orders, to sail this ship for that gentle-
had some papers before me and was writing out a man where he should bid me," said the cap-
list of characters." tain. "So far so good. But now I find that every
man before the mast knows more than I do. I
The Hispaniola lay some way out, and we don't call that fair, now, do you?"
went under the figureheads and round the "No," said Doctor Livesey, "I don't."
sterns ofmany other ships, and their cables "Next," said the captain, "I learn we are
sometimes grated underneath our keel, and going after treasure hear it from my own
sometimes swung above us. At last, however, hands, mind you. Now, treasure is ticklish
we got alongside, and were met and saluted work; I don't like treasure voyages on any
as we stepped aboard by the mate, Mr. Arrow, account; and I don't like them, above all,
a brown old sailor, with earrings in his ears when they are secret, and when (begging
and a squint. He and the squire were very your pardon, Mr. Trelawney) the secret has
thick and friendly, but I soon observed that been told to the parrot."
things were not the same between Mr. Tre- "Silver's parrot?" asked the squire.
lawney and the captain. "It's a way of speaking," said the captain.
This last was a sharp-looking man, who "Blabbed, I mean. It's my belief neither of
seemed angry with everything on board, and you gentlemen know what you are about; but
was soon to tell us why, for we had hardly got I'll tell you my way of it life or death, and a
down into the cabin when a sailor followed close run."
us. "That is all clear, and, I dare say, true
"Captain Smollett, sir, axing to speak with enough," replied Doctor Livesey. "We take
you," said he. the risk; but we are not so ignorant as you
"I am always at the captain's orders. Show believe us. Next, you say you don't like the
him in," said the squire. crew. Are they not good seamen?"
The captain, who was close behind the "I don't like them, sir," returned Captain
messenger, entered at once, and shut the door Smollett. "And I think I should have had
behind him. the choosing of my own hands, if you go to
"Well, Captain Smollett, what have you to that."
say? All well, I hope; all shipshape and sea- "Perhaps you should," replied the doctor.
worthy?" "My friend should, perhaps, have taken you
"Well, sir," said the captain, "better speak along with him; but the slight, if there be one,
plain, I believe, even at the risk of offense. I was unintentional. And you don't like Mr.
don't like this cruise; I don't like the men; and Arrow?"
I don't like my officer. That's short and "I don't sir. I believe he's a good seaman;
sweet." but he's too free with the crew to be a good
"Perhaps, sir, you don't like the ship?" officer. A mate should keep himself to him-
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self shouldn't drink with the men before keep the matter dark, and to make a garrison
the mast!" of the stern part of the ship, manned with my
"Do you mean he drinks?" cried the squire. friend's own people, and provided with all the
"No, sir," replied the captain; "only that arms, and powder on board. In other words,
he's too familiar." you fear a mutiny."
"Well, now, and the short and long of it, "Sir," said Captain Smollet, "with no in-
captain?" asked the doctor. "Tell us what you tention to take offense, I deny your right to
want." put words into my mouth. No captain, sir,
"Well, gentlemen, are you determined to go would be justified in going to sea at all if he
on this cruise?" had ground enough to say that. As for Mr.
"Like iron," answered the squire. Arrow, I believe him thoroughly honest; some
"Very good," said the captain. "Then, as of the men are the same; all may be for what I
you've heard me very patiently, saying things know. But I am responsible for the ship's
that I could not prove, hear me a few words safety and the life of every man Jack aboard
more. They are putting the powder and the of her. I see things going, as I think, not quite
arms in the forehold. Now, you have a good right. And I ask you to take certain precau-
place under the cabin; why not put them tions, or let me resign my berth. And that's
there? first point. Then you are bringing all."
four of your own people with you, and they "Captain Smollett," began the doctor, with
tell me some of them are to berthed forward. a smile, "did you ever hear the fable of the
Why not give them the berths beside the mountain and the mouse? You'll excuse me, I
c abin ? second point .
' '
dare say, but you remind me of that fable.
"Any more?" asked Mr. Trelawney. When you came in here, I'll stake my wig you
"One more," said the captain. "There's meant more than this."
been too much blabbing already." "Doctor," said the captain, "you are smart.
"Far too much," agreed the doctor. When I came in here I meant to get dis-
"I'll tell you what I've heard myself," con- charged. I had no thought that Mr. Trelawney
tinued Captain Smollett; "that you have a would hear a word."
map of an island; that there's crosses on the "No more I would," cried the squire. "Had
map to show where "
treasure is; and that the Livesey not been here, I should have seen
island lies And then he named the you to the deuce. As it is, I have heard you.
latitude and longitude exactly. I will do as you desire; but I think the worse
"Why, by the powers," cried Long John, "if And at the third "ho!" drove the bars before
we do, we'll miss the morning tide!" them with a will.
"My orders!" said the captain shortly. "You Even at that exciting moment it carried me
may go below, my man. Hands will want back to the old Admiral Benbow in a second;
supper." and I seemed to hear the voice of the captain
"Aye, aye, sir," answered the cook; and, piping in the chorus.
touching his forelock, he disappeared at once But soon the anchor was short up; soon it
in the direction of his galley. was hanging dripping at the bows; soon the
"That's a good man, captain," said the sails began to draw, and the land and ship-
doctor. ping to flit by on either side; and before I
"Very likely," replied Captain Smollett. could lie down to snatch an hour of slumber
"Easy with that, men easy," he ran on, to the Hispaniola had begun her voyage to the
the fellows who were shifting the powder; Isle of Treasure.
and then suddenly observing me examining I am not going to relate that voyage in
the swivel we carried amidships, a long brass detail. It was fairly prosperous. The ship
nine "Here, you ship's boy," he cried, "out proved to be a good ship, the crew were
o' that Off with you to the cook and get some
!
capable seamen, and the captain thoroughly
work." understood his business. But before we came
And then, as I was hurrying off, I heard the length of Treasure Island, two or three
him say, quite loudly, to the doctor: things had happened which require to be
"I'll have no favorites on my ship." known.
assure you I was quite of the squire's way
I Mr. Arrow, first of all, turned out even
of thinking, and hated the captain deeply. worse that the captain had feared. He had no
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command among the men, and people did strange was it to see him in the heaviest of
what they pleased with him. But that was by weather cross the deck. He had a line or two
no means the worst of it; for after a day or two rigged up to help him across the widest
at sea he began to appear on deck with hazy spaces Long John's earrings, they were
eye, red cheeks, stuttering tongue, and other called; and he would hand himself from
marks of drunkenness. Time after time he one place to another, now using the crutch,
was ordered below in disgrace. Sometimes he now trailing it alongside by the lanyard, as
fell and cut himself; sometimes he lay all day quickly as another man could walk. Yet
long in his little bunk at one side of the some of the men who had sailed with him
companion; sometimes for a day or two he before expressed their pity to see him so
would be almost sober and attend to his work reduced.
at least passably. "He's no common man, Barbecue," said
In the meantime, we could never make out the coxswain to me. "He had good schooling
where he got the drink. That was the ship's in his young days, and can speak like a book
mystery. Watch him as we pleased, we could when so minded; and brave a lion's nothing
do nothing it; and when we asked him
to solve alongside of Long John! I seen him grapple
to his face, he would only laugh, if he were four, and knock their heads together him
drunk, and if he were sober deny solemnly unarmed."
that he ever tasted anything but water. All the crew respected and even obeyed
He was not only useless as an officer, and a him. He had a way of talking to each, and
bad influence amongst the men, but it was doing everybody some particular service. To
plain that at this rate he must soon kill him- me he was unweariedly kind; and always
self outright; so nobody was much surprised, glad to see me in the galley, which he kept as
nor very sorry, when one dark night, with a clean as a new pin; the dishes hanging up
head sea, he disappeared entirely and was burnished and his parrot in a cage in one
seen no more. corner.
"Overboard!" said the captain. "Well, gen- "Come away, Hawkins," he would say;
tlemen, that saves the trouble of putting him "come and have a yarn with John. Nobody
in irons." more welcome than yourself, my son. Sit you
But there we were, without a mate; and down and hear the news. Here's Cap'n
itwas necessary, of course, to advance one Flint I calls my parrot Cap'n Flint,
after the
of the men. The boatswain, Job Anderson, famous buccaneer here's Cap'n Flint per-
was the likeliest man aboard, and, though dicting success to our v'yage. Wasn't you,
he kept his old title, he served in a way as cap'n?"
mate. Mr. Trelawney had followed the sea, And the parrot would say, with great rapid-
and his knowledge made him very useful, ity, "Pieces of eight! pieces of eight! pieces of
for he often took a watch himself in easy eight! till you wondered that it was not out of
weather. And the coxswain, Israel Hands, breath, or till John threw his handkerchief
was a careful, wily, old, experienced seaman, over the cage.
who cculd be trusted at a pinch with almost "Now, that bird," he would say, "is, maybe,
anything. two hundred years old, Hawkins they lives
He -vas a great confidant of Long John forever mostly; and if anybody's seen more
Silver, and so the mention of his name leads wickedness, it must be the devil himself.
and to look at her you would think she was a "Never knew good come of it yet," the
babby. But you smelt powder didn't you, captain said to Doctor Livesey. "Spoil foc's'le
cap'n?" hands, make devils. That's my belief."
"Stand by to go about," the parrot would But good did come of the apple barrel, as
scream. you shall hear: for if it had not been for that,
"Ah, she's a handsome craft, she is," the we should have had no note of warning, and
cook would say, and give her sugar from his might all have perished by the hand of
pocket, and then the bird would peck at the treachery.
bars and swear straight on, passing belief for This was how it came about.
wickedness. "There," John would add, "you We had run up the trades to get the wind of
can't touch pitch and not be mucked, lad. we were after I am not allowed to
the island
Here's this poor old innocent bird o' mine be more plain and now we were running
swearing blue fire, and none the wiser, you down for it with a bright lookout day and
may lay to that. She would swear the same, in night. It was about the last day of our out-
a manner of speaking, before chaplain." And ward voyage, by the largest computation;
John would touch his forelock with a solemn sometime that night, or, at latest, before noon
way he had, that made made me think he was of the morrow, we should sight the Treasure
the best of men. Island. We were heading S.S.W., and had a
In the meantime, squire and Captain Smol- steady breeze abeam and a quiet sea. The
lett were still on pretty distant terms with one Hispaniola rolled steadily, dipping her bow-
another. The squire made no bones about the sprit now and then with a whiff of spray. All
matter; he despised the captain. The captain, was drawing alow and aloft; everyone was in
on his part, never spoke but when he was the bravest spirits, because we were now so
spoken to, and then sharp and short and dry, near an end of the first part of our adventure.
and not a word wasted. He owned, when Now, just after sundown, when all my
driven into a corner, that he seemed to have work was over, and I was on my way to my
been wrong about the crew, that some of berth, it occurred to me that I should like an
them was as brisk as he wanted to see, and apple. I ran on deck. The watch was all
all had behaved fairly well. As for the ship, forward looking out for the island. The man
he had taken a downright fancy to her. at the helm was watching the luff of the sail,
"She'll lie a point nearer the wind than a and whistling away gently to himself; and
man has a right expect of his own mar-
to that was the only sound excepting the swish
ried wife, sir.
But," he would add, "all I say of the sea against the bows and around the
is we're not home again, and I don't like the sides of the ship.
cruise." In I got bodily into the apple barrel, and
The squire, at this, would turn away and found there was scarce an apple left; but,
march up and down the deck, chin in air. sitting down there in the dark, what with the
"A trifle more of that man," he would say sound of the waters and the rocking move-
"and I should explode." ment of the ship, I had either fallen asleep, or
We had some heavy weather, which only was on the point of doing so, when a heavy
proved the qualities of the Hispaniola. Every man sat down with rather a clash close by.
man on board seemed well content, and they The barrel shook as he leaned his shoulders
must have been hard to please if they had against it, and I was just about to jump up
been otherwise; for it is my belief there was when the man began to speak. It was Silver's
never a ship's company so spoiled since Noah voice, and, before I had heard a dozen words,
put to sea. Double grog was going on the least I would not have shown myself for all the
excuse; there was duff on odd days, as, for world, but lay there, trembling and listening,
instance, if the squire heard it was any man's in the extreme of fear and curiosity; for from
birthday; and always a barrel of apples stand- these dozen words I understood that the lives
ing broached in the waist, for anyone to help of all the honest men aboard depended upon
himself that had a fancy. me alone.
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What I Heard in the Apple Barrel You may imagine how I felt when I heard
his headlights. It was a master surgeon, him Meantime, he ran on, little supposing he was
that ampytated me out of college and all overheard.
Latin by the bucket, and what not; but he was "Here it about gentleman of fortune.
is
hanged like a dog, and sun-dried like the rest, They and they risk swinging, but
lives rough,
at Corso Castle. That was Roberts's men, that they eat and drink like fighting-cocks, and
was, and corned of changing names to their when a cruise is done, why, it's hundreds of
ships Royal Fortune and so on. Now, what pounds instead of hundreds of farthings in
a ship was christened, so let her stay, I says. their pockets. Now, the most goes for rum
So it was with the Cassandra, as brought us and a good fling, and to sea again in their
all safe home from Malabar, after England shirts. But that's not the course I lay. I puts it
took the Viceroy of the Indies; so it was with all away, some here, some there, and none too
the old Walrus, Flint's old ship, as I've seen much anywheres, by reason of suspicion. I'm
a-muck with the red blood and fit to sink with fifty, mark you; once back from this cruise, I
gold." set up gentleman in earnest. Time enough,
"Ah!" cried another voice, that of the too, says you. Ah, but I've lived easy in the
youngest hand on board, and evidently full of meantime; never denied myself o' nothing
admiration, "he was the flower of the flock, heart desires, and slep' soft and ate dainty all
was Flint!" my days, but when at sea. And how did I
"Davis was a man, too, by all accounts," begin? Before the mast, like you!"
said Silver. "I never sailed along of him; first "Well," said the other, "but all the other
with England, then with Flint, that's my sto- money's gone now, ain't it? You daren't show
ry; and now here on my account, in a manner face in Bristol after this."
of speaking. I laid by nine hundred safe, from "Why, where might you suppose it was?"
England, and two thousand after Flint. That asked Silver, derisively.
ain't bad for a man before the mast all safe "At Bristol, in banks and places," an-
in bank. 'Tain't earning now, it's saving does swered his companion.
it, you may lay to that. Where's all England's "It were," said the cook; "it were when we
men now? I dunno. Where's Flint's? Why, weighed anchor. But my old missus has it all
most on 'em aboard here, and glad to get the by now. And the 'Spy-glass' is sold, lease and
duff been begging before that, some on 'em. goodwill and rigging; and the old girl's off to
Old Few, as had lost his sight, and might meet me. I would tell you where, for I trust
have thought shame, spends twelve hundred you; but it 'ud make jealousy among the
pound in a year, like a lord in Parliament. mates."
Whers is he now? Well, he's dead now and "And can you trust your missus?" asked
under hatches; but for two year before that, the other.
shiver my timbers! the man was starving. He "Gentlemen of fortune," returned the cook,
begge d, and he stole, and he cut throats, and "usually trusts little among themselves, and
starved at that by the powers!" right they are, you may lay to it. But I have a
"Well, it ain't much use, after all," said the way with me, I have. When a mate brings a
youn r
, seaman. slip on his cable one as knows me, I
" much use mean it won't be in the same world with old
'Tain't for fools, you may lay to
it tiat, not nothing," cried Silver. "But John. There was some that was feared of
now, you look here; you're young, you are, but Pew, and some that was feared of Flint; but
you'r as smart as paint. I see that when I set
:
Flint his own self was feared of me. Feared
my eyes on you, and I'll talk to you like a he was, and proud. They was the roughest
man. '
crew afloat, was Flint's; the devil himself
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would have been feared to go to sea with Smollett, sails the blessed ship for us. Here's
them. Well, now, I tell you, I'm not a boasting this squire and doctor with a map and
man, and you seen yourself how easy I keep such I don't know where it is, do I? No more
company; but when I was quarter-master, do you, says you. Well, then, I mean this
lambs wasn't the word for Flint's old bucca- squire and doctor shall find the stuff, and help
neers. Ah, you may be sure of yourself in old us to get it aboard, by the powers. Then we'll
John's ship." see. If I was sure of you all, sons of double
"Well, I tell you now," replied the lad, "I Dutchmen, I'd have Cap'n Smollett navigate
didn't half a quarter like the job till I had this us halfway back again before I struck."
talk with you, John; but there's my hand on it "Why, we're all seamen aboard here, I
now." should think," said the lad Dick.
"And a brave lad you were, and smart, "We're all foc's'le hands, you mean,"
too," answered shaking hands so
Silver, snapped Silver. "We can steer a course, but
heartily that all the barrel shook, "and a finer who's to set one? That's what all you gentle-
figurehead for a gentleman of fortune I never men split on, first and had my way,
last. If I
clapped my eyes on." I'd have Cap'n Smollett work us back into the
By this time I had begun to understand the trades at least; then we'd have no blessed
meaning of their terms. By a "gentleman of miscalculations and a spoonful of water a
fortune" they plainly meant neither more nor day. But I know the sort you are. I'll finish
less than a common pirate, and the little with 'em at the island, as soon's the blunt's on
scene that I had overheard was the last act in board, and a pity it is. But you're never happy
the corruption of one of the honest hands till you're drunk. Split my sides, I've a sick
perhaps of the last one left aboard. But on this heart to sail with the likes of you!"
point I was soon to be relieved, for Silver "Easy all, Long John," cried Israel. "Who's
giving a little whistle, a third man strolled up a-crossin' of you?"
and sat down by the party. "Why, how many tall ships, think ye, now,
"Dick's square," said Silver. have I seen laid aboard? and how many brisk
"Oh, I know'd Dick was square," returned lads drying in the sun at Execution Dock?"
the voice of the coxswain, Israel Hands. cried Silver "and all for this same hurry
"He's no fool, is Dick." And he turned his quid and hurry and hurry. You hear me? I seen a
and spat. "But, look here," he went on, "here's thing or two at sea, I have. If you would on'y
what I want to know, Barbecue: how long are lay your course, and a p'int to windward, you
we a-going to stand off and on like a blessed would ride in carriages, you would. But not
bumboat? had a'most enough o' Cap'n
I've you! I know you. You'll have your mouthful of
Smollett; hazed me long enough, by
he's rum tomorrow, and go hang."
thunder! I want to go into that cabin, I do. I "Everybody know'd you was kind of a chap-
want their pickles and wines, and that." ling, John; but there's others as could hand
"Israel," said Silver, "your head ain't much and steer as well as you," said Israel. "They
account, nor ever was. But you're able to liked a bit o' fun, they did. They wasn't so high
hear, I reckon; leastways, your ears is big and dry, nohow, but took their fling, like jolly
enough. Now, here's what I say: you'll berth companions every one."
forward, and you'll live hard, and you'll speak "So?" says Silver. "Well, and where are
soft, and you'll keep sober, till I give the word; they now? Pew was that sort, and he died a
and you may lay to that, my son." beggarman. Flint was, and he died of rum at
"Well, I don't say no, do I?" growled the Savannah. Ah, they was a sweet crew, they
coxswain. "What I say is, when? That's what was! on'y, where are they?"
I say." "But," asked Dick, "when we do lay 'em
"When! by the powers!" cried Silver. "Well, athwart, what are we to do with 'em, any-
now, if you want to know, I'll tell you when. how?"
The last moment I can manage; and that's "There's the man for me!" cried the cook,
when. Here's a first-rate seaman, Cap'n admiringly. "That's what I call business.
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 857
Well, what would you think? Put 'em ashore then someone seemingly stopped him, and
like maroons? That would have been Eng- the voice of Hands exclaimed: "Oh, stow
land's way. Or cut 'em down like that much that! Don't you get sucking of that bilge,
pork? That would have been Flint's or Billy John. Let's have a go of the rum."
Bones's." "Dick," said Silver, "I trust you. I've a
"Billy was the man for that," said Israel. gauge on the keg, mind. There's the key; you
'"Dead men don't bite,' says he. Well, he's filla pannikin and bring it up."
dead now hisself he knows the long and short
; Terrified asI was, I could not help thinking
on it now; and if ever a rough hand come to to myself that this must have been how Mr.
port, it was Billy." Arrow got the strong waters that destroyed
"Right you are," said Silver, "rough and him.
ready. But mark you here: I'm an easy Dick was gone but a little while, and during
man I'm quite the gentleman, says you; but his absence Israel spoke straight on in the
this time it's serious. Booty is dooty, mates. I cook's ear. It was but a word or two that I
give my vote death. When I'm in Parly- could catch, and yet gathered some important
ment, and riding in my coach, I don't want news; for, besides other scraps that tended to
none of these sea-lawyers in the cabin the same purpose, this whole clause was
a-coming home, unlocked for, like the devil at audible: "Not another man of them'll jine."
prayers. Wait is what I say; but when the time Hence there were still faithful men on board.
comes, why, let her rip!" When Dick returned, one after another of
"John," cried the coxswain, "you're a the trio took the pannikin and drank one
man!" "To luck"; another with a "Here's to old
"You'll say so, Israel, when you see," said Flint"; and Silver himself saying, in a kind of
Silver. "Only one thing I claim I claim Tre- song, "Here's to ourselves, and hold your luff,
lawney. I'll wring his calf's head off his body plenty of prizes and plenty of duff."
with these hands. Dick!" he added, breaking Just then a sort of brightness fell upon me
off, "you just jump up, like a sweet lad, and in the barrel, and, looking up, I found the
get me an apple, to wet my pipe like." moon had risen, and was silvering the
You may fancy the terror I was in! I should mizzen-top and shining white on the luff of
have leaped out and run for it if I had found the fore-sail; and almost at the same time the
the strength; but my limbs and heart alike voice of the lookout shouted "Land-ho!"
misgave me. I heard Dick begin to rise, and
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A horse, won in a raffle, wins the grand na- 1651-1667 is a central core of this story, which
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black slave, Esteban, flourishes as the two jour- Drum (World, 1967); The Rebel (Crowell, 1972);
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Hans Peter Renner. Rev. ed. Pantheon, 1962. A girl's perceptions of herself and her feelings
(Grades 5-8) for others around her become clarified when the
A fictional account of an event that did take neighbors join in a search for her mentally re-
place: the discovery of early cave paintings in tarded brother. Awarded the Newbery medal,
France by four boys. 1971. See also The Midnight Fox (1968); The
House of Wings (1972); The Eighteenth Emer-
Bawden, Nina. Three on the Run. Lippincott,
1965. (Grades 4-7) gency (1973); and The TV Kid (1976).
The discovery that a boy living near him is the A Room Made
Cameron, Eleanor. of Windows;
center of a complicated political abduction plot illus.by Trina Schart Hyman. Little, Brown,
causes Ben, his new friend, and a young girl to 1971. (Grades 5-7)
attempt to elude the pursuing conspirators. See The "writer's eye" of a young girl encompass-
also The Runaway Summer (1969); Squib
es the lives of people living around her; the
(1971); Carrie's War (1973); and The Pepper- poetry and excitement of the visual world are
mint Pig (1975). noted down in her book.
Benary-Isbert, Margot. The Ark; tr. by Clara and
Richard Winston. Harcourt, 1953. (Grades 5-9) Cameron, Eleanor. A Spell Is Cast; illus. by Beth
The heroic and human struggles of a refugee and Joe Krush. Little, Brown, 1964. (Grades 5-7)
The theme of a lonely orphan girl wanting to
family in postwar Germany to salvage their lives
belong to a family is skillfully handled. A good
is made poignant by their sense of the dignity of
life and the meaning of celebration. Followed by plot, excellent characterizations, and a fine
Rowan Farm (1954).
sense of atmosphere make an absorbing story.
Brink, Carol. Caddie Woodlawn; illus. by Kate Carlson, Natalie Savage. Ann Aurelia and
Seredy. Macmillan, 1935. (Grades 4-7) Dorothy; illus. by Dale Payson. Harper & Row,
A tomboy of the 1860's, Caddie has more 1968. (Grades 3-5)
trouble trying to behave like a lady than she has A black girl's home and friendship offers sol-
with the Indians of the Wisconsin frontier. ace for a white girl, living in a foster home. See
Awarded the Newbery medal, 1936. also The Empty Schoolhouse (1965).
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 859
Carlson, Natalie Savage. The Family Under the Margaret Morgan; illus. by Margot Tomes.
Bridge; illus. by Garth Williams. Harper, 1958. Coward-McCann, 1963. (Grades 3-6)
(Grades 3-5) A taut story of the entrapment of five children
Three irrepressible French orphans encroach in a house underneath a landslide.
upon the life of an elderly tramp when they move
in under the bridge with him. Followed by The Defoe, Daniel. Robinson Crusoe; illus. by N. C.
Happy Orpheline and others. Wyeth. Scribner, 1958. (Grades 5-8)
First written for adults in 1719, this great
Carlson, Natalie Savage. The Half Sisters; illus. adventure story has been taken over by the chil-
by Thomas di Grazia. Harper & Row, 1970. dren.
(Grades 4-8)
A charming picture of family life, early in the Dejong, Meindert. The Wheel on the School; illus.
twentieth century, with six girls keeping a varie- by Maurice Sendak. Harper, 1954. (Grades 4-7)
ty of adventures and humorous incidents in mo- A story of the efforts of six schoolchildren to
tion. Followed by Luvvy and the Girls (1970). bring back the storks to their little Dutch village.
Awarded the Newbery medal, 1955. See also The
Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de. The Adventures
House of Sixty Fathers (1956), a realistic story
of Don Quixote de la Mancha; adapt, by Leigh- of China during the early days of the Japanese
ton Barret; illus. by Warren Chappell. Knopf,
invasion, told with dramatic power. Journey
1939. (Grades 5-9)
Dramatic illustrations fit well the Spanish from Peppermint Street won the National Book
satire of the knight-errant who tilted at wind-
Award, 1969.
mills. See also The Adventures of Don Quixote, Dillon,Eilis. A Family of Foxes; illus. by Vic
illus. by W. Heath Robinson (Dutton, 1962); and Donahue. Funk & Wagnalls, 1964. (Grades 4-7)
The Exploits of Don Quixote, retold by James A
conspiracy of boys keeps a family of foxes
Reeves, illus. by Edward Ardizzone (Walck, aliveon the island where they have been washed
1960). ashore. See also A Herd of Deer (1969) and The
Sea Wall (1965).
Church, Richard. Five Boys in a Cave. Day, 1951.
(Grades 4-7) Dodge, Mary Mapes. Hans Brinker; or The Silver
An adventure in a cave becomes a life-risking Skates; illus. by George W. Edwards. Scribner,
experience that forces to the surface surprising 1915. (Grades 4-6)
aspects of each boy's character. Written in 1865, this is still one of the best
stories of Holland.
Cleary, Beverly. Henry and Ribsy; illus. by Louis
Darling. (Grades 2-4) Edmonds, Walter D. Bert Breen's Barn. Little,
One of the delightful Henry Huggins books in Brown, 1975. (Grades 5 up)
which Henry and his dog Ribsy get involved in A young boy's desire to move a barn from a
all sorts of amusing predicaments. See also farm that has been left untenanted provides
Ramona the Pest (1968) and Ramona the Brave some surprises in the fulfilling of the dream.
(1975).
Enright, Elizabeth. The Saturdays; illus. by the
Cleaver, Vera and Bill. Where the Lilies Bloom; author. Rinehart, 1941. (Grades 4-6)
illus. by Jim Spanfeller. Lippincott, 1969. A highly diverting story of four motherless
(Grades 6 up) children; an understanding father; and Cuffy,
A regional novel with strong, idiomatic dia- the housekeeper. See also Thimble Summer,
logue, this is told by Mary Call, the strong bul- winner of the Newbery medal, 1939; and Gone-
wark of a fatherless family. Away Lake, one of the runners-up in 1958.
Clemens, Samuel Langhorne. The Adventures of Estes, Eleanor. The Moffats; illus. by Louis Slo-
Tom Sawyer. Harper, 1917 (Holiday Edition). bodkin. Harcourt, 1941. (Grades 4-6)
(Grades 5-9) The Moffat family did not have much in the
\n epic of American boyhood, followed by way of worldly goods, but there was always fun
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. See also The and laughter in the little house on New Dollar
Pr, nee and the Pauper. Street. Followed by The Middle Moffat and
Rufus M. See also Ginger Pye, winner of the
Collkr, James Lincoln, and Christopher Collier. Newbery medal, 1952; and The Hundred Dress-
MI Brother Sam Is Dead. Four Winds Press, es, a tender story of a little Polish girl.
19"4. (Grades Sup)
The turmoil and stress in a family when, Field, Rachel. Calico Bush; illus. by Allen Lewis.
Rev. ed. Macmillan, 1966. (Grades 5-8)
ag dnst family wishes, a son goes off to war are
th< same emotions that exist in 1776 or 1976. An
The French-Canadian War serves as a back-
err otional and different view of the Revolution- ground for the story of Marguerite Ledoux, a
War. French girl who is looked on with suspicion by
ary
the English settlers with whom she lives. First
Day, /eronique. Landslide! tr. from the French by published in 1931.
860 THE STORIED WORLD
Fisher, Dorothy Canfield. Understood Betsy; illus. Julie of the Wolves, awarded the Newbery med-
by Martha Alexander. Holt, 1917, 1972. (Grades al,1973.
3-5)
An old favorite, told in a didactic manner, this Gipson, Fred. Old Yeller; illus. by Carl Burger.
is the story of a girl whose timorous manner
Harper, 1956. (Grades 5-9)
The dangers and events of early Texas hill
became changed when she went to stay with her
living are enlivened by the comic and heroic
Vermont relatives.
actions of a dog who strays into a family's life.
Fitzhugh, Louise. Harriet the Spy; illus. by the The Diddakoi. Viking, 1972.
author. Harper & Row, 1964. (Grades 3-6) Godden, Rumer.
The heroine is a precocious child with a streak (Grades 4-6)
of meanness in her. She explores life on her own, Kizzy, a young gypsy orphan, has different
ways of living from her schoolmates. Scorn
finding her own explanations for matters beyond
her depth, and coming to understand the tension changes to wonder, however, when two sympa-
thetic adults get Kizzy a real gypsy wagon. See
in herself between tenderness and ill-will.
also The Kitchen Madonna (1967).
Fleischman, Sid. By the Great Horn Spoon! illus. The Peterkin Papers; illus. by
Hale, Lucretia.
by Eric von Schmidt. Little, Brown, 1963. Harold M. Brett, Houghton Mifflin, 1924.
(Grades 4-7)
An hilarious tall tale in which Jack and his (Grades 4-6)
aunt's butler, Praiseworthy, stow away on a ship
A "masterpiece of nonsense." These stories of
the Peterkin family and their absurd dilemmas
bound for California and the Gold Rush of '49.
first appeared in the St. Nicholas Magazine,
See also Chancy and the Grand Rascal (1966);
1874-1879.
McBroom's Ear (1969); The Ghost in the Noon-
day Sun (1965); and Mr. Mysterious and Com- Hamilton, Virginia. The House of Dies Drear;
pany (1962). illus. by Eros Keith. Macmillan, 1968. (Grades
4-7)
Flora, James. Grandpa's Farm; illus. by the au- The past and present are intriguingly united
thor. Harcourt, 1965. (Grades 3-5) as a family, new occupants of a large old house,
Grandpa's farm is the locale of four zany tall discovers that the underground tunnels that
tales. See also Little Hatchy Hen (1969) and once led runaway slaves into the house still serve
The Joking Man (1968). a clandestine function. See also Zeely (1967);
Forbes, Esther. Johnny Tremain; illus. by Lynd The Time-Ago Tales ofjahdu (1969); and M. C.
Ward. Houghton Mifflin, 1943. (Grades 5-8) Higgins the Great, awarded the Newbery medal
A young Boston apprentice learns to accept for 1975.
responsibility under the impact of war. Awarded Hamre, Leif. Operation Arctic; tr. from the Nor-
the Newbery medal, 1944. wegian by Dag Ryen. Atheneum, 1973 (A Marga-
ret K. McElderry Book). (Grades 4-6)
Gardam, Jane. A Long Way from Verona. Macmil- Three children stow away on a plane and find
lan, 1971. (Grades 5-9)
An intensely self-revelatory first-person novel themselves stranded in the Arctic. Their survi-
about a critical year in a thirteen-year-old's life, val, in a trapper's empty cabin, and their subse-
set in England during World War II. quent rescue as the arctic winter begins are
ordeals that try children and men alike.
Garfield, Leon. Smith; illus. by Antony Maitland.
Harnett, Cynthia. Caxton's Challenge; illus. by
Pantheon, 1967. (Grades 5-8) the author. World, 1960. (Grades 5-9)
Smith is an eighteenth-century urchin, one of
the nimblest pickpockets in London. See also
An adventure story of the fifteenth century
Black Jack (1968). revolving around a plot to deprive the printer
Caxton of paper. See also Nicholas and the
Gates, Doris. Blue Willow; illus. by Paul Lantz. Wool-Pack, given the Carnegie Award in 1951;
Viking, 1940. (Grades 4-6) and The Writing on the Hearth (Viking, 1971.)
The yearning of a migrant farm worker girl Harris, Rosemary. The Seal-Singing. Macmillan,
for the beauty and stability of a real home is 1971. (Grades 5-8)
symbolized by a blue willow plate. See also The An island haven for seals, off the coast of
Elderberry Bush (1967). Scotland, is the locale for a story with overtones
of the supernatural.
George, Jean Craighead. My Side of the Moun-
tain; illus. by the author. Dutton, 1959. (Grades Haugaard, Erik Christin. The Little Fishes; illus.
5-8) by Milton Johnson. Houghton Mifflin, 1967.
A New York City boy decides to prove for (Grades 5-8)
himself and his family that he can li ve for a year The struggle of three Italian waifs to survive
off the land in the Catskill Mountains. The book the German occupation during World War II. See
is filled with fascinating details of his daily life also Hakon of Rogen's Saga (1963) and the
and his delight in animals and birds. See also sequel, A Slave's Tale (1965).
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 861
Haywood, Carolyn. "B" Is for Betsy; illus. by the strength to become what he would have been,
author. Harcourt, 1939. (Grades 2-3) given the chance.
The first of several engaging realistic stories Will. Smoky, the Cowhorse; illus. by the
about Betsy and her friends. James,
author. Scribner, 1926. (Grades 5-8)
Henry, Marguerite. King of the Wind; illus. by One of the best books of its kind. Will James
Wesley Dennis. Rand McNally, 1948. (Grades tells the story of the smoke-colored cowpony in
Hintori, S. E. The Outsiders. Viking, 1967. (Grades Knight, Eric. Lassie Come Home; illus. by Don
6-9) Bolognese. Holt, 1940, 1971. (Grades 5-9)
A portrayal of boys involved in gang warfare. The devotion of a collie dog causes her to find
her way home to Yorkshire from the north of
Hodges, C. Walter, The Namesake; illus. by the Scotland, having endured hunger, injury, cap-
author. Coward-McCann, 1964. (Grades 6-9) tivity, and fights on the way.
A credible story of a crippled boy who was
Konigsburg, E. L. From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs.
King Alfred's namesake and scribe, told in the Basil E. Frankweiler; illus. by the author. Athe-
first person when he is an old man. See also the
The Marsh King (1967).
neum, 1967. (Grades 4-6)
sequel, A refreshingly original story of a brother and
Holm, Anne. North to Freedom; tr. from the Dan- sister who run away from home and live, undis-
ish by L. W. Kingsland. Harcourt, 1965. (Grades covered, for one wonderful week in the Metropol-
5-8) itan Museum of Art. Awarded the Newbery med-
of a young boy who has
The emerging into life al, 1968. See also Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth,
known only the existence inside a concentration and Me, Elizabeth (1967).
camp. His escape and journey toward Denmark
is one of adventure and revelation. Kroeber, Theodora. Ishi, Last of His Tribe; illus. by
Ruth Robbins. Parnassus, 1964. (Grades 5-12)
Houston, James. Akavak, an Eskimo Journey; Lone survivor of the Yahis, Ishi is portrayed
illu 5. by the author. Harcourt, 1968. (Grades 4-7) by a writer who also wrote an anthropological
Facing death by starvation on an icy plateau, study of his life.
an Did Eskimo and his grandson merge wisdom and Now Miguel; illus. by
anc strength in a desperate but careful fight for Krumgold, Joseph. . . .
Hunttr, Kristin. The Soul Brothers and Sister young boy's yearning grow up and for its
to
Lor.. Scribner, 1968. (Grades 5-9) illuminating picture of life among the sheep-
lome of the special problems of being black
f herders in New Mexico, this book won the New-
are dramatized in this story, which is strength- bery medal in 1954.
em d by a reality of detail.
Langton, Jane. The Majesty of Grace; illus. by the
Huntt r, Mollie. A Sound of Chariots. Harper & author. Harper, 1961. (Grades 3-6)
Ro\ /, 1972. (Grades 6-12) The conviction that she is really the fu-
A i father's gifts to his daughter extend beyond ture Queen of England colors the life of Grace
his early death and give her insights and Jones, whose family is caught in the crisis of
862 THE STORIED WORLD
unemployment during the depression. Followed The strong sympathetic bond between a
by The Boyhood of Grace Jones (1972). grandmother and her grandson is symbolized by
their attachment to the box that contains one
Lea, Alec. To Sunset and Beyond. Walck, 1971.
(Grades 4-7)
penny for each year of her life.
The deep emotional experience of a boy who, Mayne, William. Ravensgill. Dutton, 1970.
lost, spends a night alone on the moors. (Grades 6-12)
An underground tunnel holds the key to a
L'Engle, Madeleine. Meet the Austins. Vanguard,
1960. (Grades 4-8) strange relationship between two families. See
also The Incline (1972).
A modern story of the family of a country
doctor told by the older daughter during the year Merrill, Jean. The Pushcart War; illus. by Ronni
a spoiled young orphan comes to live with them. Solbert. Scott, 1964. (Grades 4-7)
Followed by The Moon by Night (Farrar, Straus A witty satire set in New
York City in 1976, in
& Giroux, 1963). which the pushcart peddlers overthrow a truck
monopoly.
Lenski, Lois. Strawberry Girl; illus. by the author.
Lippincott, 1945. (Grades 4-6) Morey, Walter. Gentle Ben; illus. by John Schoen-
A regional story about Florida's fruit farmers herr. Dutton, 1965. (Grades 5-7)
is centered around a warm-hearted little girl. A compelling story of the remarkable bond of
Awarded the Newbery medal, 1946. affection between a young Alaskan boy and an
enormous, captive brown bear.
Lindquist, Jennie. The Golden Name Day; illus. by
Garth Williams. Harper, 1955. (Grades 3-6) Morrison, Lucile. The Lost Queen of Egypt; illus.
A perceptive story full of kindness and wis- by Franz Geritz. Lippincott, 1937. (Grades 6-12)
dom and enriched with Swedish customs, one of A period of intrigue against the idealism
which gives the book its title. Followed by The of aPharaoh who was opposed to war and had
Crystal Tree (1966). adopted the concept of one God is the back-
Linevski, A. An Old Tale Carved Out of Stone; tr. ground for an intimate story of the Egyptian
from the Russian by Maria Polushkin. Crown, royal family (latter part of the Eighteenth Dy-
1973. (Grades 5-8) nasty, 1580-1350 B.C.)
The fine filling out of a story placed in Neo- Owls in the Family;
Mowat, Farley. illus. by Rob-
lithic Siberia owes a great deal to the author, who
is a noted Soviet archeologist. The story itself is
ert Frankenberg. Little, Brown, 1961. (Grades
3-6)
one that transcends time, showing the plight of a An account of two owls, Wol and Weeps, and
young boy whose own reason and logic defy the and escapades with
their antics, personalities,
superstitious custom he is expected to observe. the boy whose pets they became.
London, Jack. Call of the Wild; illus. by Charles
Pickard. Button, 1968. (Grades b-12) Mtihlenweg, Fritz. Big Tiger and Christian; illus.
A superb adventure story with a notable dog by Rafaello Busoni. Pantheon, 1952. (Grades
6-9)
character, Buck, first published in 1903.
A Chinese boy and his white friend, captured
McCloskey, Robert. Homer Price; illus. by the au- in Peking during China's civil wars, are sent on a
thor. Viking, 1943. (Grades 4-7) dangerous mission to the far end of the Gobi
Six rollicking tales of the hilarious adventures Desert.
of Homer Price, a modern American boy. Fur-
ther adventures are told in Centerburg Tales Mukerji, Dhan Gopal. Gay-Neck; the Story of a
(1951). Pigeon; illus. by Boris Artzybasheff. Dutton,
1927. (Grades 5-8)
McLean, Allan Campbell. Storm over Skye; illus.
The author's gentle Indian philosophy is inter-
by Shirley Hughes. Harcourt, 1957. (Grades 7-9) woven in this story of a carrier pigeon and the
A tale of mystery and murder on the Isle of
part it played in the First World War. Awarded
Skye. the Newbery medal, 1928. See also Hari, the
McNeill, Janet. The Other People. Little, Brown, Jungle Lad (1924); and Kari, the Elephant
1970. (Grades 5-9) (1922) tales told with vivid beauty and imbued
As she grows in understanding toward the with the atmosphere of the jungle.
people in the boarding house where she is spend-
Nesbit, E. The Story of the Treasure Seekers;
ing the summer, a young girl not only is
being the adventures of the Bastable children in
changed, but helps effect changes for others. See search of a fortune; illus. by C. Walter Hodges.
also The Battle of St. George Without (1966)
and Goodbye, Dove Square (1969). Coward-McCann, 1948. (Grades 4-6)
The wit and charm of the author is shown in
Mathis, Sharon Bell. TheHundred Penny Box; the amusing adventures of the Bastable chil-
illus.by Leo and Diane Dillon. Viking, 1975. dren, whose imaginations result in some origi-
(Grades 2-5) nal predicaments. Followed by The Would-Be-
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 863
Goods (1901) and The New Treasure Seekers Growing up together in the years before the
(1904). An incident from The New Treasure First World War, four young people are entan-
Seekers was published as The Conscience Pud- gled together in their feelings about Flambards,
ding; illus. Erik Blegvad (Coward, 1970). the country place in which they live, and the
horse and hunting obsession that has character-
Nordstom, Ursula. The Secret Language; illus. by ized it. Christina, a young orphan, grows, ma-
Mary Chalmers. Harper, 1960. (Grades 3-5) tures, marries, is widowed, and becomes a moth-
The forbidden delights of life at boarding er during the three books that comprise the
school are shared by two girls of opposing tem- The Edge of the Cloud (1969) and Flam-
trilogy:
peraments. Their "secret language" gives them bards in Summer (1970). The Edge of the Cloud
a sense of invincibility and performs an impor- won the Carnegie Medal.
tant role in the changes each girl undergoes.
Blue Dolphins. Hough- Picard, Barbara Leonie. One Is One. Holt, 1965.
O'Dell, Scott. Island of the
(Grades 5-9)
ton Mifflin, 1960. (Grades 4-8)
Failure to fit into the fighting role of knight-
The lonely life of an Indian girl left on an hood expected of his father's sons propels a
island is one of fulfillment as she learns to turn
young man in the fourteenth century to seek
vengeance into love and finds her solitary life other benefactors, other roads to his own individ-
eased by the wildlife around her. Awarded the
ual fulfillment.
Newbery medal, 1961. See also The King's
Fifth (1966); The Black Pearl (1967); The Poe, Edgar Allan. The Pit and The Pendulum and
Dark Canoe (1968); and Sing Down the Moon Five Other Tales; illus. by Rick Schreiter. F.
(1970). Watts, 1967. (Grades 5 up)
O'Hara, Mary (pseud, for Mary Sture-Vasa). My Tales that are properly chilling, told by a
Friend Flicka. Lippincott, 1943. (Grades 5-12) master. See also The Fall of the House of Usher
A story that involves the faitlj of a boy in a and Four Other Tales (1967).
horse said to be impossible to train.
Pyle, Howard. Otto of the Silver Hand; illus. by the
Ottley, Reginald. Boy Alone; illus. by Clyde Pear- author. New ed. Scribner, 1957. (Grades 5-9)
son. Harcourt, 1966. (Grades 5-7) A
medieval tale of Otto and how "by gentle-
A perceptive, vividly drawn characterization ness and love and not by strife and hatred, he
of the lonely world of a boy, working as a "wood- came at last to stand above other men and to be
and-water-joey" on a vast cattle station in Aus- looked up to by all." See also Men of Iron (1892),
tralia, whose whole life is wrapped up with a which tells how Miles wins his spurs and van-
hunting dog and her pup. The Roan Colt (1966) quishes his own and his father's enemy.
is a sequel, and Rain Comes to Yamboorah
Ransome, Arthur. Swallows and Amazons; illus.
(1967) ends the trilogy.
by Helene Carter. Lippincott, 1931. (Grades 4-6)
Paterson, Katherine. The Master Puppeteer; illus. These lively adventures of six resourceful
by Haru Wells. Crowell, 1975. (Grades 5-7) English children who spend a vacation camping
A time of famine and night rovers makes life on a small island are noteworthy for the author's
unsafe in the city of Osaka. Young Jiro, appren- detailed knowledge of sailing.
tice puppeteer, becomes involved with a mysteri-
ous bandit who aids the starving. See also Of Rawlings, Marjorie Kinnan. The Yearling; illus. by
N. C. Wyeth. Scribner, 1946. (Grades 6-9)
Nightingales that Weep (1974) and The Sign of A classic story of the boy Jody and his pet
the Chrysanthemum (1973).
fawn. In having to sacrifice the thing he loved
Pearce, A. Philippa. The Minnow Leads to Trea- most, Jody left his yearling days behind and
sure; illus. by Edward Ardizzone. World, 1955. gained the stature of a man.
(Grades 4-8)
A real treasure, hidden at the time of the Richter, Conrad.The Light in the Forest; illus. by
Warren Chappell. Knopf, 1966. (Grades 5-9)
Spa nish Armada, lures two boys into unravelling
the riddle that has been left as the only clue. An A government order tears a boy away from his
intricate relationship between the search for the Indian family. Although his skin is white, his
tref sure and the locale is a fascinating aspect of feelings and affections have become Indian.
the story.
Richter, Hans Peter. Friedrich; tr. by Edite Kroll.
Petry, Ann. Tituba of Salem Village. Thomas Y. Holt, 1970. (Grades 4-9)
Crowell, 1964. (Grades 5-9) The relentless erosion of one Jewish boy's life
1 'he story of a Barbados slave girl in Salem in during the Hitler years in Germany is told by his
169 2 and the slow weaving of a net around her friend and neighbor. Intimate details of persecu-
tha eventually places her on trial for witchcraft. tion create a cumulative horror.
Peytoi ,
K. M. Flambards; illus. by Victor G. Amb- Robertson, Keith. Henry Reed, Inc.; illus. by Rob-
rus World, 1968. (Grades 5-12) ert McCloskey. Viking, 1958. (Grades 4-8)
864 THE STORIED WORLD
A truly humorous story of the summer enter- Shemin, Margaretha. The Empty Moat. Coward-
prises of an inventive young boy and eleven- McCann, 1969. (Grades 4-8)
year-old Midge. Fear and conscience oppose each other in a
story of Nazi-occupied Holland as a Dutch fami-
Robinson, Joan G. Charley; illus. by Prudence
Seward. Coward-McCann, 1970. (Grades 3-6) ly aids in hiding Jews.
When she realizes that her running away has Snedeker, Caroline Dale. Downright Dencey;
really isolated her from adult help, a young girl illus. by Maginel Wright Barney. Doubleday,
has to face the surprises and practicalities, the 1927. (Grades 5-9)
loneliness and fear of living on her own without Set in Nantucket during the whaling days,
a roof. this is the story of a Quaker girl's loyalty to the
village waif whom she befriends.
Rodgers, Mary. Freaky Friday. Harper, 1972.
(Grades 4-9) Snyder, Zilpha Keatley. The Egypt Game; illus. by
The transformation of a young girl into her Alton Raible. Atheneum, 1967. (Grades 4-7)
mother's body for a day works a transformation An imaginative game, played by two girls in a
in her feelings about herself and others. deserted storage yard, unexpectedly brings them
into real danger.
Sachs, Marilyn. Veronica Ganz; illus. by Louis
Glanzman. Doubleday, 1968. (Grades 3-6) Sobol,Donald J. Encyclopedia Brown Saves the
A game of chase and wits dominates the plot Day; illus. by Leonard Shortall. Nelson, 1970.
of this book about a girl who is a bully and an (Grades 2-5)
undersized boy who defies her. A game, fashioned partly on the riddle and
partly on the conventions of the mystery story, is
Sawyer, Ruth. Roller Skates; illus. by Valenti An- the dominant character of short narrative puz-
gelo. Viking, 1936. (Grades 5-8) zlers tied together by the main character. The
High-spirited Lucinda has a wonderful time reader is actively involved in determining the
exploring New York City on roller skates in the
solutions, which are placed at the back of the
1890's. Awarded the Newbery medal, 1937.
book. See also other titles in this series.
Ivanhoe; with illus. made up of
Scott, Sir Walter. Ivan. Ash Road. St. 1966.
Southall, Martin's,
drawings by contemporary artists, together with
an introduction and anecdotal captions by Basil (Grades 6-9)
How three inexperienced young campers in
Davenport. Dodd, Mead, 1944. (Grades 7-12) Australia face up to responsibility. See also Hills
A colorful and romantic tale. End (1963); Let the Balloon Go (1968); and To
Seredy, Kate. The Good Master; illus. by the au- the Wild Sky (1967), which won the Book of the
thor. Viking, 1935. (Grades 4-7) Year Award in Australia. Josh (Macmillan,
Irrepressible Kate comes to stay with her 1971) was the first Australian book to win the
cousin Jancsi and her uncle on a large horse Carnegie Award.
farm on the plains of Hungary. Hard work,
Sperry, Armstrong. Call It Courage; illus. by the
happy holidays, and the wisdom of "the good author. Macmillan, 1940. (Grades 4-8)
master" help develop her into an amenable,
likable
A Polynesian boy, conditioned in infancy to
girl.
terror of the sea, sets out alone in a canoe to
Serraillier, Ian. The Silver Sword; illus. by C. conquer his fear. His ultimate victory over him-
Walter Hodges. Criterion, 1961. (Grades 4-6) self and his triumphal return make a powerful
Living among the bombed out rubble of War- story. Awarded the Newbery medal, 1941.
saw during World War II, separated from their
Spykman, Elizabeth C. A Lemon and a Star. Har-
parents who have been told they are dead, three
children fasten on a single clue, which eventual- court, 1955. (Grades 4-12)
them A story of hilarious rivalry and intrigue that
ly leads to their parents.
results in wild adventures, this is a genuine
Seuberlich, Hertha. Annuzza, a Girl of Romania; creation of the immense freedom of childhood.
tr. by Stella Humphries; illus. by Gerhard Pal- See also The Wild Angel (1957); Terrible, Horri-
lasch. Rand, McNally, 1962. (Grades 6-9) ble Edie (1960); and Edie on the Warpath
The generations of peasant farm life behind (1966).
Annuzza create a conflict in her when she be-
comes a student in the city. Her struggles to Spyri, Johanna. Heidi; illus. by Agnes Tait. Lippin-
bridge the two worlds bring her a new maturity. cott, 1948. (Grades 4-8)
Since its publication in 1880, several genera-
Shannon, Monica. Dobry; illus. by Atanas Katcha- tions of children have absorbed, through the
makoff Viking, 1934. (Grades 4-7)
story, some of the beauty of the Swiss country-
.
boy who wanted to be a sculptor instead of a Steele, William O. The Perilous Road; illus. by
farmer. Paul Galdone. Harcourt, 1958. (Grades 5-7)
ENCOUNTERS AND ADVENTURES 865
A Civil War story about a Southern boy who Townsend, John Rowe. The Intruder. Lippincott,
learned the futility of war and the true meaning 1970. (Grades 5-9)
of courage. A threatening sense of mystery and danger
builds as a stranger tries to rob a young man of
Stevenson, Robert Louis. Treasure Is land; illus. by his identity.
N. C. Wyeth. Scribner, 1945.
The classic story of adventure, with colorful Townsend, John Rowe. Trouble in the Jungle;
and swashbuckling action. illus. by W. T. Mars. Lippincott, 1961. (Grades
villainy
4-9)
Stevenson, William. The Bushbabies; by Vic-
illus.
The survival of four abandoned children in a
tor Ambrus. Houghton Mifflin, 1965. (Grades slum hideout has the added complication of an
4-8) encounter with a gang of criminals who have
A journey to return her pet, a bushbaby, to its marked the place for their rendezvous. See also
natural habitat in Africa is undertaken at great Good-bye to the Jungle (1967) and Pirate's Is-
peril by a young girl and an old friend, an
African land (1968).
guide.
Uchida, Yoshiko. Sumi's Special Happening;
Stiles, Martha Bennett. Darkness over the Land. illus.by Kazue Mizamura. Scribner, 1966.
Dial, 1966. (Grades 5-12) (Grades 1-3)
Dealing with the historical events inside Nazi The special affinity of the very young for the
Germany, this novel traces the change in atti- very old is shown in this simple story. See also
tude of a young German boy from belief in Hitler Sumi and The Goat and The Tokyo Express
to understanding and sympathy for the ones who
(1969).
have tried to resist and keep their sense of hu-
manity intact. Uchida, Yoshiko. Journey to Topaz; a Story of the
Japanese-American Evacuation; illus. by
Storr, Catherine. The Chinese Egg. McGraw-Hill, Donald Carrick. Scribner, 1971. (Grades 6-9)
1975. (Grades 5-12) The author has drawn on her own experiences
A fascinating blend of spasmodic extrasenso- in a relocation center to tell this story.
ry perception and detection in locating a kid-
napped baby, this is a story that also combines Ullman, James Ramsey. Banner in the Sky. Lip-
well-developed characters with the taut, sus- pincott, 1954. (Grades 5-9)
The powerful lure of mountain climbing in
penseful plot. See also Thursday (Harper, 1972).
Switzerland is portrayed in this story of a boy
Storr, Catherine. The Adventures of Polly and the who wants to capture the peak his father died in
Wolf; illus. by Marjorie-Ann Watts. Macrae attempting.
Smith, 1970. (Grades 3-5)
Unnerstad, Edith. The Peep-Larssons Go Sailing;
Hopelessly outclassed by Polly, the wolf tries tr. by Lilian Seaton; illus. by lion Wiland. Mac-
again and again to get her into his pot.
millan, 1966. (Grades 3-6)
Storr, Catherine. Lucy; illus. by Victoria de Larrea. The summer adventures of a family of chil-
Prentice-Hall, 1969. (Grades 3-5) dren who sail from one island to another in the
Rebuffed by the boys with whom she wants to Stockholm archipelago.
play, Lucy has a real adventure and catches Van Rhijn, Aleid. The Tide in the Attic; tr. by
some thieves. See also Lucy Runs Away, 1969. A. J. Pomerans; illus. by Marjorie Gill. (Grades
Sutclif Rosemary, Warrior Scarlet; illus. by
;
4-8)
,
Walsh, Jill Paton. Goldengrove. Farrar, Straus & The son of a famous bullfighter is forced to
Giroux, 1972. (Grades 5-9) choose between the bullring or the world of
A sense of season and change painful awak- medicine as a career. In making his choice he
enings for a young girl who was kept from takes his first step into the adult world. Awarded
knowing that her cousin was really her younger the Newbery medal, 1965.
brother. See also Fireweed (1969) and The Em-
Wrightson, Patricia. A Racecourse for Andy; illus.
peror's Winding Sheet (1974).
by Horder. Harcourt, 1968. (Grades 5-9)
Weik, Mary Hays. The Jazz Man; illus. by Ann The illusion that he has bought the racecourse
Grifalconi. Atheneum, 1966. (Grades 4-5) is supported by a variety of people who see no
The story of a lonely small boy in a Harlem harm in "humoring" a mentally retarded boy.
tenement.
Wyss, Johann David. Swiss Family Robinson;
Wells, H. G. Seven Science Fiction Novels of H. G. illus. by Jeanne Edwards. World, 1947. (Grades
Wells. Dover, 1895. (Grades 5 up) 5-8)
An enduring collection that contains such The very improbability of this tale of a family
favorites as "The Time Machine" and "The War shipwrecked on a desert island makes it delight-
of the Worlds." ful.
Wier, Ester.The Barrel; illus. by Carl Kidwell. Yashima, Taro, and Hatoju Muku. The Golden
David McKay, 1966. (Grades 5-8) Footprints. World, 1960. (Grades 3-5)
A sensitively told story in which a twelve- A poignant story of a boy and three foxes in a
year-old boy proves his worth to his taunting mountain region of Japan.
older brother. A worthy successor to The Loner
Yep, Laurence. Dragonwings. Harper & Row,
(1963). 1975. (Grades 6-8)
Wiggin, Kate Douglas. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Told against the background of Chinese im-
Farm; illus. by Helen Mason Grose. Hough ton migrant life in the beginning of the twentieth
Mifflin, 1903. century, Dragonwings centers on the struggle of
The strong personality of Rebecca makes this Windrider and his young son, Moon Shadow, to
book continually appealing. build a machine that flies.
Wilder, Laura Ingalls. Little House in the Big Zei, Alki. Wildcat Under Glass; tr. by Edward
Woods; illus. by Garth Williams. New ed. Harp- Fenton. Holt, 1968. (Grades 4-8)
er, 1953. (Grades 3-7) The playful rivalry of two Greek sisters be-
The author has written many of her childhood comes serious when one is attracted to the Na-
experiences in a group of outstanding books, tional Youth Organization of the new dictator,
which form a vivid chronicle of life in pioneer and the other becomes a messenger for her uncle
days in the Middle West. This first title is fol- in the resistance forces. A human portrayal of
lowed by six books, each one a little more ad- the disruption and tension caused by the imposi-
vanced, ending with These Happy Golden tion of a set of values. See also Petros' War
Years. (Dutton, 1972) for a story of a boy who found his
own way to oppose the Nazis who were occupy-
Willard, Barbara. The Lark and the Laurel. Har-
ing his country.
court, 1970. (Grades 5-9)
This is the first in a series of five novels about
the families and people connected with Mantle-
mass. This story takes place during the time of
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868
Fantasy
winner, chose fantasy as the means of combining fact with her own
passionate response to Sweden's earth, landscape, sea, and conspiring sky.
She reduced her hero and a brat of a boy he was, too to the size of an elf
and sent him traveling on the back of a giant wild goose. The result is a
timeless book in which folklore and the grand old stories and superstitions
of the countryside hold then- proportionate place. To dip into The Wonder-
ful Adventures of Nils, to read and reread it, is always to discover some
new refreshment of spirit. Read, for example, one of the memorable
chapters, "The Great Crane Dance at Kullaberg":
There was wildness in it; but yet the feeling which it awakened was a
delicious longing. No one thought any more about struggling. Instead,
both the winged and those who had no wings, all wanted to raise
themselves eternally, lift themselves above the clouds, seek that
which was hidden beyond them, leave the oppressive body that
dragged them down to earth and soar away toward the infinite.
Mysticism, religious faith, and the ineluctable longing of man for the
definitive goal or the unattainable are recurring motifs in fantasy. In
Walter de la Mare's eerie, moonlit adventure tale of quest and character
The Three Mulla-Mulgars (the alternate title is The Three Royal Mon-
keys), it is Tishnar that symbolizes the unattainable.
Then the magic begins. The instrument of passage is not a wild goose, but a
small electric car with matching tollbooth. The pace of the fantasy is
furious, the puns outrageous, the invention fresh and original, the dilem-
mas contemporary. In the end, Milo, like Swedish Nils, looks upon the
world with different eyes. Yet like Frank Baum's Wizard of Oz, The
Phantom Tollbooth has its detractors among the critics. Both books are
thoroughly American in background and to be cherished for that attribute.
The Wizard of Oz, genuine in theme and endearingly inventive, yields up
no memorable turn of phrase or subtlety of thought. The Phantom Toll-
booth suffers from a plethora of wit.
One outstanding trait that good fantasies have in common is originality
of concept. What worlds they present, unique in their strangeness. The
rules governing these worlds are soon made known. In The Borrowers by
Mary Norton, for example, the characters and their struggles in the small
world "under sills" develop in proportion to the nature of their dwelling
place. Each new world must declare the law by which it operates, the logic
by which it has been created. Effect must follow cause in an order natural
to the unnatural, as it were.
Because fantasy reaches far into the consciousness of children, because
it has for them a "vigorous presence," because there exists in the English
language a body of great writing in this realm, the invitation to read deeply
and well can hardly be ignored.
872 THE STORIED WORLD
"I suppose you are Real?" said the Rabbit. splendid games together, in whispers, when
And then he wished he had not said it, for he Nana had gone away her supper and left
to
thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. the nightlight burning on the mantelpiece.
But the Skin Horse only smiled. And when the Boy dropped off to sleep, the
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. Rabbit would snuggle down close under his
"That was a great many years ago; but once little warm chin and dream, with the Boy's
you are Real you can't become unreal again. hands clasped close round him all night
It lasts for always." long.
The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be And so time went on, and the little Rabbit
a long time before this magic called Real was very happy so happy that he never
happened to him. He longed to become Real, noticed how his beautiful velveteen fur was
to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of getting shabbier and shabbier, and his tail
growing shabby and losing his eyes and coming unsewn, and all the pink rubbed off
whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he his nose where the Boy had kissed him.
could become it without these uncomfortable Spring came, and they had long days in the
things happening to him. garden, for wherever the Boy went the Rabbit
There was a person called Nana who ruled went too. He had rides in the wheelbarrow
the nursery. Sometimes she took no notice of and picnics on the grass, and lovely fairy huts
the playthings lying about, and sometimes, built for him under the raspberry canes be-
for no reason whatever, she went swooping hind the flower border. And once, when the
about like a great wind and hustled them Boy was called away suddenly to go out to tea,
away in cupboards. She called this "tidying the Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long
up," and the playthings all hated it, especially after dusk, and Nana hadto come and look
the tin ones. The Rabbit didn't mind it so for him with the candle because the Boy
much, for wherever he was thrown he came couldn't go to sleep unless he was there. He
down soft. was wet through with the dew and quite
One evening, when the Boy was going to earthy from diving into the burrows the Boy
bed, he couldn't find the china dog that al- had made for him in the flower bed, and Nana
ways slept with him. Nana was in a hurry, grumbled as she rubbed him off with a corner
and it was too much trouble to hunt for china of her apron.
dogs at bedtime, so she simply looked about "You must have your old Bunny!" she said.
her, and seeing that the toy cupboard door "Fancy all that fuss for a toy!"
stood open, she made a swoop. The Boy sat up in bed and stretched out his
"Here," she said, "take your old Bunny! hands.
He'll do to sleep with you!" And she dragged "Give me my Bunny!" he said. "You
the Rabbit out by one ear, and put him into mustn't say that. He isn't a toy. He's REAL!"
the Boy's arms. When the little Rabbit heard that he was
That night, and for many nights after, the happy, for he knew that what the Skin Horse
Velveteen Rabbit slept in the Boy's bed. At had said was true at last. The nursery magic
first h<i found it rather uncomfortable, for the had happened to him, and he was a toy no
Boy hugged him very tight, and sometimes he longer. He was Real. The Boy himself had
rolled over on him, and sometimes he pushed said it.
him s > far under the pillow that the Rabbit That night he was almost too happy to
could scarcely breathe. And he missed, too, sleep, and so much love stirred in his little
those long moonlight hours in the nursery, sawdust heart that it almost burst. And into
when all the house was silent, and his talks his boot-button eyes, that had long ago lost
with the Skin Horse. But very soon he grew their polish, there came a look of wisdom and
to like it, for the Boy used to talk to him, beauty, so that even Nana noticed it next
and made nice tunnels for him under the morning when she picked him up, and said,
bedclcthes that he said were like the bur- "I declare if that old Bunny hasn't got quite a
rows he real rabbits lived in. And they had
1
knowing expression!"
874 THE STORIED WORLD
wizard. "As a matter of fact, I just happen to The king flew into another rage and sent
have in my pocket a list of the wizardries I the royal wizard back to his cave. Then he
have performed for you." He drew a paper rang a gong and summoned the royal mathe-
from a deep pocket of his robe. "It begins: matician.
'Dear Royal Wizard: I am returning herewith The royal mathematician was a bald-
the so-called philosopher's stone which you headed, near-sighted man, with a skullcap on
claimed' no, that isn't it." The royal wizard his head and a pencil behind each ear. He
brought a long scroll of parchment from an- wore a black suit with white numbers on it.
other pocket of his robe. "Here it is," he said. "I don't want to hear a long list of all the
"Now, let's see. I have squeezed blood out of things you have figured out for me since
turnips for you, and turnips out of blood. I 1907," the king said to him. "I want you to
have produced rabbits out of silk hats, and figure out right now how to get the moon for
silk hats out of rabbits. I have conjured up the Princess Lenore. When she gets the moon,
flowers, tambourines, and doves out of no- she will be well again."
where, and nowhere out of flowers, tambou- "I am glad you mentioned all -the things I
rines, and doves. I have brought you divin- have figured out for you since 1907," said the
ing rods, magic wands, and crystal spheres royal mathematician. "It so happens that I
in which to behold the future. I have com- have a list of them with me."
pounded philters, unguents, and potions, to He pulled a long scroll of parchment out of
cure heartbreak, surfeit, and ringing in the a pocket and looked at it. "Now let me see. I
ears. I have made you my own special mix- have figured out for you the distance between
ture of wolfbane, nightshade) and eagles' the horns of a dilemma, night and day, and A
tears; to ward off witches, demons and things and Z. I have computed how far is Up, how
that go bump in the night. I have given you long it takes to get to Away, and what be-
seven-league boots, the golden touch, and a comes of Gone. I have discovered the length
"
cloak of invisibility of the sea serpent, the price of the price-
work," said the king. "The cloak
"It didn't less and the square of the hippopotamus. I
of invisibility didn't work." know where you are when you are at Sixes
"Yes, it did," said the royal wizard. and Sevens, how much Is you have to
"No, it didn't," said the king. "I kept bump- have to make an Are, and how many birds
ing into things, the same as ever." you can catch with the salt in the
"The cloak is supposed to make you invisi- ocean 187,796,132, if it would interest you
ble," said the royal wizard. "It is not supposed to know."
to keep you from bumping into things." "There aren't that many birds," said the
"All I know is, I kept bumping into things," king.
said the king. "I didn't say there were," said the royal
The royal wizard looked at his list again. "I mathematician. "I said if there were."
got you," he said, "horns from Elfland, sand "I don't want to hear about seven hundred
from :he Sandman, and gold from the rain- million imaginary birds," said the king. "I
bow. Also a spool of thread, a paper of nee- want you to get the moon for the Princess
dles, ind a lump of beeswax sorry, those Lenore."
are things my wife wrote down for me to get "The moon is three hundred thousand
her." miles away," said the royal mathematician.
want you to do now," said the king,
"Wl tat I "It is round and flat like a coin, only it is made
"is to get me
the moon. The Princess Lenore of asbestos, and it is half the size of this
wants the moon, and when she gets it, she kingdom. Furthermore, it is pasted on the
willb: well again." sky. Nobody can get the moon."
"Nc body can get the moon," said the royal The king flew into still another rage and
wizard. "It is a hundred and fifty thousand sent the royal mathematician away. Then he
miles away, and it is made of green cheese, rang for the court jester. The jester came
and it is twice as big as this palace." bounding into the throne room in his motley
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and his cap and bells, and sat at the foot of Then he thought of something else. "What
the throne. is themoon made of, princess?" he asked.
"What can J do for you, Your Majesty?" "Oh," she said, "it's made of gold, of
asked the court jester. course, silly."
"Nobody can do anything for me," said the The court jester left the Princess Lenore's
king mournfully. "The Princess Lenore wants room and went to see the royal goldsmith. He
the moon, and she cannot be well till she gets had the royal goldsmith make a tiny round
it, but nobody can get it for her. Every time I golden moon just a little smaller than the
ask anybody for the moon, it gets larger and thumbnail of the Princess Lenore. Then he
farther away. There is nothing you can do for had him string it on a golden chain so the
me except play on your lute. Something sad." princess could wear it around her neck.
"How big do they say the moon is," asked "What is this thing I have made?" asked
the court jester, "and how far away?" the royal goldsmith when he had finished it.
"The lord high chamberlain says it is "You have made the moon," said the court
thirty-five thousand miles away, and bigger jester. "That is the moon."
than the Princess Lenore's room," said the "But the moon," said the royal goldsmith,
king. "The royal wizard says it is a hundred "is five hundred thousand miles away and is
and thousand miles away, and twice as
fifty made of bronze and is round like a marble."
big as this palace. The royal mathematician "That's what you think," said the court
says it is three hundred thousand miles away, jester as he went away with the moon.
and half the size of this kingdom." The court jester took the moon to the Prin-
The court jester strummed on his lute for a cess Lenore, and she was overjoyed. The next
little while. "They are all wise men," he said, day she was well again and could get up and
"and so they must all be right. If they are all go out in the gardens to play.
right, then the moon must be just as large and But the king's worries were not yet over. He
as far away as each person thinks it is. The knew that the moon would shine in the sky
thing to do is find out how big the Princess again that night, and he did not want the
Lenore thinks it is, and how far away." Princess Lenore to see it. If she did, she would
"I never thought of that," said the king. know that the moon she wore on a chain
"I will go and ask her, Your Majesty," said around her neck was not the real moon.
the court jester. And he crept softly into the So the king sent for the lord high chamber-
little girl's room. lain and said: "We must keep the Princess
The Princess Lenore was awake, and she Lenore from seeing the moon when it shines
was glad to see the court jester, but her face in the sky tonight. Think of something."
was very pale and her voice very weak. The lord high chamberlain tapped his fore-
"Have you brought the moon to me?" she head with his fingers thoughtfully and said:
asked. "I know just the thing. We can make some
"Not yet," said the court jester, "but I will dark glasses for the Princess Lenore. We can
get it for you right away. How
big do you think make them so dark that she will not be able to
itis?" see anything at all through them. Then she
"It is just a smaller than my thumb-
little will not be able to see the moon when it shines
nail," she said, "for when I hold my thumb- in the sky."
nail up at the moon, it just covers it." This made the king very angry, and he
"And how far away is it?" asked the court shook his head from side to side. "If she wore
jester. dark glasses, she would bump into things," he
"It is not as high as the big tree outside my said, "and then she would be ill again." So he
window," said the princess, "for sometimes it sent the lord high chamberlain away and
gets caught in the top branches." called the royal wizard.
"It will be very easy to get the moon for "We must hide the moon," said the king,
you," said the court jester. "I will climb the "so that the Princess Lenore will not see it
tree tonight when it gets caught in the top when it shines in the sky tonight. How are we
branches and bring it to you." going to do that?"
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The royal wizard stood on his hands and the princess sees the moon, she will be ill
then he stood on his head and then he stood again."
on his feet again. "I know what we can do," The court jester strummed on his lute.
he said. "We can stretch some black velvet "What do your wise men say?" he asked.
curtains on poles. The curtains will cover ah" "They can think of no way to hide the moon
the palace gardens like a circus tent, and the that will not make the Princess Lenore ill,"
Princess Lenore will not be able to see said the king.
through them, so she will not see the moon in The court jester played another song, very
the sky." softly."Your wise men know everything," he
The king was so angry at this that he said, "and if they cannot hide the moon, then
waved his arms around. "Black velvet cur- it cannot be hidden."
tains would keep out the air," he said. "The The king put his head in his hands again
Princess Lenore would not be able to breathe, and sighed. Suddenly he jumped up from his
and she would be ill again." So he sent the throne and pointed to the windows. "Look!"
royal wizard away and summoned the royal he cried. "The moon is already shining into
mathematician . the Princess Lenore's bedroom. Who can ex-
"We must do something,"
said the king, "so plain how the moon can be shining in the sky
that the Princess Lenore will not see the when it is hanging on a golden chain around
moon when it shines in the sky tonight. If her neck?"
you know so much, figure out a way to do The court jester stopped playing on his
that." "Who could explain how to
lute. get the moon
The royal mathematician walked around in when your wise men said it was too large and
a circle, and then he walked around in a too far away? It was the Princess Lenore.
square, and then he stood still. "I have it!" he Therefore, the Princess Lenore is wiser than
said. "We can set off fireworks in the gardens your wise men and knows more about the
every night. We will make a lot of silver moon than they do. So I will ask her." And
fountains and golden cascades, and when before the king could stop him, the court
they go off, they will fill the sky with so many jester slipped quietly out of the throne room
sparks that it will be as light as day and the and up the wide marble staircase to the Prin-
Princess Lenore will not be able to see the cess Lenore's bedroom.
moon." The princess was lying in bed but she was
The king flew into such a rage that he wide awake and she was looking out the
began jumping up and down. "Fireworks window at the moon shining in the sky. Shin-
would keep the Princess Lenore awake," he ing in her hand was the moon the court jester
said. "She would not get any sleep at all and had got for her. He looked very sad, and there
she would be ill again." So the king sent the seemed to be tears in his eyes.
royal mathematician away. "Tell me, Princess Lenore," he said mourn-
When he looked up again, it was dark fully, "how can the moon be shining in the
outside and he saw the bright rim of the moon sky when it is hanging on a golden chain
just peeping over the horizon. He jumped up around your neck?"
in a great fright and rang for the court jester. The princess looked at him and laughed.
The court jester came bounding into the room "That is easy, silly," she said. "When I lose a
and sj.t down at the foot of the throne. tooth, a new one grows in its place, doesn't
"What can I do for you, Your Majesty?" he it?"
asked "Of course," said the court jester. "And
"Nc body can do anything for me," said the when the unicorn loses his horn in the forest,
king, -nournfully. "The moon is coming up a new one grows in the middle of his fore-
again. It will shine into the Princess Lenore' s head."
bedro( m, and she will know it is still in the "That is right," said the princess. "And
sky ar d that she does not wear it on a golden when the royal gardener cuts the flowers
chain around her neck. Play me something in the garden, other flowers come to take
on yoi r lute, something very sad, for when their place."
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"I should have thought of that," said the "What does that mean 'tame'?"
court jester, "for it is the same way with the "You do not live here," said the fox. "What
daylight." is it that you are looking for?"
"And it is the same way with the moon," "I am looking for men," said the little
said the Princess Lenore. "I guess it is the prince. "What does that mean 'tame'?"
same way with everything." Her voice be- "Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and
came very low and faded away, and the court they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also
jester saw that she was asleep. Gently he raise chickens. These are their only interests.
tucked the covers in around the sleeping prin- Are you looking for chickens?"
cess. "No," said the prince. "I am looking
little
But before he left the room, he went over to for friends. What does that mean 'tame'?"
the window and winked at the moon, for it "It is an act too often neglected," said the
seemed to the court jester that the moon had fox. "It means to establish ties."
winked at him. "
'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are
still nothing more than a little boy who is just
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
like a hundred thousand other little boys. And
I have no need of you. And you, on your part,
The Little Prince
have no need of me. To you, I am nothing
In reviewing The Little Prince, Anne Carroll more than a fox like a hundred thousand
Moore referred to it as "a book so fresh and other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall
different, so original yet so infused with wisdom need each other. To me, you will be unique in
as to take a new place among books in general." all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all
The Prince lived alone on a tiny planet.
Little the world ..."
He owned a flower of great beauty and of inordi- "I ambeginning to understand," said the
nate pride. It was this pride that ruined the littleprince. "There is a flower ... I think
serenity of the Little Prince's world and started that she has tamed ..."
him on brought him to the earth.
his travels that "It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth
In the following chapter he is in the African one sees all sorts of things."
desert, far from his planet and the things he "Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the
loved. From a fox he learns the secret of what is little prince.
really important in life. [From Antoine de Saint- The fox seemed perplexed, and very curi-
Exupery, The Little Prince (Reynal & Hitchcock, ous.
1943).] "On another planet?"
"Yes."
It was then that the fox appeared. "Are there hunters on that planet?"
"Good morning," said the fox. "No."
"Good morning," the little prince respond- "Ah, that is interesting! Are there chick-
ed politely, although when he turned around ens?"
he saw nothing. "No."
"I am right here," the voice said, "under "Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
the apple tree." But he came back to his idea.
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and "My life is very monotonous," he said. "I
added, "You are very pretty to look at." hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chick-
"I am a fox," the fox said. ens are just alike, and all the men are just
"Come and play with me," proposed the alike. And, in consequence, I am a little
little am so unhappy."
prince. "I bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the
cannot play with you," the fox said. "I
"I sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the
am not tamed." sound of a step that will be different from all
"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little the others. Other steps send me hurrying
prince. back underneath the ground. Yours will call
But, after some thought, he added: me, like music, out of my burrow. And then
FANTASY 879
look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at
do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. just any time, every day would be like every
The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. other day, and I should never have any vaca-
And that is sad. But you have hair that is the tion at all."
color of gold. Think how wonderful that will So the little prince tamed the fox. And
be when you have tamed me! The grain, when the hour of his departure drew near
which is also golden, will bring me back the "Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the "It is your own fault," said the little prince.
wind in the wheat ." . . "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long wanted me to tame you . . ."
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is Presently theDog came to him, with a
my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with stick in his mouth, and said, "Camel, O Cam-
the heart that one can see rightly; what is el, come and fetch and carry like the rest
essential is invisible to the eye." of us."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," "Humph!" said the Camel; and the Dog
the little prince repeated, so that he would be went away and told the Man.
sure to remember. Presently the Ox came to him, with the
"It is the time you have wasted for your yoke on his neck and said, "Camel, O Camel,
rose that makes your rose so important." come and plough like the rest of us."
"It is the time I have wasted for my "Humph!" said the Camel; and the Ox
"
rose said the little prince, so that he would went away and told the Man.
be sure to remember. At the end of the day the Man called the
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the Horse and the Dog and the Ox together, and
fox. "But you must not forget it. You become said, "Three, O Three, I'm very sorry for you
responsible, forever, for what you have (with the world so new-and-all); but that
tamed. You are responsible for your rose ." . .
Humph-thing in the Desert can't work, or he
"I amresponsible for my rose," the little would have been here by now, so I am going
prince repeated, so that he would be sure to to leave him alone, and you must work
remember. double-time to make up for it."
That made the Three very angry (with the
world so new-and-all), and they held a palav-
Rudyard Kipling er, and an indaba, and a punchayet, and a
work, with the world so new-and-all?" contains many geographical references; (b) de-
"Humph!" said the Camel. scribes various types of labor and dignifies them;
The Djinn sat down, with his chin in his (c) discusses citizen-police relationships in Elgin,
hand, and began to think a Great Magic, Illinois; and (d) demonstrates the folly of not
while the Camel looked at his own reflection planting diversified crops. [From Carl Sandburg,
in the pool of water. Rootabaga Stories (Harcourt, 1922).]
"You've given the Three extra work ever
since Monday morning, all on account of your
'scruciating idleness," said the Djinn; and he The Huckabuck Family and How They Raised Pop
went on thinking Magics, with his chin in his Corn in Nebraska and Quit and Came Back
hand.
"Humph!" said the Camel. Jonas Jonas Huckabuck was a farmer in
"I shouldn't say that again if were you,"
I Nebraska with a wife, Mama Mama Huck-
said the Djinn; "you might say it once too abuck, and a daughter, Pony Pony Huck-
often. Bubbles, I want you to work." abuck.
And the Camel said "Humph!" again; but "Your father gave you two names the same
no sooner had he said it than he saw his in front," people had said to him.
back, that he was so proud of, puffing up And he answered, "Yes, two names are
and puffing up into a great big lolloping easier to remember. If you call me by my first
humph. name Jonas and I don't hear you then when
"Do you see that?" said the Djinn. "That's you call me by my second name Jonas maybe
your very own humph that you've brought I will.
upon your very own self by not working. "And," he went on, "I call my pony-face
Today is Thursday, and you've done no work girlPony Pony because if she doesn't hear me
since Monday, when the work began. Now the first time she always does the second."
you are going to work." And so they lived on a farm where they
"How can I," said the Camel, "with this raised pop corn, these three, Jonas Jonas
humph on my back?" Huckabuck, his wife, Mama Mama Huck-
"That's made
a-purpose," said the Djinn, abuck, and their pony-face daughter, Pony
"all because you missed those three days. You Pony Huckabuck.
will be able to work now for three days with- After they harvested the crop one year they
out citing, because you can live on your had the barns, the cribs, the sheds, the
humph; and don't you ever say I never did shacks, and all the cracks and corners of the
anyth ng for you. Come out of the Desert and farm, all filled with pop corn.
go to the Three, and behave. Humph your- "We came out to Nebraska to raise pop
self!" corn," said Jonas Jonas, "and I guess we got
Anc the Camel humphed himself, humph nearly enough pop corn this year for the pop
and all, and went away to join the Three. And corn poppers and all the friends and relations
from hat day to this the Camel always wears
1 of all the pop corn poppers in these United
a hun ph (we call it "hump" now, not to hurt States."
his fe< lings); but he has never yet caught up And
this was the year Pony Pony was going
with he three days that he missed at the tobake her first squash pie all by herself. In
begini ing of the world, and he has never yet one corner of the corn crib, all covered over
learne i how to behave. with pop corn, she had a secret, a big round
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squash, a fat yellow squash, a rich squash all corn, but this is too much. We will not come
spotted with spots of gold. back till the wind blows away the pop corn.
She carried the squash into the kitchen, We will not come back till we get a sign and a
took a long sharp shining knife, and then she signal."
cut the squash in the middle till she had two They went to Oskaloosa, Iowa. And the
big half squashes. And inside just like outside next year Pony Pony Huckabuck was very
it was rich yellow spotted with spots of gold. proud because when she stood on the side-
And there was a shine of silver. And Pony walks in the street she could see her father
Pony wondered why silver should be in a sitting high on the seat of a coal wagon,
squash. She picked and plunged with her driving two big spanking horses hitched with
fingerstill she pulled it out. shining brass harness in front of the coal
"It'sa buckle," she said, "a silver buckle, a wagon. And though Pony Pony and Jonas
Chinese silver slipper buckle." Jonas were proud, very proud all that year,
She ran with it to her father and said, there never came a sign, a signal.
"Look what I found when I cut open the The next year again was a proud year,
golden yellow squash spotted with gold exactly as proud a year as they spent in
spots it is a Chinese silver slipper buckle." Oskaloosa. They went to Paducah, Kentucky,
"It means our luck is going to change, and to Defiance, Ohio; Peoria, Illinois; Indianapo-
we don't know whether it will be good luck or lis, Indiana; Walla Walla, Washington. And in
bad luck," said Jonas Jonas to his daughter, all these places Pony Pony Huckabuck saw
home, cut it open, and saw the inside was like The following chapter tells how
terrible sickness.
the outside, all rich yellow spotted with gold the monkeys, in gratitude, hatch a scheme to
spots. help the impoverished doctor make some mon-
There was a shine like silver. She picked ey. [From Hugh Lofting, The Story of Doctor
and plunged with her fingers and pulled and Dolittle (Lippincott-Stokes, 1920).]
"Squashes make your luck change good to grass was high and thick; and they guessed
bad and bad to good," says Pony Pony. that he was in there.
So they all joined hands and made a great
circle round the high grass. The pushmi-
Hugh Lofting pullyu heard them coming; and he tried hard
The Siory of Doctor Dolittle
to break through the ring of monkeys. But he
couldn't do it. When he saw that it was no use
LovabU Doctor Dolittle gives up his practice trying to escape, he sat down and waited to
among the "best people" of Puddleby-on-the- see what they wanted.
Marsh, to become a doctor of animals, for he They asked him if he would go with Doctor
loves tl em and understands their language. He Dolittle and be put on show in the Land of the
journeys to Africa and cures the monkeys of a White Men.
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But he shook both his heads hard and said, than ever when we get back. Chee-Chee's
"Certainly not!" perfectly right! Take the funny-looking thing
They explained to him that he would not be along, do!"
shut up in a menagerie but would just be "Well, perhaps there is something in what
looked at. They told him that the Doctor was a you say," murmured the Doctor. "It certainly
very kind man but hadn't any money; and would make a nice new kind of pet. But does
people would pay to see a two-headed animal the er what-do-you-c all-it really want to go
and the Doctor would get rich and could pay abroad?"
for the boat he had borrowed to come to "Yes, I'll go," said the pushmi-pullyu who
Africa in. saw at once, from the Doctor's face, that he
But he answered, "No. You know how shy I was a man to be trusted. "You have been so
am I hate being stared at." And he almost kind to the animals here and the monkeys
began to cry. tell me that I am the only one who will do. But
Then for three days they tried to persuade you must promise me that if I do not like it in
him. the Land of the White Men you will send me
And at the end of the third day he said he back."
would come with them and see what kind of a "Why, certainly of course, of course,"
man the Doctor was first. said the Doctor. "Excuse me, surely you are
So the monkeys traveled back with the related to the Deer Family, are you not?"
pushmi-pullyu. And when they came to "Yes," said the pushmi-pullyu "to the
where the Doctor's little house of grass was, Abyssinian Gazelles and the Asiatic
they knocked on the door. Chamois on my mother's side. My father's
The duck, who was packing the trunk, great-grandfather was the last of the Uni-
said, "Come in!" corns."
And Chee-Chee very proudly took the ani- "Most interesting!" murmured the Doc-
mal inside and showed him to the Doctor. tor; and he took a book out of the trunk
"What in the world is it?" asked John which Dab-Dab was packing and began
Dolittle, gazing at the strange creature. turning the pages. "Let us see if Buff on says
"
"Lord save us!" cried the duck. "How does anything
it make up its mind?" "I notice," said the duck, "that you only
"It doesn't look to me as though it had talk with one of your mouths. Can't the other
any," said Jip, the dog. head talk as well?"
"This, Doctor," said Chee-Chee, "is the "Oh, yes," said the pushmi-pullyu. "But I
pushmi-pullyu the rarest animal of the Af- keep the other mouth for eating mostly. In
rican jungles, the only two-headed beast in that way I can talk while I am eating without
the world Take him home with you and your
!
being rude. Our people have always been very
fortune's made. People will pay any money to polite."
see him." When the packing was finishedand every-
"But I don't want any money," said the thing was ready to start, the monkeys gave a
Doctor. grand party for the Doctor, and all the ani-
"Yes, you do," said Dab-Dab, the duck. mals of the jungle came. And they had pine-
"Don't you remember how we had to pinch apples and mangoes and honey and all sorts
and scrape to pay the butcher's bill in Pud- of good things to eat and drink.
dleby? And how are you going to get the sailor After they had all finished eating, the Doc-
the new boat you spoke of unless we have tor got up and said,
the money to buy it?" "My friends: I am not clever at speaking
"I was going to make him one," said the long words after dinner, like some men; and
Doctor. I have just eaten many fruits and much
remember never to let the flies settle on your Pinocchio's First Pranks
food -before you eat it; and do not sleep on
the ground when the rains are coming. Geppetto' s house was a poor little room on the
I er er I hope you will all live happily ground floor which drew its light from the
ever after." space under a stairway. The furniture could
When the Doctor stopped speaking and sat not have been more simple: a rough old chair,
down, all the monkeys clapped their hands a a tumble-down bed, and a rickety table; that
long time and said to one another, "Let it be was all. In the wall at the back there was a
remembered always among our people that fireplace with a lighted fire, but the flame was
he sat and ate with us, here, under the trees. painted and so was the earthen pot which
For surely he is the Greatest of Men!" boiled merrily and sent forth steam which
And the Grand Gorilla, who had the seemed real, indeed, until one knew better.
strength of seven horses in his hairy arms, Upon entering the house Geppetto quickly
rolled a great rock up to the head of the table got out his tools and began to carve and
and said, fashion his puppet. "What shall I name him?"
"This stone for all time shall mark the said he to himself. "Ah, I shall call him
spot." Pinocchio. This name will surely bring him
And even to this day, in the heart of the good luck. I once knew an entire family, by
jungle, that stone still is there. And monkey- that name Father Pinocchio, Mother Pinoc-
mothers, passing through the forest with chio and the Pinocchio children, and all of
their families, still point down at it from the them turned out well. Why, even the richest
branches and whisper to their children, "Sh! of them was a beggar."
There it is look where the Good White As soon as Geppetto had decided upon the
Man sat and ate food with us in the Year of name for his puppet he began to work in
the Great Sickness!" earnest and quickly made the hair, the face,
Then, when the party was over, the Doctor then the eyes. Imagine his amazement when
and his pets started out to go back to the he saw those eyes moving and staring up into
seashore. And all the monkeys went with him his face.
as far as the edge of their country, carrying "Wooden eyes, why do you stare at me?"
his trunk and bags, to see him off. asked the old man, resentfully. But there was
no response.
Then Geppetto made the nose, which,
Carlo Collodi
scarcely done, began to grow; and it grew and
Adventures of Pinocchio grew, and grew until it seemed that it would
never end. Poor Geppetto tried to stop it by
Pinoccnio is one of the most popular of all cutting it off, but the more he shortened it the
children's stories. It was written in Italy in 1880 more that impudent nose grew.
and has been translated into many languages. After he had finished the nose the old man
The story begins by telling of a carpenter who fashioned the mouth. No sooner was it made
wanted to make a table leg out of a piece of than it began to jeer and laugh at Geppetto.
wood, out just as he was cutting it, a small voice "Stop laughing at me!" cried the old man
called out, "Stop, you are hurting me!" Then, as angrily; but it was like talking to a stone wall.
he plared the wood, the same voice called again, "Stop laughing, I tell you!" he repeated in a
"Stop, you are tickling me!" The carpenter was threatening voice. Then the mouth stopped
afraid c f this talkative piece of wood, so he gave it laughing and stuck out its tongue. Geppetto
to his riend Geppetto, who was planning just did not wish to waste any time so he pretend-
then to make a marionette. The following chapter ed not to see and went on working.
tells hew Geppetto fashioned the little wooden After the mouth the old fellow made the
figure, but this episode is only the beginning of chin, then the neck, the shoulders, the body,
the pra iks and capers played by the mischievous the arms, and the hands. Scarcely had Gep-
Pinocd io. [From Carlo Collodi, The Adventures petto finished the hands when he felt his wig
of Pino :chio, tr. Sarah Scott Edwards.] lifted from his head. Looking up, what did he
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see? He saw his big yellow wig waving about moving aside, neatly .caught Pinocchio by the
in the hands of the puppet. nose was an absurdly long nose, made
(it
on the author's part, of realism and fancy that moment to think about stopping herself be-
makes these books unusual. The first was written fore she found herself falling down what
under the title of Alice's Adventures Under- seemed to be a very deep well.
ground for Professor Liddell's
little daughter Al- Either the well was very deep, or she fell
time one of the author's little friends.
ice, at that very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she
When urged to have this story published, Carroll went down to look about her, and to wonder
submitted it to George Macdonald (author of The what was going to happen next. First, she
Princess and the Goblin) and his family, who tried to look down and make out what she was
heartily approved of it. Then it was rewritten and coming to, but it was too dark to see anything:
added to "The Mad Hatter's Tea Party" was one then she looked at the sides of the well, and
added chapter and published under its present noticed that they were filled with cupboards
name. [From Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in and bookshelves: here and there she saw
Wonderland.] maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took
down a jar from one of the shelves as she pass-
ed; it was labeled "ORANGE MARMALADE,"
Down the Rabbit-Hole
but to her great disappointment it was emp-
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting ty; she did not like to drop the jar for fear
by her sister on the bank, and of having of killing somebody underneath, so managed
nothing to do; once or twice she had peeped to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell
into the book her sister was reading, but it past it.
had no pictures or conversations in it, "and "Well!" thought Alice to herself, "after
what is the use of a book," thought Alice, such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of
"without pictures or conversations?" tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all
So she was considering in her own mind (as think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say any-
well as she could, for the hot day made her thing about it, even if I fell off the top of the
feel very sleepy and whether the
stupid), house!" (Which was very likely true.)
pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be Down, down, down. Would the fall never
worth the trouble of getting up and picking come to an end? "I wonder how many miles
the daisies, when suddenly a white rabbit I've fallenby this time?" she said aloud. "I
with pink eyes ran close by her. must be getting somewhere near the center of
There was nothing so very remarkable in the earth. Let me see: that would be four
that; nor did Alice think it so very much out thousand miles down, I think" (for, you see,
of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh Alice had learnt several things of this sort in
dear! Oh I shall be too late!" (when she
dear! her lessons in the schoolroom, and though
thought overitafterward, it occurred to her this was not a very good opportunity for
that she ought to have wondered at this, but showing off her knowledge, as there was no
at the i:ime it all seemed quite natural); but one to listen to her, still it was good practice to
when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of say it over) "yes, that's about the right
its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and distance but then wonder what latitude or
I
then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it longitude I've got to?" (Alice had not the
flashed across her mind that she had never slightest idea what latitude was, or longitude
before >een a rabbit with either a waistcoat- either, but she thought they were nice grand
pocket or a watch to take out of it, and, words to say.)
burning with curiosity, she ran across the Presently she began again: "I wonder if
field af er it, and was just in time to see it pop
i
I shall fall right through the earth! How fun-
down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. ny it'll seem to come out among the people
In ai other moment down went Alice after that walk with their heads downwards! The
it, nev( r once considering how in the world Antipathies, I think" (she was rather glad
she wa to get out again. there was no one listening, this time, as it
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a didn't sound at all the right word) "but I
tunnel or some way, and then dipped sud-
?
shallhave to ask them what the name of the
denly d >wn, so suddenly that Alice had not a country is, you know. Please, ma'am, is this
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New Zealand or Australia?" (And she tried was nothing on but a tiny golden key, and
it
to curtsey as she spoke fancy curtseying Alice's first idea was
that this might belong to
as you're falling through the air! Do you one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either
think you could manage it?) "And what an the locks were too large, or the key was too
ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! small, but at any rate it would not open any of
No, never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it
it'll them. However, on the second time round,
written up somewhere." she came upon a low curtain she had not
Down, down, down. There was nothing noticed before, and behind it was a little door
else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. about fifteen inches high: she tried the little
"Dinah'll miss me very much tonight, I golden key in the lock, and to her great delight
should think!" (Dinah was the cat.) "I hope it fitted!
they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea- Alice opened the door and found it led into
time. Dinah, my dear! I wish you were down a small passage, not much larger than a
here with me! There are no mice in the air, rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the
I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and passage into the loveliest garden you ever
that's very like a mouse, you know. But do saw. How she longed to get out of that dark
cats eat bats, I wonder?" And here Alice hall, and wander about among those beds of
began to get rather sleepy, and went on say- bright flowers and those cool fountains, but
ing to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, "Do she could not even get her head through the
cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?" and some- doorway; "and even if my head would go
times, "Do bats eat cats?" for, you see, as she through," thought poor Alice, "it would be of
couldn't answer either question, it didn't very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how
much matter which way she put it. She felt I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think
that she was dozing off, and had just begun to I could, if I only knew how to begin." For, you
dream that she was walking hand in hand see, so many out-of-the-way things had hap-
with Dinah, and was saying to her very ear- pened lately that Alice had begun to think
nestly, "Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did that very few things indeed were really im-
you ever eat a bat?" when suddenly, thump! possible.
thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks There seemed to be no use in waiting by the
and dry leaves, and the fall was over. little door, so she went back to the table, half
was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up
Alice hoping she might find another key on it, or at
on her feet in a moment: she looked up, but
to any rate a book of rules for shutting people up
it was all dark overhead; before her was like telescopes: this time she found a little
another long passage, and the White Rabbit bottle on it ("which certainly was not here
was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was before," said Alice) and tied round the neck of
not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the bottle was a paper label with the words
the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, "DRINK ME" beautifully printed on it in
as it turned a corner, "Oh, my ears and whisk- large letters.
ers, how late it'sgetting!" She was close It was all very well to say "Drink me," but
behind it when she turned the corner, but the the wise little Alice was not going to do that
Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found in a hurry: "no, I'll look first," she said, "and
herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by see whether it's marked 'poison' or not"; for
a row of lamps hanging from the roof. she had read several nice little stories about
There were doors all round the hall, but children who had got burnt, and eaten up by
they were all locked, and when Alice had wild beasts, and other unpleasant things, all
been all the way down one side and up the because they would not remember the simple
other, trying every door, she walked sadly rules their friends had taught them, such as,
down the middle, wondering how she was that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold
ever to get out again. it too long; and that if you cut your finger very
Suddenly she came upon a little three- deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she
legged table, all made of solid glass; there had never forgotten that, if you drink much
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from a bottle marked "poison," it is almost enough of me left to make one respectable
certain to disagree with you, sooner or later. person!"
However, this bottle was not marked "poi- Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that
son," so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding was lying under the table: she opened it, and
it very nice (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed found in it a very small cake, on which the
flavor of cherry-tart, custard, pineapple, roast words "EAT ME" were beautifully marked in
turkey, toffy, and hot buttered toast) she very currants. "Well, I'll eat it," said Alice, "and if
soon finished it off. it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key;
ing to box her own ears for having cheated ess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whisk-
herself in a game of croquet she was playing ers! She'll get me
executed, as sure as ferrets
agains herself, for this curious child was are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I
very fo id of pretending to be two people. "But wonder?" Alice guessed in a moment that it
no jse now," thought poor Alice, "to pre-
it's was looking for the fan and the pair of white
tend t( be two people! Why, there's hardly kid gloves, and she good-naturedly began
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hunting about for them, but they were no- again, for really I'm quite tired of being such
where to be seen everything seemed to a tiny little thing!"
have changed since her swim in the pool, and It did so indeed, and much sooner than she
the great hall, with the glass table and the had expected: before she had drunk half the
little door, had vanished completely. bottle, she found her head pressing against
Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck
went hunting about, and called out to her, in from being broken. She hastily put down the
an angry tone, "Why, Mary Ann, what are you bottle, saying to herself, "That's quite
doing out here? Run home this moment, and enough I hope I shan't grow any more As
fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, it is, I can't get out at the door I do wish I
now!" And Alice was so much frightened that hadn't drunk quite so much!"
she ran off at once in the direction it pointed Alas! It was too late to wish that! She went
to, without trying to explain the mistake that on growing, and growing, and very soon had
it had made. to kneel down on the floor: in another minute
"He took me
for his housemaid," she said there was not even room for this, and she
to herself as she ran. "How surprised he'll be tried the effect of lying down with one elbow
when he finds out who I am! But I'd better against the door, and the other arm curled
take him his fan and gloves that is, if I can round her head. Still she went on growing,
find them." As she said this, she came upon a and, as a last resource, she put one arm out of
neat little house, on the door of which was a the window and one foot up the chimney, and
bright brass plate with the name "W. RAB- said to herself, "Now I can do no more,
BIT" engraved upon it. She went in without whatever happens. What will become of
knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear me?"
lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had
be turned out of the house before she had now had its full effect, and she grew no
found the fan and gloves. larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and,
"Howqueer it seems," Alice said to herself, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of her
"to be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose ever getting out of the room again, no wonder
Dinah '11 be sending me on messages next!" she felt unhappy.
And she began fancying the sort of thing that "It was much pleasanter at home,"
would happen: "'Miss Alice! Come here di- thought poor Alice, "when one wasn't always
rectly,and get ready for your walk!' 'Coming growing larger and smaller, and being or-
in a minute, nurse! But I've got to watch this dered about by mice and rabbits. I almost
mouse-hole till Dinah comes back, and see wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole
that the mouse doesn't get out.' Only I don't and yet and yet it's rather curious, you
think," Alice went on, "that they'd let Dinah know, this sort of life! I do wonder what can
stop in the house if it began ordering people have happened to me! When I used to read
about like that!" fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing
By this time she had found her way into a never happened, and now here I am in the
tidy little room with a table in the window, middle of one! There ought to be a book writ-
and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or ten about me, that there ought! And when I
three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took grow up, I'll write one but I'm grown up
up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was now," she added in a sorrowful tone: "at
just going to leave the room, when her eye fell least there's no room to grow up any more
upon a little bottle that stood near the here."
looking-glass. There was no label this time "But then," thought Alice, "shall I never
with the words "DRINK ME," but neverthe- get any older than I am now? That'll be a
less she uncorked it and put it to her lips. "I comfort, one way never to be an old
know something interesting is sure to hap- woman but then always to have lessons
pen," she said to herself, "whenever I eat or to learn! Oh, I shouldn't like that!"
drink anything; so I'll just see what this bottle "Oh, you foolish Alice!" she answered her-
does. I do hope it'll make me grow large self. "How can you learn lessons in here?
FANTASY 891
Why, there's hardly room for you, and no last she spread outher hand again, and made
room at all for any lesson-books!" another snatch in the air. This time there
And so she went
on, taking first one side were two little shrieks, and more sounds of
and then the and making quite a con-
other, broken glass. "What a number of cucumber-
versation of it altogether, but after a few frames there must be!" thought Alice. "I
minutes she heard a voice outside, and wonder what they'll do next! As for pulling
stopped to listen. me out of the window, I only wish they could!
"Mary Ann! Mary Ann!" said the voice. I'm sure / don't want to stay in here any
"Fetch me my
gloves this moment!" Then longer!"
came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. She waited for some time without hearing
Alice knew it was the Rabbit coming to look anything more: at last came a rumbling of
for her, and she trembled till she shook the little cart-wheels, and the sound of a good
house, quite forgetting that she was now many voices all talking together: she made
about a thousand times as large as the Rab- out the words: "Where's the other ladder?
bit, and had no reason to be afraid of it. Why, I hadn't to bring but one. Bill's got the
Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, other Bill! Fetch it here, lad! Here, put
and tried to open it, but, as the door opened 'em at this corner No, tie 'em together
inward, and Alice's elbow was pressed hard first they don't reach half high enough
against it, that attempt proved a failure. Alice yet Oh, they'll do well enough. Don't be
heard it say to itself, "Then I'll go round and particular Here, Bill! Catch hold of this
get in at the window." rope Will the roof bear? Mind that loose
"That you won't!" thought Alice, and, after slate Oh, coming down! Heads below!"
it's
waiting till she fancied she heard the Rabbit (a loud crash) "Now, who did that? It
just under the window, she suddenly spread was Bill, I fancy Who's to go down the
out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. chimney? Nay, /shan't! You do it! That I
She did not get hold of anything, but she won't, then! Bill's got to go down Here,
heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of Bill! The master says you've got to go down
broken glass, from which she concluded that the chimney!"
it was just possible it had fallen into a "Oh! So Bill's got to come down the chim-
cucumber-frame, or something of the sort. ney, has he?" said Alice to herself. "Why, they
Next came an angry voice the seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn't
Rabbit's "Pat! Pat! Where are you?" And be in Bill's place for a good deal; this fireplace
then a voice she had never heard before, is narrow, to be sure; but I think 1 can kick a
"Sure then I'm here! Digging for apples, yer little!"
honor!' She drew her foot as far down the chimney
"Digging for apples, indeed!" said the Rab- as she could, and waited till she heard a little
bit angrily. "Here! Come and help me out of animal (she couldn't guess of what sort it
this!" (Sounds of more broken glass.) was) scratching and scrambling about in the
"Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the win- chimney close above her: then, saying to
dow?" herself, "This is Bill," she gave one sharp
"Sun;, it's an arm, yer honor!" (He pro- kick, and waited to see what would happen
nounced it "arrum.") next.
"An ;irm, you goose! Who ever saw one that The first thing she heard was a general
size? Why, it fills the whole window!" chorus of "There goes Bill!" then the Rabbit's
"Sur<;, it does, yer honor: but it's an arm for voice alone "Catch him, you by the hedge!"
"
all that then silence, and then another confusion of
"Wei ,
it's got no business there, at any voices "Hold up his head Brandy now
rate: gc and take itaway!" Don't choke him How was it, old fellow?
Thero was a long silence after this, and What happened to you? Tell us all about it!"
Alice cc uld only hear whispers now and then; Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice
such as "Sure, I don't like it, yer honor, at all, ("That's Bill," thought Alice), "Well, I hardly
at all!" 'Do as I tell you, you coward!" and at know No more, thank ye; I'm better now
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but I'm a deal too flustered to tell you all I peering about anxiously among the trees, a
know something comes at me like a Jack-
is, littlesharp bark just over her head made her
in-the-box, and up I goes like a sky-rocket!" look up in a great hurry.
"So you did, old fellow!" said the others. An enormous puppy was looking down at
"We must burn the house down!" said the her with large round eyes, and feebly stretch-
Rabbit's voice. And Alice called out, as loud ing out one paw, trying to touch her. "Poor
as she could, "If you do, I'll set Dinah at you!" little thing!" said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and
There was a dead silence instantly, and she tried hard to whistle to it, but she was
Alice thought to herself, "I wonder what they terribly frightened all the time at the thought
will do next! If they had any sense, they'd that it might be hungry, in which case it
take the roof off." After a minute or two, they would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all
began moving about again, and Alice heard her coaxing.
the Rabbit say, "A barrowful will do, to begin Hardly knowing what she did, she picked
with." up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the
"A barrowful of what?" thought Alice. But puppy: whereupon the puppy jumped into the
she had not long to doubt, for the next mo- air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of
ment a shower of little pebbles came rattling delight, and rushed at the stick, and made-be-
in at the window, and some of them hit her in lieve to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a
the face. "I'll put a stop to this," she said to great thistle, to keep herself from being run
herself, and shouted out, "You'd better not do over, and, the moment she appeared on the
that again!" which produced another dead other side, the puppy made another rush at
silence. the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its
Alice noticed, with some surprise, that the hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it
pebbles were all turning into little cakes as was very like having a game of play with a
they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came cart-horse,and expecting every moment to be
into her head. "If I eat one of these cakes," trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle
she thought, "it's sure to make some change again; then the puppy began a series of short
in my size; can't possibly make me
and, as it charges at the stick, running a very little way
larger, it must make me
smaller, I suppose." forward each time and a long way back, and
So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat
delighted to find that she began shrinking down a good way off, panting, with its tongue
directly. As soon as she was small enough to hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes
get through the door, she ran out of the house, half-shut.
and found quite a crowd of little animals and This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for
birds waiting outside. The poor little lizard, making her escape, so she set off at once, and
Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two ran till she was quite tired and out of breath,
guinea-pigs, who were giving it something and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint
out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice in the distance.
the moment she appeared; but she ran off as "And yet what a dear little puppy it was!"
hard as she could, and soon found herself said Alice, as she leaned against a buttercup
safe in a thick wood. to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of
"The first thing I've got to do," said Alice the leaves. "I should have liked teaching it
to herself, as she wandered about in the tricks very much, if if I'd only been the
wood, "is to grow to my right size again; right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgot-
and the second thing is to find my way into ten that I've got to grow up again! Let me
that lovely garden. I think that will be the see how is it to be managed? I suppose I
best plan." ought to eat or drink something or other; but
"
It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and the great question is 'What?'
very neatly and simply arranged; the only The great question certainly was "What?"
difficulty was, that she had not the smallest Alice looked all round her at the flowers and
idea how to set about it; and, while she was the blades of grass, but she could not see
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anything that looked like the right thing to eat "I suppose," he said smugly, "you didn't
or drink under the circumstances. There was deserve them!"
a large mushroom growing near her, about And he tucked the sixpence carefully into
the same height as herself; and when she the pocket of his sailor suit.
had looked under it, and on both sides of "That's fourpence for the ice creams," said
it, and behind it, it occurred to her that she Jane. "And we'll buy a Lot-o'-Fun with the
might as well look and see what was on the rest."
top of it. "Out of my way, Miss, if you please !" said a
She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and haughty voice behind her.
peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and As neat and trim as a fashion-plate, Mary
her eyes immediately met those of a large Poppins came down the steps with Annabel.
blue caterpillar, that was sitting on the top She dumped her into the perambulator and
with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long pushed it past the children.
hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of "Now, quick march into the park!" she
her or of anything else. snapped. "And no meandering!"
Down the path straggled Jane and Mi-
chael, with John and Barbara at their heels.
P. L. Travers The sun spread over Cherry Tree Lane like a
bright enormous umbrella. Thrushes and
Mary Poppins Opens the Door blackbirds sang in the trees. Down at the
Mary Poppins, the unpredictable nursery govern- corner Admiral Boom was busily mowing his
ess in the Banks family, is a delightful character in lawn.
children's literature.
Stern, efficient, yet kind, From the distance came sounds of martial
and endowed with the gift of magic, she makes music. The band was playing at the end of the
the most commonplace events, such as a trip to park. Along the walks went the flowery sun-
the park (which you may read about in the shades and beneath them sauntered gossip-
chapter below) take on a fantastic turn. The Mary ing ladies, exchanging the latest news.
Poppins books are classics of fantasy and non- The park keeper, in his summer suit blue
sense. They have been translated into many lan- with a red stripe on the sleeve was keeping
guages and are the delight of children all over the an eye on everyone as he tramped across the
world. (From P. L. Travers, Mary Poppins Opens lawns.
the Door (Harcourt, 1943).] "Observe the rules! Keep off the grass! All
litter to be placed in the baskets!" he shouted.
Jane gazed at the sunny, dreamy scene.
The Marble Boy
"It's just like Mr. Twigley's box," she said
"And don't forget to buy me an evening pa- with a happy sigh.
per!" said Mrs. Banks, as she handed Jane Michael put his ear to the trunk of an oak.
two pennies and kissed her good-bye. "I believe I can hear it growing!" he
Michael looked at his mother reproach- cried. "It makes a small, soft, creeping
"
fully. sound
"
"Is that all you're going to give us?" he You'll be creeping in a minute! Right back
asked. "What'll happen if we meet the ice home, unless you hurry!" Mary Poppins
cream man?" warned him.
"Wei," said Mrs. Banks reluctantly, "No rubbish allowed in the park!" shouted
"here's another sixpence. But I do think the keeper, as she swept along the Lime
you children get too many treats. / didn't Walk.
have ic es every day when I was a little girl." "Rubbish yourself!" she retorted briskly,
Micl ael looked at her curiously. He could with a haughty toss of her head.
not bel eve she had ever been a little girl. Mrs. He took off his hat and fanned his face as
George Banks in short skirts and her hair tied he stared at her retreating back. And you
up wit] i ribbons? Impossible! knew from the way Mary Poppins smiled that
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she knew quite well he was staring. How carved in faded gilt letters at the base of
could he help it, she thought to herself. the pedestal.
Wasn't she wearing her new white jacket, "How bright he is today!" breathed Jane,
with the pink collar and the pink belt and the blinking her eyes at the shining marble.
four pink buttons down the front? And it was at that moment that she saw the
"Which way are we going today?" asked elderly gentleman.
Michael. He was sitting at the foot of the statue,
"That remains to be seen!" she answered reading a book with the aid of a magnifying
him priggishly. glass. His bald head was sheltered from the
"
"I was only inquiring Michael ar- sun by a knotted silk handkerchief, and lying
gued. on the bench beside him was a black top hat.
"Don't, then!" she advised, with a warning The children stared at the curious figure
sniff. with fascinated eyes.
"She never lets me say anything!" he "That's Mary Poppins's favorite seat! She
grumbled under his hat to Jane. "I'll go dumb will be cross!" exclaimed Michael.
some day and then she'll be sorry." "Indeed? And when was I ever cross?" her
Mary Poppins thrust the perambulator in voice inquired behind him.
front of her as though she were running an The remark quite shocked him. "Why,
obstacle race. you're often cross, Mary Poppins!" he said.
"This way, please!" she commanded pres- "At least fifty times a day!"
ently, as she swung the pram to the right. "Never!" she said, with an angry snap. "I
And they knew, then, where they were have the patience of a boa constrictor! I mere-
going. For the little path that turned out of the ly my mind!"
speak
Lime Walk led away toward the lake. She flounced away and sat down on a
There, beyond the tunnels of shade, lay the bench exactly opposite the statue. Then she
shining patch of water. It sparkled and glared across the lake at the elderly gentle-
danced in its net of sunlight and the children man. It was a look that might have killed
felt their hearts beat faster as they ran anybody else. But the elderly gentleman was
through the shadows toward it. quite unaffected. He went on poring over his
"I'll make a boat, and sail it to Africa!" book and took no notice of anyone. Mary
shouted Michael, forgetting his crossness. Poppins, with an infuriated sniff, took her
"I'll go fishing!" cried Jane, as she galloped mending-bag from the perambulator and
past him. began to darn the socks.
Laughing and whooping and waving their The children scattered round the sparkling
hats, they came to the shining water. All water.
round the lake stood the dusty green benches, "Here's my boat!" shrieked Michael,
and the ducks went quacking along the edge, snatching a piece of colored paper from a
greedily looking for crusts. litter basket.
At the far end of the water stood the bat- "I'm fishing," said Jane, as she lay on her
tered marble statue of the boy and the dol- stomach and stretched her hand over the
phin. Dazzling white and bright it shone, water. She imagined a fishing-rod in her fin-
between the lake and the sky. There was a gers and a line running down, with a hook
small chip off the boy's nose and a line like a and a worm. After a little while, she knew, a
black thread round his ankle. One of the fish would swim lazily up to the hook and give
fingers of his left hand was broken off at the the worm a tweak. Then, with a jerk, she
joint. And all his toes were cracked. would land him neatly and take him home in
There he stood, on his high pedestal, her hat. "Well, I never!" Mrs. Brill would say.
with his arm flung lightly round the neck "It's justwhat we needed for supper!"
of the dolphin. His head, with its ruffle of Beside her the twins were happily pad-
marble curls, was bent toward the water. dling. Michael steered his ship through a
He gazed down at it thoughtfully with wide terrible storm. Mary Poppins sat primly on
marble eyes. The name NELEUS was her bench and rocked the perambulator with
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one foot. Her silver needle flashed in the "And I'll tell you Yellow Dog Dingo," said
sunlight. The park was quiet and dreamy and Michael, "and The Butterfly That Stamped."
still. "No!" said the elderly gentleman suddenly.
Bang! "Here I am with a suit of clothes and a hat.
The elderly gentleman closed his book and And he's quite naked. I'll give him the book! I
the sound shattered the silence. suppose," he added, with a gloomy sigh, "I
"Oh, I say!" protested a shrill, sweet voice. was never meant to have it."
"You might have let me finish!" He gave the book a last long look, and,
Jane and Michael looked up in surprise. thrusting it at the marble boy, he turned away
They stared. They blinked. And they stared quickly. But the dolphin wriggled and caught
again. For there, on the grass before them, his eye and he turned to the boy again.
stood the little marble statue. The marble "By the way," he said, curiously, "I wonder
dolphin was clasped in his arms and the how you caught that porpoise? What did you
pedestalwas quite empty. use a line or a net?"
The elderly gentleman opened his mouth. "Neither," replied the boy, with a smile.
Then he shut it and opened it again. "He was given to me when I was born."
"Er did you say something?" he said at "Oh I see." The elderly gentleman nod-
last, and his eyebrows went up to the top of ded, though he still looked rather puzzled.
his head. "Well, I must be getting along. Good day!" He
"Yes, of course I did!" the boy replied. "I lifted the black top hat politely and hurried
was reading over your shoulder there" he off down the path.
pointed toward the empty pedestal "and "Thank you!" the marble boy shouted after
you closed the book too quickly. I wanted to him, as he eagerly opened the book. On the
finish the elephant story and see how he got fly-leaf was written, in spidery writing, "Wil-
his trunk." liam Weatherall Wilkins."
"Oh, I beg your pardon," said the elderly "I'll cross out his name and put mine in-
gentleman. "I had no idea er of such a stead." The boy smiled gaily at Jane and
thing. I always stop reading at four, you see. I Michael.
have to get home to my tea." "But what is your name? And how can you
He rose and folded the handkerchief and read?" cried Michael, very astonished.
picked up the black top hat. "My name is Neleus," the boy said, laugh-
"Well, now that you've finished," the boy ing. "And I read with my eyes, of course!"
said calmly, "you can give the book to me!" "But you're only a statue!" Jane protested.
The elderly gentleman drew back, clutch- "And statues don't usually walk and talk.
ing the book to his breast. However did you get down?"
"Oh, I couldn't do that, I'm afraid," he "I jumped," replied Neleus, smiling again,
said. "You see, I've only just bought it. I as he tossed his marble curls. "I was so
wanted to read it when I was young, but the disappointed not to finish that story that
grownups always got it first. And now that something happened to my feet. First they
I've goi; a copy of my own, I really feel I must twitched, and then they jumped, and the next
"
keep it I knew I was down on the grass!" He curled
He eyed the statue uneasily as though he his little marble toes and stamped on the
feared that at any moment it might snatch earth with his marble feet. "Oh, lucky, lucky
the bock away. human beings to be able to do this every day!
"/ could tell you about the elephant's I've watched you so often, Jane and Michael,
"
child Jane murmured shyly to the and wished I could come and play with you.
boy. And now at last my wish has come true. Oh,
He wheeled around with the fish in his tell me you're glad to see me!"
arms. He touched their cheeks with his marble
"Oh. Jane would you really?" he cried in fingers and crowed with joy as he danced
surpris j. His marble face gleamed with around them. Then, before they could utter a
pleasui e. word of welcome, he sped like a hare to the
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edge of the lake and dabbled his hand in the "Do you know Mary Poppins?" de-
water. manded Michael. "Where did you meet her?"
"So this is what water feels like!" he he wanted to know. He was feeling a little
cried. "So deep and so blue and as light as jealous.
air!" He leaned out over the sparkling lake "Of course I do!" exclaimed Neleus, laugh-
and the dolphin gave a flick of its tail and ing. "She's a very old friend of my
father's."
slipped from his arms with a splash. "What is your father's name? Where is
"Catch him! He'll sink!" cried Michael he?" Jane was almost bursting with cu-
quickly. riosity.
But the dolphin did nothing of the kind. It "Far away. In the Isles of Greece. He is
swam round the lake and threshed the water; called the King of the Sea." As he spoke, the
it dived and caught its tail in its mouth and marble eyes of Neleus brimmed slowly up
leapt in the air and dived again. The perform- with sadness.
ance was just like a turn in the circus. And as "What does he do?" demanded Michael.
it sprang, dripping, to the arms of its master, "Does he go to the City like Daddy?"
the children could not help clapping. "Oh, no. He never goes anywhere. He
"Was it good?" asked Neleus enviously. stands on a cliff above the sea, holding his
And the dolphin grinned and nodded. trident and blowing his horn. Beside him my
"Good!" cried a well-known voice behind mother sits, combing her hair. And Pelias
them, "/call it extremely naughty!" that's myyounger brother plays at their
Mary Poppins was standing at the edge of feet with a marble shell. And all day long the
the lake and her eyes were as bright as her gulls fly past them, making black shadows on
darning needle. Neleus sprang to his feet their marble bodies, and telling them news of
with a little cry and hung his head before her. the harbor. By day they watch the red-sailed
He looked very young and small and shy as he ships going in and out of the bay. And at night
waited for her to speak. they listen to the wine-dark waters that break
"Who said you might get down, may I ask?" on the shore below."
Her face had its usual look of fury. "How lovely!" cried Jane. "But why did you
He shook his head guiltily. leave them?"
"No one," he mumbled. "My feet jumped She was thinking that she would never
down by themselves, Mary Poppins." have left Mr. and Mrs. Banks and Michael
"Then they'd better jump up again, spit- alone on the cliffs of Greece.
spot. You've no right to be off your pedestal." "I didn't want to," said the marble boy.
He tilted back his marble head and the "But what can a statue do against men? They
sunlight glanced off his small chipped nose. were always coming to stare at us peeking
"Oh, can't I stay down, Mary Poppins?" he and prying and pinching our arms. They said
pleaded. "Do let me stay for a little while and we were made a long time ago by a very
play with Jane and Michael? You don't know famous artist. And one day somebody said
how lonely it is up there, with only the birds to Til take him!' and he pointed at me. So I
talk to!" The earnest marble eyes entreated had to go."
her. "Please, Mary Poppins!" he whispered He hid his eyes for a moment behind the
softly, as he clasped his marble hands. dolphin's fin.
She gazed down thoughtfully for a mo- "What happened then?" demanded Jane.
ment, as though she were making up her "How did you get to our park?"
mind. Then her eyes softened. A little smile "In a packing-case," said Neleus calmly,
skipped over her mouth and crinkled the edge and laughed at their look of astonishment.
of her cheek. "Oh, we always travel that way, you know.
"Well, just for this afternoon!" she said. My family is very much in demand. People
"This one time, Neleus! Never again!" want us for parks or museums or gardens. So
"Never I promise, Mary Poppins!" He they buy us and send us by parcel post. It
gave her an impish grin. never seems to occur to them that some of
FANTASY 897
us might be lonely." He choked a little on cream man fished inside his barrow and
the word. Then he flung up his head with a brought out a raspberry bar. "Take this and
lordly gesture. "But don't let's think about see 'ow you like it!"
that!" he cried. "It's been much better since Neleus broke the bar with his marble fin-
you two came. Oh, Jane and Michael, I know gers. He popped one half in the dolphin's
you so well as if you were part of my mouth and began to lick the other.
family. I know about Michael's kite and his "Delicious," he said, "much better than
compass; and the Doulton bowl, and Rob- seaweed."
ertson Ay, and the things you have for sup- "Seaweed? I should think so! Wot's sea-
per. Didn't you ever notice me listening? weed got to do with it? But talking of sea-
And reading the fairy-tales over your shoul- weed, that's a nice big cod!" The ice cream
ders?" man waved his hand at the dolphin. "If you
Jane and Michael shook their heads. took it along to the fishmonger, 'e'd give you a
"I know Alice in Wonderland by heart," he fancy price."
went on. "And most of Robinson Crusoe. And The dolphin gave its tail a flick and its face
Everything a Lady Should Know, which is looked very indignant.
Mary Poppins's favorite. But best of all are "Oh, I don't want to sell him," said Neleus
the colored comics, especially the one called quickly. "He isn't just a fish he's a friend!"
Lot-o'-Fun. What happened to Tiger Tim this "A fishy kind of friend!" said the man.
week? Did he get away safely from Uncle "Why doesn't 'e tell you to put on your
Moppsy?" clothes? You'll catch your death running
"The new one comes out today," said Jane. round stark naked. Well, no offense meant!
"We'llall read it together!" Ting-aling! Ting-aling!" He rode away whis-
"Oh, dear! How happy I am!" cried Neleus. tlingand ringing his bell.
"The elephant's child, and a new Lot-o'-Fun, Neleus glanced at the children out of the
and my legs like the wings of a bird. I don't corner of his eye and the three burst out into
know when my birthday is, but I think it must peals of laughter.
be today!" He hugged the dolphin and the "Oh, dear!" cried Neleus, gasping for
book in his arms and capered across the breath, "I believe he thinks I'm human! Shall
grass. I run and tell him he's made a mistake? That
"Hi! Ting-aling-aling! Look where you're I haven't worn clothes for two thousand years
going!" the ice cream man gave a warning and never caught even a sniffle?"
cry. He was wheeling his barrow along by the He was just about to dart after the barrow
lake. The printed notice in front of it said: when Michael gave a shout.
"Look out! Here's Willoughby!" he cried,
ME AND BUY ONE
STOP and swallowed the rest of his ice in one gulp.
WHAT WONDERFUL WEATHER! For Willoughby, who belonged to Miss
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!" cried the children Lark, had a habit of jumping up at the chil-
wildly, as they ran toward the barrow. dren and snatching the food from their
"Chocolate!" said Michael. hands. He had rough, bouncy, vulgar man-
"Lemon!" cried Jane. ners and no respect for anyone. But what else
And hands
the fat little twins put out their could you expect of a dog who was half an
and gladly took what was given them. airedale and half a retriever and the worst
"And wot about you!" said the ice cream half of both?
man, i s Neleus came and stood shyly beside There he came, lolloping over the grass,
him. sticking out his tongue. Andrew, who was as
"I don't know what to choose," said well-bred as Willoughby was common,
Neleut. "I never had one before." tripped gracefully after htm. And Miss Lark
"Wo:! Never 'ad a nice? Wot's the herself followed breathlessly.
matter weak stummick? A boy your size "Just out for a spin before tea!" she trilled.
should know all about ices! 'Ere!" The ice "Such a beautiful day and the dogs
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insisted Good gracious, what is that I "Indeed?" she said tartly. And Jane and
see?" Michael waited, trembling, for what was
She broke off, panting, and stared at surely coming. But nothing happened. Her
Neleus. Her face, already red, grew redder, face had an answering look of mischief and
and she looked extremely indignant. the blue eyes and the marble eyes smiled
"You naughty, wicked boy!" she cried. gently at each other.
"What are you doing to that poor fish? Don't "Neleus," she said quietly, "you have ten
you know it will die if it stays out of water?" minutes more. You can come with us to the
Neleus raised a marble eyebrow. The dol- bookstall and back."
phin swung its tail over its mouth to hide a "And then ?" he said, with a questioning
marble smile. look, as he tightened his arms round the
"You see?" said Miss Lark. "It's writhing in dolphin.
agony! You must put it back into the water She did not answer. She looked across the
this minute!" sparkling lake and nodded toward the pedes-
"Oh, I couldn't do that," said Neleus quick- tal.
ly. "I'm afraid he'd be lonely without me." He "Oh, can't he stay longer, Mary Pop-
was trying to be polite to Miss Lark. But the pins ?" the children began to protest. But
dolphin was not. He flapped his tail and wrig- the eager question froze on their lips, for
gled and grinned in a very discourteous man- Mary Poppins was glaring.
ner. "I said tenminutes," she remarked. "And
"Don't answer me back! Fish are never ten minutes is what I meant. You needn't look
lonely! You are just making silly excuses." at me like that, either. I am not a grisly
Miss Lark made an angry gesture toward gorilla."
the green bench. "Oh, don't start arguing!" cried Neleus.
"I do think, Mary Poppins," she said, "you "We mustn't waste a second!" He sprang to
might keep an eye on the children! This his feetand seized Jane's hand. "Show me
naughty boy, whoever he is, must put that the way to the bookstall!" he said. And drew
fish back where he got it!" her away through the spreading sunlight and
Mary Poppins favored Miss Lark with a over the grassy lawns.
stare. "I'm afraid that's quite impossible, Behind them Mary Poppins lifted the twins
ma'am. He'd have to go too far." into the perambulator and hurried along with
"Far or near it doesn't matter. He must Michael.
put it back this instant. It's cruelty to animals Lightly across the summer grasses ran
and it shouldn't be allowed. Andrew and Jane and the marble boy. His curls flew out on
Willoughby come with me! I shall go at the wind with hers and her hot breath blew on
once and tell the Lord Mayor!" his marble cheeks. Within her soft and living
Away she bustled, with the dogs at her fingers the marble hand grew warmer.
heels. Willoughby, as he trotted by, winked "This way!" she cried, as she tugged at his
rudely at the dolphin. arm and drew him into the Lime Walk.
"And tell him to put his clothes on! He'll get At the end of it, by the far gate, stood the
sunburnt, running about like that!" shrieked gaily painted bookstall. A bright sign nailed
Miss Lark, as she hurried off. above it said:
looked as though nothing in the world could ought to be taking care of you!" Mr. Folly
disturb it. glanced reproachfully at Mary Poppins. And
"Well, if it isn't Jane Banks and friend!" he she gave him an outraged glare.
remarked mildly. "I think I can guess what "Someone is taking care of him, thank
you've come for!" you!" she said. As she spoke she unbuttoned
"The Evening News and Lot-o'-Fun," her new white jacket and slipped it round
panted Jane, as she put down the pennies. Neleus' shoulders.
Neleus seized the colored comic and "There!" she said gruffly. "You won't be
skimmed the pages quickly. cold now. And no thanks to you, Mr. Folly!"
"Does Tiger Tim get away?" cried Michael, Neleus looked from the coat to Mary Pop-
as he dashed up, breathless, behind them. pins and his marble eyes grew wider. "You
"Yes, he does!" cried Neleus, with a shout mean I can keep it always?" he asked.
of joy. "Listen! Tiger Tim Escapes Clutches She nodded, and looked away.
of Uncle Moppsy. His New Adventure with "Oh, dear sweet sea-lion thank you!" he
Old Man Dogface. Watch Out For Another cried, and he hugged her waist in his marble
"
Tiger Tim Story Next Week!' arms. "Look at me, Jane, in my new white
"Hooray!" shouted Michael, peering round coat! Look at me, Michael, in my beautiful
the dolphin's shoulder to get a look at the buttons." He ran excitedly from one to the
pictures. other to show off his new possession.
Mr. Folly was eyeing Neleus with interest. "That's right," said Mr. Folly, beaming.
"That's a fine young whale you got there, "Much better be sure than sorry! And the
Sonny! Seems almost 'uman. Where did you 'arf -crown will buy you a nice pair of
"
catch him?" trousers
"I didn't," said Neleus, glancing up. "He "Not tonight," interrupted Mary Poppins.
was given to me as a present." "We're late as it is. Now best foot forward and
"Fancy that! Well, he makes a nice pet! home we go, and I'll thank you all not to
And where do you come from? Where's yer dawdle."
Ma?" The sun was moving westward as
swiftly
"She's a long way from here," replied Ne- she trundled the pram down
the Lime Walk.
leus gravely. The band at the end of the park was silent.
"Too bad!" Mr. Folly wagged his head. The flowery sunshades had all gone home.
"Dad away, too?" The trees stood still and straight in the shad-
Neleus smiled and nodded. ows. The park keeper was nowhere to be seen.
"You don't say! Goodness, you must be Jane and Michael walked on either side of
lonely!' Mr. Folly glanced at the marble body.
Neleus and linked their hands through his
"And cold as well, I shouldn't wonder, with marble arms. A silence was over the human
not a s;itch on your bones!" He made a jin- children and over the marble child between
gling noise in his pocket and thrust out his them.
hand Neleus.
tc "I love you, Neleus," Jane said softly. "I
"There! Get yourself something to wear wish you could stay with us always."
with that. Can't go around with nothing on. "I love you, too," he answered, smiling.
part of me. But the half-crown isn't. I'll give "I am looking. I mean, I don't have to look!
you that." He pushed the money into Mi- Oh, I don't know what I'm saying, Your
chael's hand. "And Jane must have the Grace! But I do know I never touched that
book," he went on. "But promise, Jane, and stachew!"
cross your heart, that you'll let me read it over The keeper glanced round wildly for help
your shoulder. And every week you must and his eye fell on Mary Poppins. He gave a
come to the bench and read me the new Lot- cry of horrified triumph and flung out his
o'-Fun." hand accusingly.
He gave the book a last long look and "Your Worship, there's the guilty party!
tucked it under her arm. She done it or I'll eat me 'at!"
"Oh, I promise, Neleus!" she said faithful- The Lord Mayor glanced at Mary Poppins
ly, and crossed her heart with her hand. and back to the park keeper.
"I'll be waiting for you," said Neleus softly. "I'm ashamed of you, Smith!" He shook his
"I'll never, never forget." head sorrowfully. "Putting the blame on a
"Walk up and don't chatter!" hissed Mary perfectly respectable, innocent young woman
Poppins, as she turned toward the lake. taking her charges for an afternoon airing!
The perambulator creaked and groaned How could you?"
as it trundled on its way. But high above He bowed courteously to Mary Poppins,
the creak of the wheels they could hear a who returned the bow with a ladylike smile.
well-known voice. They tiptoed up behind "Innocent! 'Er!" the park keeper
Mary Poppins as she walked to the shadowy screamed. "You don't know what you're
water. sayin', my Lord! As soon as that girl comes
"I never done it!" the voice protested. "And into the park, the place begins to go cross-
wouldn't not if you paid me!" wise. Merry-go-rounds jumpin' up in the sky,
At the edge of the lake, by the empty pedes- people coming down on kites and rockets, the
tal, stood the Lord Mayor with two Aldermen. Prime Minister bobbing round on balloons
And before them, waving his arms and shout- and it's all your doing you Caliban!" He
ing, and generally behaving in a peculiar shook his fist wildly at Mary Poppins.
manner, was the park keeper. "Poor fellow! Poor fellow! His mind is un-
"It's none of my doing, Your Honor!" he hinged!" said the first Alderman sadly.
pleaded. "I can look you straight in the eye!" "Perhaps we'd better get some handcuffs,"
"Nonsense, Smith!" said the Lord Mayor the second whispered nervously.
sternly. "You are the person responsible for "Do what you like with me! 'Ang me, why
the park statues. And only you could have don't yer? But it wasn't me wot done it!"
done it!" Overcome with misery, the park keeper flung
"You might as well confess!" advised the himself against the pedestal and sobbed bit-
first Alderman. terly.
"It won't save you, of course," the second Mary Poppins turned and beckoned to
added, "but you'll feel so much better!" Neleus. He ran to her side on marble feet and
"But I didn't do it, I'm telling you!" The leaned his head gently against her.
park keeper clasped his hands in a frenzy. "Is it time?" he whispered, glancing up.
"Stop quibbling, Smith. You're wasting my She nodded quickly. Then bending she took
time!" The Lord Mayor shook his head impa- him in her arms and kissed his marble brow.
tiently. "First, I have to go looking for a naked For a moment Neleus clung to her as though
boy who I hear is maltreating some wretched he could never let her go. Then he broke
fish. A salmon, Miss Lark said or was it a away, smothering a sob.
halibut? And now, as if this wasn't enough, I "Good-bye, Jane and Michael. Don't forget
find the most valuable of our statues is miss- me!" He pressed his chilly cheek to theirs.
ing from its pedestal. I am shocked and dis- And before they could even say a word he had
gusted. I trusted you, Smith. And look how darted away among the shadows and was
you repay me!" running toward his pedestal.
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"I never 'ad no luck!" wailed the keeper. "Nor I!" the first Alderman shook his head.
"Never since I was a boy!" "Certainly not!" said the second.
"And you won't have any now, my man, "Never fear, my dear Smith. You shall
unless you put back that statue." The Lord have your reward. From today your wages
Mayor fixed him with an angry eye. will be raised one shilling and an extra stripe
But Jane and Michael were looking neither will be sewn on your sleeve. Furthermore, I
at the park keeper nor the Lord Mayor. They shall speak of you to His Majesty when I
were watching a curly head appear at the far make my next report."
side of the pedestal. And the Lord Mayor, with another ceremo-
Up scrambled Neleus, over the ledge, drag- nious bow to Mary Poppins, swept majes-
ging the dolphin after him. His marble body tically away, humbly followed by the two
blazed white and bright in a fading shaft of Aldermen.
sunlight. Then with a gesture, half-gay, half- The park keeper, looking as though he were
sad, he put up a little marble hand and waved not sure if he were on his head or his heels,
them all farewell. As they waved back, he stared after them. Then he turned his pop-
seemed to tremble, but that may have been ping eyes to the statue and stared again at
the tears in their eyes. They watched him that. The marble boy and his marble fish
draw the dolphin to him, so close that its gazed thoughtfully down at the lake. They
marble melted to his. Then he smoothed his were as still and quiet and silent as they had
curls with a marble hand and bent his head always been.
and was still. Even Mary Poppins's pink-and- "Now home again, home again, jiggety-
white jacket seemed turned to lifeless mar- jog!" raised a beckoning finger
Mary Poppins
ble. -, and the children followed without a word.
"I can't put it back if I never took it!" the The half-crown lay in Michael's palm, burn-
park keeper went on sobbing and shouting. ing and bright and solid. And cold as the
"
"Now, see here, Smith the Lord marble hand of Neleus was the book beneath
Mayor began. Then he gave a gasp and stag- Jane's arm.
gered sideways with his hand clasped to his Along the walk they marched in silence
brow. "My jumping giraffes! It's come thinking their secret thoughts. And presently,
"
back he cried. "And there's some- on the grass behind them, there came the
thing different about it!" thud of feet. They turned to find the park
He peered more closely at the statue and keeper running heavily toward them. He had
burst into roars of delighted laughter. He took taken off his coat and was waving it, like a
off his hat and waved it wildly and slapped blue-and-red flag, at the end of his walking
the park keeper on the back. stick. He pulled up, panting, beside the per-
"Smith you rogue! So that was your se- ambulator and held out the coat to Mary
cret! you tell us at first, my man?
Why didn't Poppins.
a splendid surprise! Well, you
It cert;iinly is "Take it!" he said breathlessly. "I just been
"
needn': go on pretending now looking at that boy back there. He's wearin'
For the park keeper, speechless with yours with the four pink buttons. And you'll
amaze nent, was goggling up at Neleus. need one when it gets chilly."
"Gentlemen!" the Lord Mayor turned to Mary Poppins calmly took the coat and
the Aliermen "we have
sadly misjudged slipped it over her shoulders. Her own reflec-
this pcor fellow. He has proved himself
not tion smiled conceitedly at her from the pol-
only ;m excellent servant of the com- ished brass buttons.
munity but an artist as well. Do you see "Thank you," she said primly, to the park
what le has done to the statue? He has keeper.
added a little marble coat with collar and He stood before her in his shirt-sleeves,
cuffs }f pink. A great improvement, to shaking his head like a puzzled dog.
my mi id, Smith! I never approved of naked "I suppose you understand what it all
statuet ." means?" he said wistfully.
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upon the waters of the little lake, dream- through the grating to Mother?"
ing of the great sea and his home so far "No," said Pod, "we're not going to have
away. . . . none of that. Not going round corners."
FANTASY 903
"Then," went on Arrietty, "she'd see I was "She'd say anything," grumbled Pod,
all right like." "when she wants something quick. How does
and then he half smiled,
"Well," said Pod, she know She won't take it into her head to
"go quickly then and call. I'll watch for you get out of that bed of Hers and come down-
here. Not loud, mind!" stairs with a stick? How does she know Mrs.
Arrietty ran. The stones in the path were Driver ain't stayed at home today with a
firmly bedded and her light, soft shoes hardly headache? How does she know that boy ain't
seemed to touch them. How glorious it was to still here?"
run you could never run under the floor: "What boy?" asked Arrietty.
you walked, you stooped, you crawled but Pod looked embarrassed. "What boy?" he
you never ran. Arrietty nearly ran past the repeated vaguely and then went on: "Or may
"
grating. Yes, there was
quite close to the
it be Crampfurl
ground, embedded deeply in the old wall of "Crampfurl isn't a boy," said Arrietty.
the house; there was moss below it in a "No, he isn't," said Pod, "not in a manner
spreading, greenish stain. of speaking. No," he went on as though think-
Arrietty ran up to it. "Mother!" she called, ing this out, "no, you wouldn't call Crampfurl
her nose against the iron grille. "Mother!" a boy. Not, as you might say, a boy exactly.
She waited quietly and, after a moment, she Well," he said, beginning to move away, "stay
called again. down a bit if you like. But stay close!"
At the third call Homily came. Her hair Arrietty watched him move away from the
was coming down and she carried, as though step and then she looked about her. Oh, glory!
it were heavy, the screw lid of a pickle jar, Oh, joy! Oh, freedom! The sunlight, the
filled with soapy water. "Oh," she said in an grasses, the soft, moving air and halfway up
annoyed voice, "you didn't half give me a the bank, where it curved round the corner, a
turn! What do you think you're up to? Where's flowering cherry tree! Below it on the path lay
your father?" a stain of pinkish petals and, at the tree's foot,
Arrietty jerked her head sideways. "Just pale as butter, a nest of primroses.
there by the front door!" She was so full of Arrietty threw a cautious glance toward
happiness that, out of Homily's sight, her toes the front doorstep and then, light and dancey,
danced on the green moss. Here she was on in her soft red shoes, she ran toward the
the other side of the grating here she was at petals. They were curved like shells and
last, on the outside looking in! rocked as she touched them. She gathered
"Yes," said Homily, "they open that door several up and laid them one inside the other
like that the first day of spring. Well," she ... up and up ... like a card castle. And then
went on "you run back to your father.
briskly, she spilled them. Pod came again to the top of
And him, if the morning-room door hap-
tell the step and looked along the path. "Don't you
pens to be open that I wouldn't say no to a bit go far," he said after a moment. Seeing his
of red blotting paper. Mind, out of my way lips move, she smiled back at him: she was
now while I throw the water!" too far already to hear the words.
"Thit's what grows the moss," thought A greenish beetle, shining in the sunlight,
Arrietty as she sped back to her father, "all came toward her across the stones. She laid
the water we empty through the grating. ." . . her fingers lightly on its shell and it stood still,
Pod looked relieved when he saw her but waiting and watchful, and when she move.d
frowned at the message. "How's she expect her hand the beetle went swiftly on. An ant
me to climb that desk without me pin? Blot- came hurrying in a busy zigzag. She danced
ting paper's a curtain-and-chair job and she in front of it to tease it and put out her foot. It
should know it. Come on now! Up with you!" stared at her, nonplused, waving its anten-
"Le me stay down," pleaded Arrietty, "just nae; then pettishly, as though put out, it
a bit bnger. Just till you finish. They're all swerved away. Two birds came down, quar-
out. E ccept Her. Mother said so." reling shrilly, into the grass below the tree.
904 THE STORIED WORLD
primrose. The pink stalk felt tender and living "In case," came the surprised whisper at
in her hands and was covered with silvery last, "you ran toward me, quickly, through
hairs, and when she held the flower, like a the grass ... in case," it went on, trembling a
parasol, between her eyes and the sky, she little, "you came and scrabbled at me with
saw the sun's pale light through the veined your nasty little hands."
petals. On a piece of bark she found a wood Arrietty stared at the eye; she held herself
louse and she struck it lightly with her sway- quite still. "Why?" she asked again, and
ing flower. It curled immediately and became again the word tinkled icy cold it sounded
a ball, bumping softly away downhill in this time, and needle sharp.
amongst the grass roots. But she knew about "Things do," said the voice. "I've seen
wood There were plenty of them at home
lice. them. In India."
under the Homily always scolded her if
floor. Arrietty thought of her Gazetteer of the
she played with them because, she said, they World, "You're not in India now," she pointed
smelled of old knives. She lay back among the out.
stalks of the primroses and they made a cool- "Did you come out of the house?"
ness between her and the sun, and then, "Yes," said Arrietty.
sighing, she turned her head and looked side- "From whereabouts in the house?"
ways up the bank among the grass stems. Arrietty stared at the eye. "I'm not going to
Startled, she caught her breath. Something tell you," she said at last bravely.
had moved above her on the bank. Something "Then I'll hit you with my ash stick!"
had glittered. Arrietty stared. "All right," said Arrietty, "hit me!"
"I'll pick you up and break you in half!"
It was an eye. Or it looked like an eye. Clear Arrietty stood up. "All right," she said and
and bright like the color of the sky. An eye like took two paces forward.
her own but enormous. A glaring eye. Breath- There was a sharp gasp and an earthquake
less with fear, she sat up. And the eye in the grass: he spun away from her and sat
FANTASY 905
up, a great mountain in a green jersey. He "Well, there's the front door, the back door,
had fair, straight hair and golden eyelashes. the gun room door, the kitchen door, the
"Stay where you are!" he cried. scullery door and the french windows in
. . .
"Supposing," he said, staring past her at the father says it's a good thing they're dying
wall of the house, "you saw a little man, out just a few, my father says, that's all
. . .
about as tall as a pencil, with a blue patch in we need to keep us. Otherwise, he says, the
his trousers, halfway up a window curtain, whole thing gets" Arrietty hesitated, trying
carrying a doll's tea cup would you say it to remember the word "exaggerated, he
"
was a fairy?" says
"No," said Arrietty, "I'd say it was my "What do you mean," asked the boy, '"to
father." keep us'?"
"Oh," said the boy, thinking this out, "does
your father have a blue patch on his trou- So Arrietty toldhim about borrowing
sers?" how difficult it was and how dangerous. She
"Not on his best trousers. He does on his told him about the storerooms under the floor;
borrowing ones." about Pod's early exploits, the skill he had
"Oh," said the boy again. He seemed to shown and the courage; she described those
find it a safe sound, as lawyers do. "Are there far-off days, before her birth, when Pod and
many people like you?" Homily had been rich; she described the mu-
"No," said Arrietty. "None. We're all dif- sical snuffbox of gold filigree, and the little
ferent." bird which flew out of it made of kingfisher
"I mean
as small as you?" feathers, how it flapped its wings and sang its
Arrietty laughed. "Oh, don't be silly!" she song; she described the doll's wardrobe and
said. "Surely you don't think there are many the tiny green glasses; the little silver teapot
people in the world your size?" out of the drawing-room case; the satin bed-
"There are more my size than yours," he covers and embroidered sheets "those we . . .
and laughed again. "Do you really think I gradually, was his Great-Aunt Sophy up-
mean, whatever sort of a world would it be? stairs, bedridden since a hunting accident
Those great chairs I've seen them. Fancy
. . . some twenty years before; he heard how Pod
if you had make
chairs that size for every-
to would borrow from Her room, picking his
one? And the stuff for their clothes miles . . .
way in the firelight among the trinkets on
and miles of it ... tents of it ... and the Her dressing table, even climbing Her bed-
sewing! And their great houses, reaching up curtains and walking on Her quilt. And of
so you can hardly see the ceilings their . . . how She would watch him and sometimes
great beds . . . the food they eat . . .
great, talk to him because, Arrietty explained, every
smoking mountains of it, huge bogs of stew day at six o'clock they brought Her a decanter
and soup and stuff." of Fine Old Pale Madeira, and how before
"Don't you eat soup?" asked the boy. midnight She would drink the lot. Nobody
"Of course we do," laughed Arrietty. "My blamed Her, not even Homily, because, as
father had an uncle who had a little boat Homily would say, She had so few pleasures,
which he rowed round in the stock-pot pick- poor soul, but, Arrietty explained, after the
ing up flotsam and jetsam. He did bottom-fish- first three glasses Great-Aunt Sophy never
ing too for bits of marrow until the cook got believed in anything she saw. "She thinks my
suspicious through finding bent pins in the father comes out of the decanter," said
soup. Once he was nearly shipwrecked on a Arrietty, "and one day when I'm older he's
chunk of submerged shinbone. He lost his going to take me there and She'll think I
oars and the boat sprang a leak but he flung a come out of the decanter too. It'll please
line over the pot handle and pulled himself Her, my father thinks, as She's used to him
alongside the rim. But all that stock now. Once he took my mother, and She
fathoms of it! And the size of the stock-pot! I perked up like anything and kept asking
mean, there wouldn't be enough stuff in the after her and why didn't she come any more
world to go round after a bit! That's why my and saying they'd watered the Madeira be-
FANTASY 907
cause once, She says, She saw a little man The boy sat thoughtfully on his haunches,
and a little woman and now she only sees a chewing a blade of grass. "Borrowing," he
little man. . . ." said after a while. "Is that what you call it?"
"I wish she thought I came out of the "What else could you call it?" asked
decanter," said the boy. "She gives me dicta- Arrietty.
tion and teaches me to write. I only see her in "I'd call
it stealing."
the mornings when she's cross. She sends for Arrietty laughed. She really laughed. "But
me and looks behind my ears and asks Mrs. D. we are Borrowers," she explained, "like
if I've learned my words." you're a a human bean or whatever it's
"What does Mrs. D. look like?" asked called. We're part of the house. You might as
Arrietty. (How delicious it was to say "Mrs. well say that the fire grate steals the coal
D." like that how careless and daring!)
. . . from the coal scuttle."
"She's fat and has a mustache and gives "Then what is stealing?"
me my bath and hurts my bruise and my sore Arrietty looked grave. "Don't you know?"
elbow and says she'll take a slipper to me one she asked. "Stealing is well, supposing my
of these days. ..." The boy pulled up a tuft of Uncle Hendreary borrowed an emerald watch
grass and stared at it angrily and Arrietty saw from Her dressing-table and my father took it
his lip tremble. "My mother's very nice," he and hung it up on our wall. That's stealing."
said. "She lives in India. Why did you lose all "An emerald watch!" exclaimed the boy.
your worldly riches?" "Well, I just said that because we have one
"Well," said Arrietty, "the kitchen boiler on the wall at home, but my father borrowed
burst and hot water came pouring through it himself. It needn't be a watch. It could be
the floor into our house and everything was anything. A lump of sugar even. But Borrow-
washed away and piled up in front of the ers don't steal."
grating. My father worked night and day. "Except fromhuman beings," said the boy.
First hot, then cold. Trying to salvage things. Arrietty burst out laughing; she laughed so
And there's a dreadful draught in March much that she had to hide her face in the
through that grating. He got ill, you see, and primrose. "Oh dear," she gasped with tears in
couldn't go borrowing. So my Uncle Hen- her eyes, "you are funny!" She stared upward
dreary had to do it and one or two others and at his puzzled face. "Human beans are for
my mother gave them things, bit by bit, for all Borrowers like bread's for butter!" The boy
their trouble. But the kingfisher bird was was silent awhile. A sigh of wind rustled the
spoilt by the water; all its feathers fell off and cherry tree and shivered among the blossoms.
a great; twirly spring came jumping out of its "Well, I don't believe it," he said at last,
side. Myfather used the spring to keep the watching the falling petals. "I don't believe
door shut against draughts from the grating that's what we're for at all and I don't believe
and my mother put the feathers in a little we're dying out!"
moleskin hat. After a while I got born and my "Oh, goodness!" exclaimed Arrietty impa-
father went borrowing again. But he gets tiently, staring up at his chin. "Just use your
tired now and doesn't like curtains, not when common sense: you're the only real human
any of the bobbles are off. ." . . bean ever saw (although I do just know of
I
"I h ?lped him a bit," said the boy, "with the three more Crampfurl, Her, and Mrs. Driv-
tea cu j. He was shivering all over. I suppose er). But I know lots and lots of Borrowers: The
he was frightened." Overmantels and the Harpsichords and the
"M> father frightened!" exclaimed Arrietty Rain-Barrels and the Linen-Presses and the
angrih "Frightened of you!" she added.
. Boot-Racks and the Hon. John Studdingtons
"
"Pe haps he doesn't like heights," said the and
boy. He
looked down. "John Studdington? But
"He loves heights," said Arrietty. "The he was our grand-uncle "
thing ie doesn't like is curtains. I've told you.
1
"Well, this family lived behind a picture,"
Curtai is make him tired." went on Arrietty, hardly listening, "and there
908 THE STORIED WORLD
were the Stove-Pipes and the Bell-Pulls Arrietty dropped her face into the primrose.
and the" "We're not. There's Aunt Lupy and Uncle
"Yes," he interrupted, "but did you see Hendreary and all the cousins."
them?" "I bet they're dead," said the boy. "And
"I saw the Harpsichords. And my mother what's more," he went on, "no one will ever
was a Bell-Pull. The others were before I was believe I've seen you. And you'll be the very
"
born last because you're the youngest. One day,"
He leaned closer. "Then where are they he told her, smiling triumphantly, "you'll be
now? Tell me that." the only Borrower left in the world!"
"My Uncle Hendreary has a house in the He sat still, waiting, but she did not look
country," said Arrietty coldly, edging away up. "Now you're crying," he remarked after a
from his great lowering face; it was misted moment.
over, she noticed, with hairs of palest gold. "They're not dead," said Arrietty in a muf-
"And four children, Harpsichords and fled voice;she was feeling in her little pocket
Clocks." for a handkerchief. "They live in a badger's
"But where are the others?" set two fields away, beyond the spinney. We
"Oh," said Arrietty, "they're somewhere." don't see them because it's too far. There are
But where? she wondered. And she shivered weasels and things and cows and foxes . . .
slightly in the boy's cold shadow which lay and crows ." . .
blotting out the sun? "I'll put it somewhere," [From Rumer Godden, Impunity Jane (Viking,
she said hurriedly, "I'll put it under the hall 1954).]
mat."
"Which one? The one by the front door?" Once there was a little doll who belonged in a
"Yes, that one." pocket. That was what she thought. Everyone
He was gone. And she stood there alone in else thought she belonged in a doll's house.
the sunshine, shoulder deep in grass. What They put her in one but, as you will see, she
had happened seemed too big for thought; she ended up in a pocket.
felt unable to believe it really had happened: She was four inches high and made of
not only had she been "seen" but she had thick china; her arms and legs were joined to
been talked to; not only had she been talked to her body with loops of strong wire; she had
but she had painted blue eyes, a red mouth, rosy cheeks,
"Arrietty!" said a voice. and painted shoes and socks; the shoes were
She stood up startled and spun round: there brown, the socks white with blue edges. Her
was Pod, moon-faced, on the path looking up wig of yellow hair was stuck on with strong
at her. "Come on down!" he whispered. firm glue. She had no clothes, but written in
She stared at him for a moment as though the middle of her back with pencil was:
she did not recognize him; how round his face
5V2 d
was, how kind, how familiar!
"Come on!" he said again, more urgently; This was in London, England, many years
and obediently because he sounded worried, ago, when the streets were lit with gas and
she slithered quickly toward him off the bank, boys wore sailor suits and girls had many
balancing her primrose. "Put that thing heavy petticoats. The little doll was in a toy
down," he said sharply, when she stood at last shop. She sat on the counter near a skipping
beside him on the path. "You can't lug great rope, a telescope, and a sailing ship; she was
flowers about you got to carry a bag. What quite at home among these adventurous toys.
you want to go up there for?" he grumbled as Into the toy shop came an old lady and a
they moved off across the stones. "I might little girl.
never have seen you. Hurry up now. Your "Grandma?" said the little girl.
mother'll have tea waiting!" "What is it, Effie?" asked the old lady.
"That little doll would just go in my doll's
house!" said Effie.
Rumer Godden "But I don't want to go in a doll's house,"
said the little doll. "I want to be a skipping
Impunity Jane
rope and dance out into the world, or a sailing
:
Many acets of a sensitive novelist's skill are en- ship and go to sea, or a telescope and see the
capsul ated in this small story of a real boy. First: a stars!" But she was only a little fivepence-
plot that is
original, logical, and fast-paced. Sec- halfpenny doll and in a moment she was sold.
ond : a hero who, on his own and before the very The shop woman was about to wrap her up
eyes of the reader, comes to recognize an impor- when the old lady said, "Don't put her in
tant rroral truth. Third: a clear sense of place, paper. She can go in my pocket."
London, with the swift, deft descriptions of a "Won't she hurt?" said Effie.
nursery to carry the reader through the decades. "This little doll is very strongly made," said
Fourth: the variety of personalities that heighten the shop woman. "Why, you could drop her
the ta e; tiresome little girls; rough-and-tumble with impunity."
"
boys in their fevered pursuits. Fifth: the fresh, "I know said Effie. That's a naugh-
'imp,'
endea ing details of incident and observation. ty little magic person. But what is impunity?"
Sixth: the creation of an unforgettable "Impunity means escaping without hurt,"
character Imptfmty Jane herself. Theme, struc- said the old lady.
ture, wit, courage, and fleeting despair all "That is what I am goingto do forever and
within the compass of the young, reading child. ever," said the little doll, and she decided that
910 THE STORIED WORLD
day school and, if her mother went out in the "Don't be silly," said Ellen. "It might be
evening, she had a "sitter." swept away and go right out to sea."
Ellen was too busy to play; she listened to "Then fishes could come into it," said Gide-
the radio or stayed for hours in the living on.
room, looking at television. "Fishes!"
Impunity Jane had now sat on the bead Impunity Jane became excited, but Ellen
cushion for more than fifty years. "Take me still said, "No."
out," she would wish into Ellen as hard as she Gideon looked at Impunity Jane on the
could. Impunity Jane nearly cracked with bead cushion. "Does that little doll just sit
wishing. there doing nothing?" he asked.
Ellen felt nothing at all. "What could she do?" asked Ellen.
Then one day mother said, "Ellen,
Ellen's Gideon did not answer, but he looked at
you had better get out all your toys. Your Impunity Jane with his bright brown eyes;
cousin Gideon is coming to tea." they twinkled, and suddenly Impunity Jane
Ellen pouted and was cross because she did knew she could make Gideon feel. "Rescue
not like boys, and she had to open the doll's me," wished Impunity Jane as hard as she
house and dust its furniture and carpets. could. "Gideon, rescue me. Don't leave me
Everything was thick with dust, even Impu- here, here where Effie and Elizabeth and
nity Jane. She had felt it settling on her, and Ethel and Ellen have kept me so long. Gideon!
it made her miserable. The clothes with the Gideon!"
big stitches, the lessons, had been better than But Gideon was tired of Ellen and the
dust. nursery. "I think I'll take a ball out into the
"Gideon! Gideon! What a silly name!" said garden," he said.
Ellen. "Gideon! Gideon, I shall crack!" cried Im-
To Impunity Jane it did not sound silly. punity Jane. "G-I-D-E-O-N G-I-D-E-O-N!"
!
"G-G-G" the sound was hard and gay, and Gideon stopped and looked at Impunity
she seemed to hear the bugle again, brave Jane; then he looked around at Ellen. Ellen
and exciting. was eating cherries from a plate her mother
Gideon was a boy of seven with brown eyes had brought in; she ought really to have
and curly hair. When he laughed his nose had shared them with Gideon, but she had gob-
small wrinkles at the sides, and when he was bled most of them up; now she was counting
very pleased or frightened or ashamed stones. "Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor," count-
his cheeks grew red. ed Ellen.
From the first moment he came into the "Gideon, Gideon," wished Impunity Jane.
nursery he was interested in the doll's house. "Rich man, poor man, beggar man" and
"Let me play with it," he said, and he bent just as Ellen said, "Thief," Gideon, his cheeks
down and looked into the rooms. red, slid his hand into the doll's house, picked
"Ycu can move the furniture about and put up Impunity Jane, and put her into his
out the cups and saucers, as long as you put pocket.
them all back," said Ellen. Ages and ages ago Impunity Jane had been
"That's not playing!" said Gideon. "Can't in Grandma's pocket, but Grandma's pocket
we put the doll's house up a tree?" was nothing to Gideon's. To begin with, Gide-
"A tree? Why, the birds might nest in it!" on's pockets often had real holes in them, and
said I lien. Impunity Jane could put her head right
"D( you think they would?" asked Gideon, through them into the world. Sometimes she
and h 2 laughed with pleasure. "Think of rob- had to hold onto the edges to avoid falling out
ins and wrens sitting on the tables and altogether, but she was not afraid.
chain !" "I'm Imp-imp-impunity," she sang.
Imj iunity Jane laughed too. Grandma had not run, and oh! the feeling
"Lf t's put it on a raft and float it on the of running, spinning through the air! Grand-
river,
'
can skate and I can scoot," said Impunity stiff as a brush, a turned-up nose, freckles,
Jane. and gray eyes. He wore a green wolf cub
Grandma had not swung; Gideon went on jersey and a belt bristling with knives; he had
the swings in the park, and Impunity Jane every kind of knife, and he had bows and
went too, high and higher, high in the air. arrows, an air gun, a space helmet, and a
Grandma had not climbed trees; Gideon bicycle with dual brake control, a lamp, and a
climbed, to the very top, and there he took bell. He was nine years old and Gideon was
Impunity Jane out of his pocket and sat her only seven but, "He quite likes me," said
on one of the boughs; she could see far over Gideon.
houses and steeples and trees, and feel the Once Joe McCallaghan pulled a face at
bough moving in the wind. Gideon. "Of course, I couldn't think of pull-
"I feel the wind. I feel the wind," cried ing one at him," said Gideon. "He knows me
Impunity Jane. but I can't know him yet."
In Grandma's pocket there had been only Once Gideon had a new catapult, and
Impunity Jane and a folded white handker- Joe McCallaghan took it into his hand to
chief that smelled of lavender water. In Gide- look at it. Gideon trembled while Joe Mc-
on's pockets were all kinds of things. Impuni- Callaghan stretched the catapult, twanged
ty Jane never knew what she would find it, and handed it back. "Decent weapon,"
there string and corks, sweets and sweet- said Joe McCallaghan. Gideon would have
papers, nuts, cigarette cards with beautiful said "Jolly wizard!" But how ordinary
pictures, an important message, a knife with that sounded now! "Decent weapon, de-
a broken handle, some useful screws and cent weapon," said Gideon over and over
tacks, a bit of pencil, and, for a long time, a again.
little brown snail. Impunity Jane heard him and her china
The snail had a polished brown shell with seemed to grow cold. Suppose Joe McCalla-
smoke-curl markings. Gideon used to take her ghan, or one of the gang, should find out what
out and put her down to eat on the grass; then Gideon had in his pocket?
a head with two horns like a little cow came "I should die," said Gideon.
out one side of the shell and a small curved "But I don't look like a proper doll," Impu-
tail at the other; the tail left a smeary silvery nity Jane tried to say.
made the inside of Gideon's
trail like glue; it That was true. The white dress with the
pocket beautifully sticky. Gideon called the sprigs had been so smeared by Ann Rushout
snail Ann Rushout because of the slow way that Gideon had taken it off and thrown it
she put out her horns. away. Impunity Jane no longer had dresses
"I once had a chestnut as a pretend snail," with stitches like knives; her dresses had no
said Gideon, "but a real snail's much better." stitches at all. Gideon dressed her in a leaf, or
Impunity Jane thought so too. some feathers, or a piece of rag; sometimes
But in all this happiness there was a worry. he buttoned the rag with a berry. If you can
It worried Gideon, and so, of course, it wor- imagine a dirty little gypsy doll, that is how
ried Impunity Jane. (If dolls can make you Impunity Jane looked now.
feel, you make them feel as well.) "I'm not a proper doll," she pleaded, but
The worry was this. Gideon was a boy, and Gideon did not hear.
boys do not have dolls, not even in their "Gideon, will you mail this letter for me?"
pockets. his mother asked one afternoon.
"
"They would call me 'sissy,' said Gideon, Gideon took the letter and ran downstairs
and his cheeks grew red. and out into the street. Ann Rushout lay
On the corner of the street a gang of boys curled in her shell, but Impunity Jane put her
used to meet; they met in the park as well. head out through a brand-new hole. Gideon
The leader of the gang was Joe McCallaghan. scuffed up the dust with the toes of his new
Joe McCallaghan had brown hair that was shoes, and Impunity Jane admired the puffs
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and the rainbow specks of it in the sun (you Then Gideon said something he did not
look at dust in the sun), and so they came to know he could say. He did not know how he
the postbox. thought of it; it might have come out of the
Gideon stood on tiptoe, and had just posted air,the sky, the pavement, but amazingly it
the letter when "Hands up!" said Joe came out of Gideon himself. "I'm not a sissy,"
McCallaghan. He stepped out from behind said Gideon. "She isn't a doll, she's a model. I
the postbox, and the gang came from round use her in my model train."
the corner where they had been hiding. "A model?" said Joe McCallaghan and
Gideon was surrounded. looked at Impunity Jane again.
Impunity Jane could feel his heart beating "Will he throw me in the gutter like the
in big jerks. She felt cold and stiff. Even Ann berry?" thought Impunity Jane. "Will he put
Rushout woke up and put out her two little me down and tread on me? Break me with his
horns. heel?"
"Search him," said Joe McCallaghan to a "A model,"said Gideon firmly.
boy called Puggy. "She can be a fireman or a porter or a driver
Impunity Jane slid quickly to the bottom of or a sailor," he added.
Gideon's pocket and lay there under Ann "A sailor?" said Joe McCallaghan, and
Rushout, the cork, the sweets, the pencil, and he looked at Impunity Jane again. "I won-
the string. der if she would go in my model yacht,"
Puggy ran his hands over Gideon like a he said. "I had a lead sailor, but he fell over-
policeman and then searched his pockets. board."
The first thing he found was Ann Rushout. "A "She wouldn't fall overboard," said Gideon.
snail.. Ugh!" said Puggy and nearly dropped Joe McCallaghan looked at her again.
her. "Mind if I take her to the pond?" he said over
"It's a beautiful snail," said Joe McCalla- his shoulder to Gideon.
ghan, and the gang looked at Gideon with Now began such a life for Impunity Jane.
more respect. She, a little pocket doll, was one of a gang of
Puggy brought out the cork, the sweets boys! Because of her, Gideon, her Gideon,
Joe McCallaghan tried one through the paper was allowed to be in the gang too. "It's only
with his teeth and handed it back the pen- fair," said Joe McCallaghan, whom we can
cil, a lucky sixpence, the knife "Broken," now call Joe, "it's only fair, if we use her, to
said Puggy scornfully, and Gideon grew red. let him in."
Puggy brought out the string. Then Impunity Can you imagine howit feels, if you are a
Jane felt his fingers close round her, and out on the deck of a yacht and go
little doll, to sit
she came into the light of day. splashing across a pond? You are sent off with
Gideon's cheeks had been red; now they a hard push among ducks as big as icebergs,
went dark, dark crimson. Impunity Jane lay over ripples as big as waves. Most people
stiffly as Puggy handed her to Joe McCalla- would have been afraid and fallen overboard,
ghan; the berry she had been wearing broke like the lead sailor, but,
"Imp-imp-impunity,"
off and
rolled in the gutter. sang Impunity Jane and reached the far side
"A doll!" said Joe McCallaghan in disgust. wet but perfectly safe.
"Sif sy!" said Puggy. "Sissy!" She went up in airplanes. Once she was
"Siesy got a dolly," the gang jeered and nearly lost when she was tied to a balloon; she
waited to see what Joe McCallaghan would might have floated over to France, but Gideon
do. and Joe ran and ran, and at last they caught
"Yoa're a sissy^ said Joe McCallaghan to her in a garden square, where they had to
Gideon, as if he were disappointed. climb the railings and were caught them-
Imj unity Jane lay stiffly in his hand. "I'm selves by an old lady, who said she would
Imp-ii ip-impunity," she tried to sing, but no complain to the police. When they explained
words came. that Impunity Jane was being carried off to
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France the old lady understood and let them ty Jane. She asked Ann Rushout. Ann Rush-
off. out said nothing, but in the end the answer
The gang used Impunity Jane for many came. Perhaps it came out of the night, or
things: she lived in igloos and wigwams, Ann's shell, or out of Gideon's pocket, or even
ranch houses, forts and rocket ships. Once out of Impunity Jane herself. The answer was
she was put on a Catherine Wheel until Joe very cruel. It said, "You must wish Gideon to
thought her hair might catch fire and took her put you back."
off, but she saw the lovely bright fireworks go "Back? In the doll's house?" said Impunity
blazing round in a shower of bangs and Jane. "Back, with Ellen, Ellen who kept it
sparks. shut?" And she said slowly, "Ellen was worse
She was with Joe and Gideon when they than Ethel or Elizabeth or Effie. I can't go
ran away to sea, and with them when they back," said Impunity Jane, "I can't!" But,
came back again because it was time for from far off, she seemed to hear the bugle
dinner. "Better wait till after Christmas," telling her to be brave, and she knew she
said Joe. Gideon agreed he was getting a must wish, "Gideon, put me back."
bicycle for Christmas but Impunity Jane She wanted to say, "Gideon, hold me tight-
was sorry; she wanted to see the sea. ly," but she said, "Gideon, put me back."
Next day she was happy again because So Gideon went back to Ellen's house with
they started digging a hole through to Aus- Impunity Jane in his pocket. He meant to
tralia, and she wanted to see Australia. When edge round the nursery door while his mother
they pretended the hole was a gold mine, she talked to Ellen's mother, then open the doll's
was happy to see the gold, and when the gold house and slip Impunity Jane inside and onto
mine was a cave and they wanted a fossilized the bead cushion. He went upstairs, opened
mouse, she was ready to be a fossilized the nursery door, and took Impunity Jane in
mouse. his hand.
"I say, will you sell her?" Joe asked Gideon. It was the last minute. "No more pockets,"
Gideon shook his head, though it made him said Impunity Jane. "No more running and
red to do it. "You can borrow her when you skating and swinging in the air. No more
want to," he said: "But she's mine." igloos and ripples. No rags and berries for
But Impunity Jane was not Gideon's; she frocks. No more Ann Rushout. No more
was Ellen's. warm dirty fingers. No more feeling the wind.
The gang was a very honorable gang. "One No more Joe, no gang, not even Puggy. No
finger wet, one finger dry," they said, and more . Gideon!" cried Impunity Jane
. .
drew them across their throats; that meant and she cracked.
they would not tell a lie. Gideon knew that But what was happening in Ellen's nurs-
even without fingers they would never, never ery? The doll's house was not in its place it
steal, and he, Gideon, had stolen Impunity was on the table with a great many other toys,
Jane. and there was Ellen sorting them and doing
She and Gideon remembered what Ellen them up in parcels.
had said as she counted cherrystones (do you "I'm going to give all my toys away," said
remember?). "Rich man, poor man, beggar Ellen with a toss of her head. "I'm too old to
man, thief," said Ellen. play with them any more. I'm going to board-
"Thief! Thief!" ing school. Wouldn't you like to go to boarding
Sometimes, to Gideon, Impunity Jane felt school?" she said to Gideon.
as heavy as lead in his pocket; sometimes "No," said Gideon.
Impunity Jane felt as heavy and cold as lead "Of course, you're still a little boy," said
herself. "I'm a thief!" said Gideon and grew Ellen. "You still like toys."
red. "Yes," said Gideon, and his fingers tight-
Impunity Jane could not bear Gideon to be ened on Impunity Jane.
unhappy. All night she lay awake in his paja- "Would you like a toy?" asked Ellen, who
ma pocket. "What shall I do?" asked Impuni- was polishing a musical box.
FANTASY 915
The crack was mended with china cement thing with its head tipped sideways as if its
by Gideon's mother. eye were a spotlight. It tugged at Toseland's
Ellen went to boarding school. shoe-laces, picked up his Twig T that he had
As for the doll's house, it was given away. put carefully by his bed, tried to fly away with
As for the bead cushion, it was lost. it, but found it too heavy and threw it away.
In front of the big mirror it bowed to its own
reflection, announced as usual "I'm as good
L. M. Boston as you are" and seemed to wait for a reply.
The Children of Green Knowe Getting none, it flew out of the window again.
"How quickly it makes up its mind about
A small boy, Toseland, Tolly for short, spends his everything," thought Toseland, getting out of
Christmas holiday with his great-grandmother, bed and climbing on to the rocking-horse. He
who lives in an ancestral home, Green Knowe, a worked hard, making it rear high and higher
wonderful old English country house where any- until it stood right up on its hind-legs and he
thing might happen. Mysterious, tantalizing had to clutch it round the neck and lean
things do begin to happen as soon as Tolly steps forward to bring it down again. "My golden
over the threshold. Is he the only child in the eagle, my wise horse, my powerful otter," he
house? At times he hears children's laughter and chanted as he rocked. Before he went down to
running footsteps. Over the fireplace hangs a breakfast he brushed its mane and tail and
portrait of the three children who grew up at put two rugs over it, belting them round with
Green Knowe generations ago. Tolly's great- the strap of his trunk.
grandmother tells him stories about them: of He went to the bed to get his mouse from
Toby and his horse Feste, of Linnet and Alexan- under the pillow. As his hand closed over it, it
der. SD vivid are the stories, they evoke the felt warm to his touch, and with surprise he
children from the past. The author blends fantasy saw pastry crumbs in the bed. Suddenly he
and realism with great skill and handles the remembered Mrs. Oldknow's question: "And
relatioi of present to past with restraint and did the mouse squeak and the dogs bark?"
subtleiy. [From L. M. Boston, The Children of "Mouse, mouse," he said, looking into its
Green Knowe (Harcourt, 1955).] shiny black eye, "where have you been? This
house is full of shiny black eyes, all looking at
Tolly .voke early next morning, still excited me."
with t ic knowledge that the world into which As he went down the winding wooden
he wss born had once produced a Feste. He stairs he heard someone whistling in his bed-
lay foi a moment with his eyes shut, listening room behind him. A bird? He turned his head
for an / sound there might be in the room. The to listen, but what he heard was laughter in
slow lick-tock came out of the silence, and the Music Room below him. He pelted down
then i soft whirring followed by the little tap the stairs, making a great noise with his
916 THE STORIED WORLD
shoes, but by then children's voices came As he went along the entrance hall, past
from his great-grandmother's room beyond. one of the big mirrors, something in it caught
Mrs. Oldknow was there, turning her head his eye. It looked like a pink hand. The glass
and bending down as if she were listening to a reflected a dark doorway on the other side of
child that was clutching her skirts. She the stairs. Behind the door-post, flattened
looked up with a queer smile as Tolly came in, against the wall on tiptoe to make themselves
rather as if she had been caught. "What a as thin as they could, their faces puckered
hurry you are in for breakfast this morning! with holding in their laughter, he saw Linnet
Pelting down your stairs as if you were chas- and Alexander. It was Linnet's hand on the
ing butterflies." Toseland had a feeling that door-post. Their black eyes were fixed on him.
she was hiding something from him. The There was no mistake, he knew them.
voices and laughter had vanished. "I spy!" he shouted, whisking round to
All that day it seemed that the children chase them, but they did not run away, they
were determined to tease Tolly. In the house, simply vanished.
in the garden, wherever he was not, they He felt the wall where they had been; he
were. They sounded so happy, so full of looked all round. He ran out to the green deer,
games and high spirits that Tolly, in spite of but the clearing was empty and quiet. Cer-
all disappointments, still ran towards it when tainly the green deer looked magic enough,
he heard "coo-ee" in the garden, or stopped ready to spring away. The light was queer too,
and crept stealthily round a corner where he the sky was dark green, the wind dead. Tolly
heard whispering. But he found no one. While was half frightened. Something was going to
he was loitering round St. Christopher's feet happen.
he was playfully pelted with beechnuts As he looked up at St. Christopher's face a
through the window-opening in the garden snowflake drifted past it, then another, and
wall. When he visited the Green Deer he suddenly it was snowing thickly. Like mil-
found twigs on the ground arranged like ar- lions of tiny white birds circling home to
rows pointing a trail. He followed these past roost, the flakesdanced in the air. They filled
the green squirrel, the green hare, the pea- the sky as far as he could imagine. At the
up
cock, and the cock and hen, till he arrived at same time all the sounds in the world ceased.
the fish platform. There all he found was The snow was piling up on the branches, on
more twigs arranged to form the letters T, A, the walls, on the ground, on St. Christopher's
L. He broke off two more and put another T face and shoulders, without any sound at all,
underneath. There was a little dog barking softer than the thin spray of fountains, or
somewhere, rather muffled as if someone falling leaves, or butterflies against a win-
were trying to keep it quiet. dow, or wood ash dropping, or hair when the
He visited Feste's stall, walking in on tiptoe barber cuts it. Yet when a flake landed on his
as some people do in church. The sugar was cheek it was heavy. He felt the splosh but
gone again! Joyfully he put another piece. could not hear it.
He felt very good-tempered all morning, He went in plastered with snow, and here
but by the middle of the afternoon he had tea was ready, with Mrs. Oldknow sitting by
forgotten that yesterday he had been dull the fire waiting for him. In the fire the snow
because there was no hide-and-seek. Now he drifting down the chimney was making the
was cross because there was too much of it. only noise it ever can a sound like the strik-
"I hate hide-and-seek when you never find ing of fairy matches; though sometimes
anybody," he said to himself. "It's a perfectly when the wind blows you can hear the snow
horrid game." He walked to the house kicking like a gloved hand laid against the window.
sticks and stones as he went. He even felt Tolly made the toast and his great-
inclined to kick St. Christopher, but stopped grandmother spread it with honey. They
in time and was ashamed of having such a talked about Christmas. Mrs. Oldknow said
thought. Boggis was going to buy the tree the next day,
FANTASY 917
unless they were snowed up. Tolly hoped they out of the darkness, nothing else. Mrs. Old-
would be. He liked the idea of being snowed know stood there smiling at nobody. Tolly
up in a castle. By the light of the candles he flung himself face downwards into one of the
could see the flakes drifting past the win- big chairs, with angry tears.
dows. "I want to be with them. I want to be with
"What will the birds do?" he asked. them. Why can't I be with them?" he cried.
"They do not mind the snow so long as we Mrs. Oldknow came to comfort him.
feed them. Is your window open enough for "Don't cry, my dear. You'll find them soon.
the chaffinch to get in? Take some shortbread They're like shy animals. They don't come
and make him welcome." Tolly did as she just at first till they are sure. You mustn't be
said. When he came down again the curtains impatient." She stopped, then shook him.
were all drawn, and he settled down by the "Toseland, listen! Listen! Do you hear what I
fire in hopes of another story. hear?"
"Granny, both my pieces of sugar have Tolly sat up and strained his ears. Did he?
gone out of Feste's stall." Mrs. Oldknow opened the door again, and
"Perhaps Boggis takes them and puts them then he heard it. Faint and muffled by the
in his tea," she said, laughing. falling snow a high insistent whinny came
Tolly's face fell. He had never thought of from the stables. Tolly listened with bright
anything so low-down, so common. He was dry eyes, till the whinny ceased. Toby and
shattered. Feste were together, and he, Tolly, was con-
At that moment, while Mrs. Oldknow was tent that it should be so.
still laughing at him, outside the door that led That night Mrs. Oldknow, when she came
into the garden someone began a Christmas to see him to bed, stayed longer than usual.
carol. Children's voices, delicate and expert, The chaffinch was already there, fluffed up in
were singing "The Holly and the Ivy." Tolly his cage with his head under his wing, taking
had never heard such beautiful singing. He no notice of either of them. The nightlight
listened entranced. was hit, and Tolly was pleased to see on the
"Yes, darling. They were all three there. At Lewis is master of invention, and of
convincing
the very beginning I only saw them some- detail. Consider the naming of things and people,
times in mirrors." which always a test of the quality of imagina-
is
Tolly came out from under the bed-clothes. tion: such names as Trumpkin and
for dwarfs,
"I do," he said proudly. "At least, only Alex- Trufflehunter; Glenstorm, the Centaur; Wimble-
ander and Linnet, once." weather, a rather small giant; and the memorable
"Toby is always the rarest. You see, he is so Reepicheep, a heroic mouse.
often with Feste." "Narnia! Narnia! Narnia, awake. Love. Think.
"Do you ever see Feste?" Speak. Be Walking Trees. Be Talking Beasts. Be
"Never," she said sadly. "But my grandfa- Divine Waters."* So the spell is cast. Lewis him-
ther told me he did sometimes." self recommends that the Narnia books be read
Tolly breathed again. There was still hope. in the following sequence: The
Magician's Neph-
"Was his name Toseland too?" ew (1955); The Lion, the Witch and the Ward-
"Yes, my dear, it was." robe (1 950) The Horse and His Boy (1 954) Prince
; ;
Tolly put the ebony mouse into his pyjama Caspian (1951); The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
pocket, thinking to himself it would make it (1952); The Silver Chair (1953); The Last Battle
come warm more quickly. Mrs. Oldknow (1956).
watched him. The chapter from Prince Caspian was chosen
"Is the mouse behaving?" for inclusion here because it is typical of recur-
He grinned happily. "Not bad," he said. ring scenes in the books. A hard battle is waged
between a boy and a great traitor King, and the
resulting celebration of joyous triumph brings
C. S. Lewis
together a characteristic conglomeration of crea-
tures from the worlds of C. S. Lewis. [From C. S.
Prince Caspian
Lewis, Prince Caspian (Macmillan, 1951).]
For many years, C. S. Lewis held the Chair of
Medieval and Renaissance English Literature at
How They Were All Very Busy
Cambridge. His worlds are peopled with crea-
tures who derive from his deep roots of scholar- A before two o'clock Trumpkin and the
little
ship and long association with the traditional Badger sat with the rest of the creatures at
literatures of the world: giants, centaurs, dwarfs, the wood's edge looking across at the gleam-
dryads, nymphs, and talking beasts and animals. ing line of Miraz's army which was about two
They move in a different ambience from their arrow-shots away. In between, a square
origins, reflecting Lewis's particular exaltation space of level grass had been staked for the
and his lifelong concern with the deepest signifi- combat. At the two far corners stood Glozelle
cance of Christian faith. The Lion, Asian, the great and Sopespian with drawn swords. At the
Lord of Narnia, moves through the tales, the near corners were Giant Wimble weather and
shadow of Christ himself upon him. the Bulgy Bear, who in spite of all their
The genius of the fantasist lies not only in the warnings was sucking his paws and looking,
enormousness of the concept of his tale, and the to tell the truth, uncommonly silly. To make
extent of his passionate belief in it, but also in his up Glenstorm on the right of the lists,
for this,
ability to give
it a
setting in time and space, to stock-still except when he stamped a hind
endow with weather and a geography and
it hoof occasionally on the turf, looked much
atmosphere of reality. In addition he must invent more imposing than the Telmarine baron who
a spirited plot, with dramatic action and the faced him on the left. Peter had just shaken
tension between triumph and failure sustained to hands with Edmund and the Doctor, and was
the breaking point. These are the attributes to now walking down to the combat. It was like
which the children respond, caught up as they the moment before the pistol goes at an im-
have been now for more than a generation in portant race, but very much worse.
these full-bodied tales, in which real children are
entrapped in fantastic adventure. *In The Magician's Nephew.
FANTASY 919
"I wish Asian had turned up before it came Old Narnians that it was nearly deafening.
to this," said
Trumpkin. "What was it? What was it?" asked the
"So do I," said Trufflehunter. "But look Doctor. "My old eyes missed it."
behind you." "The High King has pricked him in the
"Crows and crockery!" muttered the Dwarf arm-pit," said Caspian, still clapping. "Just
as soon as he had done so. "What are they? where the arm-hole of the hauberk let the
Huge people beautiful people like gods point through. First blood."
and goddesses and giants. Hundreds and "It's looking ugly again now, though," said
thousands of them, closing in behind us. Edmund. "Peter's not using his shield proper-
What are they?" ly. He must be hurt in the left arm."
"It'sthe Dryads and Hamadryads and Sil- It was only too true. Everyone could see
vans," said Trufflehunter. "Asian has waked that Peter's shield hung limp. The shouting of
them." the Telmarines redoubled.
"Humph!" said the Dwarf. "That'll be very "You've seen more battles than I," said
useful the enemy try any treachery. But it
if Caspian. "Is there any chance now?"
won't help the High King very much if Miraz "Precious little," said Edmund. "I suppose
proves handier with his sword." he might just do it. With luck."
"The Badger said nothing, for now Peter "Oh, why did we let it happen at all?" said
and Miraz were entering the lists from oppo- Caspian.
site ends, both on foot, both in chain shirts, Suddenly all the shouting on both sides
with helmets and shields. They advanced till died down. Edmund was puzzled for a mo-
they were close together. Both bowed and ment. Then he said, "Oh, I see. They've both
seemed to speak, but it was impossible to hear agreed to a rest. Come on, Doctor. You and I
what they said. Next moment the two swords may be able to do something for the High
flashed in the sunlight. For a second the clash King." They ran down to the lists and Peter
could be heard but it was immediately came outside the ropes to meet them, his face
drowned because both armies began shouting red and sweaty, his chest heaving.
like crowds at a football match. "Is your left arm wounded?" asked
"Well done, Peter, oh well done!" shouted Edmund.
Edmund as he saw Miraz reel back a whole "It's not exactly a wound," Peter said. "I
pace and a half. "Follow it up, quick!" And got the full weight of his shoulder on my
Peter did, and for a few seconds it looked as if shield like a load of bricks and the rim of
the fight might be won. But then Miraz pulled the shield drove into my wrist. I don't think
himself together; began to make real use of it'sbroken, but it might be a sprain. If you
his height and weight. "Miraz! Miraz! The could tie it up very tight I think I could
King, the King," came the roar of the Tel- manage."
marines. Caspian and Edmund grew white While they were doing this, Edmund asked
with sickening anxiety. anxiously, "What do you think of him, Peter?"
"Peter is taking some dreadful knocks," "Tough," said Peter. "Very tough. I have a
said Edmund. chance if I can keep him on the hop till his
"Hullo!" said Caspian. "What's happening weight and short wind come against him in
now?' this hot sun too. To tell the truth. I haven't
"Beth falling apart," said Edmund. "A bit much chance else. Give my love to ... to
blown, I expect. Watch. Ah, now they're be- everyone at home, Ed, if he gets me. Here he
ginnii g again, more scientifically this time. comes into the lists again. So long, old chap.
Circli ig round and round, feeling each oth- Good-bye, Doctor. And I say, Ed, say some-
er's d< fences." thing specially nice to Trumpkin. He's been a
"I'n afraid this Miraz knows his work," brick."
mutte red the Doctor. But hardly had he said Edmund couldn't speak. He walked back
this \ 'hen there was such a clapping and with the Doctor to his own lines with a sick
bayin and throwing up of hoods among the
; feeling in his stomach.
920 THE STORIED WORLD
But the new bout went well. Peter now Knight and a High King. I suppose it is what
seemed to be able to make some use of his Asian would like. But that brute will be up
"
shield, and he certainly made good use of his again in a minute and then
feet. He was almost playing Tig with Miraz But "that brute" never rose. The Lords
now, keeping out of range, shifting his Glozelle and Sopespian had their own plans
ground, making the enemy work. ready. As soon as they saw their King down
"Coward!" booed the Telmarines. "Why they leaped into the lists crying, "Treachery!
don't you stand up to him? Don't you like it, Treachery! The Narnian traitor has stabbed
eh? Thought you'd come to fight, not dance. him in the back while he lay helpless. To
Yah!" arms! To arms, Telmar."
"Oh, I do hope he won't listen to them," Peter hardly understood what was happen-
said Caspian. ing. He saw two big men running towards
"Not he," said Edmund. "You don't know him with drawn swords. Then the third Tel-
him Oh!" for Miraz had got in a blow at marine had leaped over the ropes on his left.
last, on Peter's helmet. Peter staggered, "To arms, Narnia. Treachery!" Peter shout-
slipped sideways and fell on one knee. The ed. If all three had set upon him at once he
roar of the Telmarines rose like the noise of would never have spoken again. But Glozelle
the sea. "Now, Miraz," they yelled. "Now. stopped to stab his own King dead where he
Quick! Quick! Kill him." But indeed there lay: "That's for your insult, this morning," he
was no need to egg the usurper on. He was on whispered as the blade went home. Peter
top of Peter already. Edmund bit his lips till swung to face Sopespian, slashed his legs
the blood came, as the sword flashed down on from under him and, with the backcut of the
Peter. It looked as if it would slash off his same stroke, walloped off his head. Edmund
head. Thank heavens! it had glanced down was now at his side crying, "Narnia, Narnia.
his right shoulder. The dwarf-wrought mail The Lion." The whole Telmarine army was
was sound and did not break. rushing towards them. But now the Giant
"Great Scott," cried Edmund. "He's up was stamping forward, stooping low and
again. Peter, go it, Peter." swinging his club. The Centaurs charged.
"I couldn't see what happened," said the Twang, twang behind, and hiss, hiss over-
Doctor. "How did he do it?" head came the archery of Dwarfs. Trumpkin
"Grabbed Miraz 's arm as it came down," was fighting at his left. Full battle was joined.
said Trumpkin, dancing with delight. "Come back, Reepicheep, you little ass!"
"There's a man for you. Uses his enemy's arm shouted Peter. "You'll only be killed. This is
as a ladder. The High King! The High King! no place for mice." But the ridiculous little
Up, Old Narnia." creatures were dancing in and out among the
"Look," said Trufflehunter. "Miraz is an- feet of armies, jabbing with their
both
gry. It is good." swords. a Telmarine warrior that day
Many
They were certainly at it hammer and felt his foot suddenly pierced as if by a dozen
tongs now; such a flurry of blows that it skewers, hopped on one leg cursing the pain,
seemed impossible for either not to be killed. and fell as often as not. If he fell, the mice
As the excitement grew, the shouting almost finished him off; if he did not, someone else
died away. The spectators were holding their did.
breath. It was most horrible and most mag- But almost before the Old Narnians were
nificent. really warmed to their work they found the
A great shout arose from the Old Narnians. enemy giving way. Tough-looking warriors
Miraz was down not struck by Peter, but turned white, gazed in terror not on the Old
face downwards, having tripped on a tussock. Narnians but on something behind them, and
Peter stepped back waiting for him to rise. then flung down their weapons, shrieking,
bother, bother, bother," said Edmund
"Oh "The Wood! The Wood! The end of the world!"
to himself."Need he be as gentlemanly as all But soon neither their cries nor the sound
that? I suppose he must. Comes of being a of weapons could be heard any more, for both
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were drowned in the ocean-like roar of the They turned a little to the right, raced down
Awakened Trees as they plunged through the a steep hill, and found the long bridge of
ranks of Peter's army, and then on, in pursuit Beruna in front of them. Before they had
of the Telmarines. Have you ever stood at the begun to cross it, however, up out of the water
edge of a great wood on a high ridge when a came a great wet, bearded head, larger than a
wild southwester broke over it in full fury on man's, crowned with rushes. It looked at
an autumn evening? Imagine that sound. Asian and out of its mouth a deep voice came.
And then imagine that the wood, instead of "Hail, Lord," it said. "Loose my chains."
being fixed to one place, was rushing at you; "Who on earth is that?" whispered Susan.
and was no longer trees but huge people; yet "I think it's the river-god, but hush," said
still like trees because their long arms waved Lucy.
like branches and their heads tossed and "Bacchus," said Asian. "Deliver him from
leaves fell round them in showers. It was like his chains."
that for the Telmarines. It was a little alarm- "That means the bridge, I expect," thought
ing even for the Narnians. In a few minutes Lucy. And so it did. Bacchus and his people
all Miraz's followers were running down to splashed forward into the shallow water, and
the Great River in the hope of crossing the a minute later the most curious things began
bridge to the town of Beruna and there de- happening. Great, strong trunks of ivy came
fending themselves behind ramparts and curling up all the piers of the bridge, growing
closed gates. as quickly as a fire grows, wrapping the
They reached the river, but there was no stones round, splitting, breaking, separating
bridge. It had disappeared since yesterday. them. The walls of the bridge turned into
Then utter panic and horror fell upon them hedges gay with hawthorn for a moment then
and they all surrendered. disappeared as the whole thing with a rush
But what had happened to the bridge? and a rumble collapsed into the swirling wa-
Early that morning, after a few hours' ter. With much splashing, screaming, and
sleep, the girls had waked, to see Asian stand- laughter the revellers waded or swam or
ing over them and to hear his voice saying, danced across the ford ("Hurrah! It's the
"We will make holiday." They rubbed their Fords of Beruna again now!" cried the girls)
eyes and looked round them. The Trees had and up the bank on the far side and into the
all gone but could still be seen moving away town.
towards Asian's How in a dark mass. Bac- Everyone in the streets fled before their
chus and the Maenads his fierce, madcap faces. The first house they came to was a
girls and Silenus, were still with them. school: a girl's school, where a lot of Narnian
Lucy, fully rested, jumped up. Everyone was girls,with their hair done very tight and ugly
awake, everyone was laughing, flutes were tight collars round their necks and thick
playing, cymbals clashing. Animals, not tickly stockings on their legs, were having a
Talking Animals, were crowding in upon history lesson. The sort of "History" that was
them from every direction. taught in Narnia under Miraz's rule was dull-
"What is it, Asian?" said Lucy, her eyes er than the truest history you ever read and
dancing and her feet wanting to dance. less true than the most exciting adventure
"Come, children," said he. "Ride on my story.
back again to-day." "Ifyou don't attend, Gwendolen," said the
"Oh lovely!" cried Lucy, and both girls mistress, "and stop looking out of the win-
climbe i on to the warm golden back as they dow, I shall have to give you an order-mark."
"
had d( ne no-one knew how many years be- "But please, Miss Frizzle began
fore. T len the whole party moved off Asian Gwendolen.
leadin;;, Bacchus and his Maenads leaping, "Did you hear what I said, Gwendolen?"
rushin i, and turning somersaults. The beasts asked Miss Frizzle.
friskin 5 round them, and Silenus and his "But please, Miss Frizzle," said Gwendo-
donkey bringing up the rear. len, "there's a LION!"
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"Take two order-marks for talking non- her heart. Asian stopped right under the win-
"
sense," said Miss Frizzle. "And now A dow and looked up at her.
roar interrupted her. Ivy came curling in at "Oh don't, don't," she said. "I'd love to.
the windows of the classroom. The walls But I mustn't. I must stick to my work. And
became a mass of shimmering green, and the children would be frightened if they
leafy branches arched overhead where the saw you."
ceiling had been. Miss Frizzle found she was "Frightened?" said the most pig-like of the
standing on grass in a forest glade. She boys. "Who's she talking to out of the win-
clutched at her desk to steady herself, and dow? Let's tell the inspector she talks to
found that the desk was a rose-bush. Wild people out of the window when she ought to
people such as she had never even imagined be teaching us."
were crowding round her. Then she saw the "Let's go and see who it is," said another
lion, screamed and fled, and with her fled her boy, and they all came crowding to the win-
class, who were mostly dumpy, prim little dow. But as soon as their mean little faces
girls with fat legs. Gwendolen hesitated. looked out, Bacchus gave a great cry of Euan,
"You'll stay with us, sweetheart?" said euoi-oi-oi-oi and the boys all began howling
Asian. with fright and trampling one another down
"Oh, may I? Thank you, thank you," said to get out of the door and jumping out of the
Gwendolen. Instantly she joined hands with windows. And it was said afterwards (wheth-
two of the Maenads who whirled her round in er truly or not) that those particular little boys
a merry dance and helped her take off some of were never seen again, but there were a lot of
the unnecessary and uncomfortable clothes very fine little pigs in that part of the country
that she was wearing. which had never been there before.
Wherever they went in the little town of "Now, Dear Heart," said Asian to the Mis-
Beruna it was the same. Most of the people tress: and she jumped down and joined them.
fled, a few joined them. When they left the At Beaversdam they re-crossed the river
town they were a larger and a merrier com- and came east again along the southern
pany. bank. They came to a little cottage where a
They swept on across the level fields on the child stood in the doorway crying. "Why are
north bank, or left bank, of the At every
river. you crying, my love?" asked Asian. The child,
farm animals came out to join them. Sad old who had never even seen a picture of a lion,
donkeys who had never known joy grew sud- was not afraid of him. "Auntie's very ill," she
denly young again; chained dogs broke their said. "She's going to die." Then Asian went to
chains; horses kicked their carts to pieces and go in at the door of the cottage, but it was too
came trotting along with them clop- small for him. So, when he had got his head
clop kicking up the mud and whinnying. through, he pushed with his shoulders (Lucy
At a well in a yard they met a man who was and Susan fell off when he did this) and lifted
beating a boy. The stick burst into flower in the whole house up and it all fell backwards
the man's hand. He tried to drop it, but it and apart. And there, still in her bed, though
stuck to his hand. His arm became a branch, the bed was now in the open air, lay a little old
his body the trunk of a tree, his feet took root. woman who looked as if she had Dwarf blood
The boy, who had been crying a moment in her. She was at death's door, but when she
before, burst out laughing and joined them. opened her eyes and saw the bright, hairy
At a little town half way to Beaversdam, head of the lion staring into her face, she did
where two rivers met, they came to another not scream or faint. She said, "Oh Asian! I
school, where a tired-looking girl was teach- knew it was true. I've been waiting for this all
ing arithmetic to a number of boys who my life. Have you come to take me away?"
looked very like pigs. She looked out of the "Yes, dearest," said Asian. "But not the
window and saw the divine revellers singing long journey yet." And as he spoke, like the
up the street and a stab of joy went through flush creeping along the underside of a cloud
FANTASY 923
at sunrise, the colour came back to her white loved them and imagined marvelous adventures
face and her eyes grew bright and she sat up forthem. The author makes the story so convinc-
and said, "Why, I do declare I feel that better. ing there seems little reason to doubt it.[From
I think I could take a little breakfast this Pauline Clarke, The Return of the Twelves
morning." (Coward-McCann, 1962).]
"Here you are, mother," said Bacchus, dip-
ping a pitcher in the cottage well and handing The Four Genii
it to her. But what was in it now was not
water but the richest wine, red as red-currant "Janey, come up to the attic," Max whispered
jelly, smooth as oil, strong as beef, warming as they put their bicycles away. Philip had
as tea, cool as dew. already gone off toward the farmyard.
"Eh, you've done something to our well," Jane nodded eagerly, and Max felt re-
said the old woman. "That makes a nice lieved. She hadn't forgotten; she was still a
change, that does." And she jumped out of faithful Genie.
bed. Without talking, they pelted up the stairs,
"Ride on me," said Asian, and added to and as Mrs. Morley came out of the kitchen to
Susan and Lucy, "You two queens will have ask them if they had enjoyed themselves she
to run now." thought, Ah, Jane's in Max's game now, evi-
"But we'd that just as well," said
like dently. And she wondered what it was that
Susan. And they went again.
off absorbed them so.
And so at last, with leaping and dancing "Wasn't it funny about the Brontes having
and singing, with music and laughter and soldiers?" Jane said softly as they approached
roaring and barking and neighing, they all the attic door.
came to the place where Miraz's army stood "Funny," said Max in a tone heavy with
flinging down their swords and holding up excitement and meaning. "Janey, do you re-
their hands, and Peter's army, still holding alize that thing he said they wrote, called THE
their weapons and breathing hard, stood HISTORY OF THE YOUNG MEN, is what Butter
round them with stern and glad faces. And talked about this morning?"
the first thing that happened was that the old Jane stared at Max.
woman slipped off Asian's back and ran "You didn't tell me."
across to Caspian and they embraced one "I haven't had a chance yet, have I?"
another; for she was his old nurse. "Is that turned red and shut up?"
why you
"Yes. Did I? Well, it gave me a shock. And
then, one being called Butter Something! He
said so, 'Butter Something,' and that's what
Pauline Clarke had reminded him!"
The Return of the Twelves "Yes, he did. Max, what do you think it is?
Do you think?"
An ingenious fantasy based on Branwell Bronte's Max interrupted her.
imaginary adventures with a set of wooden sol- "How many of these old Brontes were
diers, v/hich he described in his book History of there?"
the Yc ung Men. The setting of the story is "Four, I think."
presen -day England. Young Max finds twelve of are. Butter says there were four
"There you
the long-lost soldiers in the York-
attic of their Genii! Was there a boy and three girls?"
shire rome not far from Haworth, where the "I believe so. I'm not sure. I know about
Bronte family once lived. Max's affection and Charlotte most."
sympat iy bring the little soldiers to life (but they "Well, who can we ask? Do you know their
"
"freeze if
they are observed by others) and they names, Jane?"
tell hirr of the time a hundred years
ago when the "Only Charlotte. But, Maxy, if you think
four ge nii, Branwell, Charlotte, Emily, and Anne, these are their soldiers, why are they here?
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They ought to be at Haworth, where they "The only one that isn't right is Tallii,"
lived, not in an attic here." Jane said.
"I can't help where they ought to be," "Brannii was the chief Genie. That's the
Max and rather cross because
said, excited boy. Branwell, isn't it?"
it all seemed strange and he didn't under- "Yes. He was Patrick Branwell, but as their
stand it. "The thing is, are they the ones? father was Patrick, too, he was called Bran-
Can you ask Mummy their names, these well, Mummy said."
Brontes' names, without letting on why, "Was she suspicious?"
Jane?" "No, she just said she supposed Mr. Ro-
"Why do you want to know their names?" chester had got us interested, and I said yes.
she argued, feeling cross too. I was as vague as anything."
"Because Butter told me the names of the "Good. I'd already guessed. Anne. Emmii
four Genii," Max almost shouted. "I want to is Emily. So, Tallii must be the Charlotte
know if they fit. They're made-up ones, the one."
Genii, but they're sure to be from their real "It to be Charlii."
ought
names." This conversation had been carried "Well, guess she thought that was too
I
on in secret whispers outside the attic door. much like a boy."
But now their impatience had made their "Yes."
voices grow louder and louder. Max suddenly "You see, Butter called me Maxii, and then
realized this. I called you Janeii."
"Shush!" he said. "All to go with Genii," Jane added.
"Well, you shush," retorted Jane, with rea- "Let's go in and I'll say you're here!"
son. "Wait here, don't go in without me, and "Yes," Jane said, very excited. "Max, may I
I'll go and ask Mummy." hold one, the way you do?"
Max promised to wait. But he couldn't "I think you might hold Butter. He's the
resist kneeling down and looking through the one who's used to speaking to the Genii. We'll
keyhole. see what happens."
There wasn't a soldier to be seen. The They went in and looked all around the
space before the Ashanti stool was empty. He attic in each corner. No Young Men.
couldn't see the whole attic from the keyhole, "Maybe they're behind something," Max
and he had promised not to go in. whispered.
Jane returned to find him kneeling before "Where do you keep them? In that shoe
the door. She was breathless and as she knelt, box?"
too, she giggled. "Yes, but they wouldn't put themselves
"This is how saw you when you
I first away."
started it, and you had that candy ball." "They could. Oh, Max." She clutched his
Max protested. "They've
"I didn't start it," arm. "They're in the boat!"
gone," he added. "What are the names?" They were. Only the heads and shoulders
"What do you mean, gone?" Jane said, of the Twelves showed above the sides of the
shocked, pushing him aside and putting an carved canoe. Their heads were bent on their
eye to the keyhole. "Max!" hands, and their hands were clutching balsa-
"Well, they walk around. We'll go in soon. wood oars which rested on their little knees
What are the four names?" and over the sides of the canoe. They were
Jane raised her head. asleep, it seemed.
"Charlotte, Branwell, Emily and Anne," "Worn out with rowing," Max whispered.
she said. "In that order. There were two older Butter sat in the bow, his head bent forward
ones that died." on his chest. Crackey sat in the stern, or
Max looked at her, remembering. rather leaned back, sleeping comfortably. Be-
"Well, the Genii were called Brannii, Tallii, tween them sat the others, in two rows of
Emmii and Annii," he said slowly. five, holding their oars of different lengths
They both squatted back on their heels. and looking like galley slaves.
FANTASY 925
Max and Jane kneeled down to look at began using his piece of wood like a punt pole
them. over the side, to the peril of Tracky, who sat in
"Have they gone back to being wooden?" his way.
Jane asked. "That's Sneaky," Max whispered, "and he
Max looked at Butter fixedly. As he looked was the favorite of Chief Genie Brannii. But-
he could make out, perhaps, the slightest rise ter told me so. He's one of the kings, do you
and fall of his breathing. He wasn't sure. remember?"
Then he looked at Crac key's face the "He would be," said Jane.
only face that showed and realized that he "We're not getting far anyway," Monkey
had known it was Crackey, which meant his said, "without any water."
face wasn't wooden and blurred but lively "You look as if you're waving a flag, not
and detailed. "No. They're just asleep," he rowing a boat," said Cheeky.
said. Monkey raised his oar, which was certainly
At this moment the
patriarch woke, short, and brought it down crack on Cheeky's
stretched his arms, yawned, rubbed his eyes head. Cheeky returned the blow, but his oar
and said in a brisk voice, "Ready all." glanced off and hit Gravey. Gravey howled,
"Oh, his darling yawn," said Jane. stood up, and began hitting everyone at ran-
"Jane, don't treat him like a toy or a baby dom, still with an expression of utmost mel-
animal, please," Max warned. He felt that ancholy. Sneaky was quick to join him.
this would be wrong and insulting. "He's a At once there was pandemonium in the
small, alive person," he explained, "and full Ashanti canoe as all the rowers jumped up.
of years and wisdom. He says so." "Help," said Jane, "how do you stop a
"Yes, I see," Jane said meekly. quarrel?"
At his words, all the others sat up, balanced "I've never had to. Butter usually does,"
their oars as best they could without Max whispered.
rowlocks many finding them too heavy Butter was standing up with raised arms,
and began to row rather wildly as Butter calling "Easy all," but nobody took much
directed. notice. They went on whacking and punching
"One, two; one, two; one, two," said the with great abandon, and the canoe was rock-
patriarch briskly. ing a little on the attic floor.
"Mind your elbows, Cheeky," growled Max swooped on Butter and lifted him
Gravey. high.
"Old sourpuss," retorted the bold Cheeky. "Command silence, Oh Patriarch," he sug-
"I should be obliged if His present Majesty gested.
could keep his knees out of my back," Stumps The patriarch blinked, but finding himself
requested of the Duke of Wellington. in a position of such advantage, he said loud-
"Impossible to achieve," drawled the ly, "Pray silence!" As they heard this voice,
Duke, "since you push your back into my apparently from the courts of heaven, the
knees." Twelves stopped fighting, sat down, and
"Brave Benbow lost his legs by chain shot, rubbed their bruises.
by chain sho-o-ot," yelled Crackey from the "Butter Crashey," said Max solemnly, "the
stern, to the time of the rowing. Genie Janeii is present." He could hardly keep
"Mave over, Ross," Parry snarled. from laughing. Genie Janeii sounded so
"H >w can I? The boat's curved and throws funny.
you into the middle like a feather bed," said The patriarch's wise wrinkled face took on
Ross angrily. With all this argument, the a look of satisfaction. Jane was watching
rowing became wilder and wilder. Max and intently, smiling. Max held Butter toward
Jane vatched, half-smiling and half-alarmed her, signaling to her to take him.
as the cries and arguments of the twelve grew Jane put her finger and thumb around his
loude Sneaky found it impossible to row
.
body, and felt the taut, thrilling wriggle of
prope "ly sitting down, so he leaped up and life.She couldn't help a slight shiver.
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replied with natural grace, having noted the YOUR OBEDIENT SERVANT,
way Max addressed him. SENECA D. BREWER,
From the boat came the sound of a thin PROFESSOR"
cheer. All malice and sulks seemed to be over.
"They welcome you," said Butter Crashey, "Now, isn't that going too far? I ask you,
nodding. understanding the thwarted genius of Bran-
"Put him back in the boat, Jane," Max well Bronte by examining his wooden sol-
whispered as they heard their mother ring the diers. Richest thing I've read in years. And as
bell for supper. Jane did so, and as they crept if they'd still be in existence, made of wood,
from the attic they heard the Young Men's you know."
voices rise in a sea song. The family had sat silent, except for Philip,
and we'll roar," they shrilled,
"We'll rant who had laughed at the professor's name.
wild ocean
"all o'er the ." . . Max and Jane gazed at each other and then
"Max, the feel of him," Jane said as they looked quickly away.
ran downstairs. Mrs. Morley spoke. "But, Rod, Maxy's are
"I know. You can always tell when they wooden and they've survived," she said.
freeze. They feel wooden again." "They're nearly as old, I suppose."
as life and death. It is with delight, however, that "No," replied Wilbur. "I suppose it is un-
children read and reread this work, which was comfortable. How long does it take a goose
written by a man who never considered writing egg to hatch?"
down to them. "Children are demanding," he "Approximately-oximately thirty days, all
says. "They are the most attentive, curious,
ea- told," answered the goose. "But I cheat a
ger, observant, sensitive, quick,
and generally little.On warm afternoons, I just pull a little
congenial readers on earth. Children are
. . . straw over the eggs and go out for a walk."
game for anything. throwI them hard words, and Wilbur yawned and went back to sleep. In
they backhand them over the net. They love his dreams he heard again the voice saying,
words that give them a hard time, provided they "I'll be a friend to you. Go to sleep you'll see
are in a context that absorbs their attention."* me in the morning."
[From E. B. White, Charlotte's Web (Harper, About half an hour before dawn, Wilbur
1952).] woke and listened. The barn was still dark.
The sheep lay motionless. Even the goose was
quiet. Overhead, on the main floor, nothing
Charlotte
stirred: the cows were resting, the horses
The night seemed long. Wilbur's stomach was dozed. Templeton had quit work and gone off
empty and his mind was full. And when your somewhere on an errand. The only sound was
stomach is empty and your mind is full, it's a slight scraping noise from the rooftop,
always hard to sleep. where the weather-vane swung back and
A dozen times during the night Wilbur forth.Wilbur loved the barn when it was like
woke and stared into the blackness, listening this calm and quiet, waiting for light.
to the sounds and trying to figure out what "Day is almost here," he thought.
time it was. A barn is never perfectly quiet. Through a small window, a faint gleam
Even at midnight there is usually something appeared. One by one the stars went out.
stirring. Wilbur could see the goose a few feet away.
The first time he woke, he heard Templeton She sat with head tucked under a wing. Then
gnawing a hole in the grain bin. Templeton's he could see the sheep and the lambs. The sky
teeth scraped loudly against the wood and lightened.
made quite a racket. "That crazy rat!" "Oh, beautiful day, it is here at last! Today
thought Wilbur. "Why does he have to stay up I shall find my friend."
all night, grinding his dashers and destroying Wilbur looked everywhere. He searched his
people's property? Why can't he go to sleep, pen thoroughly. He examined the window
like any decent animal?" ledge, stared up at the ceiling. But he saw
The second time Wilbur woke, he heard the nothing new. Finally he decided he would
goose turning on her nest and chuckling to have to speak up. He hated to break the lovely
herself. stillness of dawn by using his voice, but he
"What time is it?" whispered Wilbur to the couldn't think of any other way to locate the
goose. mysterious new friend who was nowhere to
"Probably-obably-obably about half -past be seen. So Wilbur cleared his throat.
elever .," said the goose. "Why aren't you "Attention, please!" he said in a loud, firm
asleep, Wilbur?" voice. "Will the party who addressed me at
"ToD many things on my mind," said Wil- bedtime last night kindly make himself or
bur. herself known by giving an appropriate sign
"Well," said the goose, "that's not my trou- or signal!"
ble. I lave nothing at all on my mind, but I've Wilbur paused and listened. All the other
too m my things under my behind. Have you animals lifted their heads and stared at him.
ever ried to sleep while sitting on eight Wilbur blushed. But he was determined to get
eggs?
'
Please tell me where you are, if you are my "Charlotte what?" asked Wilbur, eagerly.
friend!" "Charlotte A. Cavatica. But just call me
The sheep looked
at each other in disgust. Charlotte."
"Stop your nonsense, Wilbur!" said the old- "I think you're beautiful," said Wilbur.
est sheep. "If you have a new friend here, you "Well, I am pretty," replied Charlotte.
are probably disturbing his rest; and the "There's no denying that. Almost all spiders
quickest way to spoil a friendship is to wake are rather nice-looking. I'm not as flashy as
somebody up in the morning before he is some, but I'll do. I wish I could see you,
ready. How can you be sure your friend is an Wilbur, as clearly as you can see me."
early riser?" "Why can't you?" asked the pig. "I'm right
"Ibeg everyone's pardon," whispered Wil- here."
bur. "I didn't mean to be objectionable." "Yes, but I'm near-sighted," replied Char-
He lay down meekly in the manure, facing lotte. "I've always been dreadfully near-
the door. He did not know it, but his friend sighted. It's good in some ways, not so good in
was very near. And the old sheep was right others. Watch me wrap up this fly."
the friend was still asleep. A fly
that had been crawling along Wilbur's
Soon Lurvy appeared with slops for break- trough had flown up and blundered into the
fast. Wilbur rushed out, ate everything in a lower part of Charlotte's web and was tangled
hurry, and licked the trough. The sheep in the sticky threads. The fly was beating its
moved off down the lane, the gander waddled wings furiously, trying to break loose and free
along behind them, pulling grass. And then, itself.
just as Wilbur was settling down for his "First," said Charlotte, "I dive at him."She
morning nap, he heard again the thin voice plunged headfirst toward the As she
fly.
that had addressed him the night before. dropped, a tiny silken thread unwound from
"Salutations!" said the voice. her rear end.
Wilbur jumped to his feet. "Salu-what?" "Next,I wrap him up." She grabbed the
Nobody feeds me. I have to get my own living. a series of remarkable adventures. In the follow-
I live by my wits. I have to be sharp and all of them but especially nine-
ing selection,
clever, lest I go hungry. I have to think things year-old Katharine discover that the intrusion
out, catch what I can, take what comes. And of twentieth-century children into the world of
it just my friend, that what
so happens, King Arthur and his knights creates some unfore-
comes is and insects and bugs. And
flies seen problems. [From Edward Eager, Half Magic
furthermore," said Charlotte, shaking one of (Harcourt, 1954).]
her legs, "do you realize that if I didn't catch
bugs and eat them, bugs would increase and
What Happened to Katharine
multiply and get so numerous that they'd
destroy the earth, wipe out everything?" Next morning there were no secret meetings
"Reiilly?" said Wilbur. "I wouldn't want before breakfast.
that tc happen. Perhaps your web is a good Jane stayed in her room and Mark stayed in
thing efter all." his room, and in the room they shared Katha-
The goose had been listening to this con- rine and Martha hardly conversed at all.
versation and chuckling to herself. "There Each of the children was too busy mak-
are a lot of things Wilbur doesn't know about ing private plans and deciding on favorite
life," *he thought. "He's really a very inno- wishes.
cent li tie pig. He doesn't even know what's Breakfast was eaten in silence, but not
going :o happen to him around Christmas- without the exchange of some excited looks.
time; } e has no idea that Mr. Zuckerman and The children's mother was aware that some-
Lurvy ire plotting to kill him." And the goose thing was in the air, and wondered what new
raised lerself a bit and poked her eggs a little trial lay in store for her.
furthei under her so that they would receive When their mother had gone to work and
the fail heat from her warm body and soft the dishes and other loathly tasks were done,
feathei s. the four children gathered in Katharine and
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Martha's room. Katharine had already "You mean travel around in the past?"
checked to see that the charm still lay in its Jane's eyes were glowing. "See Captain Kidd
cubbyhole, unharmed by wish of mouse or and Nero?"
termite. "I've always wanted to live back in the
Jane had drawn up some rules. olden romantic days," said Katharine, getting
"The wishes are to go by turns," she said. excited, too. "In days of old when knights
"Nobody's to make any main wish that were bold!"
doesn't include all the rest of us. If there have The others were joining in by now. For
to be any smaller wishes later on in the same once the four children were all in complete
adventure, the person who wished the main agreement.
wish gets to make them, except in case of "Put in about tournaments," said Mark.
emergency. Like if he loses the charm and "And quests," said Jane.
one of the other ones finds it. I get to go first." "Put in a good deed, too," said Martha.
Katharine had something to say about that. "Just to be on the safe side."
"I don't see why," she said. "You always "Don't forget to say two times everything,"
get dibs on first 'cause you're the oldest, and said all three. They clustered eagerly around
grown ups always pick Martha 'cause she's Katharine as she took hold of the charm.
the baby, and Mark has a wonderful double "I wish," said Katharine, "that we may go
life with all this and being a boy, too! Middle back twice as far as to the days of King
ones never get any privileges at all! Besides, Arthur, and see two tournaments and go on
who hasn't had a wish of her own yet? Think two quests and do two good deeds."
back!" The next thing the four children knew,
It was true. Jane had had the half-fire, and they were standing in the midst of a crowded
Martha had made Carrier half-talk, and Mark highway. Four queens were just passing, rid-
had taken them to half of a desert island. ing under a silken canopy. The next moment
Jane had to agree that Katharine deserved seven merry milkmaids skipped past, going
a chance. But she couldn't keep from giving a-Maying. In the distance a gallant knight
advice. was chasing a grimly giant with puissant
"We don't want any old visits with Henry valor, and in the other direction a grimly
Wadsworth Longfellow," she said. "Make it giant was chasing a gallant knight for all he
something that's fun for everybody." was worth. Some pilgrims stopped and asked
"I'm going to," said Katharine. "But I can't the four children the way to Canterbury. The
decide between wishing we could all fly like four children didn't know.
birds and wishing we had all the money in the But by now they were tired of the crowded
world." trafficconditions on the King's Highway, and
"Those aren't any good," said Jane. "Peo- crossed into a field, where the grass seemed
ple always wish those in stories, and it never greener and fresher than any they had ever
works out at all! They either fly too near the seen in their own time. A tall figure lay on the
sun and get burned, or end up crushed under ground nearby, under an apple tree. It was a
all the money!" knight in full armor, and he was sound
"We could make it paper money," sug- asleep.
gested Katharine. The four children knew he was asleep,
A discussion followed as to how many mil- because Martha lifted the visor of his helmet
lion dollars in large bills it would take to crush and peeked inside. A gentle snore issued
a person to death. By the time the four chil- forth.
dren got back to the subject of the magic The knight's sword lay on the ground be-
charm seventeen valuable minutes had been side him, and Mark reached to pick it up.
wasted. Immediately the sleeping knight awoke,
But now Mark had an idea. and sat up.
"We've found out the charm can take us "Who steals my purse steals trash," he
through space," he said. "What about time?" said, "but who stealsmy sword steals honor
FANTASY 931
itself, and him will I harry by wood and by "Be ye a prophetess?" cried Sir Launcelot,
water till I cleave him from his brain-pan to becoming interested. "Can ye read the fu-
his thigh-bone!" ture? Tell me more!"
"I beg your pardon, sir," said Mark. But the lady on the milk-white palfrey was
"We didn't mean anything," said Jane. growing impatient.
"We're sorry," said Katharine. "Away, poppets!" she said, getting be-
The knight rubbed his eyes with his mailed tween the four children and Sir Launcelot.
fist. Instead of the miscreant thief he had "Gallant knight, I crave your assistance. In a
expected to see, he saw Mark and Jane and dolorous tower nearby a dread ogre is dis-
Katharine and Martha. tressing some gentlewomen. I am Precep-
"Who be you?" he said. "Hath some grimly tress of the Distressed Gentlewoman Society.
foe murdered me in my sleep? Am I in Heav- We need your help."
en? Be ye cherubim or seraphim?" .
"Naturally," said Sir Launcelot. He whis-
"We be neither," said Katharine. "And this tled, and his trusty horse appeared from be-
isn't Heaven. We are four children." hind the apple tree, where it had been crop-
"Pish," said the knight. "Ye be like no ping apples. Sir Launcelot started to mount
children these eyes have ever beheld. Your the horse.
garb is outlandish." The four children looked at each other.
"People who live in tin armour shouldn't They did not like what they had seen of the
make remarks," said Katharine. lady at all, and they liked the way she had
At this moment there was an interruption. spoken to them even less.
A lady came riding up on a milk-white pal- Katharine stepped forward.
frey. She seemed considerably excited. "I wouldn't go if I were you," she said. "It's
"Hist, gallant knight!" she cried. probably a trap."
The knight rose to his feet, and bowed The lady gave her an evil look.
politely. The lady began batting her eyes, and "Even so," said Sir Launcelot, "needs must
looking at him in a way that made the chil- when duty calls." He adjusted his reins.
dren feel ashamed for her. Katharine drew herself up to her full four
"Thank Heaven I found you," she went on. feet four.
"You alone of allthe world can help me, if "As you noticed before, I be a mighty pro-
your name be Sir Launcelot, as I am let to phetess!" she cried. "And I say unto you, go
know it is!" not where this lady bids. She will bring you
The children stared at the knight, open- nothing but disaster!"
mouthed with awe. "I shall go where I please," said Sir Laun-
"Are you really Sir Launcelot?" Mark asked celot.
him. "So there!" said the lady.
"That is my name," said the knight. "You'll be sorry!" said Katharine.
The four children stared at him harder. "Enough of parley," said Sir Launcelot.
Now that he wasn't looking so sleepy they "Never yet did Launcelot turn from a worthy
could see that it was true. No other in all the quest. I know who ye be now. Ye be four false
world oould wear so manly a bearing, so noble wizards come to me in the guise of children to
a face They were in the presence of Sir
.
tempt me from my course. 'Tis vain. Out of
Launcalot du Lake, the greatest knight in all the way. Flee, churls. Avaunt and quit my
the Age of Chivalry! sight, thy bones are marrowless. Giddy-up."
"How is Elaine?" Katharine wanted to Sir Launcelot chirruped to his horse, and
know ight away, "and little Galahad?" the lady chirruped to hers, and away they
"I k low not the folk you mention," said Sir went, galloping down the King's Highway.
Launcslot. The four children had to scatter to both sides
"Oh, yes, you do, sooner or later," said to avoid the flying hooves.
Katha inc. "You probably just haven't come Of course it was but the work of a mo-
to thei i yet." ment and a simple problem in fractions for
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Katharine to wish they all had horses and "Why, you false thing, you!" said Jane.
could follow. "I told him so!" said Katharine.
Immediately they had, and they did. "Let's go home!"said Martha.
Sir Launcelot turned, and saw the four "No, we have rescue him!" said Mark.
to
children close at his heels, mounted now on "Ho ho!" said the lady. "Just you try it!
four dashing chargers. Your magic is a mere nothing compared with
"Away, fiends!" he said. mine, elf spawn! Know that I am the great
'
"Shan't! said Katharine. enchantress, Morgan le Fay!"
They went on. "You would be!" said Katharine, who
The four children had never ridden horse- didn't like being called "elfspawn," as who
back before, but they found that it came to would? "I remember you in the books, always
them quite easily, though Martha's horse making trouble. I wish you'd go jump in the
was a bit big for her, and she had trouble lake!"
posting. Katharine wasn't thinking of the charm
And it was
particularly interesting when, when she wished this, or she might have
every time the lady started casting loving worded it differently. But that didn't stop the
looks at Sir Launcelot, the children would charm.
ride up close behind and make jeering noises, "Good old charm!" said Mark, as he
and Sir Launcelot would turn in his saddle watched what happened.
and shout, "Begone, demons!" at them. This Morgan le Fay didn't go jump in the lake;
happened every few minutes. Sir Launcelot she merely fell in a pool. Luckily there was a
seemed to get a little bit angrier each time. pool handy. She slid backwards off her horse
When they had ridden a goodly pace they and landed in it in a sitting position. And
came to a dark wood, stretching along both luckier still, the pool had a muddy bottom,
sides of the highway. Just at the edge of the and Morgan le Fay stuck there long enough
wood, the lady cried out that her horse had for Katharine to make another, calmer wish,
cast a shoe. Sir Launcelot reined in to go to which was that she would stay stuck, and
her aid. The four children stopped at a safe unable to use any of her magic, for twice as
distance. long as would be necessary.
Then, just as Sir Launcelot was dismount- This done, the four children turned their
ing, three knights rode out of the wood. One horses into the wood, and set about following
was dressed all in red, one in green and one in the wicked knights. Morgan le Fay hurled a
black. Before the children could cry out, the few curses after them from among the water
knights rushed at Sir Launcelot from behind. weeds, but these soon died away in the dis-
It was three against one and most unfair. tance.
But even so, Sir Launcelot's strength would There was no path to follow through the
have been as the strength of at least nine if he wood. The branches of trees hung low and
hadn't been taken by surprise. As it was, he thick, and the earth beneath them was damp
had no time even to touch his hand to his and dark and dank, and no birds sang.
sword before the three knights had seized and "This," said Katharine, "is what I would
disarmed him, bound him hand and foot, call a tulgey wood."
flung him across the saddle of his own horse, "Don't!" cried Martha. "Suppose some-
and galloped off into the wood with him, a thing came whiffling through it!"
hapless prisoner. The four children pressed on. Suddenly
The lady turned on the four children. they came to a clearing, and there amidst a
"Ha ha!" she cried. "Now they will take tangle of lambkill and henbane and deadly
him to my castle, where he will lie in a deep nightshade they saw the witch's castle rising
dungeon and be beaten every day with just ahead of them. Poison ivy mantled its
thorns! And so we shall serve all knights of walls. There were snakes in the moat and
the Round Table who happen this way! Death bats in the belfry. The four children did not
to King Arthur!" like the look of it at all.
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"What do we do now?" said Jane. And there we'll beat him very well!
"Wish him free, of course," said Mark. Clink, canikin, clink!"
"Just stand out here and wish? That's too
easy!" said Katharine. The four children looked at each other
"I'm not going inside that castle!" said indignantly; then they peeked through again.
Martha. Some varlets had appeared in the hall.
"Nay," said Katharine, who did not seem to They cleared away the dishes, left the dessert
be so docile today as she used to be. "Ye forget platter on the table, and departed.
that I be a mighty prophetess. Trust ye unto The dessert was a number of round plum
my clever strategy!" puddings, all aflame with blazing blue bran-
"Bushwah," said Mark. "Less talk and dy. The black knight stood up to serve them.
more action." At that moment Katharine remembered a
Katharine put her hand on the charm. "I story she had once read. She decided to have
wish that two doors of this castle may stand some fun with the three knights.
open for us," she said. "I wish two of those puddings were stuck to
So then the children had to look for the one the end of your nose!" she cried, putting her
door that did. They found it at last, a little hand on the charm and staring straight at the
back door with a small drawbridge of its own, black knight, through the crack of the door-
over the moat. The drawbridge was down and way. And immediately one of them was.
the door was ajar. The children went over the But this pudding, unlike the one in the
drawbridge. story, was still burning blue with brandy-fire;
"Beware!" croaked the magic talking frogs so that not only was it humiliating to the
in the moat. black knight, but hurt a good deal as well.
They went in through the doorway. A long And furthermore, his long black whiskers, of
dark passage lay beyond. which he was inordinately proud, began to
"Beware!" squeaked the magic talking singe badly. He gave a wild howl, and his face
mice in the walls. turned nearly as black as his garments, with
The children went along the passage. It rage.
wound and twisted a good deal. The magic "Ods blood, who hath played this scurvy
cobwebs hanging from the ceiling brushed at trickupon me?" he cried, beating at his nose
their faces and caught at their clothing, try- and whiskers with his hands, and then yell-
ing to hold them back, but they broke away ing with pain as the flames scorched his
and pushed on. fingers.
At last the passage ended at a heavy door- "Tee hee hee," tittered the green knight.
way. From beyond it came the sound of loud "You look very funny!"
voices raised in something that was probably The black knight whirled on him.
intenced to be music. The children eased the "Be it you, then, who hath played this
door open a crack and peeked through, into a scurvy trick?" he cried.
large lall. "No, it be not I," said the green knight,
The red knight and the green knight and "but you look very funny, just the same!"
the bl.ick knight were enjoying a hearty meal, "Oh, I do, do I?" shouted the black knight,
and \ /ashing down each mouthful with a in a passion. And he whipped his sword out of
draught of nut-brown ale. They were singing its scabbard, and swapped off the green
at the table, which was rude of them, and the knight's head.
words of their song were ruder still. The red knight jumped to his feet.
"I say, Albemarle, that was going a bit too
"Well," said the red knight, looking at him somehow he didn't seem so happy to be free
rather dubiously, "I don't know if I can, but as the children had expected he would.
I'll try!" A moment later, when the other captive
And he whipped his sword out of its scab- knights had left to resume their interrupted
bard, and swapped off the pudding from the quests, the children found out why.
black knight's nose. Unfortunately (for him) "You saved me by magical means?" Sir
he swapped off a good bit of the nose, too. Launcelot asked.
The black knight gave a wild bellow and "That's right," said Katharine, proudly. "I
hurled himself at the red knight, sword in did it with my little charm."
hand. The red knight parried his thrust. A "That mislikes me much," said Sir Launce-
moment later they were joined in deadly com- lot. "I would it were otherwise."
bat, leaping about the hall, smashing furni- "Well, really!" said Katharine. "I suppose
ture, and hacking off parts of each other with you'd rather have stayed in there being beat-
the greatest abandon. en?"
Behind the door, the four children shut "Sooner that," said Sir Launcelot, "than
their eyes, held their ears, and cowered trem- bring shame to my honor by taking unfair
bling in each other's arms. magical advantage of a foe, however deadly!"
The combat did not last long. Two sword "Well, if you're all that particular," said
blades flashed in the air, and a second later Katharine, annoyed. can easily put them
"I
two heads fell on the floor, followed, more back together again." And she led him into
slowly, by two bodies. the great hall, and showed him the different
There was a silence. Katharine hadn't pieces of the three knights.
meant her wish end in such a gory and
to "Please do so," said Sir Launcelot.
final way. But she reminded herself to be "Shall I lock you up in the dungeon again?"
bloody, bold and resolute, and crept through asked Katharine, sarcastically. "Doesn't it
the door into the hall, followed by the three hurt your conscience that I set you free?"
others. All four averted their eyes from what "That much advantage," said Sir Launce-
they would have seen if they had looked at the lot, "I think I can take. Some fair jailer's
floor. daughter would probably have let me out
"I do think you might have managed it sooner or later, anyway."
neater," said Jane. "How can we get through "Oh, is that so?" said Katharine. "I'm sorry
to the dungeon with all these different pieces I troubled, I'm sure! Is there anything else?"
of knight lying around underfoot?" "Well, yes," said Sir Launcelot. "You might
"The point is that I managed it at all," said just fetch me my sword and armor, which
Katharine, more cheerfully than she felt. these cowardly knaves have taken from me."
"And we don't have to walk; we can wish Thoroughly cross with him by now, Kath-
ourselves there." arine wished the sword and armor back on
She put her hand on the charm and wished him; then, working out the fractions careful-
that they were twice as far as the dungeon ly, she spoke the wish that was to bring the
door and that she had two keys to the dungeon red knight, the green knight, and the black
in her hand. knight back to life.
After that, of course, it was but a matter of It was very interesting watching the differ-
turning the key, and out walked Sir Launce- ent pieces of the different-colored knights
lot, followed by several dozen other knights reassembling themselves on the hall floor,
who had also been prisoners of the enchan- and the four children were sorry when it was
tress and her friends, and who looked some- over.
what the worse for their daily beatings. But by then something even more interest-
The other captive knights fell on their ing was going on. Because by then Sir Laun-
knees, kissing the children's hands and hail- celot was fighting the three knights single-
ing them as their deliverers. Sir Launcelot handed, and that was a sight worth coming
also thanked the children quite politely, but back many centuries to see.
FANTASY 935
Sir Launcelot did not seem to appreciate flashed in the bright light, and gallant
the four children's interest, however. knights and trusty squires and faithful pages
"Go away. Thank you very much. Goodby," and ladies fair and lowly varlets were crowd-
he called, pinning the green knight against ing into the stands in hundreds, to watch the
the wall with a table and holding the red and chivalrous sport.
black ones at bay with his sword. The four children had front-row grand-
we help?" Mark wanted to know.
"Can't stand seats, for Katharine had made that
"No. Go away," said Sir Launcelot, crack- a part of her wish. She had forgotten to
ing the red knight on the pate, thwacking the say anything in her wish about getting rid
black knight in the chest with his backhand of the four horses, and at first these made
swing, and leaping over the table to take a some trouble by wanting to sit in the grand-
whack at the green one. stand, too, much to the annoyance of the
"Can't we even watch?" Jane wailed. people sitting behind. But Katharine wished
"No. It makes me nervous. I want to be them twice as far as away, and they disap-
alone," said Sir Launcelot, ducking under the peared.
table to send the red knight sprawling, then At this, the people behind got up and left in
turning to face the black and green ones a hurry, looking back at the four children and
again. muttering about witchcraft and sorcery.
Katharine sighed, and made a wish. The children paid small heed. They were
Next moment the four children were on too busy looking around them and drinking in
their horses once more, riding along the the sights.
King's Highway. King Arthur sat enthroned on a high plat-
"We might at least have waited in the form at one end of the field. The children
yard," complained Martha. "Now we'll never could see him clearly, with his kind, simple,
know how it ended!" understanding face, like the warm sun come
"He'll come out on top; trust him!" said to shine on merry England. Queen Guinevere
Katharine. "I do get tired of people who are was seated at his right, and Merlin, the magi-
always right, all the time! Anyway, we'll be cian, thin and wise and gray-bearded, at his
seeing him again, I imagine. At the tourna- left.
ment." And now the trumpets blew an extra long
"Gee, yes, the tournament. I was forget- fanfare, and the tournament began.
ting," said Mark. "When do you suppose it'll Sir Launcelot was among the first to ride
be?" out on the field. The children recognized him
"Not for weeks, maybe, by the time here," by his armor.
said Katharine. "But for us, a mere wish on "I told you he'd come out all right," said
the charm .". .
Katharine, a bit bitterly.
And she merely wished. But when Sir Launcelot got going in that
"I can't get used to this being rushed tournament, even Katharine had to admire
around," complained Martha a second later, him.
as she found herself somewhere else for the He smote down five knights with his first
third time in three minutes. "Where are we spear, and four knights with his second spear,
now, end when is it?" and unhorsed three more with his sword,
"Camelot, I should think," said Katharine, until all the people sitting round on the
"in toirnament time! Look!" benches began crying out, "Oh, Gramercy,
Jan and Mark and Martha looked. Game-
; what marvelous deeds that knight doth do in
lot and the field of tournament were exactly that there field!"
as the would have expected them to be, from
1
Jane sighed a satisfied sigh. "Kind of glori-
the descriptions in The Boy's King Arthur ous, isn't it?" she murmured.
and the wonderful books of Mr. T. H. White. "It's the most wonderful age in human
Trumj ets were blowing clarion calls, the pen- history," said Mark, solemnly. "If only it
nons rluttered on the blue air, and armor didn't have to end!"
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"Why did it?" asked Martha, who hadn't she were wearing two suits of armor and
read The Boy's King Arthur yet. riding two horses, and she had wished she
"Partly 'cause some of the other knights were two and a half times as tall and strong
got tired of being knocked down all the time as Sir Launcelot, and she had wished that she
and having Launcelot always win," Mark told would defeat him twice. And immediately
her. here she was, wearing one suit of armor and
"Yes," said Katharine, in rather a peculiar riding one horse, and she was one and a
voice, "it would really be a good deed, in a quarter times as tall and strong, and she
way, if somebody knocked him down for a couldn't wait to defeat him once.
change, wouldn't it?" But in her cleverness she had forgotten one
Mark gave her a sharp look, but just then thing. She had forgotten to wish that she
Sir Launcelot started knocking down more knew the rules of jousting. And here she was,
knights, and he had to watch the field. When facing the greatest knight in the world, and
he looked again, Katharine wasn't there. she didn't know how to start. She knew she'd
Mark nudged Jane hard, as a horrible win in the end, because she'd wished it that
thought came into his mind. way, but what was she to do in the beginning
Jane turned and saw the empty spot where and middle?
Katharine had been, and Mark could tell that Before she could work out another wish to
she was having the same thought, too. take care of this, Sir Launcelot rode at her,
Just then there was an interruption in the struck her with his lance, and knocked her
tournament. A strange knight rode out on the back onto her horse's tail. Then he rode at her
field of combat, and straight up to King Ar- from the opposite direction, and knocked her
thur's platform. forward onto her horse's neck.
"I crave your Majesty's permission to chal- The crowd roared with laughter.
lenge Sir Launcelot to single combat!" cried The feelings of Jane, Mark and Martha
the strange knight in a voice loud enough for may well be imagined.
the children to hear clearly from where they As for the feelings of Katharine, they knew
sat. no bounds. She still held the magic charm
The hearts of Jane and Mark sank. clutched in one hot hand, and she wasn't
Even Martha now guessed the horrid truth. bothering about correct arithmetic now.
"How dare she?" she whispered. "I wish I could fight ten times as well as
know," said Mark. "She's been
"I don't you, you bully! Yah!" were the words that the
getting too full of herself ever since we start- valiant Sir Kath spoke, upon the field. It was a
ed this wish!" cry of pure temper.
"Wait till I get her home!" said Jane grim- And immediately she could fight five times
ly. as well as Sir Launcelot, and everyone knows
"How call they you, strange sir?" King how good he was.
Arthur was saying, meanwhile, "and whence What followed would have to be seen to be
do you hail?" believed.
"They call me Sir Kath," said the strange Katharine came down like several wolves
knight, "and I hail from Toledo, Ohio." on the fold. She seemed to spring from all
"I know not this Toledo," said King Arthur, sides at once. Her sword flashed like a living
"but fight if you will. Let the combat begin." thunderbolt. Her lance whipped about, now
The trumpets sounded another clarion call, here, now there, like a snake gone mad.
the strange knight faced Sir Launcelot, and "Zounds!" cried the people, and "Lacka-
there began the strangest combat, it is safe to day" and "Wurra wurra!"
say, ever witnessed by the knights of the Jane, Mark and Martha watched with
Round, or any other, Table. clasped hands.
The
intrepid Katharine thought herself If Sir Launcelot had not been the greatest
very clever at this moment. She had wished knight in the world he would never have lived
FANTASY 937
"Fie on your weeping," he said. "I wot well "Well, now you have," said Merlin, "and
that ye be a false enchantress, come here in what good did you do by it? Just made every-
this guise to defeat our champion and dis- body thoroughly unhappy!"
credit our Table Round!" "I know," said Katharine.
"I'm not! I didn't!" said Katharine. "That's what comes of meddling," said
"Ye be, too!" said Merlin, "and you certain- Merlin. "There is a pattern to history, and
ly have! After today our name is mud in when you try to change that pattern, no good
Camelot!" may follow."
"Oh, oh," wept Katharine. Katharine hung her head.
"Silence, sorceress," said Merlin. He "However," went on Merlin, and to the
waved his wand at her. "I command that you surprise of the four children he was smiling
appear before me in your true form!" now, "all is not have a few magic tricks
lost. I
Immediately Katharine wasn't tall, or of my own, you know. Let me see, how shall I
strong, or in armor any more, but just Katha- handle this? I could turn time back, I sup-
rine. pose, and make it as though this day had
Merlin looked surprised. never happened, but it would take a lot out of
"These fiends begin early!" he said. "How- me."
ever, doubtless ye be but the instrument of a "Really?" said Katharine in surprise. "It
greater power." He waved his wand again. "I would be a mere nothing to us!"
command that your allies, cohorts, aids, ac- Merlin looked at her a bit grimly.
complices and companions be brought hither "Oh, it would, would it?" he said.
to stand at your side!" "Oh, yes," went on Katharine happily. "I
Jane and Mark and Martha appeared be- could wish Launcelot were twice as near as
side Katharine, looking nearly as unhappy here again, and then I could wish that he'd
and uncomfortable as she. defeat me twice, and then I could wish that
Merlin looked really quite startled. Then he the people would honor him twice as much as
shook his head sadly. they ever did, and then I could wish ..."
"So young," he said, "and yet so wicked!" "Hold!" cried Merlin, in alarm. "A truce to
"We're not!" said Martha, making a rude your wishes, before you get us in worse trou-
face. ble! I think I had best see this wonderful
The behavior of the others was more seem- charm of yours." He made a pass at Katha-
ly. rine with his wand. "If there be any magic
"You see, sir," began Mark. among you, let it appear now or forever hold
"We didn't mean to," began Jane. its peace."
"Let me," said Katharine. "I started it." Katharine's hot hand, which for so long
And in a rush of words and tears she told had clutched the charm, opened in spite of
Merlin everything, beginning with the itself, and the charm lay in plain sight, on her
charm, and her wish to travel back in time, palm.
and going on to what she had hoped to do, and Merlin looked at it. His eyes widened. He
what she'd done and where she'd gone wrong. swept his tall hat from his head, and bowed
"I wanted to do a good deed," she said, low before the charm, three times. Then he
"and I did one, when I rescued Launcelot turned to the children.
from that old dungeon. But then he wasn't "This is a very old and powerful magic," he
properly grateful at all, and made me undo it, said. "Older and more powerful than my own.
so he could rescue himself, all for the sake of It is, in fact, too powerful and too dangerous
his old honor! And that made me cross! And for four children, no matter how well they
just now pretended I was defeating him so
I may intend, to have in their keeping. I am
the other knights wouldn't be so jealous of afraid I must ask you to surrender it."
him, but really I was just trying to get back at He made another pass with his wand. The
him for being so stuck-up! And I always want- charm leaped gracefully from Katharine's
ed to fight in a real tournament, anyway!" hand to his own.
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"Th;.t would be telling," said Merlin. "But before, had learned something during her day
you'd l>est not waste too many. It might be of adventure.
later tl an you think." The next thing the four children knew,
"
"Oh cried Martha. "Maybe we'll never they were sitting together in Katharine and
get hone!" Martha's room, and it was still that morning,
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and they had only been away from home a / wish, said Will fiercely in his mind: /
minute. Yet that minute was packed with wish .
Oh, I wish
. . . . .
Grey King by Susan Cooper (Atheneum, A Marga- Carefully Will pushed up the left sleeve of
ret K. McElderry Book, 1975).] his sweater as far as the elbow, leaving the
forearm bare. On the underside of his arm
"Wish on a falling star," said Bran soft in his shone the livid scar that had once been acci-
ear. All around them the meteors briefly dived dentally burned there like a brand: the sign of
and vanished, as tiny points of Stardust in the the Light, a circle quartered by a cross. In a
long travel of their cloud struck the aery halo deliberate slow gesture, half defensive, half
of the earth, burned bright and were gone. defiant, he raised this arm crooked before his
FANTASY 941
face, as if shielding his eyes from bright light, beyond them in the darkness other things of
or warding off an expected blow. Then he unknown nature lurked.
walked down the last few steps of the stair- He could tell nothing of the nature of the
case and out into the light. As he stepped to three figures, beyond sensing great power.
the floor, he felt a shock of sensation like Nor could his senses as an Old One penetrate
nothing he had ever known. A flare of white the surrounding darkness. It was as if an
brilliance blinded him, and was gone; a brief invisible barrier stood all around them,
tremendous thunder dazed his ears, and was through which no enchantment might reach.
gone; a force like a blast wave from some Will stood a little way before the thrones,
great explosion briefly tore at his body, and looking up. The faces of the three lords were
was gone. Will stood still, breathing fast. He hidden in the shadows of their hooded robes.
knew that beneath his singular protection, he For a moment there was silence, broken only
had brought them through the last door of the by the soft crackle of the burning fire; then
High Magic: a living barrier that would con- out of the shadows a deep voice said, "We
sume any unsought intruder in a gasp of greet you, Will Stanton. And we name you by
energy as unthinkable as the holocaust of the the sign. Will Stanton, Sign-seeker."
sun. Then he looked into the room before him, "Greetings," Will said, in as strong and
and for a moment of illusion thought that he clear a voice as he could muster, and he
saw the sun itself. pulled down his sleeve over his scarred arm.
It was an immense cavernous room, high- "My lords," he said, "it is the day of the dead."
roofed, lit by flaring torches thrust into brack- "Yes," said the figure in the lightest blue
ets on the stone walls, and hazy with smoke. robe. His face seemed thin in the shadows of
The smoke came from the torches. Yet in the his hood, the eyes gleaming, and his voice
centre of the floor burned a great glowing fire, was light, sibilant, hissing. "Yesssssss . ."
.
alone, with no chimney or fireplace to contain Echoes whispered like snakes out of the dark,
it. It gave no smoke at all, but burned with a as if a hundred other little hissing voices
white light of such brilliance that Will could came from nameless shapes behind him, and
not look straight at it. No intense heat came Will felt the small hairs rise on the back of his
from this fire, but the air was filled with the neck. Behind him he heard Bran give a muf-
aromatic scent of burning wood, and there fled involuntary moan, and knew that horror
was the crackling, snapping sound of a log must be creeping like a white mist through
fire. his mind. Will's strength as an Old One re-
Will came forward past the fire, beckoning belled. He said in quick cold reproach, "My
Bran to follow; then stopped abruptly as he lord?"
saw what lay ahead. The horror fell away, like a cloud whisked
Hazy at the end of the chamber three fig- off by the wind, and the lord in the light blue
ures sa in three great thrones that seemed to
:, robe softly laughed. Will stood there frowning
be fashioned out of smooth grey-blue Welsh at him, unmoved: a small stocky boy in jeans
slate. They did not move. They appeared to be and sweater, who nonetheless knew himself
men, dressed in long hooded robes of differ- to possess power worthy of meeting these
ing shcdes of blue. One robe was dark, one three. He said, confident now, "It is the day of
was lig it, and the robe between them was the the dead, and the youngest has opened the
shifting greenish-blue of a summer sea. Be- oldest hills, through the door of the birds. And
tween he three thrones stood two intricately
i has been let pass by the eye of the High
carved wooden chests. At first there seemed Magic. I have come for the golden harp, my
to be nothing else in the huge room, but after lords."
a momi :nt of gazing Will knew that there was The second figure in the sea-blue robe said,
movement in the deep shadows beyond the "And the raven boy with you."
fire, in the darkness all around the three "Yes."
illumin ated lords. These were the bright fig- Will turned to Bran, standing hesitantly
ures or a dark canvas, lit to catch the eye; nearer the fire, and beckoned him. Bran came
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forward very slowly, feet as unwilling as if The soft-voiced lord in the lightest robe,
they swam against treacle, and stood at his who had spoken first, swiftly stood. His cloak
side. The light from the torches on the walls swirled round him like a blue mist; bright
shone in his white hair. eyes glinted from the thin pale face glimmer-
The lord in the sea-blue robe leaned for- ing in the hood.
ward a little from his throne; they glimpsed a "Answer the three riddles as the law de-
keen, strong face and a pointed grey beard. mands, Old One, you and the White Crow
He said, astonishingly, "Cafall?" your helper there, and the harp shall be yours.
At Bran's side the white dog stood erect and But if you answer wrong, the doors of rock
quivering. He did not move an inch forward, shall close, and you be left defenceless on the
as if obeying some inner instruction that told cold mountain, and the harp shall be lost to
him his place, but his tail waved furiously the Light forever."
from side to side as it never waved for anyone "We shall answer," Will said.
but Bran. He gave a soft, small whine. "You, boy, the first." The blue mist swirled
White teeth glinted in the hooded face. "He again. A bony finger was thrust pointing at
is well named. Well named." Bran, and the shadowed hood turned. Will
Bran said jealously, in sudden fierce anxie- turned too, anxiously; he had half expected
ty, "He is my dog!" Then he added, rather this.
muffled, "My lord." Will could feel the alarm Bran gasped. "Me? But but I"
in him at his own
temerity. Will reached out and touched his arm. He
But the laughter from the shadows was said gently, "Try. Only try. We are here only to
kindly. "Never fear, boy. The High Magic try. If the answer is asleep in you, it will
would never take your dog from you. Certain- wake. If it is not, no matter. But try."
ly the Old Ones would not either, and the Bran stared at him unsmiling, and Will
Dark might try but would not succeed." He saw his throat move as he swallowed. Then
leaned forward suddenly, so that for an the white head turned back again. "All right."
instant the strong, bearded face was clear; The soft, sibilant voice said, "Who are the
the voice softened, and there was an aching Three Elders of the World?"
sadness in it. "Only the creatures of the Will felt Bran's mind reel in panic, as he
earth take from one another, boy. All crea- tried to find meaning in the words. There was
tures, but men more than any. Life they take, no way to offer help. In this place, the law
and liberty, and all that another man of the High Magic prevented an Old One
may have sometimes through greed, some- from putting the smallest thought or image
times through stupidity, but never by any into another mind: Will was permitted
volition but their own. Beware your own only to overhear. So, tense, he stood overhear-
race, Bran Davies they are the only ones ing the turmoil of his friend's thoughts,
who will ever harm
you, in the end." as they tossed about desperately seeking
Dread stirred in Will as he felt the deep order.
sadness in the voice, for there was a compas- Bran struggled. The Three Elders of the
sion in it directed solely at Bran, as if the World . somewhere he knew ... it was
. .
Welsh boy stood at the edge of some long strange and yet familiar, as if somewhere he
sorrow. He had a quick sense of a mysterious had seen, or read the three oldest crea-
. . .
closeness between these two, and knew that tures, the three oldest things ... he had read
the lord in the sea-blue robe was trying to give it at school, and he had read it in Welsh . . .
Bran strength and help, without being able to the oldest things. . . .
explain why. Then the hooded figure leaned He took his glasses from his shirt pocket, as
abruptly back, and the mood was gone. if fiddling with them could clear his mind,
Will said huskily, "Nevertheless, my lord, and he saw staring up out of them the reflec-
the rights of that race have always been the tion of hisown eyes. Strange eyes creepy . . .
business of the Light. And in quest of them I eyes, they called them at school. At school. At
claim the golden harp." school. Strange round tawny eyes, like
. . .
FANTASY 943
the eyes of an owl. He put the glasses slowly Tydwal Tudglyd. And Arthur himself was
back in his pocket, his mind groping at an more generous than the three."
echo. At his side, Cafall shifted very slightly, Deliberately on the last line his voice rang
his head moving so that it touched Bran's echoing through the hall like a bell.
hand. The fur brushed his fingers lightly, very "That is right," said the bearded lord. He
lightly, like the flick of feathers. Feathers. looked thoughtfully at Will and seemed about
Feathers. Feathers . . . to say more, but instead he only nodded slow-
He had it. ly. Then sweeping his robe about him in a
Will, at his side, felt in his own mind the sea-blue wave, he stepped back to his throne.
echoing flood of relief, and struggled to con- The hall seemed darker, filled with dancing
tain his delight. shadows from the flickering light of the fire. A
Bran stood up straight and cleared his sudden flash and crackle came from behind
throat. "The Three Elders of the World," he the boys, as a log fell and the flames leapt up;
said, "are the Owl of Cawlwyd, the Cwm instinctively Will glanced back. When he
Eagle of Gwernabwy, and the Blackbird of turned forward again, the third figure, who
Celli Gadarn." had not spoken or moved until now, was
Will said softly, "Oh, well done! Well standing tall and silent before this throne. His
done!" robe was a deep, deep blue, darkest of the
"That is right," said the thin voice above three, and his hood was pulled so far forward
them, unemotionally. Like an early-morning that there was no hint of his face visible, but
sky the light blue robe swirled before them, only shadow.
and the figure sank back into its throne. His voice was deep and resonant, like the
From the central throne rose the lord in the voice of a cello, and it brought music into the
sea-blue robe; stepping forward, he looked hall.
down at Will. Behind its grey beard his face "Will Stanton," it said, "what is the shore
seemed oddly young, though its skin was that fears the sea?"
brown and weathered like the skin of a sailor Will started impulsively forward, his hands
long at sea. clenching into fists, for this voice caught into
"Will Stanton," he said, "who were the the deepest part of him. Surely, surely . . .
three generous men of the Island of Britain?" but the face in the hood was hidden, and he
Will stared at him. The riddle was not was denied all ways of recognition. Any part
impossible; he knew that the answer lay of his senses that tried to reach out to the
somewhere in his memory, stored from the great thrones met a blank wall of refusal
great Hook of Gramarye, treasure book of the from the High Magic. Once more Will gave
enchantment of the Light that had been de- up, and put his mind to the last riddle.
stroy ec as soon as he, the last of the Old Ones, He said slowly, "The shore that fears the
had been shown what it held. Will set his sea . . ."
mind work, searching. But at the same
to Images wavered in and out of his mind:
time a deeper riddle worried at him. Who was great crashing waves against a rocky coast
this lo: d in the sea-blue robe, with his close
%
. the green light in the ocean, the realm of
. .
"The shore," he said. "The beach where Merriman stepped back. He said, "Three
the sea washes. But also it is a wood, of lovely Lords of the High Magic have for many cen-
fine grain, that is in the handle of a chisel and turies had guardianship of the golden harp.
the legs of a chair, the head of a broom and There are no names here in this place, nor
the pad of a workhorse saddle. And I dare allegiances in that task. Here, as in other
swear too that those two chests between your places that you do not know yet, all is subject
thrones are carved of it. The only places to the law, the High Law. It is of no conse-
where it may not be used are beneath the quence that I am a Lord of the Light, or that
open sky and upon the open sea, for this wood my colleague there is a Lord of the Dark."
loses its virtue if soaked by water. The answer He made a slight ironic bow to the tall
to your riddle, my lord, is the wood of the figure who wore the robe of lightest blue. Will
beech tree." caught his breath in sudden comprehension,
The flames leaped up in the fire behind and looked for the thin face hidden in the
them, and suddenly the hall was brilliant. Joy hood. But it was turned away from him,
and relief seemed to surge through the air. staring out into the shadows of the hall.
The first two blue-robed lords rose from their The central figure in the sea-blue robe
thrones to stand beside the third; like three stepped forward a pace. There was great
towers they loomed hooded over the boys. quiet authority about him, as if he were confi-
Then the third lord flung back the hood of his dent, without pomp, in knowing himself the
deep blue robe, to reveal a fierce hawk-nosed master in that hall. He put back his hood and
head with deepset eyes and a shock of wild they saw the full strength and gentleness of
white hair. And the High Magic's barrier the close-bearded face. Though his beard was
against recognition fell away. grey, his hair was brown, only lightly grey-
Will cried joyously, "Merriman!" streaked. He seemed a man in the middle of
He leapt forward to the tall figure as a his years, with all power undiminished, yet
small child leaps to its father, and clasped his wisdom already gained. But, Will thought, he
outstretched hands. Merriman smiled down is not a man at all. . . .
warning refusal when Bran started forward close to the place where the Sleepers lie, and
to help. to keep their resting-place within his power.
Slowly the huge lid rose, and fell open, and Just as this great rock, Craig yr Aderyn, is still
for a moment there was a delicate sound like within his power. . . ."
singing in the air. Then Will reached inside Will said, his round face grave, "The spell
the chest, and when he straightened again he of protection, by which we came here un-
was bearing in both his arms a small, gleam- touched, has run its course now. And it can be
ing, golden harp. made only once." He looked ruefully at Bran.
The hint of music in the hall died into "We may have an interesting reception out
nothing, giving way to a low growing rumble there, when we leave this place."
like distant thunder. Closer and louder it "Have no care, Old One. You will have a
grew. The lord in the lightest, sky-blue robe, new protection with you now."
his face still hooded and hidden, drew away The words came deep and gentle from the
from them. He seized his cloak and swung it top of the hall. Turning, Will saw that the
round him with a long sweep of the arm. bearded lord, his robe blue as the summer
The fire hissed and went out. Smoke filled sea, was sitting enthroned again in the shad-
the hall, dark and bitter. Thunder crashed ows. As he spoke, it seemed that the light
and roared all around. And the lord in the began gradually to grow in the hall; the torch-
sky-blue robe gave a great cry of rage, and es burned higher, and glimmering between
disappeared. them now Will could see long swords hanging
on the stone.
They stood silent in the dimlit darkness. "The music of the golden harp," said the
Somewhere out beyond the rock, thunder still blue-robed lord, "has a power that may not be
rumbled and growled. The torches burned, broken either by the Dark or by the Light. It
flickering and smoky, on the walls. has the High Magic in it, and while the harp
"
Bran said huskily: "Was he the the is being played, those under its protection are
"No." Merriman said. "He is not the Grey safe from any kind of harm or spell. Play the
King. But he is one very close to him, and harp of gold, Old One. Its music will wrap you
back to him he has now gone. And their rage in safety."
will mount the higher because it will be Will said slowly, "By enchantment
I could
sharpened by fear, fear at what the Light may play it,but I should
think it rather be played
be able to do with this new Thing of Power." by the art of skillful fingers. I do not know
He looked at Will, his bony face tight with how to play the harp, my lord." He paused.
concern. "The first perilous part of the quest "But Bran does."
is accomplished, Old One, but there is worse Bran looked down at the instrument as Will
peril yet to come." held it out to him.
"The Sleepers must be wakened," Will "Never a harp like that, though," he said.
said. He took the harp from Will. Its frame was
"That is right. And although we do not yet slender but ornate, fashioned so that a golden
know where they sleep, nor shall till you have vine with gold leaves and flowers seemed to
found hem, it is almost certain that they are twine round it, in and out of the strings. Even
terribly, dangerously close to the Grey King. the strings themselves looked as if they were
For lor g we have known there was a reason made of gold.
for his hard cold grip on this part of the land, "Play, Bran," said the bearded lord softly.
though we did not understand it. A happy Holding the harp experimentally in the
valley, this has always been, and beautiful; crook of his left arm, Bran ran his fingers
yet he chose to make his kingdom here, in- gently over the strings. And the sounds that
stead o f in some grim remote place of the kind came from them were of such sweetness that
chosen by most of his line. Now it is clear Will, beside him, caught his breath in aston-
there c an be only one reason for that: to be ishment; he had never heard notes at once so
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delicate and so resonant, filling the hall with together and seemed to melt out of existence,
music like the liquid birdsong of summer. leaving only a weathered rock face, looking
Intent, fascinated, Bran began to pick out the just as it had looked for thousands of years.
plaintive notes of an old Welsh lullaby, elabo- And in the air hung a faint vanishing phrase
rating it gradually, filling it out, as he gained of delicate music. But Bran was thinking only
confidence in the feel of the strings under his of Cafall. After one brief glance at the rock,
one hand. Will watched the absorbed musi- he tucked the harp beneath his arm and dived
cian's devotion on his face. Glancing for an for the opening through which the dog had
instant at the enthroned lord, and at Merri- disappeared.
man, he knew that they too were for this Before he could reach it, a whirling flurry
moment rapt, carried away out of time by a of white came hurling in upon them through
music that was not of the earth, pouring out a cloud of fine ash, snarling, kicking, knock-
like the High Magic in a singing spell. ing Bran sideways so hard that he almost
Caf all made no sound, but leaned his head dropped the harp. It was Cafall; but a mad,
against Bran's knee. furious, transformed Cafall, growling at
Merriman said, his deep voice soft over the them, glaring, driving them deeper into the
music, "Go now, Old One." His shadowed, cleft as if they were enemies. In a moment or
deepset eyes met Will's briefly, in a fierce two he had them pinned astounded against
communication of trust and hope. Will stared the rocky wall, and was crouching before
about him for a last moment at the high them with his long side-teeth bared in a cold
torchlit hall,with its one dark-robed figure snarl.
standing tall as a tree, and the unknown "What is it?" said Bran blankly when he
bearded lord seated motionless on his throne. had breath enough to speak. "Cafall? What
Then he turned and led Bran, his fingers still on earth "
gently plucking a melody from the harp, to- And in an instant they knew or would
wards the narrow stone staircase to the have known, if they had had time still for
chamber from which they had come. When wondering. For suddenly the whole world
he had set him climbing, he turned to raise round them was a roaring flurry of noise and
one arm in salute, then followed. destruction. Broken, charred branches came
Bran stood in the stone room above, play- whirling past over the top of the rocky cleft;
ing, while Caf all and Will came up after him. stones came bounding down loose out of no-
And as he played, there took shape in the where so that instinctively they ducked, cov-
blank wall at the end of the chamber, below ering their heads. They fell flat on the ground,
the single hanging golden shield, the two pressing themselves into the angle between
great doors through which they had come into earth and rock, with Cafall close beside. All
the heart of Bird Rock. around, the wind howled and tore at the rock
The music of the harp rippled in a lilting with a sound like a high mad human scream
upward scale, and slowly the doors swung amplified beyond belief. It was as if all the air
inward. Beyond, they saw the grey, cloudy in Wales had funnelled down into a great
sky between the steep walls of the cleft of tornado of tearing destruction, and was bat-
rock. Though fire blazed no longer on the tering in a frenzy of frustrated rage at the
mountain, a strong, dead smell of burning narrow opening in whose shelter they desper-
hung in the air. As they stepped outside, ately crouched.
Caf all bounded out past them, through the Will lurched up onhands and knees.
to his
cleft, and disappeared. He groped with one hand he clutched
until
suddenly by a fear of losing
Struck Bran's arm. "The harp!" he croaked. "Play
him again, Bran stopped playing. "Caf all! the harp!"
Cafall!" he called. Bran blinked at him, dazed by the noise
"Look!" Will said softly. overhead, and then he understood. Forcing
He was half-turned, looking back. Behind himself up against the fearsome wind press-
them, the tall slabs of rock swung silently ing in between the rocky walls, he gripped the
FANTASY 947
golden harp against his side and ran his right Slowly they scrambled down the rock.
hand tremulously over the strings. Though it was morning now, the sky was
full
At once the tumult grew less. Bran began no lighter, but grey and heavy with cloud; the
and as the sweet notes poured out like
to play, rain was still light, but was
clear that it
it
the song of a lark rising, the great wind died would grow and and that
settle in for the day,
away into nothing. Outside, there was only the valley was safe now from any more threat
the rattle of loose pebbles tumbling here and of fire. All the near slope of the mountain,
there, one by one, down the rock. For a mo- Bird Rock and the valley edge were blackened
ment a lone sunbeam slanted down and glint- and charred, and here and there wisps of
ed on the gold of the harp. Then it was gone, smoke still rose. But all sparks were drowned
and the sky seemed duller, the world more now, and the ashes cold and wet, and the
grey. Cafall scrambled to his feet, licked green farmlands would not again this year be
Bran's hand, and led them docilely out to the in any state for burning.
slope outside the narrow cleft that had shel- Bran said, "Did the harp bring the rain?"
tered them from the fury of the gale. They felt "I think so," Will said. "I am just hoping it
a soft rain beginning to fall. will bring nothing else. That's the trouble
Bran wander idly but persis-
let his fingers with the High Magic, like talking in the Old
tently over the strings of the harp. He had no Speech it's a protection, and yet it marks
intention of stopping again. He looked at Will, you, makes you easy to find."
and shook his head mutely with wonder and "We'll be in the valley soon." But as he
remorse and enquiry all in one. spoke, Bran's foot slipped on a wet rock face
Will squatted down and took CafaU's muz- and he stumbled sideways, grabbing at a
zle between his hands. He shook the dog's bush to save himself from falling and
head gently from side to side. "Cafall, Cafall," dropped the harp. In the instant that the
he said, wonderingly. Over his shoulder he music broke off, Cafall's head jerked up and
said to Bran, "Gwynt Traed y Meirw, is he began barking furiously, in a mixture of
that how you say it? In all its ancient force rage and challenge. He jumped up on to a
the Grey King sent his north wind upon us, projecting rock and stood poised there, star-
the wind that blows round the feet of the ing about him. Then suddenly the barking
dead, and with the dead is where we should broke into a furious deep howl, like the baying
have been if it weren't for Cafall blasted of a hunting dog, and he leapt.
away into a time beyond tomorrow. Before The great grey fox, king of the milgwn,
we could have seen a single tree bending, it swerved in midair and screamed like a vixen.
would have been on us, for it came down In a headlong rush down Bird Rock he had
from very high up and no human sighted eye sprung out at them from above, aiming
could have seen it. But this hound of yours is straight for Bran's head and neck. But the
the dog with the silver eyes, and such dogs shock of Cafall's fierce leap turned his bal-
can see the wind. .So he saw it, and knew
. . ance just enough to send him spinning side-
what it would do, and drove us back into ways, cartwheeling down the rock. He
safety." screamed again, an unnatural sound that
Bran said hadn't stopped play-
guiltily, "If I made the boys flinch in horror, and did not
ing, perhaps the Brenin Llwyd couldn't even stop himself to turn at bay, but rushed on in a
have sent the wind. The magic of the harp frenzy down the mountain. In an instant
would have stopped him." Cafall, barking in joyous triumph, was tear-
"Pei haps," Will said. "And perhaps not." ing down after him.
He gave CafaU's head one last rub and And Will, up on the empty rock under the
straigt tened up. The white sheepdog looked grey drizzling sky, was instantly filled with a
up at 1 .ran, tongue lolling as if in a grin, and presentiment of disaster so overpowering that
Bran slid to him lovingly, "Rwyt ti'n gi da. without thought he reached out and seized
Good I oy." But stillhis fingers did not stop the golden harp, and cried to Bran, "Stop
movin;; over the harp. Cafall! Stop him! Stop him!"
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Bran gave him one frightened look. Then "Cafall! Cafall!" Bran pushed his way
he flung himself after Cafall, running, stum- wildly through into the field, scattering the
bling, desperately calling the dog back. sheep, paying no heed to anyone. Prichard
Scrambling down from the rock with the harp snarled at him, and Owen Davies said sharp-
under one arm, Will saw his white head mov- ly, "Bran! Where have you been? What are
ing fast over the nearest field and, beyond it, a you up to?"
blur of speed that he knew was Cafall pursu- The grey fox leapt high in the air, as they
ing the grey fox. His head dizzy with forebod- had seen it do once before on Bird Rock.
ing, he too ran. Still on high land, he could see Cafall leapt after it, snapping at it in midair.
two fields away the roofs of Caradog Prich- "The dog is mad," David Evans said un-
ard's farm, and nearby a grey-white knot of "
happily. "He will be on the sheep
sheep and the figures of men. He skidded to a "He's just so determined to get that fox!"
halt suddenly. The harp! There was no means Bran's voice was high with anguish. "Cafall!
of explaining the harp, if anyone should see Tyrd yma! Leave it!"
it. He was certain to be among men in a few Bran as if he could
Will's uncle looked at
moments. The harp must be hidden. But not believe what he had heard. Then he
where? looked down at Will. He said, puzzled, "What
He looked wildly about him. The fire had fox?"
not touched this field. On the far side of the Horror exploded in Will's brain, as sudden-
field he saw a small lean-to, no more than ly he understood, and he cried out. But it was
three stone walls and a slate roof, that was an too late. The grey fox in the field swung about
open shelter for sheep in winter, or a store- and came leaping straight at them, with Caf-
place for winter feed. It was filled with bales all at his heels. At the last moment it curved
of hay already, newly stacked. Running to it, sideways and leapt at one of the sheep that
Will thrust the gleaming little harp between now milled terrified round the gate, and sank
two bales of hay, so that it was completely its teeth into the woolly throat. The sheep
invisible from the outside. Then standing screamed. Cafall sprang at the fox. Twenty
back, he stretched out one hand, and in the yards away, Caradog Prichard let out a great
Old Speech put upon the harp the Spell of furious shout, lifted his gun, and shot Cafall
Caer Garadawg, by the power of which only full in the chest.
the song of an Old One would be able to take "Cafall!" Bran's cry of loving horror struck
the harp out of that place, or even make it at Will so that for a second he closed his eyes
visible at all. in pain; he knew that the grief in it would ring
Then he rushed away over the field towards in his ears for ever.
Prichard's Farm, where distant shouts The grey fox stood waiting for Will to look
marked the ending of the chase. He could see, at grinning, red tongue lolling from a
it,
in a meadow beyond the farm buildings, the mouth dripping brighter with red blood. It
huge grey fox swerving and leaping in an stared straight at him with an unmistakable
effort to shake Cafall from its heels, and sneering snarl. Then it loped off across the
Cafall running doggedly close. A madness field, straight as an arrow, and disappeared
seemed to be on the fox; white foam dripped over the far hedge.
from its jaws. Will stumbled breathless into
the farmyard to find Bran struggling to make
his way through a group of men and sheep at T. H. White
the gate. John Rowlands was there, and
The Sword in the Stone
Owen Davies, with Will's uncle; their clothes
and weary faces were still blackened with ash Beneath the comic aspects of this fantasy lies the
from the fire-fighting, and Caradog Prichard rich fund of historic and literary knowledge of a
stood scowling with his gun cocked under his man who was passionately devoted to the pursuit
arm. of knowledge of all kinds. His own years as a
"That damn dog has gone mad!" Prichard schoolmaster must have been drawn on in this
growled. version of the education of Arthur (the Wart) as
FANTASY 949
administered by his inventive and resourceful the distance at which they chose these ob-
tutor, Merlyn. In this chapter, the duel between jects, sometimes picking a target as much as
Merlyn and Madame Mim calls to mind similar 120 yards away which was about as far as
exchanges found in folklore. [From T. H. White, these boys' bows could carry and some-
The Sword in the Stone (Putnam, 1939).] times having to aim actually below a close
thistle because the arrow always leaps up a
One Thursday afternoon the boys were doing foot or two as it leaves the bow. They counted
their archery as usual. There were two straw five for a hit, and one if the arrow was within
targets fifty yards apart, and when they had a bow's length, and added up their scores at
shot their arrows at the one, they had only to the end.
go to it, collect them, and fire back at the On this Thursday they chose their targets
other after facing about. It was still the loveli- wisely, and, besides, the grass of the big field
est summer weather, and there had been had been lately cut. So they never had to
chickens for dinner, so that Merlyn had gone search for their arrows for long, which nearly
off to the edge of their shooting-ground and always happens, as in golf, if you shoot ill-
sat down under a tree. What with the warmth advisedly near hedges or in rough places. The
and the chickens and the cream he had result was that they strayed further than
poured over his pudding and the continual usual and found themselves near the edge of
repassing of the boys and the tock of the the savage forest where Cully had been lost.
arrows in the targets which was as sleepy "I vote," said Kay, "that we go to those
to listen to as the noise of a lawn-mower buries in the chase, and see if we can get a
and the dance of the egg-shaped sun-spots rabbit. Itwould be more fun than shooting at
between the leaves of his tree, the aged magi- these hummocks."
cian was soon fast asleep. They did this. They chose two trees about a
Archery was a serious occupation in those hundred yards apart, and each boy stood
days. It had not yet been relegated to Indians under one of them, waiting for the conies to
and small boys, so that when you were shoot- come out again. They stood very still, with
ing badly you got into a bad temper, just as their bows already raised and arrows fitted, so
the wealthy pheasant shooters do today. Kay that they would make the least possible
was shooting badly. He was trying too hard movement to disturb the creatures when they
and plucking on his loose, instead of leaving did appear. It was not difficult for either of
it to the bow. them to stand thus, for the very first test
"Oh, come on," said Kay. "I'm sick of these which they had had to pass in archery was
beastly targets. Let's have a shot at the popin- standing with the bow at arm's length for half
jay." an hour. They had six arrows each and would
They left the targets and had several shots be able to fire and mark them all before they
at the popinjay which was a large, bright- needed to frighten the rabbits back by walk-
colored artificial bird stuck on the top of a ing about to collect. An arrow does not make
stick, l:.ke a parrot and Kay missed these enough noise to upset more than the particu-
also. First he had the feeling of "Well, I will lar rabbit that it is shot at.
hit the filthy thing, even if I have to go At the Kay was lucky. He allowed
fifth shot
without my tea until I do it." Then he merely just the right amount for wind and distance,
became bored. and his point took a young coney square in the
The Wart said, "Let's play Rovers then. We head. It had been standing up on end to look
can come back in half an hour and wake at him, wondering what he was.
Merlyn up." "Oh, well shot!" cried the Wart, as they ran
What they called Rovers, consisted in going to pick it up. It was the first rabbit they had
for a w ilk with their bows and shooting one ever hit, and luckily they had killed itdead.
arrow ach at any agreed mark which they
( When they had carefully gutted it with the
came a;ross. Sometimes it would be a mole little hunting knife which Merlyn had
hill, sorietimes a clump of rushes, sometimes given in order to keep it fresh and passed
a big thistle almost at their feet. They varied one of its hind legs through the other at the
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hock, for convenience in carrying, the two They went in the Forest at the place where
boys prepared to go home with their prize. But they had last seen the bird of carrion.
before they unstrung their bows they used to In less than five minutes they were in a
observe a ceremony. Every Thursday after- clearing with a well and a cottage just like
noon, after the last serious arrow had been Merlyn's.
fired, they were allowed to fit one more nock "Goodness," said Kay, "I never knew there
to their strings and to discharge the arrow were any cottages so close. I say, let's go
straight up into the air. It was partly a gesture back."
of farewell, partly of triumph, and it was "I just want to look at this place," said the
beautiful. They did it now as a salute to their Wart. probably a wizard's."
"It's
first prey. The cottage had a brass plate screwed on
The Wart watched his arrow go up. The sun the garden gate. It said:
was already westing towards evening, and
MADAME MIM, B.A. (DOM-DANIEL)
the trees where they were had plunged them
PIANOFORTE
into a partial shade. So, as the arrow topped
NEEDLEWORK
the trees and climbed into sunlight, it began
NECROMANCY
to burn against the evening like the sun itself.
NO HAWKERS, CIRCULARS
Up and up it went, not weaving as it would
OR INCOME TAX.
have done with a snatching loose, but soar-
BEWARE OF THE DRAGON.
ing, swimming, aspiring towards heaven,
steady, golden and superb. Just as it had The cottage had curtains. These
lace
spent its force, just as its ambition had been stirred ever so slightly, forbehind them there
dimmed by destiny and it was preparing to was a lady peeping. The gore-crow was stand-
faint, to turn over, to pour back into the ing on the chimney.
bosom of its mother earth, a terrible portent "Come on," said Kay. "Oh, do come on. I
happened. A gore-crow came flapping wearily tell you, she'll never give it us back."
before the approaching night. It came, it did At this point the door of the cottage opened
not waver, it took the arrow. It flew away, suddenly and the witch was revealed stand-
heavy and hoisting, with the arrow in its ing in the passage. She was a strikingly beau-
beak. tiful woman of about thirty, with coal-black
Kay was frightened by this, but the Wart hair so rich that it had the blue-black of the
was furious. He had loved his arrow's move- maggot-pies in it, silky bright eyes and a
ment, its burning ambition in the sunlight, general soft air of butter- wouldn't-melt-in-
and, besides, it was his best arrow. It was the my-mouth. She was sly.
only one which was perfectly balanced, "How do you do, my dears," said Madame
sharp, tight-feathered, clean-nocked, and Mim. "And what can I do for you today?"
neither warped nor scraped. The boys took off their leather caps, and
"It was a witch," said Kay. Wart said, "Please, there is a crow sitting on
"I don't care if it was ten witches," said the your chimney and I think it has stolen one of
Wart. "I am going to get it back." my arrows."
"But it went towards the Forest." "Precisely," said Madame Mim. "I have
go after it."
"I shall the arrow within."
"You can go alone, then," said Kay. "I'm "Could I have it back, please?"
not going into the Forest Sauvage, just for a "Inevitably," said Madame Mim. "The
putrid arrow." young gentleman shall have his arrow on the
"I shall go alone." very instant, in four ticks and ere the bat
"Oh, well," said Kay, "I suppose I shall squeaks thrice."
have to come too, if you're so set on it. And I "Thank you very much," said the Wart.
bet we shall get nobbled by Wat." "Step forward," said Madame Mim. "Hon-
"Let him nobble," said the Wart. "I want or the threshold. Accept the humble hospitali-
my arrow." ty in the spirit in which it is given."
FANTASY 951
"I really do not think we can stay," said the miserable and neglected: in another a
Wart politely. "I really thinkwe must go. We small boy unknown to them, a wittol who
shall be expectedback at home." could only roll his eyes and burble when the
"Sweet expectation," replied Madame Mim witch came near. In a third there was a
in devout tones. moulting black cock. A fourth had a mangy
"Yet you would have thought," she added, goat in it, also black, and two more stood
"that the young gentleman could have found empty.
time to honor a poor cottager, out of polite- "Grizzle Greediguts," cried the witch.
ness. Few can believe how we ignoble tenants "Here, Mother," answered the carrion
of the lower classes value a visit from the crow.
landlord's sons." With a flopand a squawk it was sitting
"We would like to come in," said the Wart, beside them, itshairy black beak cocked on
"very much. But you see we shall be late one side. It was the witch's familiar.
already." "Open the doors," commanded Madame
The lady now began to give a sort of sim- Mim, "and Greediguts shall have eyes for
pering whine. "The fare is lowly," she said. supper, round and blue."
"No doubt it is not what you would be accus- The gore-crow hastened to obey, with every
tomed to eating, and so naturally such highly sign of satisfaction, and pulled back the
born ones would not care to partake." heavy doors in its strong beak, with three
Kay's strongly developed feeling for good times three. Then the two boys were thrust
form gave way at this. He was an aristocratic inside,one into each hutch, and Madame
boy always, and condescended to his inferiors Mim regarded them with unmixed pleasure.
so that they could admire him. Even at the The doors had magic locks on them and the
risk of visiting a witch, he was not going to witch had made them to open by whispering
have it said that he had refused to eat a in their keyholes.
tenant's food because it was too humble. "As nice a brace of young gentlemen," said
"Come on, Wart," he said. "We needn't be the witch, "as ever stewed or roast. Fattened
back before vespers." on real butcher's meat, I daresay, with milk
Madame Mim swept them a low curtsey as and all. Now we'll have the big one jugged for
they crossed the threshold. Then she took Sunday, if I can get a bit of wine to go in the
them each by the scruff of the neck, lifted pot, and the little one we'll have on the
them right off the ground with her strong moon's morn, by jing and by jee, for how can I
gypsy arms, and shot out of the back door keep my sharp fork out of him a minute
with them almost before they had got in at the longer it fair gives me the croup."
front. The Wart caught a hurried glimpse of "Let me out," said Kay hoarsely, "you old
her parlor and kitchen. The lace curtains, the witch, or Sir Ector will come for you."
aspidistra, the lithograph called the Virgin's At this Madame Mim could no longer con-
Choice, the printed text of the Lord's Prayer tain her joy. "Hark to the little varmint," she
written backwards and hung upside down, cried, snapping her fingers and doing a
the sea shell, the needle-case in the shape of bouncing jig before the cages. "Hark to the
a heart with A Present from Camelot written sweet, audacious, tender little veal. He an-
on it, tl e broom sticks, the cauldrons, and the swers back and threatens us with Sir Ector,
bottles of dandelion wine. Then they were on the very brink of the pot. That's how I faint
kicking and struggling in the back yard. to tooth them, do declare, and that's how I
I
"We thought that the growing sportsmen will tooth ere the week be out, by Scar-
them
would care to examine our rabbits," said miglione, Belial, Peor, Ciriato Sannuto and
Madarre Mim. Dr. D."
Ther was, indeed, a row
j of large rabbit With this she began bustling about in the
hutche in front of them, but they were back yard, the herb garden and the scullery,
empty >f rabbits. In one hutch there was a cleaning pots, gathering plants for the stuff-
poor ragged old eagle owl, evidently quite ing, sharpening knives and cleavers, boiling
952 THE STORIED WORLD
water, skipping for joy, licking her greedy My love a red, red nose
is like
lips, saying spells, braiding her night-black His and tawny,
tail is soft
hair, and singing as she worked. And everywhere my lovely goes
First she sang the old witch's song: I call him Nick or Horny.
e, the wittol, he can't speak them But he did say it, pushing the words out as if
either.' he were breathing against water, for he knew
"Oh, tell them me." that if he himself were gone when Madame
"You will be safe then, and so would I and came for him, she would certainly eat Kay at
the coc c be too, if you stayed long enough to once.
let us o it. But would you be brave enough to "Master," said the goat without further
stay, 01 would you run at once? And what words, and it put one leg out and laid its
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double-knobbed forehead on the ground in the the owl and the cock are left, and the wittol in
salute which is given to royalty. Then it the middle."
kissed hishand as a friend. "Still," added Madame Mim, "it's a caution
"Quick," said the Wart, "give me one of how he got out, a proper caution, that it is."
your hoofs through the bars and I will scratch "He was whispering to the little boy,"
a message on it with one of my arrows." sneaked the crow, "whispering for the last
It was difficult to know what message to half-hour together."
write on such a small space with such a "Indeed?" said the witch. "Whispering to
clumsy implement. In the end he just wrote the little dinner, hey? And much good may it
KAY. He did not use his own name because he do him. What about a sage stuffing, boy, hey?
thought Kay more important, and that they And what were you doing, my Greediguts, to
would come quicker for him. them carry on like that? No dinner for you,
let
"Do you know the way?" he asked. my little painted bird of paradise, so you may
"My grandam used to live at the castle." just flap off toany old tree and roost."
"What are the words?" "Oh, Mother," whined the crow. "I was
"Mine," said the goat, "are rather upset- only adoing of my duty."
ting." "Flap off," cried Madame Mim. "Flap off,
"What are they?" and go broody if you like."
"Well," said the goat, "you must say: Let The poor crow hung its head and crept off
Good Digestion Wait on Appetite." to the other end of the roof, sneering to itself.
"Oh, goat," said the Wart in a broken voice. "Now, my juicy toothful," said the witch,
"How horrible. But run quickly, goat, and turning to the Wart and opening his door with
come back safely, goat, and oh, goat, give me the proper whisper of Enough-Is-As-Good-
one more kiss for company before you go." As-A-Feast, "we think the cauldron simmers
The goat refused to kiss him. It gave him the and the oven is mod. How will my tender
Emperor's salute, of both feet, and bounded sucking pig enjoy a little popping lard instead
away into the darkness as soon as he had said of the clandestine whisper?"
the words. The Wart ran about in his cage as much as
Unfortunately, although they had whis- he could, and gave as much trouble as possi-
pered too carefully for the crow to hear their ble in being caught, in order to save even a
speech, the release words had had to be said little time for the coming of Merlyn.
rather loudly to reach the next-door keyhole, "Let go of me, you beast," he cried. "Let go
and the door had creaked. of me, you foul hag, or I'll bite your fingers."
"Mother, mother!" screamed the crow. "How the creature scratches," said Mad-
"The rabbits are escaping." ame Mim. "Bless us, how he wriggles and
Instantly Madame Mim was framed in the kicks, just for being a pagan's dinner."
lighted doorway of the kitchen. "Don't you dare kill me," cried the Wart,
"What is it, my Grizzle?" she cried. "What now hanging by one leg. "Don't you dare to
ails us, my halcyon tit?" lay a finger on me, or you'll be sorry for it."
"The rabbits are escaping," shrieked the "The lamb," said Madame Mim. "The par-
crow again. tridge with a plump breast, how he does
The witch ran out, but too late to catch the squeak."
goat or even to see him, and began examining "And then there's the cruel old custom,"
the locks at once by the light of her fingers. continued the witch, carrying him into the
She held these up in the air and a blue flame lamplight of the kitchen where a new sheet
burned at the tip of each. was laid on the floor, "of plucking a poor
"One little boy safe," counted Madame chicken before it is dead. The feathers come
Mim, "and sobbing for his dinner. Two little out cleaner so. Nobody could be so cruel as to
boys safe, and neither getting thinner. One do that nowadays, by Nothing or by Never,
mangy goat gone, and who cares a fiddle? For but of course a little boy doesn't feel any
FANTASY 955
pain. Their clothes come off nicer if you take The dreadful witch now lifted the Wart into
them off alive, and who would dream of the air and prepared to have her will of him;
roasting a little boy in his clothes, to spoil but at that very moment there was a fizzle of
the feast?" summer lightning without any crash and in
"Murderess," cried the Wart. "You will rue the nick of time Merlyn was standing on the
this ere the night is out." threshold.
"Cubling," said the witch. "It's a shame to "Ha!" said Merlyn. "Now we shall see
killhim, that it is. Look how his little downy what a double-first at Dom-Daniel avails
hair stares in the lamplight, and how his poor against the private education of my master
eyes pop out of his head. Greediguts will be Bleise."
sorry to miss those eyes, so she will. Some- Madame Mim put the Wart down without
times one could almost be a vegetarian, when looking at him, rose from her chair, and drew
one has to do a deed like this." herself to her full magnificent height. Her
The witch laid Wart over her lap, with his glorious hair began to crackle, and sparks
head between her knees, and carefully began shot out of her flashing eyes. She and Merlyn
to take his clothes off with a practiced hand. stood facing each other a full sixty seconds,
He kicked and squirmed as much as he could, without a word spoken, and then Madame
reckoning that every hindrance would put off Mim swept a royal curtsey and Merlyn bowed
the time when he would be actually knocked a frigid bow. He stood aside to let her go first
on the head, and thus increase the time in out of the doorway and then followed her into
which the black goat could bring Merlyn to the garden.
his rescue. During this time the witch sang It ought perhaps to be explained, before we
her plucking song, of: go any further, that in those far-off days,
when there was actually a college for Witches
Pull the feather with the skin, and Warlocks under the sea at Dom-Daniel
Not against the grain o. and when all wizards were either black or
Pluck the soft ones out from in,
white, there was a good deal of ill-feeling
The great with might and main o. between the different creeds. Quarrels be-
Even if he wriggles, tween white and black were settled ceremoni-
Never heed his squiggles,
ally, by means of duels. A wizard's duel was
For mercifully little boys are quite immune to run like this. The two principals would stand
pain o.
opposite each other in some large space free
She varied this song with the other kitchen from obstructions, and await the signal to
song of the happy cook: begin. When the signal was given they were
at liberty to turn themselves into things. It
Soft skin for crackling, was rather like the game that can be played
Oh, my lovely duckling, by two people with their fists. They say One,
The skewers go here, Two, Three, and at Three they either stick out
And the string goes there two fingers for scissors, or the flat palm for
And such is my scrumptious suckling. paper, or the clenched fist for stone. If your
hand becomes paper when your opponent's
"You will be sorry for this," cried the Wart,
become scissors, then he cuts you and wins:
"even if you live to be a thousand."
"He has spoken enough," said Madame
but if yours has turned into stone, his scissors
are blunted, and the win is yours. The object
Mim. " !t is time that we knocked him on the
" of the wizard in the duel was, to turn himself
napper into some kind of animal, vegetable or miner-
Hold him by the legs, and al which would destroy the particular animal,
When i p goes his head, vegetable or mineral which had been selected
Clip hi] a with the palm-edge, and by his opponent. Sometimes it went on
Then h j is dead. for hours.
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Merlyn had Archimedes for his second, Archimedes gave Merlyn a little massage by
Madame Mim had the gore-crow for hers, nibbling with his beak.
while Hecate, who always had to be present "Second round," commanded Hecate.
at these affairs in order to keep them regular, "Seconds out of the ring. Time!"
. . .
sat on the top of a step-ladder in the middle, to Clang went the gong, and the two desper-
umpire. She was a cold, shining, muscular ate wizards stood face to face.
lady, the color of moonlight. Merlyn and Mad- Madam Mim had gone on plotting during
ame Mim rolled up their sleeves,
gave their her rest. She had decided to try a new tack by
surcoats to Hecate to hold, and the latter put leaving the offensive to Merlyn, beginning by
on a celluloid eye-shade to watch the battle. assuming a defensive shape herself. She
At the first gong Madame Mim immediate- turned into a spreading oak.
ly turned herself into a dragon. It was the Merlyn stood baffled under the oak for a
accepted opening move and Merlyn ought to few seconds. Then he most cheekily and, as
have replied by being a thunderstorm or it turned out, rashly became a powdery lit-
something like that. Instead, he caused a tle blue-tit, which flew up and sat perkily on
great deal of preliminary confusion by be- Madame Mim's branches. You could see the
coming a field mouse, which was quite invisi- oak boiling with indignation for a moment;
ble in the grass, and nibbled Madame Mim's but then its rage became icy cold, and the
tail, as she stared about in all directions, for poor little blue-tit was sitting, not on an oak,
about five minutes before she noticed him. but on a snake. The snake's mouth was open,
But when she did notice the nibbling, she was and the bird was actually perching on its
a furious cat in two flicks. jaws. As the jaws clashed together, but only
Wart held his breath to see what the mouse in the nick of time, the bird whizzed off as a
would become next he thought perhaps a gnat into the safe air. Madame Mim had got it
tiger which could kill the cat but Merlyn on the run, however, and the speed of the
merely became another cat. He stood opposite contest now became bewildering. The quick-
her and made faces. This most irregular pro- er the attacker could assume a form, the less
cedure put Madame Mim quite out of her time the fugitive had to think of a form which
stride, and it took her more than a minute to would elude it, and now the changes were as
regain her bearings and become a dog. Even quick as thought. The gnat was scarcely in
as she became it, Merlyn was another dog the air when the snake had turned into a toad
standing opposite her, of the same sort. whose curious tongue, rooted at the front
"Oh, well played, sir!" cried the Wart, be- instead of the back of the jaw, was already
ginning to see the plan. unrolling in the flick which would snap it in.
Madame Mim was furious. She felt herself The gnat, flustered by the sore pursuit, was
out of her depth against these unusual stone- bounced into an offensive role, and the hard-
walling tactics and experienced an internal pressed Merlyn now stood before the toad in
struggle not to lose her temper. She knew that the shape of a mollern which could attack it.
if she did lose it she would lose her judgment, But Madame Mim was in her element. The
and the battle as well. She did some quick game was going according to the normal
thinking. If whenever she turned herself into rules now, and in less than an eye's blink the
a menacing animal, Merlyn was merely going toad had turned into a peregrine falcon which
to turn into the same kind, the thing would was diving at two hundred and fifty miles an
become either a mere dog-fight or stalemate. hour upon the heron's back. Poor Merlyn,
She had better alter her own tactics and give beginning to lose his nerve, turned wildly into
Merlyn a surprise. an elephant this move usually won a little
At this moment the gong went for the end breathing space but Madame Mim, relent-
of the first round. The combatants retired into less, changed from the falcon into an aullay
their respective corners and their seconds on the instant. An aullay was as much bigger
cooled them by flapping their wings, while than an elephant as an elephant is larger
FANTASY 957
than a sheep. It was a sort of horse with an deep under a mountain. [From J. R. R. Tolkien,
elephant's trunk. Madame Mim raised this The Hobbit (Houghton Mifflin, 1937).]
trunk in the air, gave a shriek like a railway
engine, and rushed upon her panting foe. In a Riddles in the Dark
flick Merlyn had disappeared.
"One," said Hecate. "Two. Three. Four. When Bilbo opened his eyes, he wondered if
Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine" he had; for it was just as dark as with them
But before the fatal Ten which would have shut. No one was anywhere near him. Just
counted him out, Merlyn reappeared in a bed imagine his fright! He could hear nothing,
of nettles, mopping his brow. He had been see nothing, and he could feel nothing except
standing among them as a nettle. the stone of the floor.
The aullay saw no reason to change its Very slowly he got up and groped about on
shape. It rushed upon the man before it with he touched the wall of the tun-
all fours, till
another piercing scream. Merlyn vanished nel; but neither up nor down it could he find
again just as the thrashing trunk descended, anything: nothing at all, no sign of goblins, no
and all stood still a moment, looking about sign of dwarves. His head was swimming,
them, wondering where he would step out and he was far from certain even of the
next. direction they had been going in when he had
"One," began Hecate again, but even as his fall. He guessed as well as he could, and
she proceeded with her counting, strange crawled along for a good way, till suddenly
things began to happen. The aullay got hic- his hand met what a tiny ring of cold
felt like
coughs, turned red, swelled visibly, began metal lying on the was a
floor of the tunnel. It
whooping, came out in spots, staggered three turning point in his career, but he did not
times, rolled its eyes, fell rumbling to the know it. He put the ring in his pocket almost
ground. groaned, kicked and said Farewell.
It without thinking; certainly it did not seem of
The Wart cheered, Archimedes hooted till he any particular use at the moment. He did not
cried, the gore-crow fell down dead, and Hec- go much further, but sat down on the cold
ate, on the top of her ladder, clapped so much floor and gave himself up to complete misera-
that she nearly tumbled off. It was a master bleness, for a long while. He thought of him-
stroke. self frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen
The ingenious magician had turned him- at home for he could feel inside that it was
microbes, not yet
self successively into the high time for some meal or other; but that
discovered, hiccoughs, scarlet fever,
of only made him miserabler.
mumps, whooping cough, measles and heat He could not think what to do; nor could he
spots, and from a complication of all these think what had happened; or why he had
complaints the infamous Madame Mim had been left behind; or why, if he had been left
immediately expired. behind, the goblins had not caught him; or
even why his head was so sore. The truth was
he had been lying quiet, out of sight and out
J. R. R. Tolkien of mind, in a very dark corner for a long
while.
The Hobbit
After some time he felt for his pipe. It was
This me dern classic for children, by an eminent not broken, and that was something. Then he
scholar and philologist, is deeply rooted in the felt for his pouch, and there was some tobac-
folklore and myth of northwest Europe. Hobbits, co in it, and that was something more. Then
J. "olkien tells us, were little folk who lived,
R. R. he felt for matches and he could not find any
likedw irfs and elves, in ancient times now lost at all, and that shattered his hopes complete-
and forgotten. On a quest for treasure hoard, the ly. Just as well for him, as he agreed when he
hobbit Bilbo has become separated from his came to his senses. Goodness knows what the
comparions, the dwarfs, and is lost in a tunnel striking of matches and the smell of tobacco
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would have brought on him out of dark holes feel with his hand on the wall. Of these he
in that horrible place. Still at the moment he took no notice, except to hurry past for fear of
felt very crushed. But in slapping all his goblins or half-imagined dark things coming
pockets and feeling all round himself for out of them. On and on he went, and down
matches his hand came on the hilt of his little and down; and still he heard no sound of
sword the little dagger that he got from the anything except the occasional whirr of a bat
trolls, and that he had quite forgotten; nor do by his ears, which startled him at first, till
the goblins seem to have noticed it, as he it became too frequent to bother about. I do
wore it inside his breeches. not know how long he kept on like this, hat-
Now he drew it out. It shone pale and dim ing to go on, not daring to stop, on, on, until
before his eyes. "So it is an elvish blade, too," he was tireder than tired. It seemed like all
he thought; "and goblins are not very near, the way to tomorrow and over it to the days
and yet not far enough." beyond.
But somehow he was comforted. It was Suddenly without any warning he trotted
rather splendid to be wearing a blade made in splash into water! Ugh! it was icy cold. That
Gondolin for the goblin-wars of which so pulled him up sharp and short. He did not
many songs had sung; and also he had no- know whether it was just a pool in the path, or
ticed that such weapons made a great impres- the edge of an underground stream that
sion on goblins that came upon them sudden- crossed the passage, or the brink of a deep
ly. dark subterranean lake. The sword was hard-
"Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go ly shining at all. He stopped, and he could
sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only hear, when he listened hard, drops drip-drip-
thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and dripping from an unseen roof into the water
trotted along with his little sword held in front below; but there seemed no other sort of
of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his sound.
heart all of a patter and a pitter. "So it is a pool or a lake, and not an
Now certainly Bilbo was in what is called a underground river," he thought. Still he did
tight place. But you must remember it was not dare to wade out into the darkness. He
not quite so tight for him as it would have could not swim; and he thought, too, of nasty
been for me or for you. Hobbits are not quite slimy things, with big bulging blind eyes,
like ordinary people; and after all if their wriggling in the water. There are strange
holes are nice cheery places and properly things living in the pools and lakes in the
aired, quite different from the tunnels of the hearts of mountains: fish whose fathers
goblins, still they are more used to tunnelling swam in, goodness only knows how many
than we are, and they do not easily lose their years ago, and never swam out again, while
sense of direction underground not when their eyes grew bigger and bigger and big-
their have recovered from being
heads ger from trying to see in the blackness; also
bumped. Also they can move very quietly, and there are other things more slimy than fish.
hide easily, and recover wonderfully from Even in the tunnels and caves the goblins
falls and bruises, and they have a fund of have made for themselves there are other
wisdom and wise sayings that men have things living unbeknown to them that have
mostly never heard or have forgotten long sneaked in from outside to lie up in the dark.
ago. Some of these caves, too, go back in their
I should not have liked to have been in Mr. beginnings to ages before the goblins, who
Baggins' place, all the same. The tunnel only widened them and joined them up with
seemed to have no end. All he knew was that passages, and the original owners are still
it was still going down pretty steadily and there in odd corners, slinking and nosing
keeping in the same direction in spite of a about.
twist and a turn or two. There were passages Deep down here by the dark water lived old
leading off to the side every now and then, as Gollum. I don't know where he came from,
he knew by the glimmer of his sword, or could nor who or what he was. He was Gollum as
FANTASY 959
dark as darkness, except for two big round what he had come to find out, for he was not
quick as thinking. He liked meat too. Goblin "What's he got in his handses?" said
he thought good, when he could get it; but he Gollum, looking at the sword, which he did
took care they never found him out. He just not quite like.
throttled them from behind, if they ever came "A sword, a blade which came out of Gon-
down alone anywhere near the edge of the dolin!"
water, while he was prowling about. They "Sssss," said Gollum, and became quite
very seldom did, for they had a feeling that polite. "Praps ye sits here and chats with it a
something unpleasant was lurking down bitsy, my preciousss. Itlikes riddles, praps it
there, down at the very roots of the mountain. does, does it?" He was anxious to appear
They had come on the lake, when they were friendly, at any rate for the moment, and
tunnelling down long ago, and they found until he found out more about the sword and
they could go no further; so there their road the hobbit, whether he was quite alone really,
ended in that direction, and there was no whether he was good to eat, and whether
reason to go that way unless the Great Gob- Gollum was really hungry. Riddles were all
lin sent them. Sometimes he took a fancy for he could think of. Asking them, and some-
fish from the lake, and sometimes neither times guessing them, had been the only
goblin nor fish came back. game he had ever played with other funny
Actually Gollum lived on a slimy island of creatures sitting in their holes in the long,
rock in the middle of the lake. He was watch- long ago, before the goblins came, and he
ing Bilbo now from the distance with his pale was cut off from his friends far under the
eyes like telescopes. Bilbo could not see him, mountains.
but he was wondering a lot about Bilbo, for he "Very well," said Bilbo, who was anxious to
could see that he was no goblin at all. agree, until he found out more about the
Gollum got into his boat and shot off from creature, whether he was quite alone, wheth-
the island, while Bilbo was sitting on the er he was fierce or hungry, and whether he
brink altogether flummoxed and at the end of was a friend of the goblins.
his way and his wits. Suddenly up came "You ask first," he said, because he had not
Gollum and whispered and hissed: had time to think of a riddle.
"Bles;s us and splash us, my precioussss! I So Gollum hissed:
guess it's a choice feast; at least a tasty What has roots as nobody sees,
morsel it'd make us, gollum!" And when he
Is taller than trees,
said gollum he made a horrible swallowing
Up, up it goes,
noise i:i That is how he got his
his throat.
And yet never grows?
name, :hough he always called himself "my
precious." "Easy!" said Bilbo. "Mountain, I suppose."
The lobbit jumped nearly out of his skin "Does it guess easy? It must have a compe-
when t le hiss came in his ears, and he sud- tition with us, my preciouss! If precious asks,
denly s iw the pale eyes sticking out at him. and it doesn't answer, we eats it, my pre-
"Who are you?" he said, thrusting his dag- ciousss. If it asks us, and we doesn't answer,
ger in 1 ront of him. we gives it a present, gollum!"
"Wh.it iss he, my preciouss?" whispered "All right!" said Bilbo, not daring to disa-
Gollum (who always spoke to himself through gree, and nearly bursting his brain to think of
never h aving anyone else to speak to). This is riddles that could save him from being eaten.
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Thirty white horses on a red hill, It lies behind stars and under hills,
First they champ, And empty holes it fills.
Then they stamp, It comes first and follows after,
Then they stand still. Ends life, kills laughter.
That was all he could think of to ask the
idea of eating was rather on his mind. It was Unfortunately for Gollum Bilbo had heard
that sort of thing before; and the answer was
rather an old one, too, and Gollum knew the
all round him any way. "Dark!" he said with-
answer as well as you do.
out even scratching his head or putting on his
"Chestnuts, chestnuts," he hissed. "Teeth!
thinking cap.
teeth! my preciousss; but we has only six!"
Then he asked his second: A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid,
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters, He asked to gain time, until he could think
Toothless bites, of a really hard one. This he thought a dread-
Mouthless mutters. fully easy chestnut, though he had not
asked it in the usual words. But it proved a
"Half a moment!" cried Bilbo, who was still
nasty poser for Gollum. He hissed to himself,
thinking uncomfortably about eating. Fortu- and still he did not answer; he whispered and
nately he had once heard something rather
spluttered.
like this before, and getting his wits back he
After some while Bilbo became impatient.
thought of the answer. "Wind, wind, of
"Well, what is it?" he said. "The answer's not
course," he said, and he was so pleased that a kettle boiling over, as you seem to think
he made up one on the spot. "This'll puzzle
from the noise you are making."
the nasty little underground creature," he
"Give us a chance; let it give us a chance,
thought:
my preciouss-ss-ss."
An eye in a blue face "Well," said Bilbo, after giving him a long
Saw an eye in a green face. chance, "what about your present?"
"That eye is like to this eye" But suddenly Gollum remembered thieving
Said the first eye, from nests long ago, and sitting under the
"But in low place, river bank teaching his grandmother, teach-
Not in high place." ing his grandmother to suck "Eggses!" he
hissed. "Eggses it is!" Then he asked:
"Ss, ss, ss," said Gollum. He had been
underground a long long time, and was for- Alive without breath,
getting this sort of thing. But just as Bilbo As cold as death;
was beginning to wonder what Gollum's pre- Never thirsty, ever drinking,
sent would be like, Gollum brought up memo- All in mail never clinking.
ries of ages and ages and ages before, when
He also in his turn thought this was a
he lived with his grandmother in a hole in a
dreadfully easy one, because he was always
bank by a river. "Sss, sss, my preciouss," he
thinking of the answer. But he could not
said. "Sun on the daisies it means, it does."
remember anything better at the moment, he
But these ordinary aboveground everyday
was so flustered by the egg-question. All the
sort of riddles were tiring for him. Also they
same it was a poser for poor Bilbo, who never
reminded him of days when he had been less
had anything to do with the water if he could
lonely and sneaky and nasty, and that put
help it. I imagine you know the answer, of
him out of temper. What is more they made
course, or can guess it as easy as winking,
him hungry; so this time he tried something a
since you are sitting comfortably at home and
bit more difficult and more unpleasant:
have not the danger of being eaten to disturb
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, your thinking. Bilbo sat and cleared his throat
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. once or twice, but no answer came.
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After a while Gollum began to hiss with coming towards him. His tongue seemed to
pleasure to himself: "Is it nice, my pre- stick in his mouth; he wanted to shout out:
ciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously "Give me more time! Give me time!" But all
crunchable?" He began to peer at Bilbo out of that came out with a sudden squeal was:
the darkness.
"Time! Time!"
"Half a moment," said the hobbit shiver-
ing. "I gave you a good long chance just Bilbo was saved by pure luck. For that of
now." course was the answer.
"It must make haste, haste!" said Gollum, Gollum was disappointed once more; and
beginning climb out of his boat on to the
to now he was getting angry, and also tired of
shore to get at Bilbo. But when he put his long the game. It had made him very hungry
webby foot in the water, a fish jumped out in indeed. This time he did not go back to the
a fright and fell on Bilbo's toes. boat. He sat down in the dark by Bilbo. That
"Ugh!" he said, "it is cold and clammy!', made the hobbit most dreadfully uncomforta-
and so he guessed. "Fish! fish!" he cried. "It ble and scattered his wits.
is fish." "It's got to ask uss a quesstion, my pre-
Gollum was dreadfully disappointed; but ciouss, yes, yess, yesss. Jusstone more quess-
Bilbo asked another riddle as quick as ever he tion to guess, yes, yess," said Gollum.
could, so that Gollum had to get back into his But Bilbo simply could not think of any
boat and think. question with that nasty wet cold thing sitting
next to him, and pawing and poking him. He
No-legs lay on one-leg, two-legs sat near on scratched himself, he pinched himself; still
three-legs, four-legs got some.
he could not think of anything.
It was not really the right time for this "Ask us! Ask us!" said Gollum.
riddle, but Bilbo was in a hurry. Gollum might Bilbo pinched himself and slapped him-
have had some trouble guessing it, if he had self; he gripped on his little sword; he even
asked it at another time. As it was, talking of felt in his pocket with his other hand. There
fish, "no-legs" was not so very difficult, and he found the ring he had picked up in the
after that the rest was easy. "Fish on a little passage and forgotten about.
table, man at table sitting on a stool, the cat "What have I got in my pocket?" he said
has the bones" that of course is the answer, aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum
and Gollum soon gave it. Then he thought the thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully
time had come to ask something hard and upset.
horrible. This is what he said: "Not fair! not fair!" he hissed. "It isn't fair,
my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in its
This thing all things devours:
nassty little pocketses?"
Birds, teasts, trees, flowers;
Bilbo seeing what had happened and hav-
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds lard stones to meal; ing nothing better to ask stuck to his question,
"What have I got in my pocket?" he said
Slays k:ng, ruins town,
louder.
And beats high mountain down.
"S-s-s-s-s," hissed Gollum. "It must give us
Poor Bilbo sat in the dark thinking of all the three guesseses, my preciouss, three gues-
horribh names of all the giants and ogres he seses."
had evt r heard told of in tales, but not one of "Very well! Guess away!" said Bilbo.
them had done all these things. He had a "Handses!" said Gollum.
feeling that the answer was quite different "Wrong," said Bilbo, who had luckily just
and that he ought to know it, but he could not taken his hand out again. "Guess again!"
think o it. He began to get frightened, and
;
sharpen his fangs on, and other nasty things. Bilbo turned round and waited, wondering
He tried to think what other people kept in what it could bethat the creature was making
their pockets. such a fuss about. This proved very fortunate
"Knife!" he said at last. afterwards. For Gollum came back and made
"Wrong!" said Bilbo, who had lost his some a tremendous spluttering and whispering and
time ago. "Last guess!" croaking; and in the end Bilbo gathered that
Now Gollum was in a much worse state Gollum had had a ring a wonderful, beauti-
than when Bilbo had asked him the egg- ful ring, a ring that he had been given for a
question. He hissed and spluttered and birthday present, ages and ages before in old
rocked himself backwards and forwards, and days when such rings were less uncommon.
slapped his feet on the floor, and wriggled and Sometimes he had it in his pocket; usually he
squirmed; but still he did not dare to waste his kept it in a little hole in the rock on his island;
last guess. sometimes he wore it when he was very,
"Come on!" said Bilbo. "I am waiting!' He very hungry, and tired of fish, and crept along
tried to sound bold and cheerful, but he did dark passages looking for stray goblins. Then
not feel at all sure how the game was going to he might venture even into places where the
end, whether Gollum guessed right or not. torches were lit and made his eyes blink and
had to give up all idea of it. Still there was the along quite fast stooping low with their hands
sword; and the stranger was wide awake
little almost on the floor, that made Bilbo forget the
and on the look out, not unsuspecting as danger of meeting them and hurry forward
Gollum liked to have the things which he recklessly.
attacked. So perhaps it was best after all. Soon the passage began to go up again, and
That is how Bilbo got to know that the after a while it climbed steeply. That slowed
tunnel ended at the water and went no fur- him down. But at last after some time the
ther on the other side where the mountain slope stopped, the passage turned a corner
wall was dark and solid. He also learned that and dipped down again, and at the bottom of
he ought to have turned down one of the side a short incline he saw filtering round another
passages to the right before he came to the corner a glimmer of light. Not red light as
bottom; but he could not follow Gollum' s of fire or lantern, but pale ordinary out-of-
directions for finding way up,
it again on the doors sort of light. Then he began to run.
and he made the wretched creature come and Scuttling along as fast as his little legs would
show him the way. carry him he turned the corner and came
As they went along up the tunnel together, suddenly right into an open place where the
Gollum flip-flapping at his side, Bilbo going light, after all that time in the dark, seemed
very softly, he thought he would try the ring. dazzlingly bright. Really it was only a leak of
He slipped it on his finger. sunshine in through a doorway, where a great
"Where iss it? Where iss it gone to?" said door, a stone door, was left a little open.
Gollum at once, peering about with his long Biblo blinked, and then he suddenly saw
eyes. the goblins: goblins in full armour with
"Here I am, following behind!" said Bilbo drawn swords sitting just inside the door, and
slipping off the ring again, and feeling very watching it with wide eyes, and the passage
pleased to have it and to find that it really did that led to it! They saw him sooner than he
what Gollum said. saw them, and with yells of delight they
Now on they went again, while Gollum rushed upon him.
counted the passages to left and right: "One Whether it was accident or presence of
left, one right, two right, three right, two mind, I don't know. Accident, I think, be-
left," and so on. He began to get very shaky cause the hobbit was not used yet to his new
and afraid as they left the water further and treasure. Anyway he slipped the ring on his
further behind; but at last he stopped by a low lefthand and the goblins stopped short.
opening on their left (going up) "six right, They could not see a sign of him. Then they
four left." yelled twice as loud as before, but not so
"Here'ss the passage," he whispered. "It delightedly.
musst squeeze in and sneak down. We dur- "Where is it?" they cried.
stn'tgo with it, my preciouss, no we durstn't, "Go back up the passage!" some shouted.
gollum!" "This way!" some yelled. "That way!" oth-
So Bilbo slipped under the arch, and said ers yelled.
good-bys to the nasty miserable creature; and "Look out for the door," bellowed the cap-
very glad he was. He did not feel comfortable tain.
until h( felt quite sure it was gone, and he Whistles blew, armour clashed, swords rat-
kept his head out in the main tunnel listening tled, goblins cursed and swore and ran hither
until th j flip-flap of Gollum going back to his and thither, falling over one another and
boat die daway in the darkness. Then he went getting very angry. There was a terrible out-
down tl e new passage. cry, to-do, and disturbance.
It was a low narrow one roughly made. It Bilbo was dreadfully frightened, but he
was all right for the hobbit, except when he had the sense to understand what had hap-
stubbed his toes in the dark on nasty jags in pened and to sneak behind a big barrel which
the floo but it must have been a bit low for
;
held drink for the goblin- guards, and so get
goblins. Perhaps it was not knowing that out of the way and avoid being bumped into,
goblins are used to this sort of thing, and go trampled to death, or caught by feel.
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"I must get to the door, I must get to the animals in The Wind in the Willows, he said:
door!" he kept on saying to himself, but it was "Every animal, by instinct, lives according to his
a long time before he ventured to try. Then it nature. Thereby he lives wisely, and betters the
was like a horrible game of blindman's-buff. tradition of mankind. .
Every animal is true
. .
The place was full of goblins running about, is, therefore, according to his nature both beauti-
and the poor little hobbit dodged this way and fuland good."
that, was knocked over by a goblin who could The Wind in the Willows was written or told as
not make out what he had bumped into, bedtime stories for Kenneth Grahame's small
scrambled away on all fours, slipped between son, affectionately known in the family as
the legs of the captain just in time, got up, "Mouse." To understand this chapter better, the
and ran for the door. reader must know that Mole had recently made
It was stillajar, but a goblin had pushed it the acquaintance of Water Rat, who had intro-
nearly to. Bilbo struggled but he could not duced him to Mr. Toad and had warned him
move it. He tried to squeeze through the against the dangers of the Wild Wood. But when
crack. He squeezed and squeezed, and he Mole also wished to know Mr. Badger, the Rat
stuck! It was awful. His buttons had got said Mr. Badger was a recluse and hard to meet.
wedged on the edge of the door and the door- This chapter reveals what adventures Mole had in
post. He could see outside into the open air: the Wild Wood, adventures that led him to Mr.
there were a few steps running down into a Badger's door. [From Kenneth Grahame, The
narrow valley between tall mountains; the Wind in the Willows (Scribner, 1908).]
sun came out from behind a cloud and shone
bright on the outside of the door but he
The Wild Wood
could not get through.
Suddenly one of the goblins inside shouted: The Mole had long wanted to make the ac-
"There is a shadow by the door. Something is quaintance of the Badger. He seemed, by all
outside!" accounts, to be such an important personage
Bilbo's heart jumped into his mouth. He and, though rarely visible, to make his un-
gave a squirm. Buttons burst off in all
terrific seen influence felt by everybody about the
directions. He was through, with a torn coat place. But whenever the Mole mentioned his
and waistcoat, leaping down the steps like a wish to the Water Rat, he always found him-
goat, while bewildered goblins were still pick- self put off. "It's all right," the Rat would say.
ing up his nice brass buttons on the doorstep. "Badger'll turn up some day or other he's
Of course they soon came down after him, always turning up and then I'll introduce
hooting and hallooing, and hunting among you. The best of fellows! But you must not
the trees. But they don't like the sun: it makes only take him as you find him, but when you
their legs wobble and their heads giddy. They find him."
could not find Bilbo with the ring on, slipping "Couldn't you ask him here dinner or
in and out of the shadow of the trees, running something?" said the Mole.
quick and quiet, and keeping out of the sun; "He wouldn't come," replied the Rat sim-
so soon they went back grumbling and curs- ply."Badger hates Society, and invitations,
ing to guard the door. Bilbo had escaped. and dinner, and all that sort of thing."
"Well, then, supposing we go and call on
him?" suggested the Mole.
Kenneth Grahame "O, I'm sure he wouldn't like that at all"
said the Rat, quite alarmed. "He's so very shy,
The Wind in the Willows
he'd be sure to be offended. I've never even
When Kenneth Grahame was asked why he wrote ventured to call on him at his own home
for children, among other reasons he gave was myself, though know him so well. Besides,
I
this: "Children are not merely people; they are we can't. quite out of the question,
It's
the only really living people that have been left to because he lives in the very middle of the
us in an over-weary world." As for writing about Wild Wood."
FANTASY 965
"Well, supposing he does," said the Mole. window, the prince that was to kiss the sleep-
"You told me the Wild Wood was all right, you ingsummer back to life and love. But when
know." meadow-sweet, debonair and odorous in
"O, I know, I know, so it is," replied the Rat amber jerkin, moved graciously to his place
evasively. "But I think we won't go there just in the group, then the play was ready to begin.
now. Not just yet. It's a long way, and he And what a play it had been! Drowsy ani-
wouldn't be at home at this time of year, mals, snug in their holes while wind and rain
anyhow, and he'll be coming along some day, were battering at their doors, recalled still,
wait quietly."
if you'll keen mornings, an hour before sunrise, when
The Mole had
to be content with this. But the white mist, as yet undispersed, clung
the Badger never came along, and every day closely along the surface of the water; then
brought its amusements, and it was not till the shock of the early plunge, the scamper
summer was long over, and cold and frost and along the bank, and the radiant transforma-
miry ways kept them much indoors, and the tion of earth, air, and water, when suddenly
swollen river raced past outside their win- the sun was with them again, and gray was
dows with a speed that mocked at boating of gold and color was born and sprang out of the
any sort or kind, that he found his thoughts earth once more. They recalled the languor-
dwelling again with much persistence on the ous siesta of hot midday, deep in green under-
solitary gray Badger, who lived his own life by growth, the sun striking through in tiny gold-
himself, in his hole in the middle of the Wild en shafts and spots; the boating and bathing
Wood. of the afternoon, the rambles along dusty
In the wintertime the Rat slept a great lanes and through yellow cornfields; and the
and rising late. During his
deal, retiring early long, cool evening at last, when so many
short day he sometimes scribbled poetry or threads were gathered up, so many friend-
did other small domestic jobs about the ships rounded, and so many adventures
house; and, of course, there were always planned for the morrow. There was plenty to
animals dropping in for a chat, and conse- talk about on those short winter days when
quently there was a good deal of story-telling the animals found themselves round the fire;
and comparing notes on the past summer and still, the Mole had a good deal of spare time on
all its doings. his hands, and so one afternoon, when the
Such a rich chapter it had been, when one Rat in his armchair before the blaze was
came to look back on it all! With illustrations alternately dozing and trying over rhymes
so numerous and so very highly colored! The that wouldn't fit, he formed the resolution to
pageant of the river bank had marched stead- go out by himself and explore the Wild Wood,
ily along, unfolding itself in scene-pictures and perhaps strike up an acquaintance with
that succeeded each other in stately proces- Mr. Badger.
sion. Purple loosestrife arrived early shaking It was a cold, still afternoon with a hard,
luxuriant tangled locks along the edge of the steely sky overhead, when he slipped out of
mirror whence its own face laughed back at the warm parlor into the open air. The coun-
it.Will3w-herb, tender and wistful, like a pink try lay bare and entirely leafless around him,
sunset cloud, was not slow to follow. Com- and he thought that he had never seen so far
frey, the purple hand-in-hand with the white, and so intimately into the insides of things as
crept iorth to take its place in the line; and at on that winter day when Nature was deep in
last one morning the diffident and delaying her annual slumber and seemed to have
dog-ro >e stepped delicately on the stage, and kicked the clothes off. Copses, dells, quarries,
one kr ew, as ifstring-music had announced and all hidden places, which had been mys-
itin st itely chords that strayed into a gavotte, terious mines for exploration in leafy sum-
that J me at last was here. One member of mer, now exposed themselves and their se-
the ompany
< stillwas
awaited; the crets pathetically, and seemed to ask him to
sheph* :rd-boy for the nymphs to woo, the overlook their shabby poverty for a while, till
knight for whom the ladies waited at the they could riot in rich masquerade as before,
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It led him on, and he penetrated to where the and he knew it for nothing else but the pat-
light was less, and trees crouched nearer and pat-pat of little feet still a very long way off.
nearer, and holes made ugly mouths at him Was it in front or behind? It seemed to be first
on either side. one, and then the other, then both. It grew
Everything was very still now. The dusk and it multiplied, till from every quarter as he
advanced on him steadily, rapidly, gathering listened anxiously, leaning this way and that,
in behind and before; and the light seemed to it seemed to be closing in on him. As he stood
be draining away like flood-water. still to hearken, a rabbit came running hard
Then the faces began. toward him through the trees. He waited,
It was over his shoulder, and indistinctly, expecting it to slacken pace or to swerve from
that he first thought he saw a face, a little, him into a different course. Instead, the ani-
evil, wedge-shaped face, looking out at him mal almost brushed him as it dashed past, his
from a hole. When he turned and confronted face set and hard, his eyes staring. "Get out of
it,the thing had vanished. this, you fool, get out!" the Mole heard him
He quickened his pace, telling himself mutter as he swung round a stump and disap-
cheerfully not to begin imagining things or peared down a friendly burrow.
there would be simply no end to it. He passed The pattering increased till it sounded like
another hole, and another, and another; and sudden hail on the dry leaf-carpet spread
then yes! no! yes! certainly a little, nar- around him. The whole wood seemed running
row face, with hard eyes, had flashed up for now, running hard, hunting, chasing, closing
an instant from a hole, and was gone. He in round something or somebody? In panic,
hesitated braced himself up for an effort he began to run too, aimlessly, he knew not
and strode on. Then suddenly, and as if it had whither. He ran up against things, he fell
been so all the time, every hole, far and near, over things and into things, he darted under
and there were hundreds of them, seemed to things and dodged round things. At last he
possess its face, coming and going rapidly, all took refuge in the deep, dark hollow of an
fixing on him glances of malice and hatred: old beech tree, which offered shelter, con-
all hard-eyed and evil and sharp. cealment perhaps even safety, but who
If he could only get away from the holes in could tell? Anyhow, he was too tired to run
the banks, he thought, there would be no any farther, and could only snuggle down into
more faces. He swung off the path and the dry leaves which had drifted into the
FANTASY 967
hollow and hope he was safe for a time. And of his friend. Here and there wicked little
as he lay there panting and trembling, and faces popped out of holes, but vanished im-
listened to the whistlings and the patterings mediately at sight of the valorous animal, his
outside, he knew it at last, in all its fullness, pistols, and the great ugly cudgel in his grasp;
that dread thing which other little dwellers in and the whistling and pattering, which he
field and hedgerow had encountered here, had heard quite plainly on his first entry, died
and known as their darkest moment that away and ceased, and all was very still. He
thing which the Rat had vainly tried to shield made his way manfully through the length of
him from the Terror of the Wild Wood ! the wood, to its farthest edge; then, forsaking
Meantime the Rat, warm and comfortable, all paths, he set himself to traverse it, labori-
dozed by his fireside. His paper of half- ously working over the whole ground, and all
finished verses slipped from his knee, his the time calling out cheerfully, "Moly, Moly,
head fell back, his mouth opened, and he Moly! Where are you? It's me it's old Rat!"
wandered by the verdant banks of dream- He had patiently hunted through the wood
rivers. Then a coal slipped, the fire crackled for an hour or more, when at last to his joy he
and sent up a spurt of flame, and he woke heard a little answering cry. Guiding himself
with a Remembering what he had been
start. by the sound, he made his way through the
engaged upon, he reached down to the floor gathering darkness to the foot of an old beech
for his verses, pored over them for a minute, tree, with a hole in it, and from out of the hole
and then looked round for the Mole to ask him came a feeble voice, saying, "Ratty! Is that
if he knew a good rhyme for something or really you?"
other. The Rat crept into the hollow, and there he
But the Mole was not there. found the Mole, exhausted and still trem-
He listened for a time. The house seemed bling. "O Rat!" he cried, "I've been so fright-
very quiet. ened, you can't think!"
Then he called "Moly!" several times, and, "O, I quite understand," said the Rat sooth-
receiving no answer, got up and went out into ingly. "You shouldn't really have gone and
the hall. done it, Mole. I did my best to keep you from
The Mole's cap was missing from its accus- it. We river-bankers, we hardly ever come
tomed peg. His goloshes, which always lay by here by ourselves. If we have to come, we
the umbrella-stand, were also gone. come in couples at least; then we're generally
The Rat left the house, and carefully exam- all right. Besides, there are a hundred things
ined the muddy surface of the ground outside, one has to know, which we understand all
hoping to find the Mole's tracks. There they about and you don't, as yet. I mean pass-
were, sure enough. The goloshes were new, words, and signs, and sayings which have
just bought for the winter, and the pimples on power and effect, and plants you carry in your
their soles were fresh and sharp. He could see pocket, and verses you repeat, and dodges
the imprints of them in the mud, running and tricks you practice; all simple enough
along straight and purposeful, leading direct when you know them, but they've got to be
to the Wild Wood. known if you're small, or you'll find yourself
The Rat looked very grave, and stood in in trouble. Of course, if you were Badger or
deep thought for a minute or two. Then he Otter, it would be quite another matter."
re-entered the house, strapped a belt round "Surely the brave Mr. Toad wouldn't mind
his waist, shoved a brace of pistols into it, coming here by himself, would he?" inquired
took uj a stout cudgel that stood in a corner of the Mole.
the ha 1, and set off for the Wild Wood at a "Old Toad?" said the Rat, laughing hearti-
smart >ace. ly. "He wouldn't show his face here alone, not
It w is already getting toward dusk when for a whole hatful of golden guineas, Toad
he rec ched the first fringe of trees and wouldn't."
plunged without hesitation into the wood, The Mole was greatly cheered by the sound
looking anxiously on either side for any sign of the Rat's careless laughter, as well as by
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the sight of his stick and his gleaming pistols, now this snow makes everything look so very
and he stopped shivering and began to feel different."
bolder and more himself again. It did indeed. The Mole would not have
"Now, then," said the Rat presently, "we known that it was the same wood. However,
really must pull ourselves together and make they set out bravely, and took the line that
a start for home while there's still a little light seemed most promising, holding on to each
left. It will never do to spend the night here, other and pretending with invincible cheer-
you understand. Too cold, for one thing." fulness that they recognized an old friend in
"Dear Ratty," said the poor Mole, "I'm every fresh tree that grimly and silently greet-
dreadfully sorry, but I'm simply dead beat ed them, or saw openings, gaps, or paths with
and that's a solid fact. You must let me rest a familiar turn in them, in the monotony of
here a while longer, and get my strength white space and black tree-trunks that re-
back, if I'm to get home at all." fused to vary.
"O, all right,"said the good-natured Rat, An hour or two later they had lost all
"restaway. It'spretty nearly pitch-dark now, count of time they pulled up, dispirited,
anyhow; and there ought to be a bit of a moon weary, and hopelessly at sea, and sat down on
later." a fallen tree-trunk to recover their breath and
So the Mole got well into the dry leaves and consider what was to be done. They were
stretched himself out, and presently dropped aching with fatigue and bruised with tum-
off into sleep, though of a broken and troubled bles; they had fallen into several holes and
sort; while the Rat covered himself up, too, as got wet through; the snow was getting so
best he might, for warmth, and lay patiently deep that they could hardly drag their little
waiting, with a pistol in his paw. legs through it, and the trees were thicker and
When at last the Mole woke up, much more like each other than ever. There seemed
refreshed and in his usual spirits, the Rat to be no end to this wood, and no beginning,
said, "Now, then! I'll just take a look outside and no difference in it, and, worst of all, no
and see if everything's quiet, and then we way out.
reallymust be off." "We can't sit here very long," said the Rat.
He went to the entrance of their retreat and "We shall have to make another push for it,
put his head out. Then the Mole heard him and do something or other. The cold is too
saying quietly to himself, "Hullo! hullo! awful for anything, and the snow will soon be
here is a go!" too deep for us to wade through." He peered
"What's up, Ratty?" asked the Mole. about him and considered. "Look here," he
"Snow is up," replied the Rat briefly; "or went on, "this is what occurs to me. There's a
rather, down. It's snowing hard." sort of dell down here in front of us, where the
The Mole came and crouched beside him, ground seems all hilly and humpy and hum-
and, looking out, saw the wood that had been mocky. We'll make our way down into that,
so dreadful to him in quite a changed aspect. and try and find some sort of shelter, a cave or
Holes, hollows, pools, pitfalls, and other black hole with a dry floor to it, out of the snow and
menaces to the wayfarer were vanishing fast, the wind, and there we'll have a good rest
and a gleaming carpet of faery was springing before we try again, for we're both of us pretty
up everywhere, that looked too delicate to be dead beat. Besides, the snow may leave off, or
trodden upon by rough feet. A fine powder something may turn up."
filled the air and caressed the cheek with a So once more they got on their feet, and
tingle in its touch, and the black boles of the struggled down into the dell, where they
trees showed up in a light that seemed to hunted about for a cave or some corner that
come from below. was dry and a protection from the keen wind
"Well, well, it can't be helped," said the and the whirling snow. They were investigat-
Rat, after pondering. "We must make a start, ing one of the hummocky bits the Rat had
and take our chance, I suppose. The worst of spoken of, when suddenly the Mole tripped up
it is, I don't exactly know where we are. And and fell forward on his face with a squeal.
FANTASY 969
"O my leg!" he cried. "O my poor shin!" body up. Very thoughtless of him, I call it.
and he sat up on the snow and nursed his leg When I get home I shall go and complain
Mole, forgetting his grammar in his pain. "It perhaps we can go on and not waste any more
hurts just the same, whatever done it." time over rubbish-heaps. Can we eat a. door-
But the Rat, after carefully tying up the leg mat? Or sleep under a door-mat? Or sit on a
with his handkerchief, had left him and was door-mat and sledge home over the snow on
busy scraping in the snow. He scratched and it, you exasperating rodent?"
shoveled and explored, all four legs working "Do you mean to say," cried the
busily, while the Mole waited impatiently, excited Rat, "that this door-mat doesn't tell
remarking at intervals, "O, come on, Rat!" you anything?"
Suddenly the Rat cried "Hooray!" and then "Really, Rat," said the Mole, quite pettish-
"Hooray-oo-ray-oo-ray-oo-ray!" and fell to ex- ly, "Ithink we've had enough of this folly.
ecuting a feeble jig in the snow. Who ever heard of a door-mat telling anyone
"What have you found, Ratty?" asked the anything? They simply don't do it. They are
Mole, still nursing his leg. not that sort atall. Door-mats know their
"Come and see!" said the delighted Rat, as place."
he jigged on. "Now look here, you you thick-headed
The Mole hobbled up to the spot and had a beast," replied the Rat, really angry, "this
good look. must Not another word, but scrape
stop.
"We 1," he said at last, slowly, "I see it right scrape and scratch and dig and hunt round,
enough. Seen the same sort of thing before, especially on the sides of the hummocks, if
lots of times. Familiar object, I call it. A you want to sleep dry and warm tonight, for
door-sc raper Well,
! what of it? Why dance jigs it's our last chance!"
around a door-scraper?" The Rat attacked a snow-bank beside
"Bui don't you see what it means, you them with ardor, probing with his cudgel
you dull-witted animal?" cried the Rat impa- everywhere and then digging with fury;
tiently and the Mole scraped busily too, more to
"Of course I see what it means," replied oblige the Rat than for any other reason, for
the Me le. "It simply means that some very his opinion was that his friend was getting
carelees and forgetful person has left his lightheaded.
door-sc raper lying about in the middle of the Some ten minutes' hard work, and the
Wild W ood, just where it's sure to trip every- point of the Rat's cudgel struck something
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by the side, and below it, on a small brass toward the higher ranks of the social order. This
plate, neatly engraved in square capital let- modern fairy tale could have been created only
ters, they could read by the aid of moonlight, by one who has learned from experience how
MR. BADGER stupid is the basis of the superiority that the
so-called highest classes appropriate to them-
The Mole fell backwards on the snow from selves. [From Hans Christian Andersen, Fairy
sheer surprise and delight. "Rat!" he cried in Tales, tr. Mrs. Edgar Lucas (Dutton).]
penitence, "you're a wonder! A real wonder,
that's what you are. I see it all now! You There was once a prince, and he wanted a
argued it out, step by step, in that wise head princess, but then she must be a real prin-
of yours, from the very moment that I fell and cess. He traveled right round the world to find
cut my shin, and you looked at the cut, and at one, but there was always something wrong.
once your majestic mind said to itself, 'Door- There were plenty of princesses, but whether
scraper!' And then you turned to and found they were real princesses he had great diffi-
the very door-scraper that done it! Did you culty in discovering; there was always some-
stop there? No. Some people would have been thing which was not quite right about them.
quite satisfied; but not you. Your intellect So at last he had to come home again, and he
went on working. 'Let me only just find a was very sad because he wanted a real prin-
door-mat,' says you to yourself, 'and my the- cess so badly.
ory is proved!' And of course you found your One evening there was a terrible storm; it
door-mat. You're so clever, I believe you could thundered and lightened and the rain poured
find anything you liked. 'Now,' says you, 'that down in torrents; indeed it was a fearful
door exists, as plain as if I saw it. There's night.
nothing else remains to be done but to find it!' In the middle of the storm somebody
Well, I've read about that sort of thing in knocked at the town gate, and the old king
books, but I've never come across it before in himself went to open it.
real life. You ought to go where you'll be It was a princess who stood outside, but she
properly appreciated. You're simply wasted was in a terrible state from the rain and the
here, among us fellows. If I only had your storm. The water streamed out of her hair
"
head, Ratty and her clothes, it ran in at the top of her
"But as you haven't," interrupted the Rat, shoes and out at the heel, but she said that
rather unkindly, "I suppose you're going to sit she was a real princess.
on the snow all night and talk? Get up at once "Well, we shall soon see if that is true,"
and hang on to that bell-pull you see there, thought the old queen, but she said nothing.
and ring hard, as hard as you can, while I She went into the bedroom, took all the bed-
hammer!" clothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead:
While the Rat attacked the door with his then she took twenty mattresses and piled
stick,the Mole sprang up at the bell-pull, them on the top of the pea, and then twenty
clutched it and swung there, both feet well feather beds on the top of the mattresses.
off the ground, and from quite a long way This was where the princess was to sleep that
off they could faintly hear a deep-toned bell night. In the morning they asked her how she
respond. had slept.
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"Oh, terribly badly!" said the princess. "I And weeks passed away; the peas grew
have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! yellow and the shell grew yellow. "All the
Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed world is turning yellow," thought they. But all
to be lying upon some hard thing, and my at once the pod was violently shaken, torn off
whole body is black and blue this morning. It the bough, and human hands thrust it into a
is terrible!" trousers-pocket, in company with several
They saw at once that she must be a real other peascods. "Now will all be discovered to
princess when she had felt the pea through us," said the Peas, and waited for what would
twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. come next.
Nobody but a real princess could have such a know which of us will go
"I should like to
delicate skin. farthest," said the least of the peas; "but it
So the prince took her to be his wife, for will soon be known."
now he was sure that he had found a real "Come what come may!" exclaimed the
princess, and the pea was put into the Mu- biggest.
seum, where it may still be seen if no one Crash! the pod was torn open, and all the
has stolen it. five peas rolled out into the bright sunshine;
Now this is a true story. they lay in a child's hand, a little boy held
them, and he declared they were just the
right peas for his gun, so one was forthwith
Hans Christian Andersen
put into the gun and shot off.
Five Peas in a Pod "Now I fly out into the wide world; catch
me if you can;" and he was gone.
Andersen's stories are like no others that have "I," announced the second, "shall fly
been written before or since. Five Peas in a Pod straight into the sun; it is a big peascod and
gives evidence of his originality and inventive-
the right place for me." He, too, was gone.
ness, his compassion and deep understanding. "We sleep while we move," declared the
Fortunate is the child who is introduced to the third and fourth; "but we get on all the
storiesthrough storytelling or reading aloud, for same;" and they rolled for awhile on the floor
Andersen's stories are not for the earliest fairy before they were picked up and put into
tale age. [From Hans Christian Andersen, More the gun. "Ah, we shall go farthest!"
Fairy Tales.] "Come what come may," repeated the
fifth, as he was shot into the air; and he flew
There were five peas in one pod; they were up to an
old balcony under an attic window,
green, and the pod was green, and so they flew into a crack in the wood, filled up with
believed all the world was green in fact, moss and mould. And the moss clustered over
could not be otherwise. The pod grew, and the it; there it lay hid, lost to sight, but not
peas grew; they were arranged as it suited forgotten by our Lord.
their house, they sat all in a row. The sun "Come what may," again it repeated.
shone vrithout and warmed the shell, and the Within the attic dwelt a poor woman, who
rain came down and watered it; it was pleas- went out every day to clean stoves, cut fire-
ant anc comfortable, bright by day and dark wood, and do other hard work, for she was
by nigrt all was as it should be and the strong and industrious, but very, very poor.
peas gr sw bigger and more and more medita- And at home in the little bare chamber she
tive as hey sat there with nothing to do but to left her half-grown-up only daughter, who
think. was so thin and weakly; for a whole year she
"Shall I always remain sitting here?" had kept her bed, it seemed she could neither
though one and all of the five. "Shall I not live nor die.
grow h ird with sitting too long? It appears to "She will go to her little sister," said the
me as ;hough there must be something be- poor mother. "Two children had I; that was
yond; I have a foreboding of something more more than I could provide for, so our Lord
to come ." shared them with me, and took one away for
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Himself. I would so gladly keep the one I have corolla. The poor bowed her head and
girl
left;but He will not have them separated, and softly kissed the delicate flower.This was a
she will go and join her little sister." feast day for mother and daughter. "Our Lord
But the sick girl did not go; very patient planted it Himself, and made it thrive, on
and still she lay in bed the livelong day, while purpose to give hope and pleasure to thee, my
her mother was out at work. precious child, and to me through thee." And
was springtime, and early one morning
It the happy mother smiled upon the flower, as
when the mother was just going out, the sun though it were a good angel from heaven.
shone so brightly through the little window But what became of the other peas? Why,
upon the floor of the attic, and the sick girl's the one that flew into the wide world, crying,
eyes were attracted towards the lowest pane "Catch me if you can!" fell into the gutter,
of glass. "There is something green shooting and was there picked up by a pigeon. The
up from the window-pane; it moves in the third and fourth shared the same fate; they
wind." too were eaten by pigeons, and thus were
The mother went to the window, and useful in their generation; but the second,
forced it
open. "Why, it is a little tiny pea that who aspired to fly into the sun? why, he fell
has sprouted up with its green leaves! How into the water of the gutter sour water it
could it get here in this crevice? There, now was, too and there lay for days and weeks.
you have a little garden to look at!" "I am growing charmingly fat!" quoth the
And the invalid's bed was moved nearer to Pea. "I shall tear soon, and more than I have
the window, so that she might watch the done I believe it is not possible for pea to do. I
sprouting plant while her mother was out at am the most remarkable of the five from our
work. pod." And the stagnant water was of the
"Mother, I believe I am better!" said the same mind.
girl,that evening. "The sun shone upon me so Meantime the young girl stood at the attic
warmly today, and the little pea thrives so window with beaming eyes, and the glow of
well, Ibegin to think I shall get well too, and health on her cheeks, and she folded her
get out into the sunshine." white hands over the pea-blossom, and
"Would you might!" said her mother, not thanked our Lord for it.
believing it. But she was careful to tie up the "I hold to my pea!" quoth the water in the
little plant, that had first given her child glad gutter.
thoughts of life, to a bit of wood, that it might
not be broken by the wind, and she made a
network of string in front of the window, that Hans Christian Andersen
as it grew higher it should have something to
The Steadfast Tin Soldier
cling round. And, in fact, the little plant
throve well: it grew before their eyes, day by This tale is beautifully written, but it is an excel-
day. lent example of how the plot of a literary fairy tale
"I do believe going to blossom!" said
it is is
likely to be more complicated than that of a
the poor woman one morning; and now she folktale.The action is rapid and the climax swift
really began to hope and believe that her sick and sure; and nothing could be more befitting
girl might recover; she remembered that late- such steadfastness than for the hero and heroine
ly she had talked with less languor, that not only to die together but to leave behind true
during the last few mornings she had raised representations of themselves. [From Hans Chris-
herself in bed, and had sat gazing with spar- tian Andersen, Fairy Tales, tr. Mrs. Edgar Lucas.]
kling eyes upon her little garden, with its
single plant. And the very next week the There were once five and twenty tin soldiers,
invalid sat up for more than an hour. So brothers, for they were the offspring of the
all
happily she sat in the warm sunshine; the same old tin spoon. Each man shouldered
window was open, and outside it a little white and
his gun, kept his eyes well to the front,
and red pea-blossom had unfolded its dainty wore the smartest red and blue uniform
FANTASY 973
imaginable. The first thing they heard in their wanted to join the games, but they could not
new world, when the lid was taken off the get the lid off. The nutcrackers turned somer-
box, was a little boy clapping his hands and saults, and the pencil scribbled nonsense on
crying, "Soldiers, soldiers!" It was his birth- the slate. There was such a noise that the
day and they had just been given to him; so he canary woke up and joined in, but his re-
lost no time in setting them up on the table. marks were in verse. The only two who did
All the soldiers were exactly alike with one not move were the tin soldier and the little
exception, and he differed from the rest in dancer. She stood as stiff as ever on tip-toe,
having only one leg. For he was made last, with her arms spread out: he was equally
and there was not quite enough tin left to firm on his one leg, and he did not take his
finish him. However, he stood just as well on eyes off her for a moment.
his one leg, as the others on two, in fact he is Then the clock struck twelve, when pop! up
the very one who is to become famous. On the flew the lid of the snuff box, but there was no
table where they were being set up, were snuff in it, no! There was a little black goblin,
many other toys; but the chief thing which a sort of Jack-in-the-box.
caught the eye was a delightful paper castle. "Tin soldier!" said the goblin, "have the
You could see through the tiny windows, right goodness to keep your eyes to yourself."
into the rooms. Outside there were some little But the tin soldier feigned not to hear.
trees surrounding a small mirror, represent- "Ah! you just wait till tomorrow," said the
ing a lake, whose surface reflected the waxen goblin.
swans which were swimming about on it. It In the morning when the children got up
was altogether charming, but the prettiest they put the tin soldier on the window frame,
thing of all was a little maiden standing at the and, whether it was caused by the goblin or by
open door of the castle. She, too, was cut out a puff of wind, I do not know, but all at once
of paper, but she wore a dress of the lightest the window burst open, and the soldier fell
gauze, with a dainty little blue ribbon over head foremost from the third storey.
her shoulders, by way of a scarf, set off by a It was a terrific descent, and he landed at
brilliant spangle, as big as her whole face. last, with his leg in the air, and rested on his
The little maid was stretching out both arms, cap, with his bayonet fixed between two pav-
for she was a dancer, and in the dance, one of ing stones. The maid-servant and the little
her legs was raised so high into the air that boy ran down at once to look for him; but
the tin soldier could see absolutely nothing of although they almost trod on him, they could
it, and supposed that she, like himself, had not see him. Had the soldier only called out,
but one leg. "Here I am," they would easily have found
"That would be the very wife for me!" he him, but he did not think it proper to shout
thought; "but she is much too grand; she lives when he was in uniform.
in a palace, while I only have a box, and then Presently it began to rain, and the drops
there a "e five and twenty of us to share it. No, fell faster and faster, till was a regular
there
that would be no place for her! but I must try torrent. When it was over two street boys
to make her acquaintance!" Then he lay came along.
down full length behind a snuff box, which "Look out!" said one; "there is a tin soldier!
stood on the table. From that point he could He shall go for a sail."
have a good look at the little lady, who contin- So they made a boat out of a newspaper
ued to stand on one leg without losing her and put the soldier into the middle of it, and
balance. he sailed away down the gutter; both boys ran
Late in the evening the other soldiers were alongside clapping their hands. Good heav-
put inti their box, and the people of the house
>
ens what waves there were in the gutter, and
!
went t( bed. Now was the time for the toys to what a current, but then it certainly had
play; t icy amused themselves with paying rained cats and dogs. The paper boat danced
visits, ighting battles, and giving balls. The up and down, and now and then whirled
tin sole iers rustled about in the box, for they round and round. A shudder ran through the
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tin soldier, but he remained undaunted, and Oh! how dark it was inside the fish, it was
did not move a muscle, only looked straight worse than being in the tunnel even; and then
before him with his gun shouldered. All at it was so narrow! But the tin soldier was as
once the boat drifted under a long wooden dauntless as ever, and lay full length, shoul-
tunnel, and it became as dark as it was in his dering his gun.
box. The rushed about and made the most
fish
"Where on earth am I going to now!" frantic movements. At last it became quite
thought he. "Well, well, it is all the fault of quiet, and after a time, a flash like lightning
that goblin! Oh, if only the little maiden were pierced it. The soldier was once more in the
with me in the boat it might be twice as dark broad daylight, and someone called out loud-
for all I should care!" ly, "a tin soldier!" The fish had been caught,
At this moment a big water rat, who lived taken to market, sold, and brought into the
came up.
in the tunnel, kitchen, where the cook cut it open with a
"Have you a pass?" asked the rat. "Hand large knife. She took the soldier up by the
up your pass!" waist, with two fingers, and carried him into
The tin soldier did not speak, but clung still the parlor, where everyone wanted to see the
tighter to his gun. The boat rushed on, the rat wonderful man, who had traveled about in
close behind. Phew, how he gnashed his teeth the stomach of a fish; but the tin soldier was
and shouted to the bits of stick and straw. not at all proud. They set him up on the table,
"Stop him, stop him, he hasn't paid his toll! and, wonder of wonders! he found himself in
he hasn't shown his pass!" the very same room that he had been in
But the current grew stronger and strong- before. He saw the very same children, and
er, the tin soldier could already see daylight the toys were still standing on the table, as
before him at the end of the tunnel; but he well as the beautiful castle with the pretty
also heard a roaring sound, fit to strike terror dancer.
little
to the bravest heart. Just imagine! Where the She still stood on one leg, and held the
tunnel ended the stream rushed straight into other up in the air. You see she also was
the big canal. That would be just as danger- unbending. The soldier was so much moved
ous for him as it would be for us to shoot a that he was ready to shed tears of tin, but that
great rapid. would not have been fitting. He looked at her,
He was so near the end now that it was and she looked at him, but they said never a
impossible to stop. The boat dashed out; the word. At this moment one of the little boys
poor tin soldier held himself as stiff as he took up the tin soldier, and without rhyme or
could; no one should say of him that he even reason, threw him into the fire. No doubt the
winced. little goblin in the snuff box was to blame for
The boat swirled round three or four times, that. The tin soldier stood there, lighted up by
and filled with water to the edge; it must sink. the flame, and in the most horrible heat; but
The tin soldier stood up to his neck in water, whether it was the heat of the real fire, or the
and the boat sank deeper and deeper. The warmth of his feelings, he did not know. He
paper became limper and limper, and at last had lost all his gay color; it might have been
the water went over his head then he from his perilous journey, or it might have
thought of the pretty little dancer, whom he been from grief, who can tell?
was never to see again, and this refrain rang He looked at the little maiden, and she
in his ears: looked at him; and he felt that he was melting
By this time the soldier was reduced to a hundred blazing lamps. You will see three
mere lump, and when the maid took away the doors which you can open, for the keys are
ashes next morning she found him, in the there. If you go into the first room you will see
shape of a small tin heart. All that was left of a big box in the middle of the floor. A dog is
the dancer was her spangle, and that was sitting on the top of it, and he has eyes as big
burnt as black as a coal. as saucers, but you needn't mind that. I will
give you my blue-checked apron, which you
can spread out on the floor; then go quickly
Hans Christian Andersen
forward, take up the dog and put him on my
The Tinder Box apron, open the box and take out as much
money as ever you like. It is all copper, but if
Andersen is retelling in The Tinder Box the folk- you like silver better, go into the next room.
tale The Blue Light. A comparison of the two There you will find a dog with eyes as big as
makes an interesting study, for they differ in millstones; but never mind that, put him on
many details. Andersen's tale is much more vivid my apron and take the money. If you prefer
and exciting and not always quite so ethical. Note gold you can have it too, and as much as
how the reader is plunged at once into the story you can carry, if you go into the third room.
by the very first sentence and how at the end But the dog sitting on that box has eyes
Andersen puts in an unexpected touch of real- each as big as the Round Tower. He is a
ism "The boys all put their fingers in their dog, indeed, as you may imagine! But don't
mouths and whistled" so as to leave the whole let it trouble you; you only have to put him
story on the level of possibility. [From Hans Chris- on to my apron and then he won't hurt you,
tian Andersen, Fairy Tales, tr. Mrs. Edgar Lucas.] and you can take as much gold out of the
box as you like!"
A soldier came marching along the high road. "That's not so bad!" said the soldier. "But
One, two! One, two! He had his knapsack on what am I to give you, old witch? For you'll
his back and his sword at his side, for he had want something, I'll be bound."
been to the wars and he was on his way home "No," said the witch, "not a single penny
now. He met an old witch on the road; she do I want; I only want you to bring me an old
was so ugly, her lower lip hung right down on tinder box that my grandmother forgot the
to her chin. last time she was down there!"
She said, "Good evening, soldier! What a "Well! tie the rope round my waist!" said
nice sword you've got, and such a big knap- the soldier.
sack; you are a real soldier! You shall have as "Here it is," said the witch, "and here is my
much money as ever you like!" blue-checked apron."
"Thank you kindly, you old witch!" said the Then the soldier climbed up the tree, let
soldiei . himself slide down the hollow trunk, and
"Do you see that big tree!" said the witch, found himself, as the witch had said, in the
pointing to a tree close by. "It is hollow inside ! wide passage where the many hundred lamps
Climb up to the top and you will see a hole were burning.
into which you can let yourself down, right Now he opened the first door. Ugh! There
down under the tree! I will tie a rope round sat the dog with eyes as big as saucers staring
your waist so that I can haul you up again at him.
when you call!" "You are a nice fellow!" said the soldier, as
"Wl at am I to do down under the tree?" he put him on to the witch's apron, and took
asked the soldier. out as many pennies as he could cram into his
"Fe ch money!" said the witch. "You must pockets. Then he shut the box, and put the
know hat when you get down to the bottom of dog on the top of it again, and went into the
the tr< e you will find yourself in a wide pas- next room. Hallo! there sat the dog with eyes
sage; t's quite light there, for there are over a as big as millstones.
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"You shouldn't stare at me so hard; you cause he was a rich man now that he had so
might get a pain in your eyes!" Then he put much money.
the dog on the apron, but when he saw all the Certainly the servant who had to clean
silver in the box he threw away all the cop- his boots thought they were very funny old
pers and stuffed his pockets and his knapsack things for such a rich gentleman, but he had
with silver. Then he went on into the third not had time yet to buy any new ones; the
room. Oh! how horrible! that dog really had next day he bought new boots and fine
two eyes as big as the Round Tower, and they clothes. The soldier now became a fine
rolled round and round like wheels. gentleman, and the people told him all about
"Good evening!" said the soldier, saluting, the grand things in the town, and about their
for he had never seen such a dog in his life; king, and what a lovely princess his daughter
but after looking at him for a bit he thought was.
"that will do," and then he lifted him down on "Where is she to be seen?" asked the sol-
to the apron and opened the chest. Preserve dier.
us! What a lot of gold! He could buy the whole "You can't see her at all!" they all said;
of Copenhagen with it, and all the sugar pigs "she li ves in a great copper castle surrounded
from the cake- women, all the tin soldiers, with walls and towers. Nobody but the king
whips and rocking-horses in the world! That dare go in and out, for it has been prophesied
was money indeed! Now the soldier threw that she will marry a common soldier, and the
away all the silver he had filled his pockets king doesn't like that!"
and his knapsack with, and put gold in its "I should like to see her well enough!"
place. Yes, he crammed all his pockets, his thought the soldier. But there was no way of
knapsack, his cap and his boots so full that he getting leave for that.
could hardly walk! Now, he really had got a He now led a very merry life; went to
lot of money. He put the dog back on to the theatres, drove about in the King's Park, and
box, shut the door, and shouted up through gave away a lot of money to poor people,
the tree, "Haul me up, you old witch!" which was very nice of him; for he remem-
"Have you got the tinder box?" bered how disagreeable it used to be not to
"Oh! to be sure!" said the soldier. "I had have a penny in his pocket. Now he was rich,
quite forgotten it." And he went back to wore fine clothes, and had a great many
fetch it. The witch hauled him up, and there friends who all said what a nice fellow he
he was standing on the high road again with was a thorough gentleman and he liked
his pockets, boots, knapsack and cap full of to be told that.
gold. But as he went on spending money every
"What do you want the tinder box for?" day and his store was never renewed, he at
asked the soldier. last found himself with only two pence left.
"That's no business of yours," said the Then he was obliged to move out of his fine
witch. "You've got the money; give me the rooms. He had to take a tiny little attic up
tinder box!" under the roof, clean his own boots, and mend
"Rubbish!" said the soldier. "Tell me di- them himself with a darning needle. None of
rectly what you want with it, or I will draw his friends went to see him, because there
my sword and cut off your head." were far too many stairs.
"I won't!" said the witch. One dark evening when he had not even
Then the soldier cut off her head; there she enough money to buy a candle with, he sud-
lay!But he tied all the money up in her apron, denly remembered that there was a little bit
slung it on his back like a pack, put the tinder had brought out of the
in the old tinder box he
box in his pocket, and marched off to the hollow tree, the witch helped him
when
town. down. He got out the tinder box with the
It was a beautiful town, and he went candle end in it and struck fire, but as the
straight to the finest hotel, ordered the grand- sparks flew out from the flint the door burst
est room and all the food he liked best, be- open and the dog with eyes as big as saucers,
FANTASY 977
which he had seen down under the tree, stood The soldier longed so intensely to see the
before him and said, "What does my lord princess again that at night the dog came to
command?" fetch her. He took her up and ran off with her
"By heaven!" said the soldier, "this is a as fast as he could, but the old lady-in-waiting
nice kind of tinder box, if I can get whatever I put on her galoshes and ran just as fast
want like this! Get me some money," he said behind them; when she saw that they disap-
to the dog, and away it went. peared into a large house, she thought now I
It was back in a twinkling with a big bag know where it is, and made a big cross with
full of pennies in its mouth. chalk on the gate. Then she went home and
Now the soldier saw what a treasure he lay down, and presently the dog came back,
had in the tinder box. If he struck once, the too, with the princess. When he saw that
dog which sat on the box of copper came; if he there was a cross on the gate, he took a bit of
struck twice, the dog on the silver box came, chalk, too, and made crosses on all the gates
and if he struck three times, the one from the in the town; now this was very clever of him,
box of gold. for the lady-in-waiting could not possibly find
He now moved down grand rooms
to the the gate when there were crosses on all the
and got and then all his
his fine clothes again, gates.
friends knew him once more and liked him as Early next morning the king, the queen,
much as ever. the lady-in-waiting, and all the court offi-
Then suddenly he began to think: After all cials went to see where the princess had
it's a curious thing that noman can get a been.
sight of the princess! Everyone says she is so "There it is," said the king, when he saw
beautiful! But what is the good of that, when the first door with the cross on it.
she always has to be shut up in that big "No, my dear husband, it is there," said the
copper palace with all the towers. Can I not queen, who saw another door with a cross on
somehow manage to see her? Where is my it.
tinder box? Then he struck the flint, and, "But there is one, and there is another!"
whisk, came the dog with eyes as big as they all cried out.
saucers. They soon saw that it was hopeless to try
"It certainly is the middle of the night," and find it.
said the soldier, "but I am very anxious to see Now was a very clever woman;
the queen
the princess, if only for a single moment." she knew more than how to drive in a chariot.
The dog was out of the door in an instant, She took her big gold scissors and cut up a
and before the soldier had time to think about large piece of silk into small pieces, and made
it,he was back again with the princess. There a pretty little bag, which she filled with fine
she was fast asleep on the dog's back, and she grains of buckwheat. She then tied it on to the
was so lovely that anybody could see that she back of the princess, and when that was done
must be a real princess! The soldier could not she cut a little hole in the bag, so that the
help it, but he was obliged to kiss her, for he grains could drop out all the way wherever
was a true soldier. the princess went.
Then the dog ran back again with the At night the dog came again, took the
princess, but in the morning when the king princess on his back, and ran off with her to
and queen were having breakfast, the prin- the soldier, who was so fond of her that he
cess s dd that she had had such a wonderful longed to be a prince, so that he might have
dream about a dog and a soldier. She had her for his wife.
ridder on the dog's back, and the soldier had The dog never noticed how the grain
kissed her. dropped out all along the road from the palace
"That's a pretty tale," said the queen. to the soldier's window, where he ran up the
Aft< r this an old lady-in-waiting had to sit wall with the princess.
by hei bed at night to see if this was really a In the morning the king and the queen
dream or what it could be.
,
easily saw where their daughter had been,
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and they seized the soldier and threw him into "I won't!" cried the king, but the biggest
the dungeons. dog took both him and the queen and threw
There he lay! Oh, how dark and tiresome it them after all the others. Then the soldiers
was, and then one day they said to him, became alarmed, and the people shouted,
"Tomorrow you are to be hanged." It was not "Oh, good soldier, you shall be our king and
amusing to be told that, especially as he had marry the beautiful princess!"
left his tinder box behind him at the hotel. Then they conducted the soldier to the
In the morning he could see through the king's chariot, and all three dogs danced
bars in the little window that the people were along in front of him and shouted "Hurrah!"
hurrying out of the town to see him hanged. The boys all put their fingers in their mouths
He heard the drums and saw the soldiers and whistled, and the soldiers presented
marching along. All the world was going; arms. The princess came out of the copper
among them was a shoemaker's boy in his palace and became queen, which pleased her
leather apron and slippers. He was in such a very much. The wedding took place in a
hurry that he lost one of his slippers, and it week, and the dogs all had seats at the table,
fell close under the soldier's window where he where they sat staring with all their eyes.
was peeping out through the bars.
"I say, you boy! Don't be in such a hurry,"
said the soldier to him. "Nothing will happen Hans Christian Andersen
till I get there But if you will run to the house
!
The Nightingale
where I used to live, and fetch me my tinder
box, you shall have a penny! You must put A great underlying truth is inherent in this poign-
your best foot foremost!" ant story of the emperor's nightingale written in
The boy was only too glad to have the beautifully balanced prose, exquisite in its im-
penny, and tore off to get the tinder box, gave agery. Here
is
enduring testimony to Andersen's
it and yes, now we shall hear.
to the soldier, particulargenuis for blending truth and art.
Outside the town a high scaffold had been [From Hans Christian Andersen, Fairy Tales, tr.
raised, and the soldiers were drawn up round Mrs. Edgar Lucas.]
about it, as well as crowds of the townspeo-
ple. The king and the queen sat upon a beau- In China, as you know, the emperor is a
tiful throne exactly opposite the judge and all Chinaman, and all the people around him are
the councillors. Chinamen too. It is many years since the
The soldier mounted the ladder, but when story I am going to tell you happened, but that
they were about to put the rope round his is all the more reason for telling it, lest it
neck, he said that before undergoing his pun- should be forgotten. The emperor's palace
ishment a criminal was always allowed the was the most beautiful thing in the world; it
gratification of a harmless wish, and he was made entirely of the finest porcelain,
wanted very much to smoke a pipe, as it very costly, but at the same time so fragile
would be his last pipe in this world. that it could only be touched with the very
The king would not deny him this, so the greatest care. There were the most extraordi-
soldier took out his tinder box and struck fire, nary flowers to be seen in the garden; the
once, twice, three times, and there were all most beautiful ones had little silver bells tied
the dogs. The one with eyes like saucers, the to them, which tinkled perpetually, so that
one with eyes like millstones, and the one one should not pass the flowers without look-
whose eyes were as big as the Round Tower. ing at them. Every little detail in the garden
"Help me! Save me from being hanged!" had been most carefully thought out, and it
cried the soldier. was so big, that even the gardener himself did
And then the dogs rushed at the soldiers not know where it ended. If one went on
and the councillors; they took one by the legs, walking, one came to beautiful woods with
and another by the nose, and threw them up lofty trees and deep lakes. The woods extend-
many fathoms into the air; and when they fell ed to the sea, which was deep and blue, deep
down, they were broken all to pieces. enough for large ships to sail up right under
FANTASY 979
the branches of the trees. Among these trees world knows what I am possessed of, and I
lived a nightingale, which sang so delicious- know nothing about it!"
ly, that even the poor fisherman who had "I have never heard it mentioned before,"
plenty of other things to do, lay still to listen to said the gentleman-in-waiting. "I will seek
it, when he wasout at night drawing in his it, and I will find it!" But where was it to
nets. "Heavens, how beautiful it is!" he said, be found? The gentleman-in-waiting ran
but then he had to attend to his business and upstairs and downstairs and in and out of
forgot it. The next night when he heard it all the rooms and corridors. No one of all
again he would again exclaim, "Heavens, those he met had ever heard anything about
how beautiful it is!" the nightingale; so the gentleman-in-wait-
Travelers came to the emperor's capitol, ing ran back to the emperor, and said that
from every country in the world; they ad- it must be a myth, invented by the writers
mired everything very much, especially the of the books. "Your imperial majesty must
palace and the gardens, but when they heard not believe everything that is written;
the nightingale they all said, "This is better books are often mere inventions, even if
than anything!" they do not belong to what we call the black
When they got home they described it, and art!"
the learned ones wrote many books about the "But the book in which I read it is sent to
town, the palace and the garden, but nobody me by the powerful Emperor of Japan, so it
forgot the nightingale, it was always put can't be untrue. I will hear this nightingale, I
above everything else. Those among them insist upon its being here tonight. I extend my
who were poets wrote the most beautiful most gracious protection to it, and if it is not
poems, all about the nightingale in the woods forthcoming, I will have the whole court
by the deep blue sea. These books went all trampled upon after supper!"
over the world, and in course of time, some of "Tsing-pe!" said the gentleman-in-waiting,
them reached the emperor. He sat in his and away he ran again, up and down all the
golden chair reading and reading, and nod- stairs, in and out of all the rooms and corri-
ding his head well pleased to hear such beau- dors; half the court ran with him, for they
tiful descriptions of the town, the palace and none of them wished to be trampled on. There
the garden. "But the nightingale is the best of was much questioning about this nightin-
all," he read. gale, which was known to all the outside
"What is this?" said the emperor. "The world, but to no one at court. At last they
nightingale? Why, I know nothing about it. Is found a poor little maid in the kitchen. She
there such a bird in my kingdom, and in my said, "Oh heavens, the nightingale? I know it
own garden into the bargain, and I have very well. Yes, indeed it can sing. Every
never heard of it? Imagine my having to evening I am allowed to take broken meat to
discover this from a book!" my poor sick mother: she lives down by the
The i he
called his gentleman-in-waiting, shore. On my way back when I am tired, I
who was so grand that when anyone of a rest awhile in the wood, and then I hear
lower :ank dared to speak to him, or to ask the nightingale. Its song brings the tears in-
him a question, he would only answer "P," to my eyes, I feel as if my mother were kissing
which means nothing at all. me!"
"Th ?resaid to be a very wonderful bird
is "Little kitchen-maid," said the gentle-
called a nightingale here," said the emperor. man-in-waiting, "I will procure you a perma-
"They say that it is better than anything else nent position in the kitchen and permission
in all ny great kingdom! Why have I never to see the emperor dining, if you will take us
been t >ld anything about it?" to the nightingale. It is commanded to appear
h ive never heard it mentioned," said the
"I at court tonight."
gentle nan-in-waiting. "It has never been Then they all went out into the wood where
presented at court." the nightingale usually sang. Half the court
"I v ish it to appear here this evening to was there. As they were going along at then-
sing t( me," said the emperor. "The whole best pace a cow began to bellow.
980 THE STORIED WORLD
"O!" said a young courtier, "there we have room where the emperor sat a golden rod had
it. What wonderful power for such a little been fixed, on which the nightingale was to
creature; I have certainly heard it before." perch. The whole court was assembled, and
"No, those are the cows bellowing, we are a the little kitchen-maid had been permitted to
long way yet from the place." Then the frogs stand behind the door, as she now had the
began to croak in the marsh. actual title of cook. They were all dressed in
"Beautiful!" said the Chinese chaplain, "it their best, everybody's eyes were turned to-
is just like the tinkling of church bells." wards the little gray bird at which the emper-
"No, those are the frogs!" said the little or was nodding. The nightingale sang de-
kitchen-maid. "But I think we shall soon hear lightfully, and the tears came into the emper-
it now!" or's eyes, nay, they rolled down his cheeks,
Thenthe nightingale began to sing. and then the nightingale sang more beauti-
"Thereit is!" said the little girl. "Listen, fully than ever, its notes touched all hearts.
listen, there it sits!" and she pointed to a little The emperor was charmed, and said the
gray bird up among the branches. nightingale should have his gold slipper to
"Is it possible?" said the gentleman-in- wear round its neck. But the nightingale de-
waiting. "I should never have thought it was clined with thanks, it had already been suffi-
like that. How common it looks. Seeing so ciently rewarded.
many grand people must have frightened all "I have seen tears in the eyes of the emper-
its colors away." or, that is my richest reward. The tears of an
nightingale!" called the kitchen-
"Little emperor have a wonderful power! God knows
maid quite loud, "our gracious emperor wish- I am sufficiently recompensed!" and then it
es you to sing to him!" again burst into its sweet heavenly song.
"With the greatest pleasure!" said the "That is the most delightful coquetting I
nightingale, warbling away in the most de- have ever seen!" said the ladies, and they
lightful fashion. took some water into their mouths to try and
"It is just like crystal bells," said the make the same gurgling when anyone spoke
gentleman-in-waiting. "Look at its little to them, thinking so to equal the nightingale.
throat, how active it is. It is
extraordinary Even the lackeys and the chambermaids an-
that we have never heard it before! I am sure nounced that they were satisfied, and that is
it will be a great success at court!" saying a great deal, they are always the most
"Shall I sing again to the emperor?" said difficultpeople to please. Yes, indeed, the
the nightingale, who thought he was present. nightingale had made a sensation. It was to
"My precious little nightingale," said the stay at court now, and to have its own cage,
gentleman-in-waiting, "I have the honor to as well as liberty to walk out twice a day, and
command your attendance at a court festival once in the night. It always had twelve foot-
tonight, where you will charm his gracious men with each one holding a ribbon which
majesty the emperor with your fascinating was tied round its leg. There was not much
singing." pleasure in an outing of that sort.
"It sounds best among the trees," said the The whole town talked about the marvel-
nightingale, but it went with them willingly ous bird, and if two people met, one said to the
when it heard that the emperor wished it. other "Night," and the other answered
The palace had been brightened up for the "Gale," and then they sighed, perfectly un-
occasion. The walls and the floors which were derstanding each other. Eleven cheese-
all of china shone by the light of many thou- mongers' children were called after it, but
sand golden lamps. The most beautiful flow- they had not got a voice among them.
ers, all of the tinkling kind, were arranged in One day a large parcel came for the emper-
the corridors; there was hurrying to and fro, or, outside was written the word "Nightin-
and a great draught, but this was just what gale."
made the bells ring, one's ears were full of the "Here we have another new book about
tinkling. In the middle of the large reception emperor. But it
this celebrated bird," said the
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was no book; it was a little work of art in a "Because you see, my ladies and gentle-
box, an artificial nightingale, exactly like the men, and the emperor before all, in the real
living one, but it was studded all over with nightingale you never know what you will
diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. hear, but in the artificial one everything is
When the bird was wound up, it could sing decided beforehand! So it is, and so it must
one of the songs the real one sang, and it remain, it can't be otherwise. You can ac-
wagged which glittered with silver and
its tail count for things, you can open it and show the
gold. A was tied round its neck on
ribbon human ingenuity in arranging the waltzes,
which was written, "The Emperor of Japan's how they go, and how one note follows upon
nightingale is very poor, compared to the another!"
Emperor of China's." "Those are exactly my opinions," they all
Everybody said, "Oh, how beautiful!" And said, and the music master got leave to show
the person who brought the artificial bird the bird to the public next Sunday. They were
immediately received the title of Imperial also to hear it sing, said the emperor. So they
Nightingale-Carrier in Chief. heard it, and all became as enthusiastic over
"Now, they must sing together; what a it, as if they had drunk themselves merry on
duet that will be." tea, because that is a thoroughly Chinese
Then they had to sing together, but they did habit.
not get on very well, for the real nightingale Then they all said "Oh," and stuck their
sang in its own way, and the artificial one forefingers in the air and nodded their heads;
could only sing waltzes. but the poor fisherman who had heard the
"There is no fault in that," said the music real nightingale said, "It sounds very nice,
master; "it is perfectly in time and correct in and it is very like the real one, but there is
every way!" something wanting, we don't know what."
Then the artificial bird had to sing alone. It The real nightingale was banished from the
was just as great a success as the real one, kingdom.
and then it was so much prettier to look at, it The artificial bird had its place on a silken
and breast-pins.
glittered like bracelets cushion, close to the emperor's bed: all the
It sang the same tune three and thirty presents it had received of gold and precious
times over, and yet it was not tired; people jewels were scattered round it. Its title had
would willingly have heard it from the begin- risen to be "Chief Imperial Singer of the
"
ning again, but the emperor said that the real Bed-Chamber, in rank number one, on the
one must have a turn now but where was left side; for the emperor reckoned that side
it? No one had noticed that it had flown out of the important one, where the heart was seat-
the open window, back to its own green ed. And even an emperor's heart is on the left
woods. side. The music master wrote five and twenty
"But what is the meaning of this?" said the volumes about the artificial bird; the treatise
empercr. was very long, and written in all the most
All the courtiers railed at it, and said it was difficult Chinese characters. Everybody said
a most ungrateful bird. they had read and understood it, for otherwise
"We have got the best bird though," said they would have been reckoned stupid and
they, and then the artificial bird had to sing then their bodies would have been trampled
again, and this was the thirty-fourth time upon.
that they heard the same tune, but they did Things went on in this way for a whole
not kn >w it thoroughly even yet, because it year.The emperor, the court, and all the other
was so difficult. Chinamen knew every little gurgle in the
The nusic master praised the bird tremen- song of the artificial bird by heart; but they
dously, and insisted that it was much better liked it all the better for this, and they could
than tl e real nightingale, not only as regard- all join in the song themselves. Even the
ed the mtside with all the diamonds, but the street boys sang "zizizi" and "cluck, cluck,
inside ;
oo. cluck," and the emperor sang it too.
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But one evening when the bird was singing curious faces, some were hideous, others gen-
its best, and the emperor was lying in bed tle and pleasant. They were all the emperor's
listening to it, something gave way inside the good and bad deeds, which now looked him in
bird with a "whizz." Then a spring burst, the face when Death was weighing him
"whirr" went the wheels and the music
all down.
stopped. The emperor jumped out of bed and "Do you remember that?" whispered one
sent for his private physicians, but what good after the other. "Do you remember this?" and
could they do? Then they sent for the watch- they told him so many things, that the perspi-
maker, and after a good deal of talk and ration poured down his face.
examination, he got the works to go again never knew that," said the emperor.
"I
somehow; but he said it would have to be "Music, music, sound the great Chinese
saved as much as possible, because it was drums!" he cried, "that I may not hear what
so worn out, and he could not renew the they are saying." But they went on and on,
works so as to be sure of the tune. This was and Death sat nodding his head, just like a
a great blow! They only dared to let the arti- Chinaman, at everything that was said.
ficial bird sing once a year, and hardly that; "Music, music!" shrieked the emperor.
but then the music master made a little "You precious little golden bird, sing, sing! I
speech using all the most difficult words. He have loaded you with precious stones, and
said it was just as good as ever, and his say- even hung my own golden slipper round your
ing it made it so. neck, sing, I tell you, sing!"
Five years now passed, and then a great But the bird stood silent, there was nobody
grief came upon the nation, for they were all to wind it up, so of course it could not go.
very fond of their emperor, and he was ill and Death continued to fix the great empty sock-
could not li ve, it was said. A new emperor was ets of its eyes upon him, and all was silent, so
already chosen, and people stood about in the terribly silent.
street, and asked the gentleman-in-waiting Suddenly, close to the window, there was
how emperor was going on.
their a burst of lovely song: it was the living
"P," answered he, shaking his head. nightingale, perched on a branch outside.
The emperor lay pale and cold in his gor- It had heard of the emperor's need, and had
geous bed, the courtiers thought he was dead, come to bring comfort and hope to him. As
and they all went off to pay their respects to it sang the faces round became fainter and
their new emperor. The lackeys ran off to talk fainter, and the blood coursed with fresh
matters over, and the chambermaids gave a vigour in the emperor's veins and through
great coffee party. Cloth had been laid down his feeble limbs. Even Death himself lis-
in all the rooms and corridors so as to deaden tened to the song and said, "Go on, little
the sound of footsteps, so it was very, very nightingale, go on!"
quiet. But the emperor was not dead yet. He "Yes, you give me the gorgeous golden
if
lay stiff and pale in the gorgeous bed with its sword; yes, if you give me the imperial ban-
velvet hangings and heavy golden tassels. ner; yes, if you give me the emperor's crown."
There was an open window high above him, And Death gave back each of these treas-
and the moon streamed in upon the emperor, ures for a song, and the nightingale went on
and the artificial bird beside him. singing. It sang about the quiet churchyard,
The poor emperor could hardly breathe, he when the roses bloom, where the elder flower
seemed to have a weight on his chest, he scents the air, and where the fresh grass is
opened his eyes and then he saw that it was ever moistened anew by the tears of the
Death sitting upon his chest, wearing his mourner. This song brought to Death a long-
golden crown. In one hand he held the emper- ing for his own garden, and like a cold gray
or's golden sword, and in the other his imperi- mist, he passed out of the window.
al banner. Round about, from among the "Thanks, thanks!" said the emperor; "you
folds of the velvet hangings peered many heavenly little bird, I know you! I banished
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quantity of the finest silk and the purest gold old minister paid great attention to what they
thread, all of which they put into their own said, so as to be able to repeat it when he got
bags while they worked away at the empty home to the emperor.
looms far into the night. Then the swindlers went on to demand
"I should like to know how those weavers more money, more silk,and more gold, to
are getting on with the stuff," thought the be able proceed with the weaving; but
to
emperor; but he felt a little queer when he they put into their own pockets
it all not a
reflected thatanyone who was stupid or unfit single strand was ever put into the loom,
for his post would not be able to see it. He but they went on as before weaving at the
certainly thought that he need have no fears empty loom.
for himself, but still he thought he would The emperor soon sent another faithful
send somebody else first to see how it was official to see how the stuff was getting on,
getting on. Everybody in the town knew what and if it would soon be ready. The same thing
wonderful power the stuff possessed, and happened to him as to the minister; he looked
everyone was anxious to see how stupid his and looked, but as there was only the empty
neighbor was. loom, he could see nothing at all.
"I will send my faithful old minister to the "Is not this a beautiful piece of stuff?" said
weavers," thought the emperor. "He will be both the swindlers, showing and explaining
best able to see how the stuff looks, for he is a the beautiful pattern and colors which were
clever man and no one fulfills his duties not there to be seen.
better than he does!" "I know I am not a fool!" thought the man,
So the good old minister went into the room "so it must be that I am unfit for my good
where the two swindlers sat working at the post! It is very strange though! however one
empty loom. must not let it appear!" So he praised the
"Heaven preserve us!" thought the old stuff he did not see, and assured them of his
minister, opening his eyes very wide. "Why, I delight in the beautiful colors and the origi-
can't see a thing!" But he took care not to say nality of the design. "It is absolutely charm-
so. ing!" he said to the emperor. Everybody in the
Both the swindlers begged him to be good town was talking about this splendid stuff.
enough to step a little nearer, and asked if he Now the emperor thought he would like to
did not think it a good pattern and beautiful see it while it was still on the loom. So,
coloring. They pointed to the empty loom, and accompanied by a number of selected courti-
the poor old minister stared as hard as he ers, among whom were the two faithful offi-
could but he could not see anything, for of cials who had already seen the imaginary
course there was nothing to see. stuff, he went to visit the crafty impostors,
"Good Heavens!" thought he, "is it possible who were working away as hard as ever they
that I am a fool? I have never thought so and could at the empty loom.
nobody must know it. Am I not fit for my post? "It is magnificent!" said both the honest
It will never do to say that I cannot see the officials. "Only see, Your Majesty, what a
stuffs." design! What colors!" And they pointed to the
"Well, sir, you don't say anything about the empty loom, for they thought no doubt the
stuff," said the one who was pretending to others could see the stuff.
weave. "What!" thought the emperor; "I see noth-
"Oh, it is beautiful! quite charming!" said
ing at all! This is terrible! Am I a fool? Am I
the old minister looking through his specta- not fit to be emperor? Why, nothing worse
cles; "this pattern and these colors! I will could happen to me!"
certainly tell the emperor that the stuff pleas- "Oh, it is beautiful!" said the emperor. "It
es me
very much." has my highest approval!" and he nodded his
"We
are delighted to hear you say so," said satisfaction as he gazed at the empty loom.
the swindlers, and then they named all the Nothing would induce him to say that he
colors and described the peculiar pattern. The could not see anything.
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The whole suite gazed and gazed, but saw "The canopy is waiting outside which is to
nothing more than all the others. However, be carried over Your Majesty in the proces-
they all exclaimed with His Majesty, "It is sion," said the master of ceremonies.
very beautiful!" and they advised him to wear "Well, I am quite ready," said the emperor.
a suit made of this wonderful cloth on the "Don't the clothes fit well?" and then he
occasion of a great procession which was just turned round again in front of the mirror, so
about to take place. "It is magnificent! gor- that he should seem to be looking at his grand
geous! went from mouth to
excellent!" things.
mouth; they were all equally delighted with The chamberlains who were to carry the
it. The emperor gave each of the rogues an train stooped and pretended to lift it from the
order of knighthood to be worn in their but- ground with both hands, and they walked
tonholes and the title of "Gentlemen Weav- along with their hands in the air. They dared
ers." not let it appear that they could not see any-
The swindlers sat up the whole night, be- thing.
fore the day on which the procession was to Then the emperor walked along in the pro-
take place, burning sixteen candles; so that cession under the gorgeous canopy, and
people might see how anxious they were to everybody in the streets and at the windows
get the emperor's new clothes ready. They exclaimed, "How beautiful the emperor's
pretended to take the stuff off the loom. They new clothes are! What a splendid train! And
cut it out in the air with a huge pair of they fit to perfection!" Nobody would let it
scissors, and they stitched away with nee- appear that he could see nothing, for then he
dles without any thread in them. At last they would not be fit for his post, or else he was a
said: "Now the emperor's new clothes are fool.
ready!" None of the emperor's clothes had been so
The emperor, with his grandest courtiers, successful before.
went to them himself, and both the swindlers "But he has got nothing on," said a little
raised one arm in the air, as if they were child.
holding something, and said: "See, these are "Oh, listen to the innocent," said its father;
the trousers, this is the coat, here is the and one person whispered to the other what
mantle!" and so on. "It is as light as a spider's the child had said. "He has nothing on; a
web. One might think one had nothing on, but child says he has nothing on!"
that is the very beauty of it!" "But he has nothing on!" at last cried all
"Yes!" said all the courtiers, but they the people.
could not see anything, for there was nothing The emperor writhed, for he knew it was
to see. he thought "The procession must go
true, but
"Will Your Imperial Majesty be graciously on now," so held himself stiffer than ever,
pleae;ed to take off your clothes," said the and the chamberlains held up the invisible
impostors, "so that we may put on the new train.
ones, along here before the great mirror."
The emperor took off all his clothes, and
the i mpostors pretended to give him one arti-
Hans Christian Andersen
cle cf dress after the other, of the new ones
The Ugly Duckling
which they had pretended to make. They
pretended to fasten something round his This tale is one of Andersen's best; it really
waist and to tie on something; this was the pictures, in a symbolic way, Andersen's own
trair and the emperor turned round and
, experiences and his life in general. Andersen
roun d in front of the mirror. always felt himself a genius; and when he tried
"How well His Majesty looks in the new dancing, singing, playwriting, and acting for a
clotles! How becoming they are!" cried all living, and was a failure in all, he blamed society
the people round. "What a design, and what and not his own lack of ability. According to some
colo] s! They are most gorgeous robes!" biographers, he never was fully reconciled to
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having become a swan through his fairy tales; but got up. "No! I declare I have not got you all
since they did bring him honor and the recogni- yet! The biggest egg is still there; how long is
tion his nature longed for, he accepted a story- it going to last?" and then she settled herself
teller's fame and made the most of it. [From Hans on the nest again.
Christian Andersen, Fairy Tales, tr. Mrs. Edgar "Well, how are you getting on?" said an old
Lucas.] duck who had come to pay her a visit.
"This one egg is taking such a long time,"
The country was lovely just then; it was answered the sitting duck, "the shell will not
summer. The wheat was golden and the oats crack; but now you must look at the others;
still green; the hay was stacked in the rich they are the finest ducklings I have ever seen!
low-lying meadows, where the stork was they are allexactly like their father, the ras-
marching about on his long red legs, chatter- cal! he never comes to see me."
ing Egyptian, the language his mother had "Let me look at the egg which won't
taught him. crack," said the old duck. "You may be sure
Roundabout field and meadow lay great that it is a turkey's egg! I have been cheated
woods in the midst of which were deep lakes. like that once, and I had no end of trouble and
Yes, the country certainly was delicious. In worry with the creatures, for I may tell you
the sunniest spot stood an old mansion sur- that they are afraid of the water. I could not
rounded by a deep moat, and great dock get them into it, I quacked and snapped at
leaves grew from the walls of the house right them, but it was no good. Let me see the egg!
down to the water's edge; some of them were Yes, it is a turkey's egg! You just leave it alone
so tall that a small child could stand upright and teach the other children to swim."
under them. In amongst the leaves it was as "I will sit on it a little longer, I have sat so
secluded as in the depths of a forest; and long already, that I may as well go on till the
there a duck was sitting on her nest. Her little Midsummer Fair comes round."
ducklings were just about to be hatched, but "Please yourself," said the old duck, and
she was nearly tired of sitting, for it had she went away.
lasted such a long time. Moreover, she had At last the big egg cracked. "Cheep,
very few visitors, as the other ducks liked cheep!" said the young one and tumbled out;
swimming about in the moat better than wad- how big and ugly he was! The duck looked at
dling up to sit under the dock leaves and him.
gossip with her. "That is a monstrous big duckling," she
At last one egg after another began to said; "none of the others looked like that; can
crack. "Cheep, cheep!" they said. All the he be a turkey chick? Well, we shall soon find
chicks had come to life, and were poking their that out; into the water he shall go, if I have
heads out. to kick him in myself."
"Quack! quack!" said the duck; and then Next day was gloriously fine, and the sun
they all quacked their hardest, and looked shone on all the green dock leaves. The moth-
about them on all sides among the green er duck with her whole family went down to
leaves; their mother allowed them to look as the moat.
much as they liked, for green is good for the Splash, into the water she sprang. "Quack,
eyes. quack!" she said, and one duckling plumped
"How big the world is to be sure!" said all in after the other. The water dashed over
the young ones; for they certainly had ever so their heads, but they came up again and
much more room to move about, than when floated beautifully; their legs went of them-
they were inside in the eggshell. selves, and they were all there, even the big
"Do you imagine this is the whole world?" ugly gray one swam about with them.
said the mother. "It stretches a long way on "No, that is no turkey," she said; "see how
the other side of the garden, right into the beautifully he uses his legs and how erect he
parson's field; but I have never been as far as holds himself: he is my own chick! after all,
that! I suppose you are all here now?" and she he is not so bad when you come to look at him
FANTASY 987
properly. Quack, quack! Now come with me and so he has not come out with a very good
and I will take you into the world, and intro- figure." And then she patted his neck and
duce you to the ducky ard; but keep close to stroked him down. "Besides he is a drake,"
me all the time, so that no one may tread upon said she; "so it does not matter so much. I
you, and beware of the cat!" believe he will be very strong, and I don't
Then they went into the ducky ard. There doubt but he will make his way in the world."
was a fearful uproar going on, for two broods "The other ducklings are very pretty," said
were fighting for the head of an eel, and in the the old duck. "Now make yourselves quite at
end the cat captured it. home, and if you find the head of an eel you
"That's how things go in this world," said may bring it to me!"
the mother duck, and she licked her bill for After that they felt quite at home. But the
she wanted the eel's head herself. poor duckling which had been the last to
"Use your legs," said she; "mind you quack come out of the shell, and who was so ugly,
properly, and bend your necks to the old duck was bitten, pushed about, and made fun of
over there! She is the grandest of them all; both by the ducks and the hens. "He is too
she has Spanish blood in her veins and that big," they all said; and the turkey-cock, who
accounts for her size, and, do you see? she was born with his spurs on, and therefore
has a red rag round her leg; that is a wonder- thought himself quite an emperor, puffed
fully fine thing, and the most extraordinary himself up like a vessel in full sail, made for
mark of distinction any duck can have. It him, and gobbled and gobbled till he became
shows clearly that she is not to be parted with, quite red in the face. The poor duckling was
and that she is worthy of recognition both by at his wit's end,and did not know which way
beasts and men! Quack now! don't turn your to turn;he was in despair because he was so
toes in, a well-brought-up duckling keeps his ugly, and the butt of the whole duckyard.
legs wide apart just like father and mother; So the first day passed, and afterwards
that's it, now bend your necks, and say matters grew worse and worse. The poor
quack!" duckling was chased and hustled by all of
They did as they were bid, but the other them; even his brothers and sisters ill-used
ducks round about looked at them and said, him; and they were always saying, "If only
quite loud: "Just look there! now we are to the cat would get hold of you, you hideous
have that tribe! just as if there were not object!"
enough of us already, and, oh, dear! how ugly Even his mother said, "I wish to goodness
that duckling is, we
won't stand him!" and a you were miles away." The ducks bit him, the
duck flew at him at once and bit him in the hens pecked him, and the girl who fed them
neck. kickedhim aside.
"Let him be," said the mother; "he is doing Then he ran off and flew right over the
no harm." hedge, where the little birds flew up into the
"Very likely not, but he is so ungainly and air in a fright.
queer," said the biter; "he must be whacked." "That is because I am so ugly," thought the
"They are handsome children mother has," poor duckling, shutting his eyes, but he ran
said the old duck with the rag round her leg; on all the same. Then he came to a great
"all j;ood looking except this one, and he is not marsh where the wild ducks lived; he was so
a god specimen; it's a pity you can't make tired and miserable that he stayed there a
him aver again." whole night.
"That can't be done, your grace," said the In the morning the wild ducks flew up to
mot! ^er duck; "he is not handsome, but he is a inspect their new comrade.
thorough good creature, and he swims as "What sort of a creature are you?" they
beai tifully as any of the others; nay, I think I inquired, as the duckling turned from side to
migl t venture even to add that I think he will side and greeted them as well as he could.
impi ove as he goes on, or perhaps in time he "You are frightfully ugly," said the wild
may grow smaller! he was too long in the egg, ducks; "but that does not matter to us, so long
988 THE STORIED WORLD
as you do not marry into our family!" Poor ran across fields and meadows, and there was
fellow! he had no thought of marriage; all such a wind that he had hard work to make
he wanted was permission to lie among his way.
the bushes, and drink a little of the marsh Towards night he reached a poor little cot-
water. tage; it was such a miserable hovel that it
He stayed there two whole days, then two could not make up its mind which way to fall
wild geese came, or rather two wild ganders. even, and so it remained standing. The wind
They were not long out of the shell, and whistled so fiercely round the duckling that
therefore rather pert. he had to sit on his tail to resist it, and it blew
"I say, comrade," they said, "you are so harder and harder; then he saw that the door
ugly that we have taken quite a fancy to you; had fallen off one hinge and hung so crook-
will you join us and be a bird of passage? edly that he could creep into the house
There is another marsh close by, and there through the crack and by this means he made
are some charming wild geese there; all his way into the room. An old woman lived
sweet young ladies, who can say quack! You there with her cat and her hen. The cat,
are ugly enough to make your fortune among which she called "Sonnie," could arch his
them." Just at that moment, bang! bang! was back, purr, and give off electric sparks, that is
heard up above, and both the wild geese fell to say if you stroked his fur the wrong way.
dead among the reeds, and the water turned The hen had quite tiny short legs and so she
blood red. Bang! bang! went the guns, and was called "Chuckie-low-legs." She laid good
whole flocks of wild geese flew up from the eggs, and the old woman was as fond of her
rushes and the shot peppered among them as if she had been her own child.
again. In the morning the strange duckling was
There was a grand shooting party, and the discovered immediately, and the cat began to
sportsmen lay hidden round the marsh, some purr and the hen to cluck.
even sat on the branches of the trees which "What on earth is that!" said the old
overhung the water; the blue smoke rose like woman looking round, but her sight was not
clouds among the dark trees and swept over good and she thought the duckling was a fat
the pool. duck which had escaped. "This is a capital
The water-dogs wandered about in the find," said she; "now I shall have duck's eggs
swamp, splash! splash! The rushes and reeds if only it is not a drake! we must find out
bent beneath their tread on all sides. It was about that!"
terriblyalarming to the poor duckling. He So she took the duckling on trial for three
twisted his head round to get it under his weeks, but no eggs made their appearance.
wing and just at that moment a frightful, big The cat was the master of the house and the
dog appeared close beside him; his tongue hen the mistress, and they always spoke of
hung right out of his mouth and his eyes "we and the world," for they thought that
glared wickedly. He opened his great chasm they represented the half of the world, and
of a mouth close to the duckling, showed his that quite the better half.
sharp teeth and splash went on with- The duckling thought there might be two
out touching him. opinions on the subject, but the cat would not
"Oh, thank Heaven!" sighed the duckling, hear of it.
"I am so ugly that even the dog won't bite "Can you lay eggs?" she asked.
me!" "No!"
Then he lay quite still while the shot whis- "Will you have the goodness to hold your
tled among the bushes, and bang after bang tongue then!"
rent the air. It only became quiet late in the And the cat said, "Can you arch your back,
day, but even then the poor duckling did not purr, or give off sparks?"
dare to get up; he waited several hours more "No."
before he looked about and then he hurried "Then you had better keep your opinions to
away from the marsh as fast as he could. He yourself when people of sense are speaking!"
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The duckling sat in the corner nursing his to think of it, the poor duckling certainly was
ill-humor; then he began to think of the fresh in a bad case.
air and the sunshine, an uncontrollable long- One evening, the sun was just setting in
ing seized him to float on the water, and at wintry splendor, when a flock of beautiful
last he could not help telling the hen about it. large birds appeared out of the bushes; the
"What on earth possesses you?" she asked; duckling had never seen anything so beauti-
"you have nothing to do, that is why you get ful. They were dazzlingly white with long
these freaks into your head. Lay some eggs or waving necks; they were swans, and uttering
take to purring, and you will get over it." a peculiar cry they spread out their magnifi-
"But it is so delicious to float on the water," cent broad wings and flew away from the cold
said the duckling; "so delicious to feel it regions to warmer lands and open seas. They
rushing over your head when you dive to the mounted so high, so very high, and the ugly
bottom." little duckling became strangely uneasy, he
"That would be a fine amusement," said circled round and round in the water like a
the hen. "I think you have gone mad. Ask the wheel, craning his neck up into the air after
cat about it, he is the wisest creature I know; them. Then he uttered a shriek so piercing
ask him if he is fond of floating on the water and so strange, that he was quite frightened
or diving under it. I say nothing about myself. by it himself. Oh, he could not forget those
Ask our mistress yourself, the old woman, beautiful birds, those happy birds, and as
there is no one in the world cleverer than she soon as they were out of sight he ducked right
is. Do you suppose she has any desire to float down to the bottom, and when he came up
on the water, or to duck underneath it?" again he was quite beside himself. He did not
"You do not understand me," said the know what the birds were, or whither they
duckling. flew, but all the same he was more drawn
"Well, if we don't understand you, who towards them than he had ever been by any
should? I suppose you don't consider yourself creatures before. He did not envy them in the
cleverer than the cat or the old woman, not to least, how could it occur to him even to wish
mention me. Don't make a fool of yourself, to be such a marvel of beauty; he would have
child, and thank your stars for all the good we been thankful if only the ducks would have
have done you! Have you not lived in this tolerated him among them the poor ugly
warm room, and in such society that you creature !
might have learnt something? But you are an The winter was so bitterly cold that the
idiot, and there is no pleasure in associating duckling was obliged to swim about in the
with you. You may believe me I mean you water to keep it from freezing, but every night
well, I tell you home truths, and there is no the hole in which he swam got smaller and
surer way than that, of knowing who are smaller. Then it froze so hard that the surface
one's friends. You just see about laying some ice cracked, and the duckling had to use his
eggs, or learn to purr, or to emit sparks." legs all the time, so that the ice should not
"I think I will go out into the wide world," close in round him: at last he was so weary
said the duckling. that he could move no more, and he was
"Oh, do so by all means," said the hen. frozen fast into the ice.
So away went the duckling, he floated on Early in the morning a peasant came along
the v ^ater and ducked underneath it, but he and saw him; he went out on to the ice and
was ooked askance at by every living crea- hammered a hole in it with his heavy wooden
ture
?
or his ugliness.Now the autumn came shoe, and carried the duckling home to his
on, tl ie leaves in the woods turned yellow and wife. There it soon revived. The children
brow i; the wind took hold of them, and they wanted to play with it, but the duckling
danc jd about. The sky looked very cold, and thought they were going to ill-use him, and
the c louds hung heavy with snow and hail. A rushed in his fright into the milk pan, and the
raven stood on the fence and croaked Caw! milk spurted out all over the room. The
Caw from sheer cold; it made one shiver only woman shrieked and threw up her hands,
990 THE STORIED WORLD
his name was known far and wide; and there "Oh, let that bird fly away then," said the
were hundreds of princesses who would have princess, and she would not hear of allowing
said '"Yes," and "Thank you, kindly," but see the prince to come. But he was not to be
if she would. crushed; he stained his face brown and black,
Just let us hear about it. and pressing his cap over his eyes, he
A rose tree grew on the grave of the knocked at the door.
prince's father, it was such a beautiful rose "Good morning, Emperor," said he; "can I
tree; it only bloomed every fifth year, and be taken into service in the palace?"
then only bore one blossom; but what a rose "Well, there are so many wishing to do
that was By merely smelling it one forgot all
!
that," said the emperor; "but let me see!
one's cares and sorrows. yes, I need somebody to look after the pigs, for
Then he had a nightingale which sang as if we have so many of them."
every lovely melody in the world dwelt in her So the prince was made imperial swine-
little throat. This rose and this nightingale herd. A horrid little room was given him near
were to be given to the princess, so they were the pig-sties, and here he had to live. He sat
put into great silver caskets and sent to her. busily at work all day, and by the evening he
The emperor had them carried before him had made a beautiful little cooking pot; it had
into the great hall where the princess was bells all round it and when the pot boiled they
playing at "visiting" with her ladies-in- tinkled delightfully and played the old tune:
waiting; they had nothing else to do. When "Ach du lieber Augustin,
she saw the caskets with the gifts she clapped
Alles ist weg, weg, weg!*
her hands with delight!
"If only it were a little pussy cat!" said But the greatest charm of all about it was,
she but there was the lovely rose. that by holding one's finger in the steam one
"Oh, how exquisitely it is made!" said all could immediately smell all the dinners that
the ladies-in-waiting. were being cooked at every stove in the town.
"It is more than beautiful," said the emper- Now this was a very different matter from a
or; "it is neat." rose.
But the princess touched it, and then she The princess came walking along with all
was ready to cry. her ladies-in-waiting, and when she heard the
"Fie, papa!" she said; "it is not made, it is a tune she stopped and looked pleased, for she
real one!" could play "Ach du lieber Augustin" herself;
"Fie," said all the ladies-in-waiting; "it is a it was her only tune, and she could only play it
"Then you must whisper it." And she whis- have ten kisses, the same as yesterday, and
pered it. he can take the others from the ladies-in-
"He is a wretch!" said the princess, and waiting."
went away at once. But she had only gone a "But we don't like that at all," said the
little way when she heard the bells tinkling ladies.
beautifully: "Oh, nonsense! If I can kiss him you can do
the same. Remember that I pay your wages as
"Ach du lieber Augustin."
well as give you board and lodging." So the
"Go and ask him if he will take ten kisses lady-in-waiting had to go again.
from the ladies-in-waiting." "A hundred kisses from the princess, or let
"No, thank you," said the swineherd; "ten each keep his own."
kisses from the princess, or I keep my pot." "Stand in front of me," said she, and all the
"How tiresome it is,"said the princess. ladies stood round, while he kissed her.
"Then you will have to stand round me, so "Whatever is the meaning of that crowd
that no one may see." round the pig-sties?" said the emperor as he
So the ladies-in-waiting stood round her stepped out onto the veranda; he rubbed his
and spread out their skirts while the swine- eyes and put on his spectacles. "Why, it is the
herd took his ten kisses, and then the pot was ladies-in-waiting, what game are they up to? I
hers. must go and see!" So he pulled up the heels of
What a delight it was to them. The pot was were shoes which he had
his slippers, for they
kept on the boil day and night. They knew trodden down.
what was cooking on every stove in the town, Bless us, what a hurry he was in! When
from the chamberlain's to the shoemaker's. he got into the yard, he walked very softly
The ladies-in-waiting danced about and and the ladies were so busy counting the
clapped their hands. kisses, so that there should be fair play, and
"We know who has sweet soup and pan- neither too few nor too many kisses, that
cakes for dinner, and who has cutlets; how they never heard the emperor. He stood on
amusing it is." tiptoe.
"Highly interesting," said the mistress of "What is all this?" he said when he saw
the robes. what was going on, and he hit them on the
"Yes, but hold your tongues, for I am the head with his slipper just as the swineherd
emperor's daughter." was taking the eighty-sixth kiss.
"Heaven preserve us!" they all said. "Out you go!" said the emperor, for he was
The swineherd that is to say, the prince, furious, and both the princess and the prince
only nobody knew that he was not a real were put out of his realm.
swineherd did not let the day pass in idle- There she stood crying, and the swineherd
ness, and he now constructed a rattle. When scolded, and the rain poured down in torrents.
itwas swung round it played all the waltzes, "Oh, miserable creature that I am! if only I
galops and jig tunes which have ever been had accepted the handsome prince. Oh, how
heard since the creation of the world. unhappy I am!"
"But this is superbe!" said the princess, as The swineherd went behind a tree, wiped
she walked by. "I have never heard finer the black and brown stain from his face, and
compositions. Go and ask him what the in- threw away his ugly clothes. Then he stepped
strument costs, but let us have no more kiss- out dressed as a prince; he was so handsome
ing." that the princess could not help curtseying to
"He wants a hundred kisses from the prin- him.
cess!" said the lady-in-waiting. "I am come to despise thee," he said.
"I think he is mad!" said the princess, and "Thou wouldst not have an honorable prince,
she went away, but she had not gone far thou couldst not prize the rose or the nightin-
when she stopped. gale, but thou wouldst kiss the swineherd for
"One must encourage art," she said; "I a trumpery musical box! As thou hast made
am the emperor's daughter. Tell him he can thy bed, so must thou lie upon it!"
FANTASY 993
Then he went back into his own little king- could tell no more about it than the man in
dom and shut and locked the door. So she had the moon.
to stand outside and sing in earnest The next night the second son set out to
watch the pear-tree. But he fared no better
"Ach du lieber Augustin, than the first. About midnight came the mu-
Alles ist weg, weg, weg!"
sic, and in a little while he was snoring till
the stones rattled. When the morning came
another pear was gone, and he had no more to
Howard Pyle tell about it than his brother.
The third night it was the turn of the
The Swan Maiden youngest son, and he was more clever than
the others, for, when the evening came, he
The elements of a folktale are here filled out,
stuffed his ears full of wax, so that he was as
amplified, and given new life by the imagination
deaf as a post. About midnight, when the
of Howard Pyle, an artist and storyteller. Born of a
music came, he heard nothing of it, and so he
Quaker family living near Wilmington, Delaware,
he became known for his authentic illustrating stayed wide awake. After the music had
ended he took the wax out of his ears, so that
and telling of stories about such heroes as Robin
he might listen for the coming of the thief.
Hood, King Arthur, and Sir Launcelot. His original
Presently there was a loud clapping and rat-
fairy tale books include The Wonder Clock and
tling, and a white swan flew overhead and lit
Pepper and Salt. [From The Wonder Clock (Harp- in the pear-tree above him. It began picking
er, 1915).]
at one of the pears, and then the prince raised
Once there was a king who had a pear-tree his gun to shoot at it. But when he looked
which bore four-and-twenty golden pears. along the barrel it was not a swan that he saw
Every day he went into the garden and count- up in the pear-tree, but the prettiest girl that
ed them to see that none were missing. he had ever looked upon.
But, one morning, he found that a pear had "Don't shoot me, king's son! Don't shoot
been taken during the night, and thereat he me!" cried she.
was troubled and vexed to the heart, for the But the prince had no thought of shooting
pear-tree was as dear to him as the apple of her, for he had never seen such a beautiful
his eye. Now, the king had three sons, and so maiden in all of his days. "Very well," said he,
he called the eldest prince to him. "I will not shoot, but, if I spare your life, will
"See," said he, "if you will watch my pear- you promise to be my sweetheart and to marry
tree to-night, and will find me the thief who me?"
stole the pear, you shall have half of my "That may be as may be," said the Swan
kingdom now, and the whole of it when I am Maiden. "For listen! I serve the witch with
gone." three eyes. She lives on the glass hill that lies
You can guess how the prince was tickled beyond the seven high mountains, the seven
at this: oh, yes, he would watch the tree, and deep valleys, and the seven wide rivers: are
if the thief should come he should not get you man enough to go that far?"
away again as easily. "Oh, yes," said the prince, "I am man
Well, that night he sat down beside the enough for that and more too."
tree, with his gun across his knees, to wait for "That is good," said the Swan Maiden, and
the oming of the thief.
<
thereupon she jumped down from the pear-
H waited and waited, and still he saw not
? tree to the earth. Then she became a swan
so n uchas a thread or a hair. But about the again, and bade the king's son to mount upon
middle of the night there came the very pret- her back at the roots of her wings. When he
tiest music that his ears had ever heard, and had done as she had told him, she sprang into
befo *e he knew what he was about he was the air and flew away bearing him with her.
aslei-p and snoring until the little leaves On flew the swan, and on and on, until,
shook upon the tree. When the morning came by and by, she said, "What do you see,
and le awoke, another pear was gone, and he king's son?"
994 THE STORIED WORLD
"I see the grey sky above me and the dark "When one is tired, one should rest for a
earth below me, but nothing else," said he. while," said she; "come and lay your head in
After that they flew on and on again, until, my lap."
at last, the Swan Maiden said, "What do you The prince was glad enough to do as she
see now, king's son?" said, for nothing was to be gained by working
"I see the grey sky above me and the dark at that task. So he laid his head in her lap, and
earth below me, but nothing else," said he. she combed his hair with a golden comb till
So once more they flew on until the Swan he fell fast asleep. When he awoke the Swan
Maiden said, for the third time, "And what do Maiden was gone, the sun was setting, and
you see by now, king's son?" the stable was as clean as a plate. Presently
But this time the prince said, "I see the he heard the old witch coming, so up he
grey sky above me and the dark earth below jumped and began clearing away a straw
me, and over yonder is a glass hill, and on the here and a speck there, just as though he
hill is a house that shines like fire." were finishing the work.
"That is where the witch with three eyes "You never did this by yourself!" said the
lives," said the Swan Maiden; "and now lis- old witch, and her brows grew as black as a
ten: when she asks you what it is that you thunder-storm."
came for, ask her to give you the one who "That may be so, and that may not be so,"
draws the water and builds the fire; for that is said the king's son, "but you lent no hand to
myself." help; so now may I have the one who builds
So, when they had come to the top of the the fire and draws the water?"
hillof glass, the king's son stepped down to At this the old witch shook her head. "No,"
the ground, and the swan flew over the roof. said she, "there is more to be done yet before
Rap! tap! tap! he knocked at the door, and you can have what you ask for. If you can
the old witch herself came and opened it. thatch the roof of the stable with bird feath-
"And what do you want here?" said she. ers, no two of which shall be of the same
"I want the one who draws the water and color, and can do it between the rise and the
builds the fire," said the prince. set of sun to-morrow, then you shall have
At this the old witch scowled until her your sweetheart and welcome. But if you fail
eyebrows met. your bones shall be ground as fine as malt in
"Very well," said she, "you shall have what the mill."
you want if you can clean my stables to- Very well; that suited the king's son well
morrow between the rise and the set of the enough. So at sunrise he arose and went into
sun. But I tell you plainly, if you fail in the the fields with his gun; but if there were birds
doing, you shall be torn to pieces body and to be shot, it was few of them that he saw; for
bones." at noontide he had but two, and they were
But the prince was not to be scared away both of a color. At that time who should come
with empty words. So the next morning the to him but the Swan Maiden.
old witch came and took him to the stables "One should not tramp and tramp all day
where he was to do his task. There stood with never a bit of rest," said she; "come
more than a hundred cattle, and the stable hither and lay your head in my lap for a
had not been cleaned for at least ten long while."
years. The prince did as she bade him, and the
"There is your work," said the old witch, maiden again combed his hair with a golden
and then she left him. comb until he fell asleep. When he awoke the
Well, the king's son set to work with fork sun was setting, and his work was done. He
and broom and might and main, but heard the old witch coming, so up he jumped
prut! he might as well have tried to bale out to the roof of the stable and began laying a
the great ocean with a bucket. feather here and a feather there, for all the
At noontide who should come to the stable world as though he were just finishing
but the pretty Swan Maiden herself. his task.
FANTASY 995
"You never did that work alone," said the the fir-tree. "Have you gathered the crow's
old witch. eggs?" said she.
"That may be so, and that may not be so," "Yes," said the prince, "here they are in my
said the prince; "all the same, it was none of handkerchief. And now may I have the one
your doing. So now may I have the one who who draws the water and builds the fire?"
draws the water and builds the fire?" "Yes," said the old witch, "you may have
But the witch shook her head. "No," said her; only give me my crow's eggs."
she, "there is still another task to do before "No," said the prince, "the crow's eggs are
that. Over yonder is a fir-tree; on the tree is a none of yours, for they belong to him who
crow's nest, and in the nest are three eggs. If gathered them."
you can harry that nest to-morrow between When the old witch found that she was not
the rising and the setting of the sun, neither to get her crow's eggs in that way, she tried
breaking nor leaving a single egg, you shall another, and began using words as sweet as
have that for which you ask." honey. Come, come, there should be no hard
Very well; that suited the prince. The next feeling between them. The prince had served
morning at the rising of the sun he started off her faithfully, and before he went home with
to find the fir-tree, and there was no trouble in what he had come for he should have a good
the finding I can tell you, for it was more than supper, for it is ill to travel on an empty
sweetheart?" said she; but to this the wom- to break the third egg, and out of it came
an of honey and barley-meal answered scores and scores of servants all dressed in
never a word. gold-and-silver livery.
"How now! are you dumb?" cried the old That morning, when the king looked out of
witch; "I will see whether I cannot bring his bedroom window, there stood the splendid
speech to your lips." She raised her hand castle of silver and gold. Then he called all of
slap! she struck, and so hard was the blow his people together, and they rode over to see
that her hand stuck fast to the honey and what it meant. On the way they met such
barley-meal. "What!" cried she, "will you herds of fat sheep and cattle that the king had
hold me?" slap! she struck with the never seen the like in all of his life before; and
other hand, and it too stuck fast. So there she when he came to the fine castle, there were
was, and, for all that I know, she is sticking to two rows of servants dressed in clothes of
the woman of honey and barley-meal to this silver and gold, ready to meet him. But when
day. he came to the door of the castle, there stood
As for the Swan Maiden and the prince, the prince himself. Then there was joy and
they flew over the seven high mountains, the rejoicing, you may be sure! only the two elder
seven deep valleys, and the seven wide rivers, brothers looked down in the mouth, for
until they came near to the prince's home since the young prince had found the thief
again. The Swan Maiden lit in a great wide who stole the golden pears, their father's
field, and there she told the prince to break kingdom was not for them. But the prince
open one of the crow's eggs. The prince did as soon set their minds at rest on that score,
she bade him, and what should he find but the for he had enough and more than enough
most beautiful little palace, all of pure gold of his own.
and silver. He set the palace on the ground, After that the prince and the Swan Maiden
and it grew and grew and grew until it cov- were married, and a grand wedding they had
ered as much ground as seven large barns. of it, with music of fiddles and kettle-drums,
Then the Swan Maiden told him to break and plenty to eat and to drink. I, too, was
another egg, and he did as she said, and what there; but all of the good red wine ran down
should come out of it but such great herds of over my tucker, so that not a drop of it passed
cows and sheep that they covered the mea- my lips, and I had to come away empty.
dow far and near. The Swan Maiden told him And that is all.
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An adventure of two tramp cats who find a A small boy's hen laid an egg that hatched a
new life in another part of New York. See also dinosaur.
Jenny and the Cat Club; a Collection of Favo- Cameron, Eleanor. The Court of the Stone Chil-
rite Stories About Jenny Linsky (1973). dren. Dutton, 1973. (Grades 4-7)
A girl from the time of Napoleon appears to a
Babbitt, Natalie. Tuck Everlasting. Farrar, Straus
girl of the twentieth century. Their stories inter-
& Giroux, 1975. (Grades 4-8) weave as the puzzle of a past murder accusation
A young girl's encounter with a family that becomes unlocked.
unwittingly has acquired immunity from death
results in her being kidnapped. Knowing the Cameron, Eleanor. Time and Mr. Bass; illus. by
source of their immortality, she has to decide Fred Meise. Little, Brown, 1967. (Grades 4-6)
whether or not she will choose an everlasting A new Mushroom Planet book in which Mr.
life. See also The Devil's Storybook (1974); Bass, David, and Chuck set off for the Mycetian
Goody Hall (1971); Kneeknock .Rise (1970); and meeting in Wales. See also The Wonderful
The Search for Delicious (1969). Flight of the Mushroom Planet; Stowaway to
the Mushroom Planet; Mr. Bass's Planetoid;
Barrie, Sir James Matthew. Peter Pan; illus. by The Terrible Churnadryne; and A Mystery for
Nora S. Unwin. Scribner, 1950 (The Willow Leaf Mr. Bass.
Library). (Grades 3-5)
A beautiful edition with delicate line draw- Carlson, Natalie Savage. Alphonse, That Bearded
ings. This book is part of the Barrie "Peter Pan One; illus. by Nicolas Mordvinoff. Harcourt,
Bequest," as royalties go to the Great Ormond 1954. (Grades 3-5)
Street Hospital for Sick Children in London. Out of French Canada comes this robust,
rollicking tale of a bear cub trained by his mas-
Bianco, Margery Williams. The Velveteen Rabbit; ter, the shrewd Jeannot Vallar, to be a soldier.
or, How Toys Become Real; illus. by William When Vallar is conscripted, he sends Alphonse in
Nicholson. Doubleday, 1926. (Grades K-2) his place.
How the velveteen rabbit was changed by
nursery magic into a live rabbit is told in a story Carroll, Lewis, pseud, of Charles Lutwidge Dodg-
filled with the magic of childhood. Delightful son. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and
pictures. Through the Looking -Glass; illus. by Sir John
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Tenniel. Macmillan, 1963 (The Macmillan Clas- family that is stranded in time. Their efforts to
sics). (Grades 4-6)
return to 1921, where they really belong, depend
Critics agree in acclaiming "Alice" the great- on magic, the most potent of which resides in the
est nonsense story ever written. Other good edi- girl herself. See also The Piemakers (1967).
tions are the Heritage Press edition illustrated Cummings, E. E. Fairy Tales; illus. by John Eaton.
with the original Tenniel drawings with a fore- Harcourt, 1965. (Grades K-2)
word by John T. Winterich; and the Rainbow Stories that the poet wrote for his small
Classics edition (World) with the Tenniel illus- daughter.
trations and an introduction by May Lamberton Curry, Jane Louise. Beneath the Hill; illus. by
Becker. Imero Gobbata. Harcourt, 1967. (Grades 4-7)
Chase, Mary. Loretta Mason Potts; illus. by Harold
An ancient evil released in nearby mountains
Berson. Lippincott, 1958. (Grades 3-6) by strip-mining is combatted by contemporary
The malevolent influence of a 10-inch count- children. See also The Sleepers The Day-
ess on a girl spreads to her brothers and sisters, breakers (1970); Mindy's Mysterious Minia-
ture (1970); The Ice Ghosts Mystery (Athene-
threatening to separate them permanently from
their mother. um, 1972); and The Lost Farm (Atheneum,
1974), sequel to Mindy's Mysterious Miniature.
Clarke, Pauline.The Return of the Twelves; illus. Also, Parsley Sage, Rosemary and Time (1975).
by Bernarda Bryson. Coward-McCann, 1963.
(Grades 5-7) Dahl, Roald. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory;
Past and present are skillfully interwoven in illus. by Joseph Schindelman. Knopf, 1964.
this captivating fantasy-adventure concerning (Grades 4-6)
the set of wooden soldiers once owned by Bran- Five children tour Mr. Willy Wonka's fabulous
well Bronte and immortalized by him as the candy factory.
famous Twelve in his History of the Young De la Mare, Walter. The Three Royal Monkeys;
Men. See also The Two Faces ofSilenus (1972). illus. by Mildred Eldridge. Knopf, 1948. (Grades
The Mouse and the Motorcycle; 4-6)
Cleary, Beverly.
illus. by Louis Darling. Morrow, 1965. (Grades Originally published as The Three Mulla-
2-5) Mulgars, this is an enthralling tale of the adven-
A small boy and a mouse share a passionate tures of three monkeys, Thumb, Thimble, and
love for motorcycles in this conspiratorial adven- Nod. See also A Penny a Day and The Magic
ture. Followed by Runaway Ralph (1970). Jacket.
Collodi, Carlo, pseud. The Adventures of Pinoc- Dickens, Charles. The Magic Fishbone; illus. by F.
D. Bedford. Warne, n.d. (Grades 2-4)
chio; tr. from the Italian
by Carol Delia Chiesa;
illus. by Attilio Mussino; foreword by Maria
A gay fantasy of the Princess Alicia and her
Cimino. Macmillan, 1969. (Grades 3-5) eighteen brothers and sisters. The illustrations
A welcome reissue of a handsomely illustrat- catch the spirit of the story. See also A Christ-
ed and designed edition of a perennial favorite. mas Carol; illus. by Arthur Rackham (Lippin-
Other less expensive editions are those illustrat- cott, 1956); and Capt. Boldhart and The Magic
ed by Naiad Einsel (Macmillan); Charles Folk- Fishbone; illus. by Hilary Knight (Macmillan,
ard (Dutton); Anne Heyneman (Lippincott); and 1964).
Richard Floethe (World). Druon, Maurice. Tistou of the Green Thumbs; tr.
Cooper, Susan. The Grey King; illus. by Michael by Humphrey Hare; illus. by Jacqueline
Duheme. Scribner, 1958. (Grades 4-6)
Heslop. Atheneum, 1975 (A Margaret K. McEl-
derry book). (Grades 5-9)
A gentle satire of a mysterious boy who has
The fourth in a five-book sequence in which a the power to end wars.
continuing struggle between the forces of light Du Bois, William Pene. Twenty-One Balloons;
anc dark is told. The first was Over Sea, Under illus.by the author. Viking, 1947. (Grades 4-6)
Stcne (Harcourt, 1966); the second was The Fabulous adventure in the best Jules Verne
Da -k is Rising (Atheneum, 1973); the third, tradition. The author combines his rich imagina-
Grcenwitch (Atheneum, 1974). A fusing of tion, scientific tastes, and brilliant artistry to tell
my ;hological elements with a reality of charac- the story. See also The Great Geppy; Peter
ter and events contributes to the distinctiveness Graves; Lion; Three Policemen; and Bear Par-
of hese books. The Grey King was awarded the
t
ty.
19" 6 Newbery award.
Eager, Edward. Half Magic; illus. by N. M.
Cress veil, Helen. Up the Pier; illus. by Gareth Bodecker. Harcourt, 1954. (Grades 4-6)
Flo ;d. Faber and Faber (London). (Grades 4-6) The finding of an ancient coin that grants half
reeling stranded at a relative's in Wales, a of any wish leads four children into many sur-
young girl walks up the pier and discovers a prising adventures. See also Knights Castle;
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Magic by the Lake; Time Garden; Magic or A refreshingly original story in which a small
Not?; The Well Wishers; and Seven Day Magic. boy rescues an oppressed baby dragon. Here is
fantasy perfectly plausible. The gay, robust text
Enright, Elizabeth. Tatsinda; illus. by Irene Haas. is matched with enchanting illustrations. See
Harcourt, 1963. (Grades 3-5) also Elmer and the Dragon and The Dragons of
The author has created a new fairy world, a Blueland.
wondrous mountain kingdom of Tatrajan where
live a race of people with white hair and ice-blue Garner, Alan. The Owl Service. Walck, 1968.
eyes. A many -faceted story written in true fairy- (Grades 7-9)
tale tradition. See also Zeee. A haunting tale in which three modern young
people are inexorably drawn into the power of a
Eleanor. The Witch Family; illus. by
Estes, tragic Welsh legend. Awarded the Carnegie
Edward Ardizzone. Harcourt, 1960. (Grades 3-5) medal in 1968. See also Elidor (Walck, 1964);
A wholly original fantasy of two small girls, The Moon of Gomrath (1967); and The Weird-
three witches, and a bumblebee. stone of Brisingamen (1969).
Farjeon, Eleanor. The Glass Slipper; illus. by Gates, Doris.The Cat and Mrs. Gary; illus. by
Ernest H. Shepard. Viking, 1956. (Grades 5-7) Peggy Bacon. Viking, 1962. (Grades 4-6)
The fairy play, The Glass Slipper, by Eleanor The author deftly blends fantasy with realism
Farjeon and her brother was successfully pro- in this delightful story of a cat who talks (but
duced in London. This is the story of the Cinder- only to Mrs. Cary).
ella play expanded to book length. Miss Farjeon's
gay sense of humor, her gift of poetic expression, Godden, Rumer. Impunity Jane; the Story of a
and her exquisitely balanced prose give fresh Pocket Doll; illus. by Adrienne Adams. Viking,
1954. (Grades 2-4)
beauty to this well loved story. The illustrations
add their own charm of exaggerated drollery. Jane is a 4-inch pocket doll, neglected by four
See also Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard generations of little girls, who finally becomes
the beloved mascot of a seven -year-old boy.
(Lippincott, 1963), a new edition of a collection
of tales of fantasy first published in 1921; this Godden, Rumer. The Mousewife; illus. by William
was followed by Martin Pippin in the Daisy- Pene du Bois. Viking, 1951. (Grades 2-4)
Field. The Silver Curlew (Viking, 1953) is an A tender story of a little mousewife whose
imaginative expansion of the English folktale devotion to a caged dove led to her sacrifice
Tom Tit Tot. when, moved by compassion, she freed the bird.
The story is based on an anecdote in Dorothy
Farmer, Penelope. Castle of Bone. Atheneum, Wordsworth's Grasmere journal. See also The
1972. (Grades 4-7)
Fairy Doll; The Dolls' House; Miss Happiness
The magical properties of a second-hand and Miss Flower; Little Plum; and Home Is the
wardrobe return items placed inside to previous Sailor.
original states. When a boy stumbles inside he
becomes a helpless infant. See also earlier titles Goudge, Elizabeth. The Little White Horse; illus.
published by Harcourt, Brace & World: The by C. Walter Hodges. Coward-McCann, 1946.
Summer Birds (1962); Emma in Winter (1966); (Grades 4-7)
and Charlotte Sometimes (1969). Also William A poetic tale of a tangled inheritance, which a
and Mary (1974). young girl first must understand and then find a
solution for the centuries' old conflict.
Field, Rachel. Hitty; Her First Hundred Years;
illus.by Dorothy Lathrop. Macmillan, 1937. Grahame, Kenneth. The Wind in the Willows;
(Grades 5-8)
illus.by Ernest H. Shepard. Scribner, 1953 (The
Willow Leaf Library). (All ages)
Through the eyes of a famous doll, the reader
sees America one hundred years ago whaling
An ageless fantasy of the little animals that
live along the bank of the river flowing through
days, plantation Me, Quaker Philadelphia, and
New York in the days of Charles Dickens' visit.
the English countryside, and those that live in
Awarded the Newbery medal. A new edition has the Wild Wood. There is kindly wisdom here, gen-
been issued. tle humor, and sheer magic in the writing.
Fleming, Ian. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang; the Mag- Harris, Rosemary. The Moon in the Cloud. Mac-
ical Car; illus. by John Burningham. Random millan, 1970. (Grades 4-7)
House, 1964. (Grades 5-8) A jocular re-creation of the time of the flood
A rehabilitated old racing car becomes an when a young animal trainer travels down to
aerocar, a hovercraft, or whatever the Pott fami- Egypt for some animals needed for Noah's ark
ly requires.
and is caught in the devious intrigues of the
Egyptian royal court. Awarded the Carnegie
Gannett, RuthStiles. My Father's Dragon; illus. by Medal in 1969, this is the first of a trilogy com-
Ruth Chrisman Gannett. Random House, 1948. posed of The Shadow on the Sun (1970) and The
(Grades 1-3) Bright and Morning Star (1972).
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Haufl',Wilhelm. Dwarf Long-Nose; tr. by Doris Writing in 1862 for his four-year-old son, the
Orgel; illus. by Maurice Sendak. Random House, author endeavors to teach lessons of nature and
1960. (Grades 3-6) ethics in the guise of a fairy tale.
The adventures and trials of a boy enchanted
Kipling, Rudyard. All the Mowgli Stories; illus. by
by a witch. Kurt Wiese. Doubleday, 1954. (Grades 3-6)
Housman, Laurence. Moonshine and Clover; illus. Kipling, Rudyard. The Beginning of the Armadil-
by Clemence Housman. Harcourt, n.d. (Grades 4 los; illus. by Giulio Maestro. St. Martin's Press,
up) 1970. (Grades 1-3)
Fairy tales of unusual grace and depth, these A colorful, picture-book format of a story that
include the noted "A Capful of Moonshine" and is particularly beguiling in its use of words and
"A Chinese Fairy -Tale." refrains.
rhymed
Housman, Laurence. The Rat-Catcher's Daugh- Kipling, Rudyard. The Cat That Walked by Him-
ter; a Collection of Stories; sel. and ed. by Ellin
by Rosemary Wells. Hawthorn, 1970.
self; illus.
Greene; illus. by Julia Noonan. Atheneum, 1974 Black and white drawings, much in the mood
(A Margaret K. McElderry Book). (Grades 4-9) of Kipling's own some in color.
illustrations,
A new presentation of stories that have been
out of print. The poetic and often mystical stories Kipling, Rudyard. The Elephant's Child; illus. by
have long been favorites of storytellers. Leonard Weisgard. Walker, 1970. (Grades 1-3)
A picture-book format with cool colors. This
Hudson, William Henry. A Little Boy Lost; illus. by
story is also illustrated by Ulla Kampmann (Fol-
A. D. McCormick. Knopf, 1918. (Grades 5-7)
An imaginative tale of South America filled lett, 1969).
with that quality the author says he liked best as Kipling, Rudyard. How the Leopard Got His Spots;
a child, "the little thrills that nature itself gave illus.by Leonard Weisgard. Walker, 1972.
me, which half frightened and fascinated at the (Grades 1-3)
same time, the wonder and mystery of it all." A sustained mood is set with illustrations on
each page.
Hunter, Mollie. The Haunted Mountain; illus. by
Laszlo Kubinyi. Harper & Row, 1972. How the Whale Got His Throat;
Kipling, Rudyard.
Defying "the good people," a young Scots by Don Madden. Addison-Wesley, n.d.
illus.
fanner tries to escape their vengeance but is, at Lighthearted and humorous, these pictures
last, captured. See also The Kelpie's Pearls seem to move with the story.
(Funk & Wagnalls, 1966). Kipling, Rudyard.The Jungle Books, 2 vols., illus.
Jansson, Tove. Finn Family Moomintroll; tr. by by Aldren Watson. Doubleday, 1948.
Elizabeth Portch; illus. by the author. Walck, The Jungle Book; illus. by Philip Hays.
1965. (Grades 3-6) Doubleday, 1964.
An entirely original population is created for
Kipling, Rudyard. Just So Stories; illus. by J. M.
these stories. Other titles are: Moominland
Gleeson. Doubleday, 1912. (Grades 4-6)
Midwinter (1962); Moominsummer Madness
Just So Stories; illus. by Etienne Delessert.
(1961); Tales from Moominvalley (1964); The
Doubleday, 1972. A special anniversary edition.
Exploits of Moominpappa (1966); and Moomin-
Just So Stories; illus. by the author. Double-
pappa at Sea (1967). day, 1902, 1907.
Jarrell, Randall. The Animal Family; illus. by Classic nonsense about how the elephant got
Maurice Sendak. Pantheon, 1965. (Grades 4-7) his trunk; how the camel got his hump; and
A poetic story about a hunter, a mermaid, a other fanciful tales. Another edition is illustrated
bear cub, a baby lynx, and a little boy. by Nicholas, pseud, for Nicholas Mordvinoff
(Doubleday, 1952).
Justei ,
Phantom Tollbooth; illus. by
Norton. The
Jubs Random House, 1961. (Grades 6-9)
Feiffer. Lagerlof, Selma. The Wonderful Adventures of
A sophisticated fantasy about a small boy who Nils; tr. from the Swedish by Velma Swanston
doesn't know what to do with himself. Filled Howard; illus. by H. Baumhauer. Pantheon,
with humor and wisdom. 1947. (Grades 4-7)
Nils, reduced to elfin size, travels over Swe-
Kend; 11, Carol. The Gammage Cup; illus. by Erik den on the back of a wild goose migrating north.
Ble?vad. Harcourt, 1959. (Grades 5-7) Natural history is combined with a delightful
A highly creative fantasy of a race of small fairy story.
pec pie, the Minnipins, who live in the land be-
twt en the mountains isolated from their ene- Langton, Jane. The Diamond in the Window; illus.
mic s, The Hairless Ones. A distinguished book by Erik Blegvad. Harper & Row, 1962. (Grades
foil )wed by The Whisper of Glocken.
4-6)
Dreams become dangerous avenues of explo-
Kings ey, Charles. The Water Babies; illus. by ration with symbolic meanings as two children
Ha old Jones. F. Watts, 1961. (Grades 4-5) find that they are actively involved in a struggle
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that may leave them captives in another time young boy in an attempt to regain his former
and space. Followed by The Swing in the Sum- position of authority. Awarded the Carnegie
merhouse (1967) and The Astonishing Stereo- Medal. See also The House in Norham Gardens
scope (1971). (1974).
Lawson, Robert. Rabbit Hill; illus. by the author. Lofting, Hugh. The Story of Doctor Dolittle; illus.
Viking, 1944. (Grades 3-6) by the author. Lippincott, 1920. (Grades 3-6)
An engaging fantasy about a rabbit family The first of the famous Doctor Dolittle books.
and the small animals living on a Connecticut Hugh Walpole hailed this book as "the first chil-
hillside, and how they share in the excitement of
dren's classic since Alice." Followed by The
New Folks coming to live in the Big House. Voyages of Doctor Dolittle, awarded the New-
Awarded the Newbery medal, 1945. The Tough bery medal, 1923.
Winter, a sequel, is equally delightful. Macdonald, George. At the Back of the North
L'Engle, Madeleine. A Wrinkle in Time. Farrar,
Wind; illus. by Harvey Dinnerstein; afterword by
Straus & Giroux, 1962. (Grades 6-9) Clifton Fadiman. New ed. Macmillan, 1964 (The
A provocative science fantasy of two children Macmillan Classics). (Grades 4-6)
who, with an older boy, go in search of their
A rare quality pervades George Macdonald's
missing scientist-father. The adventure takes fairy stories. Although they are not allegories
them through space by means of a "tesseract," they are filled with spiritual meaning. The Prin-
or wrinkle in time, to a planet dominated by the cess and the Goblin and The Princess and Cur-
Powers of Darkness. die will be enjoyed by children a little younger,
as will The Light Princess (illus. by William
Le Guin, Ursula. A Wizard of Earthsea; illus. by Pene du Bois; Crowell, 1962). Another choice
Ruth Robbins. Parnassus, 1969. (Grades 7-9) edition of At the Back of the North Wind is
A compelling fantasy of wizards and wizardry illustrated by Charles Mozley (F. Watts, 1964:
with an underlying meaning applicable to impa- None-such Cygnets). See also The Golden Key
tient youth of any age. Followed by The Tombs of (illus. by Maurice Sendak; Farrar, Straus &
Atuan (Atheneum, 1970) and The Farthest Giroux, 1967), a haunting story long admired by
Shore (Atheneum, 1972). J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis. Maurice Sendak
has also illustrated The Light Princess (Farrar,
Lewis, C. S. The Lion, the Witch and the Ward-
Straus & Giroux, 1969).
robe; illus. by Pauline Baynes. Macmillan, 1950.
(Grades 4-6) McGinley, Phyllis. The Plain Princess; illus. by
While spending a holiday at an old estate in Helen Stone. Lippincott, 1945. (Grades 3-5)
England, four children find their way through a
An imaginative story with the charm, gaiety,
huge wardrobe to the magical land of Narnia, and wit of a traditional fairy tale.
peopled with princes, dwarfs, and talking beasts. MacGregor, Ellen. Miss Pickerell Goes to Mars;
This is the first of seven stories telling of Nar- illus. by Paul Galdone. McGraw-Hill, 1951.
nian adventures: Prince Caspian; The Voyage (Grades 4-6)
of the Dawn Treader; The Silver Chair; The A delightful mixture of scientific fact, fanta-
Horse and His Boy; The Magician's Nephew; sy,and humor. Followed by Miss Pickerell Goes
and The Last Battle. to the Arctic; Miss Pickerell Goes Undersea;
and Miss Pickerell on the Moon.
Lindgren, Astrid. Pippi Long stocking: tr. from the
Swedish by Florence Lamborn; illus. by Louis Mayne, William. Earthfasts. Dutton, 1967.
Glanzman. Viking, 1950. (Grades 4-7) (Grades 5-8)
Pippi's fantastic escapades, in a world with- A highly original fantasy of compelling drama
out grown-ups, make a story dear to the heart of in which the author employs strands of legend
a child. and folklore in crossing the time barrier. Two
Linklater, Eric. The Wind on the Moon; illus. by English boys encounter a drummer boy of 200
Nicolas Bentley. Macmillan, 1964. (Grades 4-7) years ago who had gone in search of reputed
Influenced by "the wind on the moon," two treasure buried with King Arthur and his
sisters engage in a series of adventures, which Knights. See also The Hill Road (1968) and A
include turning themselves into kangaroos; free- Game of Dark (1971).
ing a falcon and a puma from the zoo; and, in Milne, A. A. The House At Pooh Corner; illus. by
their natural form, rescuing their father from a Ernest H. Shepard. Dutton, 1961. (Grades 1-6)
dungeon in Bombardy (a country where Bombast This is the continuation of adventures begun
is spoken). in Winnie-the-Pooh. These stories about a small
Lively, Penelope. The Ghost of Thomas Kempe; boy and his toys are contained together in The
World of Pooh (1957).
illus. by Antony Maitland. Button, 1973. (Grades
4-7) Nesbit, E. The Complete Book of Dragons; illus. by
Aseventeenth-century sorcerer, released Erik Blegvad. Hamish Hamilton (London), 1972.
from his imprisonment, proceeds to harass a (Grades 2-5)
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All but one of these stories first appeared in Pope, Elizabeth Marie. The Perilous Card; illus. by
1900 as The Book of Dragons. Original and Richard Cuffari. Houghton Mifflin, 1974.
humorous, these stories turn traditional dragon (Grades 5-9)
lore on its head. Ancient elvish rule permeates the town and
Elvenwood Hall, commonly known as the Peri-
Nesbit, E. The Enchanted Castle; illus. by H. R.
lous Card. Kate, a daring and intelligent girl,
Millar. Benn (London), 1956. (Grades 3-7) becomes entangled with this hidden world in a
A ring, discovered by four children, has such conflict that engages her entire being.
unusual magical properties that a number of
disconcerting predicaments occur before they Preussler, Otfried. The Satanic Mill; tr. By Anthea
understand its true nature. Bell.Macmillan, 1973. (Grades 5-9)
The Story of the Amulet; illus. by H. R. A highly dramatic and symbolic story about
Nesbit, E.
the hold of evil over men. The climactic scene is
Millar. Benn (London), 1957. (Dover, 1965).
an adaptation of the folktale motif in which a
(Grades 3-5)
The amazing adventures that befell the chil- prisoner of the fairies is rescued by a mortal.
dren in Five Children and It and The Phoenix Howard. The Wonder Clock; or, Four and
Pyle,
and the Carpet reach a dramatic climax when,
Twenty Marvelous Tales, Being One for Each
through the power of the Amulet, the children Hour of the Day; illus. by the author. Harper,
are whisked off to ancient Egypt in the time of
1915.
the Pharaohs. Published in 1906, this is one of
In his own inimitable way, the author has told
the first fantasies written for children which
these stories based on old tales and legends.
deals with Time.
Pepper and Salt is equally well liked.
Norton, Mary. The Borrowers; illus. by Beth and
Joe Krush. Harcourt, 1953. (Grades 4-7) Ruskin, John. The King of the Golden River; illus.
The author has succeeded admirably in creat- by Fritz Kredel; introduction by May Lamberton
ing a miniature world of tiny people no taller Becker. World, 1946 (Rainbow Classics). (Grades
than a pencil who live in quiet old houses and 4-6)
skillfully "borrow" what they need. The delight-
Written in Scotland in 1841 when the author
ful adventures are continued in The Borrowers was twenty-two, this classic fairy story tells how
Afield and The Borrowers Afloat. See also Bed-
a family inheritance lost by cruelty was regained
knob and Broomstick. The four stories are now by love.
available in The Complete Adventures of the
Saint-Exupery, Antoine de. The Little Prince; tr.
Borrowers.
from the French by Katherine Woods; illus. by
O'Brien, Robert. Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of the author. Harcourt, 1943. (Grades 3-5)
NIMH; illus. by Zena Bernstein. Atheneum, With exquisite imagery, the poet-aviator
1971. (Grades 4-7) shares his vision of life through the adventures
A highly intelligent and resourceful rat civili- of a little prince who visited our world from his
zation is colonized by some escapees from a own tiny planet.
laboratory where they had been injected with a
substance to make them the equal of man. Sandburg, Carl. Rootabaga Stories; illus. by Maud
and Miska Petersham. Harcourt, n.d. (Grades
Ormondroyd, Edward. Time at the Top; illus. by 3-4)
Peg gie Bach. Parnassus, 1963. (Grades 4-6) Unique nonsense stories combine fantasy and
Susan Shaw's life is touched with magic realism of the American Middle West.
whim she rides an elevator and finds herself in
the late 19th century in the home of two children Sauer, Julia L. Fog Magic; illus. by Lynd Ward.
who need help. Crises, humor, and magic are Viking, 1943. (Grades 4-6)
hardled with adroitness. All in Good Time A richly imaginative story in which the author
(1975) is the sequel. See also Castaways on has skillfully fused two worlds, the present and
Lor.g Ago (1973). that of a century ago. Greta is a very real little
girl and the 100-year-old village of Blue Cove,
Pearc Philippa. Tom 's Midnight Garden; illus. by
3,
Susan Einzig. Lippincott, 1959. (Grades 5-7) Nova Scotia, which she finds in the heart of the
r
'om discovers at midnight a Victorian garden fog, seems equally convincing.
tha: does not exist in the daytime. A quiet, The Cricket in Times Square;
Seldon, George.
my iterious story, beautifully written. illus. byGarth Williams. Farrar, Straus &
Pican ,
Barbara Leonie. The Lady of the Linden Giroux, 1960. (Grades 3-6)
Trt e; illus. by Charles Stewart. Criterion, 1962. An engaging fantasy of a country cricket
(Gr ides 3-5) transported to Times Square in a picnic basket.
Original fairy tales full of mystery and en- Read more adventures of Cricket in Tucker's
cha ntment. Companion volumes are The Faun Countryside (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1969).
am the Woodcutter's Daughter and The Gold- See also The Genie of Sutton Place (1973) and
fim h Garden. Harry Cat's Pet Puppy (1974).
1004 THE STORIED WORLD
Sendak, Maurice. Higglety Pigglety Pop! or There Quillow; The White Deer; and The Thirteen
Must Be More to Life; illus. by the author. Clocks.
Harper & Row, 1967. (Grades 3-6) Tolkien, John R. R. The Hobbit;illus. by the au-
The rambling adventures of Jennie, a Sealy- thor. Houghton Mifflin, 1938.
(Grades 5-8)
ham dog, who finally finds happiness as the A rich imaginative tale, with roots deep in
leading lady of The World Mother Goose Theatre.
Anglo-Saxon folklore, of a hobbit on a magnifi-
Sharp, Margery. The Rescuers; illus. by Garth cent adventure to recover a treasure of gold
Williams. Little, Brown, 1959. (Grades 4-6) guarded by Smaug, the dragon. Older boys and
A beguiling fantasy about three mice who girls who like heroic romance will enjoy reading
rescue a Norwegian poet from the grim prison, the three books comprising the fabulous allegory
the Black Castle. Followed by Miss Bianca; The The Lord of the Rings.
Turret; and Miss Bianca in the Salt Mines.
Travers, Pamela L. Mary Poppins; illus. by Mary
Singer, Isaac Bashevis. Mazel and Shlimazel, or Shepard. Harcourt, 1934. (Grades 4-6)
The Milk of a Lioness; tr. from the Yiddish by Ever since the day Mary Poppins blew in with
the author and Elizabeth Shub; illus. by Margot an east wind and slid up the banister to the
Zemach. Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1967. (Grades nursery of the Banks children, life became
3-5) touched with fun and magic. Followed by Mary
Acontest between good luck and bad luck is Poppins Comes Back; Mary Poppins Opens the
told in the tradition of the folktale. See also The Door; and Mary Poppins in the Park. Maria
Fearsome Inn; illus. by Nonny Hogrogian Poppina is a Latin version of Mary Poppins
(Scribner, 1967). from A to Z, a collection of twenty-six episodes
about Mary Poppins and the characters of the
Smith, Agnes. An Edge of the Forest; illus. by
earlier books.
Roberta Moynihan. Viking, 1959. (Grades 4-7)
Sent into the forest by a crazed sheep dog, a
Uttley, Alison. A Traveler in Time; illus. by Chris-
young black lamb is looked after by a black tine Price. Viking, 1964. (Grades 5-9)
leopardess, suckled by a doe, counseled by an
Penelope transcends time and history and
owl, befriended by a mouse. Gently philosophic, home in the days of
finds herself in her ancestral
this story treats of death, love, and change. New
Queen Elizabeth I.
edition, Westwind Press, 1974.
Smith, Dodie. The Hundred and One Dalmatians; White, Elwyn Brooks. Charlotte's Web; illus. by
illus. by Janet and Anne Grahame-Johnstone.
Garth Williams. Harper & Row, 1952. (Grades
Viking, 1957. (Grades 3-7) 4-6)
A melodramatic story of villainy and the mass Only E. B. White could have written this story
of Charlotte the spider, Wilbur the pig, and a
kidnapping of Dalmations, which is finally foiled
little girl who could talk to animals.
by the parents of a kidnapped litter. Followed by
The Starlight Barking (1968).
White, T. H. Mistress Masham's Repose. Jonathan
Mary Q. Journey Outside;
Steele, illus. by Rocco Cape (London), 1947. (Grades 5-12)
Negri. Viking, 1969. (Grades 4-7) Descendants of Dean Swift's Lilliputians, de-
A highly symbolic story of a boy's escape from scribed by him in Gulliver's Travels, are discov-
the underground circling travels of his people ered by a young girl who then has to cope with
and his discovery of the earth outside. her power as a giant. The issue of human free-
The Bee-Man of Orn; illus. by dom lies squarely in the center of this adventur-
Stockton, Frank R.
Maurice Sendak. Holt, 1964. (Grades 4-8) ous fantasy in which Maria and the People join
forces to outwit her scheming governess and evil
Maurice Sendak's period drawings and pref-
ace add interest to the story. See also The Griffin guardian.
and the Minor Canon.
White, T. H. The Sword in the Stone; decorations
Swift, Jonathan. Gulliver's Travels; revised and by the author; end papers by Robert Lawson.
slightly abridged; illus. by Aldren Watson. Gros- Putnam, 1939. (Grades 5-12)
set & Dunlap, n.d. (Grades 5-9) A humorous version of the childhood of King
Published as a satire for adults in 1726, the Arthur when he was affectionately called the
book has been enjoyed as a fairy story by chil- Wart. His tutor, Merlyn, magically transports
dren for generations. him into one adventure after another where he
serves his apprenticeship at being a hero.
Thurber, James. Many Moons; illus. by Louis Slo-
bodkin. Harcourt, 1943. (Grades 2-4) Wrightson, Patricia. The Nargun and the Stars.
There is a rare quality of tenderness and Atheneum, 1974 (A Margaret K. McElderry
wisdom in this delicate fantasy of the little prin- book). (Grades 5-9)
cess who wanted the moon. The sensitive draw- A primeval monster, almost indistinguishable
ings catch the mood of the story. Awarded the from earth, moves with relentless destructive-
Caldecott medal in 1944. See also The Great ness toward an Australian home as a young boy
FANTASY 1005
and his cousins try to find a way of diverting it. Vol. 40, Oct. 1964, pp. 459-472. Also in The
See also Down to Earth (Harcourt, 1965). Green and Burning Tree, by Eleanor Cameron.
Little, Brown, 1969.
Young, The Unicorn with the Silver Shoes;
Ella.
"Doctor Dolittle: His Life and Work," by Helen
illus. by Robert Lawson. Longmans, 1957. Dean Fish. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 24,
(Grades 6-8) Sept.-Oct. 1948, pp. 339-346.
In rhythmic prose the Irish poet tells the tale
of Bailor, the King's son, and his adventures in "Ella Young's Unicorns and Kyelins," by Anne
the Land of the Ever Young. Wit, laughter, and Eaton. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 9, pp.
the wonder of childhood are in these stories, 115-120.
which were told long ago in Dublin for the "Fantasy and English Children," by Lois Shochet.
children of "AE." Top of the News, Vol. 24, April 1968, pp. 311-
320.
"The Flat-Heeled Muse," by Lloyd Alexander. The
Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 41, April 1965, pp.
References for Adults 141-146.
"The Ghost of Thomas Kempe," by Penelope Live-
ly. The Junior Bookshelf, Vol. 38, June 1974,
Books
pp. 143-145.
Cameron, Eleanor. The Green and Burning Tree; "High Fantasy: a Wizard of Earthsea," by Eleanor
on the Writing and Enjoyment of Children's Cameron. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 47,
Books. Little, Brown, 1969.
April 1971, pp. 129-138.
Section I, Fantasy, pp. 3-134.
"I Like Fairy Tales," by Wanda Gag. The Horn
Crouch, Marcus. The Nesbit Tradition; the Chil- Book Magazine, Vol. 15, March-April 1939, pp.
dren's Novel in England, 1945-1970. Rowman 75-80.
& Littlefield, 1972.
"Identifications and Identities," by Lloyd Alexan-
Essays Presented to Charles Williams. Oxford der. Wilson Library Bulletin, Vol. 45, Oct. 1970.
University Press, 1947. pp. 144-148.
"On Fairy Tales," by J. R. R. Tolkien, pp.
38-90; "On Stories," by C. S. Lewis, pp. 90-105. "James Thurber and the Art of Fantasy," by C. S.
Holmes. Yale Review, Vol. 55, Oct. 1965, pp.
Field, ElinorWhitney, ed. Horn Book Reflections 17-33.
on Children's Books and Reading. The Horn
Book, 1969. "Mary Norton and 'The Borrowers'," by Nigel
Section V, Fantasy, Yesterday and Today, pp. Hand. Children's Literature in Education, No.
203-249; Section VI, People and Places, pp. 7, March 1972, pp. 38-55.
2521-290.
"The Narrative Art of Penelope Lively," by David
Fryati:, Norma R. A Horn Book Sampler; on Chil- Rees. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 51, Febru-
dren's Books and Reading. The Horn Book, ary 1975, pp. 17-25.
1959. "
"The Nightwatchmen' and 'Charlie and the Choc-
Section IV, What Fairy Tales Mean to a Child:
olate Factory' as Books To Be Read to Children,"
"Cinderella in Ireland," by R. A. Warren; "Ani-
mals in Fairyland," by Alice M. Jordan; "What by Anne Merrick. Children's Literature in Edu-
cation, No. 16, Spring 1975, pp. 21-30.
Fairy Tales Meant to a Turkish Child," by Selma
Ekrem. "The Novels of Philippa Pearce," by David Rees.
Children's Literature in Education, No. 4,
Green Roger Lancelyn. Tellers of Tales. Rewritten
,
and rev. ed. Edmund Ward, 1965. March 1971, pp. 40-53.
inc and Criticism, a Book for Margery Bianco. Lewis. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 42, Oct.
Th.;Horn Book, 1951. 1966, pp. 542-547.
>t. I, Margery Bianco, Her Life and Work; Pt.
"Realism Plus Fantasy Equals Magic," by Roger W.
Selections from Margery Bianco: "Our
II, Drury- The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 48, April
Youngest Critics"; "The Stories of Hans Ander- 1972, pp. 113-119.
ser "; "De la Mare."
"Substance and Fantasy," by Lloyd Alexander. Li-
brary Journal, Vol. 91, Dec. 15, 1966, pp. 6157-
Articl 3S
6159.
"The Weak Place in the Cloth; a Study of Fantasy Mackail, Denis. Barrie; the Story of J. M. B.
for Children," by Jane Langton. Part I in The Scribner, 1941.
Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 49, Oct. 1973, pp.
433-441; Part II in Vol. 49, Dec. 1973, pp. 570-
579. Lucy Boston
"Wells of Fantasy 1865-1965," by D. MacCann. "A Message from Green Knowe," by Lucy M. Bos-
Wilson Library Bulletin, Vol. 40, Dec. 1965, pp. ton. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 39, June
334-343. 1963, pp. 259-264.
"West Country Magic," by Elizabeth Goudge. The "A Nip of Otherness, LikeLife; the Novels of Lucy
Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 23, March 1947, pp. Boston," by Sidney Robbins. Children's Litera-
100-103. ture in Education, No. 6, Nov. 1971, pp. 5-16.
"When the Magic Has to Stop," by Janet McNeill. Rose, Jasper. Lucy Boston. Walck, 1966 (A Walck
The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 48, Aug. 1972, Monograph).
pp. 337-342.
"Who's Lloyd Alexander?" by Ann Durell. The
Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 45, Aug. 1969, pp. Lewis Carroll
382-384.
Ayers, Harry Morgan. Carroll's Alice. Columbia
University, 1936.
Hans Christian Andersen Carroll, Lewis, pseud. The Annotated Alice; Al-
ice's Adventures in Wonderland &
Through the
Andersen, Hans Christian. The Story of My Life. Looking Glass; illus. by John Tenniel; introduc-
Riverside Press, 1871. tion and notes by Martin Gardner. Clarkson N.
Randall Jarrell
Clark, Leonard. Walter de la Mare. Walck, 1961 (A
Walck Monograph).
Lowell, Robert, Peter Taylor, and Robert Penn
Reid, Forrest. Walter de la Mare; a Critical Study. Warren. Randall Jarrell. Farrar, Straus &
Faber & Faber (London), 1929. Giroux, 1967.
Walter de la Mare Issue, The Horn Book Magazine,
Vol. 33, Oct. 1957, pp. 195-247. Rudyard Kipling
1963, pp. 459-469. Also in Of Other Worlds, by Helms, Randel. Tolkien's World. Houghton Mif-
C. S. Lewis, pp. 29-32. flin, 1974.
"The Elvish Art of Enchantment; an Essay on J. R. "The Heroes of Childhood, a Note on Nannies," by
P. L. Travers. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol.
R. Tolkien's Tree and Leaf, and on Mr. Tolkien's
Other Distinguished Contributions to Imagi- 11, May 1935, pp. 147-155.
native Literature," by Loren Eiseley. The Horn "A with Mary Poppins and P. L. Travers," by
Visit
Book Magazine, Vol. 41, Aug. 1965, pp. 364- R. R. Lingeman. New York Times Magazine,
367. Dec. 25, 1966, pp. 12-13.
part
Chan
Worlds
1011
In this high-powered world where frontiers of science and space are being
constantly changed, where nations are being formed and divided, where
the balances in nature are being upset, where people are living in fluctuat-
ing relationships, the book of fact has a mission to perform. How are all
these books to be regarded, how evaluated? Content is an obvious and
important element, but it cannot be of much value without a writer. It is the
writer's point of view, the writer's involvement, reflected in style, selection,
and organization, that makes the difference between a book that simply
discharges the information and one that arouses the reader to still another
level. When the first Newbery award was made in 1922, it was given to a
work of nonfiction, The Story of Mankind by Hendrik Willem Van Loon.
Since that time, books of nonfiction have received short shrift from those
who award prizes and praises. That this is a serious neglect of an important
field is expressed by Milton Meltzer: "Imagination, invention, selection,
language, form these are just as important to the making of a good book
of biography, history, or science as to the making of a piece of fiction." 1
Few presentations may be as impassioned as Rachel Carson's, few lives
shown with the clarity of Anne Frank's, few adventures and travels as
significant as Darwin's. Yet it is some degree of excitement and candor,
some feeling about the content that must permeate the book of fact if it is to
engage the reader in a profound way. Facts themselves have their own
attractions. Children are drawn to wonders in the real world, to dinosaurs
and volcanoes, to tidal waves and baseball pitchers, to the odd and
astounding bits of information compiled in Guinness' Book of World Rec-
ords. This free-roaming curiosity has a way of providing accidental
discoveries that sometimes play a crucial role in life.
The child reader of today has a vast field to explore, books of science that
are specific enough to be about a single insect or animal, books that reveal
the world through a microscope or from the distance of a space capsule.
The past is being rediscovered, literally in archaelogical excavations, and
1. From "Where Do All The Prizes Go? The Case for Nonfiction," by Milton
Meltzer. The Horn Book Magazine, Vol. 52, Feb. 1976, p. 18.
1012 CHANCING WORLDS
Biography
Cambridge, 1929.
1014 CHANCING WORLDS
Anne Frank. That these two lives are presented in autobiographies may
augment their appeal. Anne Frank's writing has the immediacy of her day
to day living; it also has the emotional power that comes from writing out of
her own need, writing to the friend that she transformed her diary (Dear
Kitty) into, writing directly to the reader with an unsparing honesty. Helen
Keller's autobiography, on the other hand, is more apt to be reached after
children have read about her in a biography. One child made a point of
asking for the book that told about Helen "in her own words." Apparently
this child knew that it was possible to get closer to the feeling of what it was
like to be Helen Keller than she had been able to in the biography she had
read.
interpret children's response to these works as simply an interest in
To
deaf and dumb persons or curiosity about the tactics and stratagems in
hiding from the Nazis is to avoid the emotional substance of each life.
When Helen Keller, after telling about the revelation of the mystery of
language, says that she went to bed that night and, for the first time, longed
for a new day to come, who cannot feel that moment with her? Who can
step into Anne Frank's world and not be moved by her telling "all kinds of
things that lie buried deep in my heart"? This kind of first-hand telling is
intrinsically powerful, but only insofar as the teller is a gifted writer.
Although Anne Frank was a child, she was neither untutored nor insensi-
tive. Her ability to see herself and others, to create for herself a friend that
has become all her readers, was unusual, no matter what her circum-
stances. So it is with the other autobiographical segments in this anthology;
they have been chosen because of the writers' ability to reveal emotional
qualities and to present situations in which children, as readers, can place
themselves.
Biography, however, need suffer no diminution in power when compared
to autobiography, especially when the subject has been selected for the
worth of the person and the kinds of problems faced, and when the writer
has a deep regard and respect for that person. Writing a good biography is a
fine art, demanding the skills of a research scholar and the narrative
technique of a fiction writer. Truth and objectivity are ideals, but the reality
is that every observation, every choice of material comes through the
writer. Ideal also is the biography in which all dialogue is quoted from
written sources, either written by the person or in some first-hand account.
Although this is not impossible, there are often crucial scenes in which the
writer has to piece together, using circumstantial evidence, what reasona-
bly can be assumed to have happened or been said. Neither an outright
fabrication, nor a verbatim report, a re-created scene of this sort is part of
the art of the biographer and depends for its integrity on the depth of the
biographer's scholarship. One of the selections in this chapter describes
Sojourner Truth's confrontation of her master. The writer has dialogue for
them both; she even notes the raising of an eyebrow on the master's face.
Presenting this incident so that her readers can visualize the scene imposes
on Jacqueline Bernard the responsibility of being her own "authority." The
filling out with detail is based on her sense of proportion, on what she does
know of the events in Sojourner's life. In her author's note, Bernard states:
"In telling it, wherever possible, I have used actual conversations as
originally spoken and recorded in the primary sources." Whatever is
invented in this biography is done so in such a restrained manner that the
imagination of the reader is engaged and sends out its own wondering
BIOGRAPHY 1015
What I liked most were adventure stories that took me out of my skin.
And biographies. I was always trying on a new hero for size explorer,
tennis star, reporter, detective. One day I looked up from a book and
realized that what I was feeling inside, in my own private world, was
astonishingly like what people everywhere felt whether they lived
yesterday or a hundred or a thousand years ago. This fear, hope,
shame, love, it wasn't happening only to me. Maybe there was
something of me in everyone, and something of everyone in me.
This strong, humanizing tie between self and others accounts for the deep
satisfaction felt in reading biographies. Lives are spread out in a way that
permits them to be seen in their entirety; the events that are blocked from
view in our own lives are there linked in a causal relationship. This
perspective can be of immeasurable help when it comes to facing decisions
in one's own life, in trying to understand how others might feel, in viewing
obstacles and opportunities as part of the shaping of life.
1016 CHANGING WORLDS
The following summer, when Eric Moore was FOUR ACTS OF HENRY VIII AND MEANT TO HAVE
having mumps in London, she wrote him LEARNED ALL, BUT I CAN SAY THIS FOR MY DILI-
about a frog named Jeremy Fisher "who lived GENCE, THAT EVERY LINE WAS LEARNT IN BED.
in a little house on the bank of a river," and ... I KNOW RICHARD III RIGHT THROUGH, HENRY
who "liked getting his feet wet, nobody ever VI, FOUR-FIFTHS, RICHARD II EXCEPT THREE
scolded him, and he never caught cold." She PAGES: KING JOHN FOUR ACTS, A GOOD HALF OF
wrote Norah Moore about a mischievous little THE MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM AND THE TEM-
squirrel called Squirrel Nutkin, and how he PEST, AND HALF WAY THROUGH THE MERCHANT
lost his tail. She wrote about a cat named OF VENICE. I LEARNT SIX MORE OR LESS IN A YEAR.
Tabitha Twitchet, "who was an anxious par- NEVER FELT THE LEAST STRAINED OR SHOULD
ent," always losing her kittens. On a visit to NOT HAVE DONE IT.
her cousin Caroline Hutton in Gloucester, she
heard a story about a tailor who had left a Canon Rawnsley, when he saw her, still
coat cut out one night and found it mysteri- called her Miss Mycologist, but he had given
ously finished in the morning, and this so up begging her to do the mushroom book.
fascinated her that she wove a story about the They both realized this would take more sci-
tailor which she sent to little Freda Moore entific training than she had. She did send a
with a letter: paper on the "Germination of the Spores of
Agaricineae" to the Linnaean Society when
MY DEAR FREDA: she was thirty-one years old, but she did not
BECAUSE YOU ARE FOND OF FAIRYTALES, AND read it herself.
HAVE BEEN ILL, I HAVE MADE YOU A STORY ALL But now Canon Rawnsley was asking her
FOR YOURSELF A NEW ONE THAT NOBODY HAD
HEARD BEFORE.
why she didn't do what he had suggested a
long time ago: make a book of her dressed-up
Needless to say, the children were delighted. animal characters?
Seven more years went by. Beatrix contin- Beatrix became interested. She remem-
ued working in the two museums. She went bered how the Moore children had loved the
to art exhibitions. She collected and painted
animal pictures she had sent them in letters.
mushrooms. She collected fossils, too, during Perhaps it was natural for children to like
summer holidays, and took up her father's pictures of little animals.
"Do stories go with the pictures?" the
hobby of photography. But where he usually
photographed his friends and well-to-do ac-
Canon asked her.
quaintances, she liked to take pictures of "Mostly."
animals and country scenes and farm cot- "Which pictures and story do you like the
best?"
tages Twice she visited her brother in Scot-
land, where Bertram still caught terrible "Well, perhaps the one about Peter Rabbit
colds but didn't mind because he loved the that I wrote for little Noel Moore."
Scottish country so much. He had two good "Then put the story and pictures into shape
servants who took care of him. He farmed. He and I'll give you the name of a publisher."
painted. Beatrix envied him his indepen-
"A publisher! Goodness! But, oh dear."
dence .
"Oh dear what?"
All these activities kept her very busy. At "I just don't think it's likely Noel would
the e] id of one summer's holiday she wrote: have kept that story about Peter Rabbit. After
wrote him that letter let's see now
all, I
IAM ir ERY SORRY INDEED TO COME AWAY, BUT I about eight years ago."
HAVE DONE A GOOD SUMMER'S WORK. ... MY PHO- "Find out," said the Canon.
TOGR/.PHY WAS NOT SATISFACTORY, BUT I MADE Beatrix wrote to Noel immediately and he
ABOU FORTY CAREFUL DRAWINGS OF FUNGUSES
^
wrote back. Of course he had kept the letter
AND C OLLECTED SOME INTERESTING FOSSILS. . . . about Peter. He had kept all her letters.
FOR T IE REST, I READ SUNDRY OLD NOVELS, SOME A month later, Beatrix sent The Tale of
OF WI ICH HAD READ BEFORE. I ALSO LEARNED
I Peter Rabbit to seven publishers, one after
1018 CHANCING WORLDS
another. All seven turned it down. However, when I once earned a whole ruble one hun-
one publisher, Frederick Warne & Company, dred kopecks!
wrote a polite and even slightly encouraging I no longer remember exactly how I came
letter with their refusal. to earn that ruble, but I think it happened
Still, a refusal it was. something like this: A man had ordered a pair
So Beatrix decided to be her own publisher. of kidskin boots from a shoemaker, but upon
Encouraged by Canon Rawnsley, she drew delivery they proved to be either too tight or
what seemed like a very large sum out of her too loose. The man refused to accept them,
Post Office savings account, and got in touch and the shoemaker brought him to my fa-
with a printer whose name was given to her ther's rabbinical court. Father sent me to
by Miss Woodward. The book should be small, another shoemaker to ask him to appraise the
Beatrix decided, with only one or two sen- value of the boots or perhaps even to buy
tences on each page and a picture every time them, since he also dealt in ready-made foot-
a page was turned over. wear. It so happened that the second shoe-
Except for being somewhat longer, the maker had a customer who wanted the boots
book turned out to be almost exactly like her and was prepared to pay a good price for
letter to Noel. There was one picture washed them. I do not recall all the details, but I
with color: this was old Mrs. Bunny adminis- remember that I carried a pair of brand-new
tering camomile tea to her disobedient son. boots around, and that one of the litigants
The other pictures were all black and white. rewarded mewith a ruble.
I knew that if I stayed home my parents
Isaac Bashevis Singer would ruin that ruble. They would buy me
something to wear, something I would have
A Day of Pleasure: Stories of a Boy got anyway, or they would borrow the ruble
Growing Up in Warsaw from me and though they'd never deny the
debt I would never see it again. I therefore
Isaac Bashevis Singer, known for his stories of
took the ruble and decided to indulge myself
Jewish here brings out his fine sense of irony
life,
for once in the pleasures of this world, to
and humor in the recollection of a day from his
own childhood. [From Isaac Bashevis Singer, A enjoy all those good things for which my
heart yearned.
Day of Pleasure; Stories of a Boy Crowing Up in Krochmalna
Warsaw &
I quickly passed through
(Farrar, Straus Giroux, 1969).]
Street. Here everyone knew me too well. Here
I could not afford to act the profligate. But on
A Day of Pleasure
Gnoyna Street I was unknown. I signaled to
When times were good, I would get a two- the driver of a droshky, and he stopped.
groschen piece, a kopeck, from Father or "What do you want?"
Mother every day, as every boy who went to "To ride."
cheder did. For me this coin represented all "Ride where?"
wordly pleasures. Across the street was "To the other streets."
Esther's candy store, where one could buy "What other streets?"
chocolates, jelly beans, ice cream, caramels, "To Nalewki Street."
and all sorts of cookies. Since I had a weak- "That costs forty groschen. Have you got
ness for drawing with colored pencils, which the money to pay?"
cost money, a kopeck proved not nearly so I showed him the ruble.
large a coin as Father and Mother made it out "But you'll have to pay me in advance."
to be. There were times when I was forced to I gave the driver the ruble. He tried bend-
borrow money from a cheder classmate, a ing it to see if it was counterfeit. Then he
young usurer who demanded interest. For gave me my change four forty-groschen
every four groschen, I paid a groschen a pieces. I got into the droshky. The driver
week. cracked his whip and I almost fell off the
Now imagine the indescribable joy I felt bench. The seat under me bounced on its
BIOGRAPHY 1019
I felt that I had suddenly assumed the impor- This coachman was honest. He took me to
tance of an adult. God in heaven, if I could the address and did not ask for the money in
only ride like this for a thousand years, by day advance. On the way another droshky rode
and by night, without stop, to the ends of the alongside ours; inside sat a lady with an
earth . . . enormous bosom and a big hat decorated with
But the driver turned out to be a dishonest an ostrich feather. My driver chatted with the
man. When we had gone only halfway, he other driver. Both spoke Yiddish, which the
stopped and said, "Enough. Get down!" lady did not like at all. Even less did she like
"But this is not Nalewki Street!" I argued. the little passenger with the black velvet hat
"Do you want a taste of my whip?" he and the red earlocks. She threw angry looks at
answered. me. From time to time both droshkies stopped
Oh, if only I were Samson the Strong, I'd to let a trolley car or a heavily laden wagon
know know take care of such a bandit, such
to pass by. A policeman standing near the trol-
a clod! I would pulverize him, chop him into ley tracks stared at me, at the lady, seemed
little pieces! But I am only a small weak boy, for a minute about to come over and arrest
and he is cracking his whip. me and then began to laugh. I was terribly
I down, shamed and dejected. But how
got afraid. I was afraid of God, of my mother and
long can you mourn when you have four father, and I was also afraid a hole had
droshky and the driver asked where I wanted hind the gate there lurked a gigantic dog. He
to go, I reallywanted to say, "Krochmalna looked at me with a pair of knowing eyes that
Street.
'
But someone inside of me, an invisi- seemed to say: "You may fool the coachman,
1020 CHANCING WORLDS
but not me. I know you have no business when I told the coachman I was an orphan,
here." And he opened a mouth full of sharp, but at the very moment when I said it I was in
pointed teeth. truth orphaned. Perhaps I had no father, no
Suddenly the janitor appeared. "And what mother, no home. Perhaps my face had
do you want?" changed, like that of the man in the story-
I tried to stammer something, but he book, and when I got home Father and Moth-
shouted at me, "Get away from here!" er would not recognize me. Anything was
And he began to chase me with a broom. I possible!
started to run, and the dog let out a savage A boy saw me and stopped me. "Where are
howl. The droshky driver was probably a wit- you coming from? Your mother has been
ness to my shame but against a broom, a looking for you everywhere!"
janitor, and a dog, a small boy cannot be a "I was in Praga I rode on a trolley," I
hero. said, telling lies now just for the sake of lying.
Things were not going well for me, but I Because once you have eaten without a bless-
stillhad some money left. And with money ing and committed other sins, then you can do
one can find pleasures anywhere. I saw a anything it no longer matters.
fruit store and went in. I ordered the first fruit "Who did you visit in Praga?"
I saw, and when it came to paying, my money "My aunt."
was just barely enough. I parted with my last "Since when do you have an aunt in
groschen. Praga?"
I no longer remember what kind of fruit it "She just came to Warsaw."
was. It must have been a pomegranate or "Go on, you're fibbing. Your mother is look-
something equally exotic. I could not peel it, ing for you. Swear you were in Praga."
and when I ate it, it had a poisonous taste. I swore falsely too. Then I went home,
Nevertheless I devoured it all. But then I was tired, sweating a lost soul. I pounced upon
overcome by a horrible thirst. My throat was the water faucet and began to drink, to drink.
parched and burning. I had only one desire Thus must Esau have devoured the mess of
to drink. Oh, if only I had money now! I could pottage for which he sold his birthright.
have emptied a gallon of soda water! But I Mother wrung her hands. "Just look at that
had nothing and, furthermore, I was far from child!"
home.
I started to walk home. I walked and sud-
denly I felt my
a nail in boot. It pierced my Peter Brock Putnam
flesh at every step. How did the nail happen to
Peter, the Revolutionary Tsar
be there just then? stepped into a gateway.
I
Here there were no dogs and no janitors. I The youth of Tsar Peter was a clear presage of the
took off the boot. Inside, right through the man that was to be. Here, at the age of eleven, his
inner sole, a pointy nail was sticking up. I physical stature, curiosity, and impulsive energy
stuifed some paper into the boot and set out give a sharp impression of the forces that were to
again. Oh, how bitter it is to walk when an continue in him as a man. [From Peter Brock
iron nail pricks you at every step! And how Putnam, Peter, the Revolutionary Tsar (Harper &
bitter it must be to lie on a bed of nails in Row, 1973).]
Gehenna! This day I had committed many
sins. I had said no blessing before eating the
candy, I had not given even one groschen of
Palace Ceremonies and Boyhood Games
all my money to the poor. I had only gorged
Preobrazhensky was only three miles from
myself. the Kremlin, and as a crowned Tsar, Peter
The walk home took about two hours. All had to return to the Great Hall of the palace
manner of frightening thoughts beset me as I from time to time to take part in ceremonies
walked. Perhaps something terrible had hap- and grant audiences along with his brother
pened at home. Perhaps I had not been lying Ivan. It was customary for new rulers to
BIOGRAPHY 1021
confirm the treaties made by their predeces- and had employed hundreds of grooms and
sors. For this purpose, the boy Tsars received huntsmen for the purpose. It was natural for
a series of embassies. people to think of Peter's play regiments as
A delegate with the Swedish mission de- only another variety of royal amusement. No
scribed Peter at the age of eleven. Both Tsars one took them seriously. General Patrick Gor-
wore robes of silver woven with red- don, a Scot in the Muscovite service who
and- white flowers. Their caps, robes, and would later become one of Peter's most
long golden staffs glittered with diamonds, trusted generals, mentioned Peter's marches
emeralds, and other precious stones. Peter condescendingly as "military ballets."
was so large for his age that the writer mis- Yet the games were a healthy outlet for
took him for sixteen. He had "a frank and Peter's abundant energy. Instead of assum-
open face." His "great beauty and lively man- ing personal command, he took the title of
ner" contrasted with the simpleminded Bombardier and shared fully in the life of his
Ivan's dullness and dejection. When it came comrades. He ate the same food, lived in the
time to ask the ceremonial questions, Ivan same quarters, and marched in the ranks on
"hindered the proceedings through not under- expeditions that ranged as far as the Troitsa
standing what was going on," while Peter Monastery, forty miles away. He loved the
jumped up and "had to be pulled back until rough life of the camp. It developed him
the elder brother had a chance of speaking." physically, and sharing the same hut or tent
The next year, a Saxon doctor described with his comrades at night eased the night-
Peter as friendly, gracious, and remarkably mares that had haunted him since the
good-looking. He had "a beauty that gains the Streltsy riots.
heart of all who see him and a mind which, Preobrazhensky means "transformation"
even in its early years, did not find its like." or "transfiguration," and during the years
The Dutch minister was equally flattering. there, Peter developed an attitude radically
"His stature is great, and his mien is fine. different from that of his ancestors. The view
. He grows visibly and advances as much
. . from the camp at Preobrazhensky was far
in intelligence and understanding." He broader than from the Great Hall of the
showed "such a strong preference for military Kremlin. The life style of Peter's formative
pursuits that, when he comes of age, we may years was in sharp contrast to the slow-
surely expect from him brave actions and moving ritual that governed the daily routine
heroic deeds." of earlier Tsars. He took to wearing clothes
In Preobrazhensky, Peter was playing sol- that offered his restless body freedom of
dier with energy and enthusiasm. This was movement and came to hate his ceremonial
no game with toys. His attendants served as vestments. His appetite was always raven-
live soldiers. They were dressed in uniforms ous, and he learned to eat peasant food with
and equipped with weapons sent from the peasant manners, using his fingers more
Kremlin. After his eleventh birthday, he was often than not. He craved physical activity
permitted real brass cannon, and a German and avoided the confinement of the court
artillery officer showed him how to fire sa- whenever he could.
lutes. He ordered drummer boys and became He had a talent for working with his hands.
an ex oert drummer himself. He expanded his His powerful physique was an asset at the
force? into a full regiment and then two. He forge and anvil, and he was as dexterous as
recru ted the sons of great boyars along with he was strong. He became expert with the
youths of humble origin, and he employed turning lathe. He learned to operate a print-
"Gerr lan" officers to train his companions in ing press and to bind books. Instinctively, he
western military methods. tried his hand at every skill that came to his
Peter and his friends referred to the regi- attention, and was not satisfied until he had
ment; as "the Guards," but in Moscow, they mastered it. His early education had lacked
were ailed "the amusement grooms." Peter's discipline, but his extraordinary curiosity led
fathe: Tsar Alexis, had been an avid hunter
,
him to return to his studies with new energy.
1022 CHANCING WORLDS
He heard that in Europe they had an in- Timmermann said that such boats could sail
strument that could measure distances from against the wind. Peter wanted to put it in the
far away, and he asked Prince Dolgoruky, water at once, but it required repairing first.
who was about to leave on an embassy to Fortunately, there was living in the German
Paris, to bring him one of these wonderful Suburb an old Dutch shipwright named Kar-
devices. The Prince agreed, and in May, sten Brandt, brought to Russia by Peter's
1688, shortly before Peter's sixteenth birth- father. Brandt was sent for, and while Peter
day, he returned with an astrolabe. The watched in fascination, the old man caulked
youthful Tsar was delighted by the gleaming the seams, tarred the hull, and fitted the little
finish of its metal and the precision of the boat with a mast and sail. Then, launching it
craftmanship, but when he asked Dolgoruky in the Yauza River, Brandt showed the young
how it worked, the Prince was at a loss. The Tsar how to tack against the wind. "And
question had never even occurred to him. mighty pleasant it was to me," Peter wrote
Peter's inquiries led him to a Dutch mer- many years later.
chant, Timmermann, who was reported to His pleasure soon gave way to discontent.
have a knowledge of such things. At the Once he had the knack of sailing, the river
Tsar's request, Timmermann sighted through was too narrow for his liking. A nearby pond
the astrolabe and made some calculations. proved little better. He heard that there was a
When he had estimated the distance to a fine large lake at Peryaslavl, but it was fifty
neighboring house, a soldier was sent to pace miles beyond the Troitsa Monastery, and it
it off. The two measurements checked pre- would be hard to get his mother's permis-
cisely. Delighted, Peter asked the Dutchman sion to travel so far. Instead of telling her his
to show him how it worked. Timmermann real destination, he asked to attend a re-
answered that Peter would have to learn ligious festival at the monastery. When it
arithmetic and trigonometry first. was over, he drove the remaining distance to
He agreed, and the two set to work. Their Peryaslavl.
copy books still exist. The problems are writ- The lake was spendid. Its glittering waters
ten in Timmermann's hand. They are fol- spread out nearly as far as his eyes could see.
lowed by Peter's awkward attempts to work Rather than bring the little boat nearly a
the solutions. The figures are crude, and there hundred miles from Preobrazhensky, he sug-
are many mistakes, but successive copy gested to Brandt that they build a larger and
books show steady improvement. better ship right there. Brandt was agreeable,
The astrolabe was only the opening wedge. but once again, the Tsaritsa's consent was an
It introduced him to mathematics useful for obstacle. At first she refused, but Peter
the understanding of gunnery and fortifica- pleaded so persistently that she gave in, pro-
tion. These in turn required some knowledge vided he would wait for the celebration of his
of physics. The mathematical measurement name day on July 9. On July 10, he set off
of distances was part of mapmaking and with Brandt and several companions for his
geography. Peter got out his globe. Geography first attempt at shipbuilding.
awakened his interest in astronomy, and so it
went. The arrival of the astrolabe launched
him on a process of self -education that would Anne Frank
be lifelong.
Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl
A month later, Peter made another discov-
ery. He and some friends were poking about The security, comfort, and culture of their life
in the barn of an estate he had inherited from had to be abandoned when the Frank family went
a relative, Nikita Romanov. In a corner, they into hiding from the Nazis. The lively and detailed
found a curious boat. Instead of being flat- entries made by Anne her diary, which
Frank in
bottomed like Russian boats, it had a keel. It she addressed as "Dear Kitty," form the record of
was an English boat and may have been a gift the daily lives of these people and those who
from Queen Elizabeth to Ivan the Terrible. joined them later in hiding. Beyond this, how-
BIOGRAPHY 1023
ever, is a remarkable honesty to the writing and a across it. That is the large main office, very
perceptiveness that bring Anne alive with particu- big, very light,and very full. Elli, Miep, and
lar force. The following selections are broken in Mr. Koophuis work there in the daytime. A
time sequence to allow for a sampling of different small dark room containing the safe, a ward-
events. Reading the entire diary is the only way to robe, and a large cupboard leads to a small
appreciate this crucial period and the support somewhat dark second office. Mr. Kraler and
given the Franks by the Dutch people who main- Mr. Van Daan used to sit here, now it is only
tained their lifeline with the outside. [From Anne Mr. Kraler. One can reach Kraler's office from
Frank, Anne Frank; the Diary of a Young Girl the passage, but only via a glass door which
(Doubleday, 1952).] can be opened from the inside, but not easily
from the outside.
Thursday, 9 July, 1942 From Kraler's office a long passage goes
Dear Kitty, past the coal store, up four steps and leads to
So we walked in the pouring rain,
Daddy, the showroom of the whole building: the pri-
Mummy, andeach with a school sat-
I, vate office. Dark, dignified furniture, lino-
chel and shopping bag filled to the brim leum and carpets on the floor, radio, smart
with all kinds of things thrown together lamp, everything first-class. Next door there
anyhow. is a roomy kitchen with a hot-water faucet
We got sympathetic looks from people and a gas stove. Next door the W.C. That is
on their way to work. You could see by the first floor.
their faces how sorry they were they couldn't A wooden staircase leads from the down-
offer us a lift; the gaudy yellow star spoke for stairs passage to the next floor (B). There is a
itself. small landing at the top. There is a door at
Only when we were on the road did each end of the landing, the left one leading
Mummy and Daddy begin to tell me bits and to a storeroom at the front of the house and to
pieces about the plan. For months as many of the attics. One of those really steep Dutch
our goods and chattels and necessities of life staircases runs from the side to the other door
as possible had been sent away and they were opening on to the street (C).
sufficiently ready for us to have gone into The right-hand door leads to our "Secret
hiding of our own accord on July 16. The plan Annexe." No one would ever guess that there
had had to be speeded up ten days because of would be so many rooms hidden behind that
the call-up, so our quarters would not be so plain gray door. There's a little step in front of
well organized, but we had to make the best the door and then you are inside.
of it. The hiding place itself would be in the There is a steep staircase immediately op-
building where Daddy has his office. It will be posite the entrance (E). On the left a tiny
hard i'or outsiders to understand, but I shall passage brings you into a room which was to
explain that later on. Daddy didn't have many become the Frank family's bed-sitting-room,
peopk working for him: Mr. Kraler, Koo- next door a smaller room, study and bedroom
phuis. Miep, and Elli Vossen, a twenty-three- for the two young ladies of the family. On the
year-old typist who all knew of our arrival. right a little room without windows contain-
Mr. v ossen, Elli's father, and two boys ing the washbasin and a small W.C. compart-
worked in the warehouse; they had not been ment, with another door leading to Margot's
told. and my room. If you go up the next flight of
I w 11 describe the building: there is a large stairs and open the door, you are simply
ware? ouse on the ground floor which is used amazed that there could be such a big light
as a The front door to the house is next
s ore. room in such an old house by the canal. There
to the warehouse door, and inside the front is a gas stove in this room (thanks to the fact
door is a second doorway which leads to a that it was used as a laboratory) and a sink.
stairc ise (A). There is another door at the top This is now the kitchen for the Van Daan
of the stairs, with a frosted glass window in it, couple, besides being general living room,
which has "Office" written in black letters dining room, and scullery.
1024 CHANCING WORLDS
A tiny little corridor room will become tin iskept in the wardrobe which is full of
Peter Van Daan's apartment. Then, just as on moth and drink lemonade. We talked
balls)
the lower landing, there is a large attic. So about Peter. I told them how Peter often
there you are, I've introduced you to the strokes my cheek and that I wished he
whole of our beautiful "Secret Annexe." wouldn't as I don't like being pawed by boys.
Yours, Anne In a typical way parents have, they asked if
I couldn't get fond of Peter, because he cer-
Yesterday evening I went upstairs and ward, but that it was probably shyness, as
"visited" the Van Daans. I do so occasionally many boys who haven't had much to do with
to have a chat. Sometimes it can be quite fun. girls are like that.
Then we have some moth biscuits (the biscuit I must say that the Refuge Committee of
BIOGRAPHY 1025
the "Secret Annexe" (male section) is very weren't for them. Although they do tell me
ingenious. you what they've done now
I'll tell that I mustn't talk so much, that I must be
to get: news of us through to Mr. Van Dijk, more retiring and not poke my nose into
Travies' chief representative and a friend everything, still I seem doomed to failure. If
who has surreptitiously hidden some of our Daddy wasn't so patient, I'd be afraid I was
things for us! They typed a letter to a chemist going to turn out to be a terrific disappoint-
in South Zeeland, who does business with our ment to my parents and they are pretty leni-
firm, in such a way that he has to send the ent with me.
enclosed reply back in an addressed envelope. If I take a small helping of some vegetable
Daddy addressed the envelope to the office. I detest and make up with potatoes, the Van
When this envelope arrives from Zeeland, the Daans, and Mevrouw in particular, can't get
enclosed letter is taken out, and is replaced by over it, that any child should be so spoiled.
a message in Daddy's handwriting .as a sign "Come along, Anne, have a few more vege-
of life. Like this, Van Dijk won't become tables," she says straight away.
suspicious when he reads the note. They spe- "No, thank you, Mrs. Van Daan," I answer,
cially chose Zeeland because it is so close to "I have plenty of potatoes."
Belgium and the letter could have easily been "Vegetables are good for you, your mother
smuggled over the border, in addition no one says so too. Have a few more," she says,
is allowed into Zeeland without a special pressing them on me until Daddy comes to my
permit; so if they thought we were there, he rescue.
couldn't try and look us up. Then we have from Mrs. Van Daan "You
Yours, Anne ought to have been in our home, we were
properly brought up. absurd that Anne's
It's
so frightfully spoiled.wouldn't put up with it
I
defen 1 me stoutly. I'd have to give up if it finished. I just must tell you about another
1026 CHANGING WORLDS
quarrel, but before I start on that, something ought to give an explanation regarding the
else. reference to himself. "I don't wish to be
Why do grownups quarrel so easily, so modest in my experience it does not pay."
much, and over the most idiotic things? Up Then to me: "Take my advice, Anne, don't be
till now I thought that only children squab- too unassuming, it doesn't get you any-
bled and that that wore off as you grew up. Of where."
course, there is sometimes a real reason for a Mummy agreed with this too. But Mrs. Van
quarrel, but this is just plain bickering. I Daan had to add, as always, her ideas on the
suppose I should get used to it. But I can't nor subject. Her next remark was addressed to
do I think I shall, as long as I am the subject Mummy and Daddy. "You have a strange
of nearly every discussion (they use the word outlook on life. Fancy saying such a thing to
"discussion" instead of quarrel). Nothing, I Anne; it was very different when I was young.
repeat, nothing about me is right; my general And I feel sure that it still is, except in your
appearance, my character, my manners are modern home." This was a direct hit at the
discussed from A to Z. I'm expected (by order) way Mummy brings up her daughters.
to simply swallow all the harsh words and Mrs. Van Daan was scarlet by this time.
shouts in silence and I am not used to this. In Mummy calm and cool as a cucumber. People
fact, I can't! I'm not going to take all these who blush get so hot and excited, it is quite a
insults lying down. I'll show them that Anne handicap in such a situation. Mummy, still
Frank wasn't born yesterday. Then they'll be entirely unruffled, but anxious to close the
surprised and perhaps they'll keep their conversation as soon as possible, thought for
mouths shut when I let them see that I am a second and then said: "I find, too, Mrs. Van
going to start educating them. Shall I take up Daan, that one gets on better in life if one is
that attitude? Plain barbarism! I'm simply not overmodest. My husband, now, and Mar-
amazed again and again over their awful got, and Peter are exceptionally modest,
manners and especially stupidity (Mrs.
. . . whereas your husband, Anne, you, and I,
Van Daan's), but as soon as I get used to though not exactly the opposite, don't allow
this and it won't be long then I'll give ourselves to be completely pushed to one
them some of their own back, and no half side." Mrs. Van Daan: "But, Mrs. Frank, I
measures. Then they'll change their tune! don't understand you; I'm so very modest and
Am I really so bad-mannered, conceited, retiring, how can you think of calling me
headstrong, pushing, stupid, lazy, etc., etc., anything else?" Mummy: "I did not say you
as they all say? Oh, of course not. I have my were exactly forward, but no one could say
faults, just like everyone else, I know that, you had a retiring disposition." Mrs. Van
but they thoroughly exaggerate everything. Daan: "Let us get this matter cleared up,
Kitty, if only you knew how I sometimes once and for all. I'd like to know in what way I
boil under so many gibes and jeers. And I am pushing? I know one thing, if I didn't look
don't know how long I shall be able to stiffle after myself, I'd soon be starving."
my rage. I blow up one day.
shall just This absurb remark in self-defense just
Still, no more of bored you long
this, I've made Mummy rock with laughter. That irri-
enough with all these quarrels. But I simply tated Mrs. Van Daan, who added a string of
must tell you of one highly interesting discus- German-Dutch, Dutch-German expressions,
sion at table. Somehow or other, we got on to until she became completely tongue-tied;
the subject of Pirn's (Daddy's nickname) ex- then she rose from her chair and was about to
treme modesty. Even the most stupid people leave the room.
have to admit this about Daddy. Suddenly Suddenly her eye fell on me. You should
Mrs. Van Daan says, "I too, have an unas- have seen her. Unfortunately, at the very
suming nature, more so than my husband." moment that she turned round, I was shaking
Did you ever! This sentence in itself shows my head sorrowfully not on purpose, but
quite clearly how thoroughly forward and quite involuntarily, for I had been following
pushing she is! Mr. Van Daan thought he the whole conversation so closely.
BIOGRAPHY 1027
Mrs. Van Daan turned round and began to you. In my imagination the man who I
reel off a lot of harsh German, common, and thought was trying to get in had been growing
ill-mannered, just like a coarse, red-faced and growing in size until in the end he ap-
fishwife it was a marvelous sight. If I could peared to be a giant and the greatest fascist
draw. I'd have liked to catch her like this; it that ever walked the earth.
was a scream, such a stupid, foolish little Well! Well! Luckily everything was okay
person ! this time. Meanwhile we had great fun on
Anyhow, I've learned one thing now. You Monday. Miep and Henk spent the night here.
only really get to know people when you've Margot and I went in Mummy and Daddy's
had a jolly good row with them. Then and room for the night, so that the Van Santens
then only can you judge their true characters! could have our room. The meal tasted divine.
Yours, Anne There was one small interruption. Daddy's
lamp blew a fuse, and all of a sudden we were
sitting in darkness. What was to be done?
Tuesday, 20 October, 1942 There was some fuse wire in the house, but
Dear Kitty, the fuse box is right at the very back of the
My hand shakes, although it's two
still dark storeroom not such a nice job after
hours since we had
the shock. I should ex- dark. Still the men ventured forth and after
plain that there are five fire extinguishers in ten minutes we were able to put the candles
the house. We knew that someone was com- away again.
ing to fill them, but no one had warned us got up early this morning. Henk had to
I
when the carpenter, or whatever you call leave at half past eight. After a cozy break-
him, was coming. fast Miep went downstairs. It was pouring
The result was that we weren't making any and she was glad not to have to cycle to the
attempt to keep quiet, until I heard ham- office. Next week Elli is coming to stay for a
working for a quarter of an hour, he laid his No loss of feeling or emotion comes from the fact
hammer and tools down on top of our cup- that E. here recalling the events of her
Nesbit is
board (as we thought) and knocked at our childhood; indeed the vitality and freshness of
door. We turned absolutely white. Perhaps he her fictional writing for children flow directly
had heard something after all and wanted to from the deep imprint of such experiences.
invesligate our secret den. It seemed like it. [From E. Nesbit, Long Ago When I Was Young (F.
The knocking, pulling, pushing, and wrench- Watts, 1966).]
ing went on. I nearly fainted at the thought
that this utter stranger might discover our
beautiful secret hiding place. And just as I
Long Division
thought my last hour was at hand, heard Mr. I I spent a year in the select boarding establish-
Koopliuis say, "Open the only me."
door, it's ment for young ladies and gentlemen at
We ODened it immediately. The hook that Stamford, and venture to think that I should
I
holds the cupboard, which can be undone by have preferred a penal settlement. Miss Fair-
peopl*!who know the secret, had got jammed. field, whose school it was, was tall and pale
That #as why no one had been able to warn and dark, and I thought her as good and
us about the carpenter. The man had now beautiful as an angel. I don't know now
gone downstairs and Koophuis wanted to whether she was really beautiful, but I know
fetch Elli, but couldn't open the cupboard she was good. And her mother dear soul
again It was a great reflief to me, I can tell had a sympathy with small folk in disgrace,
1028 CHANGING WORLDS
which has written her name in gold letters on whether acorns and water would turn to
my heart. oil a miracle which I entirely believed in.
But there was another person in the house, The dinner bell rang, and I only had time
whose name I will not put down. She came hastily to conceal the doll's bath at the back of
continually between me and my adored Miss the cupboard where Miss kept her
Fairfield. She had a sort of influence over me dresses. That was Saturday.
which made it impossible for me ever to do Next day we found that Miss 's best
anything well while she was near me. Miss dress (the blue silk with the Bismarck brown
health compelled her to leave
Fair-field's gimp) had slipped from its peg and fallen in to
much Miss
to and I was, in conse-
, the doll's bath. The dress was ruined, and
quence, as gloomy a cynic as any child of my when Harry Martin and I owned up, as in
age in Lincolnshire. My chief troubles were honour bound Miss Fairfield was away in
three my hair, my hands, and my arith- London we were deprived of dinner, and
metic. had a long Psalm to learn. I don't know
My hair was never tidy I don't know why. whether punishment affects the hair, but I
Perhaps runs
it in the family for my little thought, next morning at prayers, that Har-
daughter's head is just as rough as mine used ry's tow-crop looked more like hay than ever.
to be. This got me into continual disgrace. I My hands were more compromising to me
am sure I tried hard enough to keep it tidy I than anyone would have believed who had
brushed it for fruitless hours till my little ever seen their size, for, in the winter espe-
head was so sore that it hurt me to put my hat cially, they were never clean. I can see now
on. But it never would look smooth and shiny, the little willow-patterned basin of cold hard
like Katie Martin's, nor would it curl prettily water, and smell the unpleasant little square
like the red locks of Cissy Thomas. It was of mottled soap with which I was expected to
always a rough, impossible brown mop. I got wash them. I don't know how the others
into a terrible scrape for trying to soften it by managed, but for me the result was always
an invention of my own. As we all know, the same failure; and when I presented
Burleigh House is by Stamford Town, and in myself at breakfast, trying to hide my red and
Burleigh House we children took our daily grubby little paws in my pinafore, Miss
constitutional. We played under the big oaks used to say:
there, and were bored to extinction, not be- 'Show your hands, Daisy yes, as I
cause we disliked the park, but because we thought. Not fit to sit down with young ladies
went there every day at the same hour. and gentlemen. Breakfast in the schoolroom
Now Harry Martin (he wore striped stock- for Miss Daisy.'
ings and was always losing his handkerchief) Then little Miss Daisy would shiveringly
suffered from his hair almost as much as I betake herself to the cold, bare schoolroom,
did; so when I unfolded my plan to him one where the fire had but just been kindled.
day in the park, he joyfully agreed to help me. I used to sit cowering over the damp sticks
We each gathered a pocketful of acorns, with my white mug mauve spotted it was I
and when we went to wash our hands before remember, and had a brown crack near the
dinner, we
cut up some of the acorns into handle on a chair beside me. Sometimes I
and put them into the doll's bath
little bits, used to pull a twig from the fire; harpoon my
with some cold water and a little scent that bread-and-butter with it, and hold it to the
Cissy Thomas gave us, out of a bottle she had fire: the warm, pale, greasy result I called
bought for twopence at the fair at home. toast.
'This,' I said, 'will be acorn oil scented All thishappened when Miss Fairfield was
acorn oil.' laid up with bronchitis. It was at that time,
'Will it?' said Harry doubtfully. too, that my battle with compound long divi-
'Yes,' replied, adding confidently, 'and
I sion began. Now I was not, I think, a very dull
there is nothing better for the hair.' child, and always had an indignant sense that
But we never had a chance of even seeing I could do sums well enough, if any one would
BIOGRAPHY 1029
tell me what they meant. But no one dear mother gave me when she saw my sash's
did,and day after day the long division sums, fair proportions docked to a waistband and a
hopelessly wrong, disfigured my slate, and hard knot, with two brief and irregular ends,
were washed off with my tears. Day after day was so gentle that I endured it with fortitude,
I was sent to bed, my dinner was knocked off, and considered my ten weeks of popularity
or my breakfast, or my tea. I should literally cheaply bought. I went back to school in high
have starved, I do believe, but for dear Miss spirits with a new set of sashes and some
Fairfield. She kept my little body going with magnificent pieces of silk and lace from my
illicit cakes and plums and the like, and fed mother's lavendered wardrobe.
my starving little heart with surreptitious But no one wanted dolls' beds any more;
kisses and kind words. She would lie in wait and Cissy Thomas had brought back a her-
for me as I passed down the hall, and in a barium; the others all became botanists, and
whisper call me into the store closet. It had a I, after a faint effort to emulate their success-
mingled and delicious smell of pickles and tea es, fell back on my garden.
and oranges and jam, and the one taper Miss The seeds I had set in the spring had had a
Fairfield carried only lighted dimly the de- rest during the Easter holidays, and were
lightful mystery of its well-filled shelves. Miss already sprouting greenly, but alas, I never
Fairfield used to give me a great lump of cake saw them flower.division set in again.
Long
or a broad slice of bread and jam, and lock me Again, day after day, I sat lonely in the
into the dark cupboard until it was eaten. I schoolroom now like a furnace, and ate my
never taste black-currant jam now without a dry bread and milk and water in the depths of
strong memory of the dark hole of happiness, disgrace, with the faux commencements and
where I used to wait my sticky fingers held those revolting sums staring at me from my
well away from my pinafore till Miss Fair- tear-blotted slate.
heavy step and jingling keys came to
field's Night after night I cried myself to sleep in
release me. Then she would sponge my hands my bed whose coarse home-spun sheets
and face and send me away clean, replete, were hotter than blankets because I could
and with a better heart for the eternal conflict not get the answers right. Even Miss Fair-
with long division. field, I fancied, began to look coldly on me,
I fancy that when Miss Fairfield came and the other children naturally did not care
downstairs again she changed the field of my to associate with one so deficient in arith-
arithmetical studies; for during the spring I metic.
seem to remember a blessed respite from my One evening as I was sitting as usual suck-
troubles. It is true that Miss was away, ing the smooth, dark slate pencil, and griev-
staying with friends. ing over my troubles with the heart-broken
I was very popular at school that term I misery of a child, to whom the present grief
remember, for I had learned to make dolls' looks eternal, I heard a carriage drive up to
bedsteads out of match-boxes during the holi- the door. Our schoolroom was at the back,
days, and my eldest sister's Christmas pres- and I was too much interested in a visitor
ent provided me with magnificent hangings especially one who came at that hour and in a
for the same. Imagine a vivid green silk sash, carriage to be able to bear the suspense of
with brilliant butterflies embroidered all over that silent schoolroom, so I cautiously opened
it in coloured silk and gold thread. A long its door and crept on hands and knees across
sash, too, from which one could well spare a the passage and looked down through the
few .nches at a time for upholstery. I ac- bannisters. They were opening the door. It
quired many marbles, and much ginger- was a lady, and Miss Fairfield came out of the
breac and totally eclipsed Cissy Thomas who dining-room to meet her. It was a lady in a
had njoyed the
(
fleeting sunshine of popular black moire antique dress and Paisley shawl
favoi r on the insecure basis of paper dolls. of the then mode. It was a lady whose face I
Over my memory of this term no long division could not see, because her back was to the red
cast ts hateful shade, and the scolding my sunset light; but at that moment she spoke
1030 CHANGING WORLDS
and the next I was clinging round the moire come to New York to teach, and who would
skirts with my head buried in the Paisley become his closest friend. They left the party
shawl. The world, all upside down, had sud- together, and walked home through the cold
denly righted itself. I, who had faced it alone, night. Langston freezing in his ragged pea
now looked out at it from the secure shelter of jacket and wishing he had the money for an
a moire screen for my mother had come to overcoat.
see me. Going down to The Crisis office the next
I did not cry myself to sleep that night, day, Langston found a double bonus waiting
because my head lay on her arm. But even for him. They paid him twenty dollars for an
then I could not express how wretched I had article mailed from abroad, and showed him
been. Only when I heard that my mother was the November issue with one of his new
going to the South of France with my sisters, I poems:
clung about her neck, and with such insis- We among the skyscrapers
cry aloud
tence implored her not to leave me not to go
As our ancestors
without me, that I think I must have ex-
Criedamong the palms in Africa,
pressed my
trouble without uttering it, for
Because we are alone,
when, after three delicious days of drives and It is night,
walks, in which I had always a loving hand to And we're afraid.
hold, my mother left Stamford, she took
me trembling with a joy like a prisoner invited him to an NAACP bene-
Then they
reprieved with her. fitparty at a Lenox Avenue cabaret. There he
And I have never seen or wished to see met James Weldon Johnson, one of the lead-
Stamford again. ing Negro writers, and Carl Van Vechten, the
white writer.
He needed that overcoat badly, but he used
Milton Meltzer the twenty dollars to go to the theater and to
A Biography buy a train ticket to Washington. That city
Langston Hughes: would be home now, for his mother
Langston Hughes' stature as a poet is one that separated again from his stepfather had
increases as years go by; the depth and sensitivity moved there. She and his brother Gwyn were
of this man reach back into his young manhood staying with cousins who were part of Wash-
when he met crisis and opportunity with a fidelity ington's Negro society. They were the branch
to himself. [From Milton Meltzer, Langston of the family directly descended from his
Hughes; a Biography (Crowell, 1968).] grand-uncle, Congressman James M. Lang-
ston.
Langston was nervous about living with
Busboy Poet relatives especially when he didn't have a
It was a big day for Langston, the day he dime even though they were proud to have
came back to New York. He took his newest a poet in the family. But this might be his
poem to read to his friends at a gathering in chance to go back to college. For now he
Harlem. There he saw Countee Cullen, whom thought it wasn't enough just to knock about
he had met earlier. Just a year younger than the world; more education would also help his
Langston, Cullen had won recognition as a writing. There should be a lot to learn from
poet in high school and was now at New York sociology and history and psychology about
University. Very different in temperament the world he lived in and its people.
and style Hughes, experimental, Cullen But where would he find the tuition
traditional their names were already being money? He tried to get a scholarship to How-
coupled as twin stars among the new poets. ard University but it didn't come through.
There too he met another young poet for the Then he looked for a job on which he could
first time Arna Bontemps, the Louisianan save up money for tuition. His cultured cous-
who had been schooled out West and had just ins felt being a page in the Library of Con-
BIOGRAPHY 1031
gress would be dignified work for a poet, but very promising job and it paid better than the
nothing came of that, either. Very broke he laundry. But it turned out to be even harder
owned nothing but his pea jacket, shirt, and work. Dr. Woodson was a remarkable man
pants he took the first job that opened, in a who made great demands on himself and
wet-wash laundry. expected everyone else to work the same way.
He helped unload the wagons and sort the Langston's job was to open the office early in
dirty clothes for twelve dollars a week. It was the morning, keep it clean, wrap and mail
impossible to save even a dollar toward col- books, help answer letters, read proof on the
lege. Then they moved out of their cousins' books and magazines, bank the furnace at
home two small unheated rooms, where,
into night when Dr. Woodson was away, and do
with his mother's low wages as a domestic everything else the office girls couldn't do.
worker, they barely scraped along. For several months he concentrated on
Washington that winter was hard living. alphabetizing thirty thousand names of free
He was always cold and hungry. He hated his Negro families for one of Dr. Woodson's stud-
job but liked the people he worked with. He ies, and then checking and double-checking
wrote "A Song to a Negro Wash-Woman," in manuscript and proofs to guarantee accu-
which Theorists printed in January. racy. It was an endless, blinding task, but he
He was getting to know, too, the sour taste earned Dr. Woodson's compliments when he
of Southern life. He had never gone deep into finished it. It finished Langston, too, how-
Dixie, but Washington was near enough to be ever. If this was what they called a "position,"
a primer on Jim Crow, Southern-style. In he decided he'd rather have just a job. He
Mexico and Europe he had lived, worked, and quit to become a busboy at the fashionable
eaten with whites, and no one seemed the Wardman Park Hotel. The pay wasn't much
worse for it. Here, within sight of democ- and the social standing it gave him even less,
racy's Capitol, ghetto life and laws were the but it provided his meals and he didn't care
rule. about the rest.
When he asked why nothing was being What did matter was that one day he
done about it, Washington Negro society told learned one of the leading poets, Vachel Lind-
him they couldn't be bothered, they had their say, was staying at the hotel. He knew about
own social world. He didn't think much of Lindsay, that man who was minstrel and
that world. It was filled with pompous gentle- missionary both, a people's poet like Sand-
men and puffed-up ladies who prided them- burg. Lindsay's rhythms too were influenced
selves on "family background." These by the black man's syncopated music. Lind-
middle-class Negroes (few were really rich), say had gone up and down the country recit-
lived as comfortably as they could and looked ing his poems for a living, handing out a little
down on the folk who worked with their pamphlet called "Rhymes to be Traded for
hands. If you hadn't been blessed with a Bread." Langston worked up his courage to
colleg;e degree or your skin was too dark, you the point of dropping three of his poems at
didn't count. To these snobs "black" was a Mr. Lindsay's dinner plate, unable to say
fighting word. more than that he liked Lindsay's poems and
Langston was fired by the laundry when he that these were his own poems. Then he fled
caught a bad cold and had to stay out a week. toward the kitchen.
Soon he found a better place, however, in the Lindsay gave a reading that night in the
office of Dr. Carter G. Woodson, founder of hotel theater, but the management allowed
the Association for the Study of Negro Life no Negroes to attend. When Langston showed
and iistory, and editor of the Journal of up for work the next morning, reporters were
Negr History and the Negro History Bulle-
->
waiting for him. They told him Lindsay had
tin. read his poems aloud and praised them to the
Dr Woodson was leading the way for schol- large audience. The press interviewed Lang-
ars to investigate both the African and the ston and took his picture. He was not really an
Amei lean past of the Negro. It sounded like a unknown when this happened, for his work
1032 CHANCING WORLDS
had already been published. But now his and then a third line to rhyme with the first
name spread overnight to the whole country. two. Sometimes the pattern shifted, with the
Newspapers carried the photo of the young second line changed a bit, or once in a while
poet in his busboy whites, toting a tray of dirty left out altogether.
dishes. The Washington Star described him On his way to work he would often write a
as "a quiet, earnest, rather gentle, diffident blues poem in his head, singing it over and
young man." over again to himself to test the rhythm and
At the hotel desk Langston found that to memorize the lines. Here is his "Bound
Lindsay, too shy himself to try to see Lang- No'th Blues":
ston, had left for him a beautiful set of Amy
Lowell's biography of John Keats. On the Coin' down de road, Lawd,
flyleaves Lindsay had written a long letter
Coin' down de road.
which said in part: "Do not let any lionizers Down de road, Lawd,
stampede you. Hide and write and study and Way, way down de road.
think
" Got to find somebody
The publicity was good for a young poet's To help me carry dis load.
career, but bad for his privacy. There was no Road's in front o' me,
place to hide. Hotel guests would insist on Nothin' to do but walk.
Langston coming over to their table so that Road's in front o' me,
they could see what a real live Negro poet Walk . . . and walk and walk.
. . .
looked like. He couldn't stand that feeling of I'd like to meet a good friend
being in a zoo, and quit. For ten days he lay To come along an' talk.
abed, just resting, tired of working, while his
mother complained that she was tired of Hates be lonely,
to
Lawd, hates to be sad.
I
working, too. So he got up finally and found a
job at a fish and oyster house downtown. It Says I hates to be lonely,
was a twelve-hour Hates to be lonely an' sad,
day, standing in a tall
white hat behind a counter, making oyster But ever friend you finds seems
stews and cocktails. Like they try to do you bad.
The year went by, an unhappy year, except Road, road, road, O!
for Saturday nights at the poet Georgia Doug- Road, road . . . road . . .
road, road!
las Johnson's home, where young black writ-
Road, road, road, O!
ers met to talk about their work, and the On de No' them road.
hours he spent hanging around dirty old Sev- These Mississippi towns ain't
enth Street. Here was the "low society" his Fit for a hoppin' toad.
cousins shunned, the people singing the
blues, enjoying watermelon and barbecue, All through the winter and into the spring
shooting pool, swapping tall tales. He would of 1925 his poems continued to appear in the
go to the shouting churches and listen to the magazines. In March Alain Locke's Harlem
gospel songs. It made him feel a little less bad number of Suwey__GLraphic carried more
about living in Washington. poems by Langston than by any other writer.
But feeling bad had its good side, too. It And almost on top of it came the great news
meant he wrote poems. It made the misery that his poem, "The Weary Blues," had won
more bearable if he could compress his feel- first prize in Opportunity magazine's first
ings into the shape of a poem. He listened to literary contest. A Countee Cullen poem had
Seventh Street's black music with its basic won second prize, and the judges awarded
beat, the hand-clapping, feet-stamping, third prize to both Langston and Cullen for
drum-beating rhythms which the Africans other poems they had submitted. Langston
brought with them three hundred years ago. spent the forty-dollar prize money on a trip to
And in his poems he tried to catch the pulse of New York to attend the awards dinner. He
the blues with their one long line, repeated, heard James Weldon Johnson read his prize
BIOGRAPHY 1033
poem aloud and met Zora Neale Hurston and One day Langston met another young
Eric Walrond, prize winners for the short Washington poet, Waring Cuney, who was
story and the essay. studying at Lincoln University in Pennsylva-
In August he won two more prizes, this nia. His college was a good place for writers,
time awarded by Amy Spingarn through The he told Langston. It was cheaper than How-
Crisis^ He visitedNew York again to receive ard and left you ample time to write. So in
second prize for an essay and third prize for a October Langston wrote to Lincoln, saying,
poem at a ceremony in the Renaissance Ca- "I must go to college in order to be of more
sino. He met Mrs. Spingarn and her husband use to my race and America. I hope to teach
Joel, a distinguished Columbia professor and in the South, and to widen my literary activ-
critic. ities in the field of the short story and the
Those trips to New York opened up new novel."
avenues for the young writer. He got to know He could not ask his father for money and,
many other Negro writers and artists Aaron since his mother made little as a children's
Douglas, Augusta Savage, Gwendolyn Ben- nurse, he would need work to help pay his
nett, Jean Toomer and the editor of Oppor- way through college. His old high school in
tunity, Charles S. Johnson. Johnson, he said Cleveland recommended him to Lincoln,
later, "did more to encourage and develop writing that he had been "one of the leading
Negro writers during the 1920s than anyone boys in the school," had "unusual ability" and
else in America." In Johnson's eyes, no other "excellent personal habits."
writer than Langston "so completely symbo- Lincoln accepted him, giving him a semes-
lized the new emancipation of the Negro ter's credit for his year at Columbia. He was
mind." to start in February. A year's tuition was $110
Late in August came the grand climax. At in those days, and with food, a room, and
the Qjipoiunity_dinner Langston had been incidentals, his expenses would add up to
asked by Carl Van Vechten to send along about four hundred dollars.
enough poems to make up a book. Liking But where would that money come from?
what he saw, Van Vechten took them to Suddenly another opening to college ap-
Alfred A. Knopf, the publisher. Within a few peared. Early in December Langston was told
days Van Vechten wired Langston: LITTLE he might get a scholarship to Harvard if he
DAVID PLAY ON YOUR HARP. Knowing it meant tried hard enough and if he was "the splendid
his book was accepted, he wired back: i AM young man" the terms called for. He asked
PLAYING ON MY SILVER TRUMPET, OH SWEET Mrs. Spingarn what she and her husband
JESUS. thought. "I know," he wrote, "that people are
In Washington he gave a reading of his more interesting than books, and life, even a
poems arranged by Alain Locke. "It went busboy's life, out of school, more amusing
well," he wrote his Knopf editor, partly be- than a professor's in school. But I do want to
cause of the new aspect introduced a blues be able to earn a little time for my own work
pianc interlude. Another reading was being (which I haven't now) and a little money for
planr ed for him in New York, and he sug- travel. So maybe I'd better try Harvard. . .".
geste i, "If you do get a real blues piano player Mrs. Spingarn's answer came at Christmas
to pky, it ought to be a wow! But he ought to time. It was the best present anyone had ever
be a i egular Lenox Avenue blues boy. The one given him. Amy Spingarn told him she would
we had here was too polished." pay his way through Lincoln. On December
His letters to Knopf showed a concern for 29, he wrote to thank her:
prom Jting his first book that would continue I HAVE BEEN THINKING A LONG TIME ABOUT
and g row more sophisticated. He supplied the WHAT TO SAY TO YOU AND I DON'T KNOW YET WHAT
name s of newspapers, reviewers, bookshops, IT SHOULD BE. BUT I BELIEVE THIS: THAT YOU DO
infhu ntial people he hoped the publisher NOT WANT ME TO WRITE TO YOU THE SORT OF
wouL reach. And he arranged for his book to
I THINGS I WOULD HAVE TO WRITE TO THE [HAR-
be on sale at his readings. VARD] SCHOLARSHIP PEOPLE. I THINK YOU UN-
1034 CHANCING WORLDS
DERSTAND BETTER THAN THEY THE KIND OF PER- Jersey shore. Incoming ships could not come
SON I AM OR SURELY YOU WOULD NOT OFFER, IN up to the wharves, and ships already in port
THE QUIET WAY YOU DO, THE WONDERFUL THING were forced to stay there.
YOU OFFER ME. AND IF YOU WERE THE SCHOLAR- This inactivity on the river front did not
SHIP PEOPLE, ALTHOUGH I MIGHT HAVE TO, I harm the sailmaking business. Ships that
WOULD NOT WANT TO ACCEPT IT. THERE WOULD could not leave port took the opportunity to
BE TOO MANY CONDITIONS TO FULFILL AND TOO have new sails made and old ones repaired.
MANY STRANGE IDEALS TO UPHOLD. AND SOME- At times James wished that business would
HOW I DON'T BELIEVE YOU WANT ME TO BE TRUE slow down. Mr. Bridges was getting old, and
TO ANYTHING EXCEPT MYSELF. (OR YOU WOULD was not very well. More and more he let the
ASK QUESTIONS AND OUTLINE PLANS.) AND THAT management fall completely on his fore-
IS ALL WANT TO DO BE TRUE TO MY OWN
I man's shoulders. James did not mind accept-
IDEALS. I HATE PRETENDING AND I HATE UN- ing this responsibility. After twelve years in
TRUTHS. AND IT IS SO HARD IN OTHER WAYS TO the sailmaking business he felt he could run
PAY THE VARIOUS LITTLE PRICES PEOPLE ATTACH the whole loft if he had to. He wished,
TO MOST OF THE THINGS THEY OFFER OR GIVE. though, that he had more time to perfect a
AND SO I AM HAPPIER NOW THAN I HAVE BEEN device he had invented, a device that made
FOR A LONG TIME, MORE BECAUSE YOU OFFER easier the management of large, heavy
FREELY AND WITH UNDERSTANDING, THAN BE- sails always a problem on big ships.
CAUSE OF THE REALIZATION OF THE DREAMS One day when he was experimenting with
WHICH YOU MAKE COME TRUE FOR ME a model he had built of this sail-
little
husband, Dunbar, had been lost at sea, he quitting time. Everyone else had gone home.
had supported her and her two children, in Forten locked up the loft and went out into
addition to supporting his mother. the cold, early winter darkness.
But, even with this companionship, the In the Willing office below the loft, the
winter seemed unusually dreary. He was candles still burned. James paused. This
thankful when the snow melted, and Spring could mean that Mr. Willing was there. On
came with fresh vegetables and young lambs, impulse he opened the door and looked in. In
shad and chickens to eat. Unfortunately, the a way he hardly expected to see the
coming of Spring did not make Mr. Bridges merchant-shipper there at this hour, but
any livelier. Almost every day he told James there he was, and alone, too. He was even
that he would like to retire if he could find a looking at the young foreman in a friendly
good sailmaker and business man to take over fashion. Some instinct, some inner voice
the loft. He would, he said, like someone who urged James to take his problem to Mr. Will-
knew his customers and knew all his forty ing, to ask him to lend him the money to buy
employees, from the apprentices to the mas- Mr. Bridges' sail loft.
ter sailmakers. "And why not?" he asked himself as Will-
One afternoon about closing time, Bridges ing consented to see him for a few minutes.
suddenly remarked, "You know, James, I'll After all, he believed he had the necessary
never find a better sailmaker than you, or a training; he was sure he could run the busi-
better businessman either. How about you ness and repay the debt at the usual rate of
buying me out?" interest as readily as could most sailmakers.
"I, sir?" James felt a flush of pleasure, then The only way in which he differed from the
a quick droop of spirits. Mr. Bridges' mind other men asking Mr. Willing's aid in busi-
must be addled with age to think that he, a ness matters was that his ancestors had been
black man, could borrow so much money. stolen and brought over here from Africa.
That was one reason why there were so few Thomas Willing listened carefully to James
Negroes in business. Bankers and business- Forten's request. He asked him many ques-
men generally did not believe that Negroes tions about how he planned to continue the
had the ability to run a business, and so they business. After awhile he told the young fore-
were not willing to lend them the money to man that he would discuss the matter with
get started on an enterprise. Mr. Bridges, consider it from every angle, and
Bui to his employer who waited for his let him know as soon as he could.
answer, Forten said only, "I thank you for A week later Willing summoned
Forten to
your compliment to me, sir, but you know I his wharf office lend him the
and agreed to
have no money to buy your business, as much money to buy Robert Bridges' sail loft. In
as I would like to." return, Forten promised to outfit all Willing's
Bridges' eyes studied him rather sadly. ships with the device he had invented to
"You're right, James. You have naught but make the handling of sails easier.
your wages. A pity it is, too. Well, I suppose Thus it was that one of the shrewdest
I'll he ve to start looking for someone to buy businessmen in the new nation demonstrated
me 01 1." his faith in the ability of the bright, hard-
Bri Iges clumped wearily down the steps to working young Negro he had known from
the st eet, leaving behind him a worried fore-
%
childhood.
man. Would the new owner want a black man James Forten took over the Bridges sail loft
as foreman, James pondered. The more he sometime during the summer of 1798. In his
thought about the matter, the more con- own place as foreman he appointed Charles
cerne I he grew. Anthony, a competent Negro sailmaker who
If <
nly he could borrow the money to buy remained his "good right arm" for thirty-
the Sc il loft, he thought to himself, his prob- seven years. Of his entire work force of
1036 CHANCING WORLDS
thirty-eight men, only one of the nineteen This was one thing meant by Dennis when
white employees left, saying that he preferred he said there was "suthin' peculiarsome"
to work for a white employer. about Abe. It seemed that Abe made the
books tell him more than they told other
people. All the other farm boys had gone to
Carl Sandburg school and read The Kentucky Preceptor,
but Abe picked out questions from it, such as
Abe Lincoln Grows Up
"Who has the most right to complain, the
The life of Lincoln is so well known to all Ameri- Indian or the Negro?" and Abe would talk
can boys and girls that it is difficult to write a about it up one way and down the other, while
biography to attract them. Carl Sandburg has they were in the cornfield pulling fodder for
done so, however; by the straight-forwardness When Abe got hold of a story-book
the winter.
and charm of his style, he makes the young and read about a boat that came near a
Lincoln live. One sees this poor boy, hungering magnetic rock, and how the magnets in the
afterbooks for what they could give him, a rock pulled all the nails out of the boat so it
dreamer but a fighter, who was called lazy but went to pieces and the people in the boat
was ambitious. One sympathizes with that boy found themselves floundering in water, Abe
and rejoices with him in his successes; yet one thought it was funny and told it to other
understands why those about him called him people. After Abe read poetry, especially
"peculiarsome." [From Carl Sandburg, Abe Lin- Bobby Burns's poems, Abe began writing
coln Grows Up (Harcourt, 1928).] rhymes himself. When Abe sat with a girl,
with their bare feet in the creek water, and
she spoke of the moon rising, he explained to
"Peculiarsome" Abe
her that it was the earth moving and not the
The farm boys in their evenings at Jones's moon the moon only seemed to rise.
store in Gentryville talked about how Abe John Hanks, who worked in the fields bare-
Lincoln was always reading, digging into footed with Abe, grubbing stumps, plowing,
books, stretching out flat on his stomach in mowing, said: "When Abe and I came back to
front of the fireplace, studying till midnight the house from work, he used to go to the
and past midnight, picking a piece of char- cupboard, snatch a piece of corn bread, sit
coal to write on the fire shovel, shaving off down, take a book, cock his legs up high as his
what he wrote, and then writing more till head, and read. Whenever Abe had a chance
midnight and past midnight. The next thing in the field while at work, or at the house, he
Abe would be reading books between the plow would stop and read." He liked to explain to
handles, seemed to them. And once trying
it other people what he was getting from books;
to speak a last word, Dennis Hanks said, explaining an idea to someone else made it
"There's suthin' peculiarsome about Abe." clearer to him. The habit was growing on him
He wanted to learn, to know, to live, to of reading out loud; words came more real if
reach out; he wanted to satisfy hungers and picked from the silent page of the book and
thirsts he couldn't tell about, this big boy of pronounced on the tongue; new balances and
the backwoods. And some of what he wanted values of words stood out if spoken aloud.
so much, so deep down, seemed to be in the When writing letters for his father or the
books. Maybe in books he would find the neighbors, he read the words out loud as they
answers to dark questions pushing around in got written. Before writing a letter he asked
the pools of his thoughts and the drifts of his questions such as: "What do you want to say
mind. He told Dennis and other people, "The in the letter? How do you want to say it? Are
things I want to know are in books; my best you sure that's the best way to say it? Or do
friend is the man who'll git me a book I ain't you think we can fix up a better way to say
read." And sometimes friends answered, it?"
"Well, books ain't as plenty as wildcats in As he studied his books his lower lip stuck
these parts o' Indianny." out; Josiah Crawford noticed it was a habit
BIOGRAPHY 1037
and joked Abe about the "stuck-out lip." This handled, everything he saw and learned had
habit too stayed with him. a fable wrapped in it somewhere. One fable
He wrote in his Sum Book or arithmetic was about a bundle of sticks and a farmer
that Compound Division was "When several whose sons were quarreling and fighting.
numbers of Divers Denominations are given There was a fable in two sentences which
to be divided by 1 common devisor," and read, "A coachman, hearing one of the
worked on the exercise in multiplication. "If 1 wheels of his coach make a great noise, and
foot contains 12 inches I demand how many perceiving that it was the worst one of the
there are in 126 feet." Thus the schoolboy. four, asked how it came to take such a liberty.
What he got in the schools didn't satisfy The wheel answered that from the beginning
him. He went to three different schools in of time, creaking had always been the privi-
Indiana, besides two in Kentucky lege of the weak." And there were shrewd,
altogether about four months of school. He brief incidents of foolery such as this: "A
learned his ABC, how to spell, read, write. waggish, idle fellow in a country town, being
And he had been with the other barefoot boys desirous of playing a trick on the simplicity of
in butternut jeans learning "manners" under his neighbors and at the same time putting a
the school teacher, Andrew Crawford, who little money in his pocket at their cost, adver-
had them open a door, walk in, and say, tised that he would on a certain day show a
"Howdy do?" Yet what he tasted of books in wheel carriage that should be so contrived as
school was only a beginning, only made him to go without horses. By silly curiosity the
hungry and thirsty, shook him with a wanting rustics were taken in, and each succeeding
and a wanting of more and more of what was group who came out from the show were
hidden between the covers of books. ashamed to confess to their neighbors that
He kept on saying, "The things I want to they had seen nothing but a wheel-barrow."
know are in books; my best friend is the man The style of the Bible, of Aesop's Fables,
who'll git me a book I ain't read." He said that the hearts and minds back of those books,
to Pitcher, the lawyer over at Rockport, nearly were much in his thoughts. His favorite
twenty miles away, one fall afternoon, when pages in them he read over and over. Behind
he walked from Pigeon Creek to Rockport and such proverbs as, "Muzzle not the ox that
borrowed a book from Pitcher. Then when treadeth out the corn," and "He that ruleth
fodder-pulling time came a few days later, he his own spirit is greater than he that taketh a
shucked corn from early daylight till sun- city," there was a music of simple wisdom
down along with his father and Dennis Hanks and a mystery of common everyday life that
and John Hanks, but after supper he read the touched deep spots in him, while out of the
book till midnight, and at noon he hardly fables of the ancient Greek slave he came to
knew the taste of his corn bread because he see that cats, rats, dogs, horses, plows, ham-
had the book in front of him. It was a hundred mers, fingers, toes, people, all had fables
little things like these which made Dennis connected with their lives, characters,
Hanks say there was "suthin' peculiarsome" places. There was, perhaps, an outside for
about Abe. each thing as it stood alone, while inside of it
Besides reading the family Bible and figur- was its fable.
ing his way all through the old arithmetic One book came, titled, The Life of George
they had at home, he got hold of Aesop's Washington, with Curious Anecdotes,
Fabhs, Pilgrim's Progress, Robinson Cru- Equally Honorable to Himself and Exem-
soe, nd Weems's The Life of Francis Mari-
i plary to His Young Countrymen. Embel-
on. The book of fables, written or collected lished with Six Steel Engravings, by M. L.
thousands of years ago by the Greek slave, Weems, formerly Rector of Mount Vernon
know n as Aesop, sank deep in his mind. As he Parish. It pictured men of passion and proud
read through the book a second and third ignorance in the government of England driv-
time, he had a feeling there were fables all ing their country into war on the American
arour d him, that everything he touched and colonies. It quoted the far-visioned warning
1038 CHANCING WORLDS
of Chatham to the British parliament, "For caught from books; they were a comfort; they
God's sake, then, my lords, let the way be were good to have because they were good by
instantly opened for reconciliation. I say in- themselves; and they were still better to have
stantly; or it will be too late forever." because they broke the chill of the lonesome
The book told of war, as at Saratoga. feeling.
"Hoarse as a mastiff of true British breed, He was thankful to the writer of Aesop's
Lord Balcarras was heard from rank to rank, Fables because that writer stood by him and
loud-animating his troops; while on the other walked with him, an invisible companion,
hand, fierce as a hungry Bengal tiger, the when he pulled fodder or chopped wood.
impetuous Arnold precipitated heroes on the Books lighted lamps in the dark rooms of his
stubborn foe. Shrill and terrible, from rank to gloomy hours. Well he would live on;
. . .
rank, resounds the clash of bayonets maybe the time would come when he would
frequent and sad the groans of the dying. be free from work for a few weeks, or a few
Pairs on pairs, Britons and Americans, with months, with books, and then he would read.
each his bayonet at his brother's breast, fall . .
God, then he would read.
. Then he . . .
forward together faint-shrieking in death, would go and get at the proud secrets of his
and mingle their smoking blood." Washing- books.
ton, the man, stood out, as when he wrote, His father would he be like his father
"These things so harassed my heart with when he grew up? He hoped not. Why should
grief, that I solemnly declared to God, if I his father knock him off a fence rail when he
know myself, I would gladly offer myself a was asking a neighbor, passing by, a ques-
sacrifice to the butchering enemy, if I could tion? Even if it was a smart question, too pert
thereby insure the safety of these my poor and too quick, it was no way to handle a boy in
distressed countrymen." front of a neighbor. No, he was going to be a
The Weems book reached some deep spots man different from his father. The books
in the boy. He asked himself what it meant his father hated the books. His father talked
that men should march, fight, bleed, go cold about "too much eddication"; after readin',
and hungry for the sake of what they called writin', 'rithmetic, that was enough, his fa-
"freedom." ther said. He, Abe Lincoln, the boy, wanted to
"Few greatmen are great in everything," know more than the father, Tom Lincoln,
said the book. And there was a cool sap in the wanted know. Already Abe knew more
to
passage: "His delight was in that of the man- than his father; he was writing letters for the
liest sort, which, by stringing the limbs and neighbors; they hunted out the Lincoln farm
swelling the muscles, promotes the kindliest to get young Abe to find his bottle of ink with
flow of blood and spirits. At jumping with a blackberry brier root and copperas in it, and
long pole, or heaving heavy weights, for his his pen made from a turkey buzzard feather,
years he hardly had an equal." and write letters. Abe had a suspicion some-
Such book talk was a comfort against the times his father was a little proud to have a
same thing over again, day after day, so many boy that could write letters, and tell about
mornings the same kind of water from the things in books, and outrun and outwrestle
same spring, the same fried pork and corn- and rough-and-tumble any boy or man in
meal to eat, the same drizzles of rain, spring Spencer County. Yes, he would be different
plowing, summer weeds, fall fodder-pulling, from his father; he was already so; it couldn't
each coming every year, with the same tired be helped.
feeling at the end of the day, so many days In growing up from boyhood to young man-
alone in the woods or the fields or else the hood, he had survived against lonesome,
same people to talk with, people from whom gnawing monotony and against floods, forest
he had learned all they could teach him. Yet and prairie fires, snake-bites, horse-kicks,
there ran through his head the stories and ague, malaria, "milk-sick."
chills, fever,
sayings of other people, the stories and say- A comic outline against the sky he was,
ings of books, the learning his eyes had hiking along the roads of Spencer and other
BIOGRAPHY 1039
counties in southern Indiana in those years legendary in the fight for the abolition of slavery,
when he read all the books within a fifty-mile her fierce independence and pride drove her to
circuit of his home. Stretching up on the long earn her freedom and, finally, to take it. [From
legs that ran from his moccasins to the body Jacqueline Bernard, Journey Toward Freedom;
frame with its long, gangling arms, covered the Story of Sojourner Truth (Grosset & Dunlap,
with linsey-woolsey, then the lean neck that 1967).]
carried the head with its surmounting coon-
skin cap or straw hat it was, again, a comic
A Slaveholder's Promise
outline yet with a portent in its shadow. His
laughing "Howdy," his yarns and drollery, Freedom Day in New York State was only two
opened the doors of men's hearts. years away when Dumont sold Belle's son
Starting along in his eleventh year came Peter. That is, he did not exactly sell Peter,
spells of abstraction. When he was spoken to, since the boy, by law, had been born free. But
no answer came from him. "He might be a Dumont, as the owner of the boy's mother,
thousand miles away." The roaming, fathom- could sell his right to Peter's services until the
ing, searching, questioning operations of the boy should reach age twenty-eight. The boy
minds and hearts of poets, inventors, begin- was four at the time.
ners who take facts stark, these were at work For the first time in her life, Belle openly
in him. This was one sort of abstraction he opposed her master. Eyes wide with fear, she
knew; there was another: the blues took him; had planted herself squarely in front of
coils of multiplied melancholies wrapped Dumont.
their blue frustrations inside him, all that "Master, don't send my
boy away. What'll
Hamlet, Koheleth, Schopenhauer have ut- happen to him? Maybe beat him, and
they'll
tered, in a mesh of foiled hopes. "There was him such a little boy. Maybe they'll send him
absolutely nothing to excite ambition for edu- south and then he never be free. Please,
cation," he wrote later of that Indiana region. please, don't sell my boy."
Against these "blues," he found the best war- Dumont stared at her. "Belle, whatever
fare was to find people and trade with them has come over you? Solomon Gedney would
his yarns and drolleries. John Baldwin, the never sell Peter south. You should know that.
blacksmith, with many stories and odd talk The law of this state forbids such a thing, and
and eye-slants, was a help and a light. in any case, I would not permit it. Mr. Gedney
Days came when he sank deep in the is very taken with your boy. He wants Peter
stream of human life and felt himself kin of for himself. I should think you would be
all that swam in it, whether the waters were pleased to have him go into a nice home
crystcil or mud. where he can be trained to work for a gentle-
He learned how suddenly life can spring a man." He frowned at her, "Just stop worry-
surprise. One day in the woods, as he was ing. Peter will be very happy with the Ged-
sharpening a wedge on a log, the axe glanced, neys."
nearlv took his thumb off, and left a white Belle stood silently as he walked away. She
scar fter healing. had never before challenged her master. Now
"You never cuss a good axe," was a saying she did not know what more to do. But she
in these timbers. had not given up. As Freedom Day ap-
proached Dumont's obedient slave was rap-
idly changing. A new Belle was taking shape,
Jacqueline Bernard and that Belle knew with certainty she would
Jourr ey Toward Freedom: The Story of get Peter back some day. How? She did not
know. But she would get him back.
Sojoiirner Truth Shortly afterward, Dumont made Belle a
Even ^ s a slave called Belle, Sojourner Truth was a promise. She had been shucking peas in the
woma i of power. Although she had not then kitchen when he walked in and stood watch-
taken the name by which she was to become ing her for a while. "Belle," he finally said.
1040 CHANGING WORLDS
"You're the best worker I ever had. I've been vided his cheek in half. The younger man
thinking you a special reward.
I'd like to give spoke slowly. "This white folks' promise gotta
If you work extra hard over this next year I'll be different," he said. "It been made to every
free you and Tom a full year before the law slave over twenty-eight in this state. Even
says I must. What's more, I'll let you have master Dumont talk about freedom now,
that cabin up the road to li ve in for as long as right out in front of us all. Master Dumont
you and your family need it." can't go back on that kind of talk. Too late. If
The summer had come and gone since he try there be terrible trouble. Terrible
then, and now the snow was starting to melt. trouble." As the stocky farmhand repeated
But in all those months Belle had hardly the phrase, his face clouded and his hands
rested a moment for fear she would not earn became huge blunt fists. Then a slow, intent
the reward Dumont had promised. At times, look replaced the look of anger on his face.
during that year, the slaves had seemed to "Besides," he said carefully, "no one's talkin'
mock her almost as much as they used to. about any master's promise. This here's a law
"Master be crazy to give you up a year early." they made up in Albany. Even a master's got
But she only shrugged off their laughter and to obey a law."
exerted even more effort. The longing to be "Some trick to it," Cato insisted. "Got to be
free and to have her children had taken deep some trick."
root in Belle. She absolutely believed this to As she listened, there flashed into Belle's
be the final year of her bondage in spite of mind the face of the man she had met on the
her accident. road so long ago. She had learned that his
The accident had happened just a short name was Levi Rowe. "It is not right thee
time after her master had given her his prom- should be a slave," he had said. Albany must
ise. A scythe, twisting in her grasp, cut deeply be full of people like that, she thought. Today
into her hand. Working with a sore hand had those people made laws that masters had to
been painful and difficult. The wound kept obey even Dumont. As a matter of fact,
reopening because she was so eager to get Belle had increasingly come to doubt that
things done. She just could not give it time to Dumont could really be the Mighty Being. If
heal properly. Nevertheless, looking back, he were, how could there be others in Albany
she knew she had worked well and accom- with power over him?
plished just as much as usual during that Elizabeth was asleep, her head on Belle's
long year. It would only be a short time now to knee; the baby, too, was sound asleep. Belle
freedom. looked down at Sophia's peaceful round face
with its tiny open mouth and at the tight
Belle was sitting by the fire listening to the pigtails poking out from the back of the older
talk in the slave kitchen. Her fourth child, child's head. She crooned softly, "Your ma'll
Elizabeth, leaned against Belle's knee, while be free soon, little children. Freedom's com-
the new baby, Sophia, sucked at her mother's ing soon now."
breast. The talk was always the same now. She looked up to find Nero still shaking his
Every slave in Ulster County was thinking round head firmly. "Law says we go free.
and dreaming about nothing but Freedom Next year, when time comes, no master stop
Day. Even old Cato, though he would never me takin' my freedom." He stretched power-
admit it, was dreaming about that. Belle fully, drew back from the fire and lay down on
could hear the old preacher's cracked voice his straw pallet to sleep.
insisting, as it had for years, "All this freedom Soon the room was full of slow, regular
talk. Jus' another white folks' trick. Five mas-
breathing. Only Belle remained awake, star-
ters Cato's had. Not one ever keep a prom-
ing into the fire. She could easily distinguish
ise." Tom's wheeze in the far corner. Diana and
Nero shook his head stubbornly. The scar Hannah were sleeping next to him. Dumont
made by a previous master's cane neatly di- had promised to free her right after the
BIOGRAPHY 1041
holiday. It was only two more months to scolded her hungry baby and then spanked it
Pinxster. Belle could hardly wait. when it would not hush, because she would
ford to let you go. I need your help far too just as surely as a free worker earns his wage.
much." If Dumont would not give it to her willingly,
She did not believe the words she had she would take it as her due. And yet the habit
heard. "But you promised me." of being fair to Dumont was so strong, Belle
"I said 'if you worked well.' Now you know found even now she could not rid herself of
as well as I that your hand has greatly inter- that habit. Her master had often been kind.
fered with your work in the past year." She would repay him. She would make quite
She still was not willing to believe. "I sure all the fall work was done before she
worked so hard, master. I washed clothes inconvenienced him by running away.
and I scrubbed the pots and pans and I cooked Once more the six-foot woman with the
and I reaped alongside the men. I did every- powerful body helped rake her master's hay
thing as usual, even with a bad hand. I let my and bind his wheat and smoke the hams after
children cry when they needed me. And only the fall slaughtering. Once more she worked
because you promised me my papers." overtime to help Mrs. Dumont stuff the sum-
His voice grew curt, "Belle, don't worry. mer sausage and store it in the bin where the
You'll get your freedom when the others get oats would keep it from spoiling. Once more
theirs. It only means another year. That's the she cut hundreds of apples and pears into
best I can do." quarters and strung them high in the attic to
Was it really only sixteen years ago that a dry. But her biggest job that fall was spinning
frightened thirteen-year-old girl had stared the wool. It seemed to her the sheep had
up at a white face framed against the sky and never before grown such thick fleece. More
wondered, "Is he kind?" It seemed three life- than one hundred pounds came off their dirty
times away. For the first time since that day, woolly backs. She washed the wool and
Belle looked at John Dumont with neither carded it and spun it onto long wooden spools.
fear nor gratitude. And somehow, at last, the work was done.
Ma-Ma had "Never lie." And Belle
said, Now Belle could find time to be afraid. She
had r ever lied. Yet her master thought noth- had never before disobeyed her master. What
ing of lying to her. There he stood with would happen when she did? How could she
those same wide shoulders and the kindly get away safely? "God, I'm too scared to go at
face hat had originally inspired such hope in
i
night, and if I go in the day, folks'll see me.
Belle showing no embarrassment at his What'll I do?"
broken promise. It was only a promise to a Then an idea came: leave just before
slave dawn. Day would follow soon enough, but an
Sh never forgot that moment. For the first
>
early start would give her plenty of time to
time she saw her master as just an ordinary leave the neighborhood before her absence
slave >wner, very little better than the man was noticed.
who vhipped his slave half to death. "God," she prayed, kneeling for the last
Wf s it only the other day that she had time on her praying ground. "That's a good
1042 CHANCING WORLDS
thought. Thank you, God." These days she no The old woman who answered Belle's
longer imagined John Dumont's face up there knock expressed no surprise at finding the tall
in the sky. black woman on her doorstep. "Will you come
It was still dark. The first rays were barely in and have cider and biscuits?" she said.
touching the ridges across the Hudson when "My children should be back very soon."
Belle's lanky figure carefully stepped through While Sophie gnawed contentedly on a bis-
the door and into Dumont's yard. She had told cuit, Belle perched shyly on a kitchen stool
no one her plans, not even Tom. She could not and waited. But not for long. Soon a wagon
risk being found out. On one arm she carried rumbled outside, and a man entered, followed
her baby Sophia. She knew that the other immediately by a woman. They were the
slaves would care for her older children. In a faces Belle had remembered.
bright red kerchief was a bit of bread and "Rowe was right to direct thee here.We do
summer sausage. The new Belle had decided have work for thee," the man said, adding
she was entitled to that, too, without asking. sadly, "Old Rowe is so ill, I am afraid it may
She strode barefoot at a fast lope down the be his last good deed."
road, away from those cliffs overlooking the Impatient to prove her worth, Belle paid
Hudson. She was moving very fast indeed, little attention to the second remark but
but to her horror the day came even faster. At picked up a broom and started whisking it
the top of a hill it dawned, full in her face, energetically over the floor. She was thinking
brighter than any day she could ever remem- proudly that this was her first task as a free
ber. She thought, "The day has no right to be woman, when hooves were heard pounding
so bright." on the road outside. Without even turning her
Where was she to hide? Like all slaves, head, Belle knew it must be Dumont.
Belle had never had reason to learn to plan To tell the truth, she had purposely not
ahead. So now it had not occurred to her to gone too far. She knew that Dumont would
plan more than her actual departure. catch up with her and that the farther he had
While she puzzled, Belle decided to sit to travel the angrier he would be. Moreover
down to feed her infant. As the baby tugged she preferred not to leave Ulster County
greedily at her breast, Belle suddenly remem- where her children were. Now that she had
bered the man who had stopped her on the claimed it, she believed God somehow would
road so many years ago. Levi Rowe lived make her master grant her the freedom she
nearby. "It is not right thee should be a had earned.
slave," he had said. "God does not want it." But first she must face Dumont. He was
Surely that man would help her now. blocking the kitchen door.
She found him at home, but so sick he "Well, Belle. So you've run away from me."
could hardly find strength to speak. Never- "No, master, I did not run away. I walked
theless his smile and gesture made her feel away by day, 'cause you had promised me a
welcome, as with great effort he managed to year of my time."
tell her of two places where she might find "You'll have to come straight home with
refuge and work. Before leaving, Belle me."
straightened his bed for him as best she "No, master." (Was it really she, Belle,
could, then thanked him, and hoisting her speaking such words to Dumont?)
heavy baby once more in her arms, continued "I'll take the child."
down the road. "No, you'll not take my child."
As she came to the first house recom- Master and slave glared at each other, their
mended by Levi Rowe, she recalled clearly silence filling the small room until a gentle
having seen it before and remembered with voice behind Belle broke the tension. "I'm not
even more pleasure the faces of its owners. in the habit of buying and selling slaves.
"That's the place for me." she exclaimed. "I'll Slavery's wrong and I'll have no part of it. But
stop there." And she turned up the path to- rather than have thee take the mother and
ward the house. child back, let me buy her services from thee
BIOGRAPHY 1043
for the rest of the year. She'll be lost to thee, his hand. Try as he would, he could not really
in any case, come next July." see the coast, and there was nothing wrong
Dumont hesitated. Then he shrugged im- with his vision.
patiently. After sixteen years it took him only Something not his eyesight! was
thirty seconds to sell Belle. Twenty dollars for wrong.
the mother's services for a year? Agreed. Five He must not feel so jubilant, he cautioned
for the child's services until she is twenty- himself, not this soon. Nothing was proved.
five? Agreed. And he left. Still ... he flicked his walking stick at the
Belle lifted the broom again and turned grasses about him and twirled it in the air in
toward her new owner. "Master. . . ." his excitement. This morning at dawn he had
The man held up his hand. "There is but started walking. He had commenced at the
one Master here. He who is thy Master is my shore of the Hellespont and marched pur-
Master." posefully across the plain until he began to
Puzzled, she asked, "What should I call you scale this steep, rocky rise. Now he was just
then?" behind the Turkish village of Bounarbashi,
"By my name," he replied. "Isaac Van standing on the hill that those few scholars
Wagenen. And my wife is Maria Van who believed in a historic Troy thought to be
Wagenen." its likeliest site.
Marjorie Braymer along the way. To start from the coast and get
here, then complete the return journey,
The Walls of Windy Troy would take a man most of the hours of day-
as a boy, Heinrich Schliemann read Hom- light.
When,
Something was wrong!
er's Iliad his imagination was fired with a great
desire to prove that the legendary city of Troy and
He pulled his Iliad from his pocket and
its buried treasure really existed. He was the son
opened it to Book XI, finding the passage in
which Homer talks about a day of very heavy
of a poor German pastor, apprenticed to a gro-
battle. Heinrich reviewed that day's happen-
cer, and it seemed unlikely that he could achieve
his ambition. But with amazing drive he over- ings:
In the morning the hard-fighting Greeks
came obstacles, taught himself eight languages,
drive the Trojans to the Scaean Gate. They
and \vhile still a young man amassed a fortune.
are themselves pushed back to their many-
Weahh was important to him only because it
oared ships, where horrible slaughter takes
enab ed him to start on his search for Troy. The
place. This is the same day that Patroclus
chap er selected below tells how he located Troy
tries three different times to scale the walls of
by li:erally following the details given in his
belo\ ed Iliad. [From Marjorie Braymer, The Walls Troy. The Trojans have now been beaten
of H indy Troy; a Biography of Heinrich Schlie-
back own battlements. The struggle
to their
continues near the Scaean Gate until night-
mani< (Harcourt, 1960).]
fall. It is all one battle and it all occurs in
the course of one day. Yet in this short time
Schli mann Finds Troy
the Greeks, whether advancing or retreating,
Troy ! have three times covered the miles separat-
Ht squinted his eyes and shaded them with ing the city and the shore.
1044 CHANGING WORLDS
Heinrich spun around and started walking breath and could not go another step forward.
to the southeast. Where was Mount Ida, "rich Indeed, he had to get on all fours and crawl
in springs"? It should be visible through its down backward.
crown of rising and falling clouds to the It took fifteen minutes to scramble and
south. But from this vantage point Mount Ida slidedown to the plain. He arrived winded
could not be seen at all! and with the knee of one trouser leg in tatters.
Heinrich gazed north to the Hellespont. Only goats could make such a descent! While
The strip of blue water was very hard to he recovered his breath, Heinrich opened his
discern. Yet the Trojans always saw it clearly Iliad to Book XXII and read again how Hector
from their windy towers, just as they could tries to elude his enemy by slipping close to
see Mount Ida at the southern end of the the high walls, so that the arrows of his own
plain. men in the battlements above may pass over
Something was wrong. Several things him harmlessly and rain down on Achilles.
were wrong! But time and again Achilles cuts him off and
A small river flowed lazily on the plain forces him away from the walls and out upon
below. Certain scholars declared that the in- the open plain.
significant little brook was the mighty Sca- Nobody, Heinrich thought happily, had
mander. This, the Scamander? Either Homer pursued anybody around any walls on the hill
was guilty of wild exaggeration, or his of Bounarbashi!
present-day readers were reckless with ob- If they had tried that famous chase here,
servable fact. To grant Bounarbashi the both Achilles and Hector would have died
honor of being Troy, one must do some rewrit- of broken necks!
ing of Book XVI of the Iliad, because in it He was hungry, but too elated to think
Homer said that the Scamander flowed be- about food. He sprinted over to the spot near
tween the city of Troy and the Greek ships, the hill where innumerable living springs
while this meager stream Heinrich was star- flowed from the ground. To many scholars
ing at lay on the wrong side of the hill these springs were the clinching argument
entirely! that supported their Bounarbashi-Troy the-
Henrich went on arguing with himself ory. He spent the afternoon tracing them out
while he tapped his walking stick smartly and counting them. Homer mentioned two
against his boot: how could Achilles pursue springs near Troy, one of cold water, one of
Hector three times three times, mind warm. And, Heinrich reminded himself for
you !around the walls of a city built on such the hundredth time, Homer was seldom care-
cliffs as these? They jutted up too sharply less in details. If he said that the Greek foot
from the floor of the plain. The surface of the soldiers covered the ground between sea and
hill was so limited in area that not by the city several times between morning and
tightest stretch of imagination could one vis- night, Troy could not lie eight miles inland,
ualize lofty temples, palaces, and courtyards but at the most no more than three. If Homer
on its rugged, uneven top. said that two springs gushed from the earth
But there were more tests to apply. If then two it was, and not as he had just
Homer said that a certain action was per- counted thirty-four!
formed by human heroes, then itbe had to Heinrich's mood changed from intense stu-
humanly possible. Of nothing was Heinrich dious concentration to amused gaiety. Some-
more profoundly sure. The two heroes of the thing was wrong, decidedly, wonderfully
Iliad would have had to go down the south wrong, with that old theory! Dummkbpfel
make a circuit of the city.
side of the cliffs to And he took off lightheartedly for the home of
Heinrich strode over to the south side and his new friend, Frank Calvert, who had in-
began to run, a strange figure on a strange vited him to spend the evening.
errand, but if anyone besides a few browsing Calvert was the exceptionally able diplo-
sheep saw him, he did not know or care. mat who was serving as the American vice-
And here the cliffs sheared off at an angle consul to the Dardanelles. He had done some
of forty-five degrees. He was panting for thinking, himself, about the enigma of Troy,
BIOGRAPHY 1045
and Hector could most certainly have slipped where, ages ago, the Scamander and the
along the sides of walls on this hill. But there Simois joined, exactly as Homer said."
were other tests to be met before he could be "And the springs?" Calvert asked. He had
positive. He would see Calvert. to conceal hisamusement over his friend's
"Hissarlik is very promising," he told sudden crestfallen air.
Frank. "But where are the springs? I could "Ach!" said Heinrich. "Those springs!
see none. If every other qualification were Those miserable springs!"
met, I still would have to be dubious until I But he kept searching. And he found them.
found the springs." There were two, one four hundred yards,
Sometimes Calvert accompanied him on another a thousand yards, from Hissarlik.
these walking trips. He was a stimulating They had escaped his notice because they
companion, and he was eager to have Hein- were still in use by the natives, who had built
rich start a campaign of exploration here. In heavy stone enclosures about them and
fact, he had become ardently convinced that drained off their waters into cattle troughs.
Hissarlik was the site of Troy even before The more Heinrich talked and thumped the
Heinrich would commit himself. As luck had pages of his Homer, the more fervently Cal-
it, Calvert himself owned more than half vert agreed with him. "Why do you hold
the mound of Hissarlik. He had even probed back?" he finally asked. "You've made your
into the hillside here and there some years point, Schliemann. Why don't you start exca-
previously and had brought up pieces of vating at once? Tomorrow!"
a very ancient wall. Until Heinrich's coming There was nothing that Heinrich wanted
he had attached no great importance to more. But the divorce must be settled. This
them. trip to the Troad had been, anyway, a prelimi-
But for Heinrich each piece of the puzzle nary survey, made for a purpose it had served
must fit every other; the springs, the river, well: to show that his theories held up under
and the sea each must fall into its
proper crucial testing. The same had been true at
place and join precisely. "To be sure," he Mycenae. There he had seen the ruins of
would muse, "springs disappear and rivers walls so old that the natives declared their
are forever altering their courses." huge rough-hewn blocks had been set in place
"And the coast line washes away imper- by one-eyed giants, the Cyclopes of mythol-
ceptibly year after year," Calvert would ogy. He was certain that he knew precisely
agree. where to go to unearth the tombs of Agamem-
"Or else it is building up," Heinrich added, non and his soldiers
"growing larger by the addition of alluvial "No," he told Calvert ruefully. "Not tomor-
soil. Even so, even so, I must find the springs row. And not this year." They were at the base
and the river that Homer says were just out- of the plateau called Hissarlik, standing in
side the city." the rubble of the dry river bed. Calvert stud-
He was gone once for several days. On his ied his friend's face and tactfully asked no
return he was in a glow of high spirits. "How further questions. He said only, "But of
blind I have been! Come with me, Calvert. I course you will come back to Troy."
must have crossed and recrossed it a dozen Heinrich leaned thoughtfully on his walk-
times and not seen it for what it is." ing stick and stared upward, frowning at the
He had discovered a dry river bed, so trans- vast dark mass of Hissarlik. What did it hide?
formed by erosion that without careful study Would his stubborn belief be vindicated? A
one could not perceive what its original year from now, perhaps, would these hands
course had been. of his hold treasure and gold taken from
Soon Heinrich disappeared again for a hiding places deep within this hill? Or he
whole day, to come back with news of finding let the idea take shape would its depths be
a second ancient river bed, one that met the as barren as its empty surface? Then laughter
first. would be ringing around the world at the
"Here is the junction," he exulted. "This is name of Heinrich Schliemann.
BIOGRAPHY 1047
No! He permitted the ugly thought of fail- Mangus Colorado led his people south from
ure to take form only this one time, and he camp above Santa Rita. They passed the
their
never allowed it to return. This was Troy. In spot where the Americans had said they were
this immense mound were lost chapters from going to draw their line in the sand a line
the pages of man's history on the wrinkled which the Apaches had never been able to
earth. Somewhere amid these layers of soil find and continued on into Mexico. The en-
must be armor and jewels and gold buried tire tribe went along on the journey the
along with the foundation stones of tall tow- squaws and children and old people as
ers and graceful temples. He believed that. well as the warriors for they looked upon
And he would find them. He would prove that a trip to Casas Grandes or Janos as a vaca-
Troy had existed, the Troy seen by Homer tion.
who had sung and created it eternal.
of it They always took care to stay well within
Of course, there might be other rewards in the state of Chihuahua when they made these
addition to the fame of being its discoverer. If trips, for they knew that here they would not
the gold he found should make him a richer be molested in any way. Right next to Chi-
man than he already was, that, too, would be huahua was Sonora, and these lands were
good! It was in the laps of the gods as to ruled over by a cruel and harsh military gov-
whether he found golden treasure and his ernor named Carasco. General Carasco hated
name became illustrious. But hunt for Troy not only the Apaches, but it seemed to the
he must. He had to. It was his destiny. Indians that he hated his own people as well.
He forced the rich Mexicans to pay great
sums of money in taxes, and the poor who
could not pay were made to leave their homes
David C. Cooke to serve with his army. The only time the
Apaches ever ventured into Sonora was when
Apache Warrior they were on the warpath; they would never
Mangus Colorado, Apache chief, was a leader of take their women and children even near the
foresight and understanding; his strength helped lands ruled by Carasco.
forge the character of others. [From David C. But unknown to the Indians, one of the
Cooke, Apache Warrior (Grosset & Dunlap, general's scouts saw the tribe as it proceeded
1963). |
south. When Carasco learned the location of
the Indians he ordered his entire force to
Through the years the Mimbreno Apaches march, without thought to the fact that he
remained at war with the Mexican state of had no legal authority in Chihuahua and was
Sonoi a but at peace with Chihuahua. Gover- not supposed to cross the border between the
nor Medina of Chihuahua was an honorable states with his troops.
man who had always treated the Apaches The Apaches traveled on another day with-
fairly, listening to their stories of injustices out incident, and that night they camped a
and punishing the guilty whenever possible. few miles outside the Presidio del Janos.
He welcomed the Indians to his country and There was joy among the people as they sat
supplied their needs by trading with them. He around their fires and told stories and sang
had instructed his people to treat the Apaches songs. No one realized that within a few
as thoy would their own kind. hours the happiness in their hearts would be
It Decame a custom of the tribe to visit changed to thoughts far blacker and grief
eithe Jafios or Casas Grandes once or twice a more terrible than anything they had experi-
year o trade furs and skins for blankets and enced in many years.
beadf and corn and other goods. They made Early the following morning the warriors
their ast trip to Janos in the summer of 1858. loaded furs and skins on their ponies and
After that the Mimbrenos never again looked continued on to Janos. They were so sure
upon any men as friends, for they felt that there would be no trouble that no men re-
there were none who could be trusted. mained behind to guard the camp. And there
1048 CHANGING WORLDS
was much laughter and waving of hands as would be no cloud of dust to warn the
they rode away. The women were thinking of Apaches. Then the command rang out to
all the pretty things their husbands would attack.
bring back for them, and the children's eyes The soldiers charged down the hill, their
gleamed from thoughts of the hard sweet war cries every bit as terrifying as those of the
sticks of bright colors which their fathers Apaches in battle. The women and children
would have when they returned. Most of the screamed when they saw the racing horses
children followed the ponies to the next hill, and uniformed riders, and they tried to run to
standing and waving until they were out of safety.But they were not fast enough and the
sight. Mexicans cut them down. According to Gen-
In the meantime, General Carasco and his eral Carasco's own story of the massacre, his
soldiers were riding toward the camp, their troops slew a hundred and thirty squaws,
uniforms heavy with dust from the long children, and old men and captured about
march. The scout had reported that the thirty others, who were later sold into slav-
Apaches were traveling with very few weap- ery.*
ons, so that their ponies could carry more furs When Mangus Colorado and his warriors
and skins, and the general was confident he returned from Janos late in the afternoon
would be able to strike such a blow that the with their blankets and beads and sacks of
tribe would never recover. corn and candy sticks, they were first puzzled
Carasco had sent scouts ahead of his main because no one came out to meet them when
force to find the Indian camp, and suddenly they called and then horrified when they
he saw one of them riding back. saw the ruins of the camp.
"You have located the devilish Apaches?" The men leaped from their ponies and ran
the general asked anxiously. "They are among the bloody corpses, searching for their
near?" loved ones, hoping that their own wives or
"Si, my general," the man answered. children or parents had somehow escaped the
"They are but two miles away, and they sus- slaughter. But the only person left alive was
pect nothing." an old man with a terrible wound in his chest,
"Are there many warriors at the camp?" and he lived barely long enough to gasp out
The scout shook his head. "There are none, the story of what had happened.
my general. They have gone into Janos with Mangus Colorado joined the others in their
their furs to trade. The women and children grim search for loved ones. But fortunately he
are alone. This I have seen with my own was spared the task of looking for Ana. Usen
eyes!" had been good to him, for she had elected to
The conditions were far better than the stay behind at the rancheria, helping to take
general had anticipated. He had expected a care of the very old people and the sick, who
stiff fight with many casualties, but now he were too weak to travel.
thought of a plan whereby he could strike a The warriors were struck numb with
telling blow and yet suffer no losses himself. shock. Some of them cried out that they
He called a lieutenant to his side and said, should go after the Mexicans and make them
"Order the men to attack with fixed bayonets pay for what they had done, but Mangus
and swords. Not one shot must be fired, for Colorado said no. They had too few bullets
this would bring their warriors back. Do you and arrows, and he knew that if they went
understand?" after the soldiers now too many of them
"Si, I understand perfectly." The lieuten- would be killed. They had to wait. They had to
ant saluted and then wheeled his horse to
bark out the orders. Abruptly there was the *Governor Medina of Chihuahua complained
clanking of steel as the soldiers drew their bitterly to his superiors in Mexico City over Caras-
co's act of treachery, but the latter was not pun-
swords or fastened gleaming bayonets to their
ished or censured in any way. Some years later the
guns. general was poisoned by his own people, who were
The Mexicans now rode on slowly, so there unable to bear his tyranny any longer.
BIOGRAPHY 1049
return the many weary miles to their homes, Sonora River, and eight men came from the
they had to think of a plan for battle, and they village to parley with them. But Goyathlay did
had to call upon other tribes for help. Only a not give them an opportunity to speak. He had
fool would rush into battle first without think- them captured, killed, and scalped,* hating
ing and planning. them because they were Mexican and also
One of the Apaches who had suffered most because he knew that this would bring sol-
from the massacre was a young warrior diers out to the field.
named Goyathlay, which meant One Who The following day a few troops came out
Yawns. Up until this time he had been a good from Arizpe, and a general skirmish began,
fighter but had never killed with hatred. The lasting throughout the day without develop-
death of his wife Alope, his three children, ing into a pitched battle. At nightfall the
and his widowed mother was to change him Indians managed to capture the Mexicans'
so terribly that he was destined to be known supply train, thus adding more guns and am-
as the most feared fighting chief of the entire munition to their stores.
Apache nation. During that day messengers raced from
"Our chief, Mangus Colorado, gave the Arizpe, carrying word to General Carasco of
order to start at once in perfect silence for our the Apache attack. The general immediately
homes, leaving the dead upon the field," ordered two companies of infantry and two of
Goyathlay said many years later in telling the cavalry into the field to find and kill the
story of the massacre. "I stood until all had Indians. But these were seen by Apache
passed, hardly knowing what I would do. I scouts long before they drew close enough to
had no weapons, nor did I hardly wish to strike.
fight., neither did I think of recovering the When news of the advancing Mexicans
bodies of my loved ones, for that was forbid- was brought back to the Indians, Mangus
den. I did not pray, nor did I resolve to do Colorado placed Goyathlay in full command.
anything in particular, for I had no purpose "This honor was conferred upon me," he said
followed the tribe silently, keep-
left. I finally later, "because I had been more deeply
ing just within hearing distance of the soft wronged [in the massacre outside Janos] than
noise of the retreating Apaches." any of the others."
When the Indians arrived back at their He ordered fifty of his warriors to circle
rancheria, Mangus Colorado saw and under- behind the hills and lie as still as the rocks
stood the bitter hatred which had built up until the battle started.Then they were to
within Goyathlay, and he decided to place the attack the soldiers from the rear, catching
young warrior in command of the war against them between two fires. He hid the remainder
Carasco. Not only were the Mimbrenos put of his men in the bushes and trees near the
under his command, but also the Mescaleros instructing them to make even less
river,
and the Coyoteros. movement than swaying leaves. Goyathlay
The Apaches went back into Mexico as wanted to surprise the Mexicans so complete-
soon as they could make ready, leaving their ly that his outnumbered warriors would be
ponies behind so that they could travel with able to win the victory.
less chance of being seen. And they went The soldiers came on slowly, cautiously.
straight into Sonora,knowing that Carasco They had fought against the Apaches before
would no longer be in Chihuahua. They and knew that they were always hard to find
marc hed about fourteen hours per day, stop- and even more difficult to beat.
ping only for meals. Each warrior carried The Mexicans fired into the trees and
ratio is for three days, and after these sup- bushes, trying to find their enemies. A bullet
plies were exhausted, they killed animals for crashed into the thicket where Goyathlay hid
food.
Tire war party proceeded southwest past *Scalping was not practiced by the Apaches
except in cases of extreme hatred. This incident
Nac< zari and a few other small settlements. indicated their regard of the Mexicans beyond any
They made camp one night near Arizpe on the other action.
1050 CHANCING WORLDS
with some of his warriors, but none of the warriors. My companion wasstruck down by
Indians fired in return. Then several other a saber, but reached our warriors, seized a
I
bullets came, and these also remained unan- spear, and turned. The one who pursued me
swered. The soldiers lost some of their ten- missed his aim and fell by my spear. With his
sion. Surely, they thought, the Apaches were saber I met the trooper who had killed my
not here. It would be a while yet before the companion, and we grappled and fell. I killed
battle started. him with my knife and quickly rose over his
They came on, drawing closer. The foot body, seeking other troopers to kill. There
soldiersmarched in two perfect battle lines, were none."
with the cavalrymen to their rear. Before the smoke and dust of fighting had
Suddenly, Goyathlay gave the signal to at- settled, while hearts were still beating rapidly
tack. from the struggle to kill without being killed,
Hundreds of silent arrows flew into the air Mangus Colorado came up to Goyathlay and
from the trees and bushes, raining down placed a hand upon his shoulder.
among the soldiers. At the same moment, the "It is done, my brother," the chief said.
Indians who had been sent around to the rear "You are no longer a warrior, but a war chief.
launched their attack against the cavalry. And you have this day won yourself a new
The soldiers were caught between the two name, the name the Mexicans gave you
groups, their retreat cut off. Geronimo.* It is a name that will strike terror
The Mexicans yelled in warning some of into the Mexicans and Americans. It is a
them dying with cries of alarm in their name all manner of men will hear and re-
throats. The horses reared and bucked, riders spect long after the name of Mangus Colo-
struggling to stay in their saddles. Then Goya- rado is forgotten."
thlay plunged from his hiding place, and his Geronimo raised his head and stared out
warriors surged after him. The Indians over the battlefield. The pain of losing his
wanted to get at the Mexicans with their family had now gone out of his eyes, to be
knives, they wanted to kill them as their replaced by a hardness that nothing would
women and children had been killed. They ever soften. He had taken the blood of Gen-
wanted hand-to-hand combat, so they could eral Carasco's soldiers with hate in his heart,
hear the cries from the soldiers and see their and the hate was still strong. He wanted to
faces as they died. It was a war of vengeance kill and keep on killing as long as his lungs
more terrible even than the war they had still breathed, as long as the blood still flowed