was hardly able to utter one word for weakness. His cheeks were white,
and his eyes red.
Then the shoemaker said to him, “I will give you a bit of bread to-day,
but in return for it, I will put out your right eye.”
The unhappy tailor, who still wished to save his life, could not do it
in any other way. He wept once more with both eyes, and then held them
out. The shoemaker, who had a heart of stone, put out his right eye
with a sharp knife.
The tailor called to remembrance what his mother had formerly said to
him when he had been eating secretly in the pantry, “Eat what one can,
and suffer what one must.”
When he had consumed his dearly-bought bread, he got on his legs again,
forgot his misery and comforted himself with the thought that he could
always see enough with one eye.
But on the sixth day, hunger made itself felt again, and gnawed him
almost to the heart. In the evening he fell down by a tree, and on the
seventh morning he could not raise himself up for faintness, and death
was close at hand.
Then said the shoemaker, “I will show mercy and give you bread once
more, but you shall not have it for nothing. I shall put out your other
eye for it.”
And now the tailor felt how thoughtless his life had been, prayed to
God for forgiveness, and said, “Do what you will, I will bear what I
must, but remember that our Lord God does not always look on passively,
and that an hour will come when the evil deed, which you have done to
me and which I have not deserved of you, will be requited. When times
were good with me, I shared what I had with you. My trade is of that
kind that each stitch must always be exactly like the other. If I no
longer have my eyes and can sew no more, I must go a-begging. At any
rate, do not leave me here alone when I am blind, or I shall die of
hunger.”
The shoemaker, however, who had driven God out of his heart, took the
knife and put out his left eye. Then he gave him a bit of bread to eat,
held out a stick to him, and drew him on behind him.
When the sun went down, they got out of the forest, and before them in
the open country stood the gallows. Thither the shoemaker guided the
blind tailor, and then left him alone and went his way.
Weariness, pain, and hunger made the wretched man fall asleep, and he
slept the whole night. When day dawned he awoke, but knew not where he
lay.
Two poor sinners were hanging on the gallows, and a crow sat on the
head of each of them. Then one of the men who had been hanged began to
speak, and said, “Brother, are you awake?”
“Yes, I am awake,” answered the second.
“Then I will tell you something,” said the first; “the dew which this
night has fallen down over us from the gallows, gives every one who
washes himself with it, his eyes again. If blind people did but know
this, how many would regain their sight who do not believe that to be
possible!”
When the tailor heard that, he took his pocket-handkerchief, pressed it
on the grass, and when it was moist with dew, washed the sockets of his
eyes with it. Immediately was fulfilled what the man on the gallows had
said, and a couple of healthy new eyes filled the sockets.
It was not long before the tailor saw the sun rise behind the
mountains. In the plain before him, lay the great royal city with its
magnificent gates and hundred towers. The golden balls and crosses
which were on the spires began to shine. He could distinguish every
leaf on the trees, saw the birds which flew past, and the midges which
danced in the air. He took a needle out of his pocket, and as he could
thread it as well as ever he had done, his heart danced with delight.
He threw himself on his knees, thanked God for the mercy he had shown
him, and said his morning prayer.
Then he took his bundle on his back, and soon forgot the pain of heart
he had endured, and went on his way singing and whistling.
The first thing he met was a brown foal running about the fields at
large. He caught it by the mane, and wanted to spring on it and ride
into the town.
The foal, however, begged to be set free. “I am still too young,” it
said, “even a light tailor such as you are would break my back in
two--let me go till I have grown strong. A time may come when I can
reward you for it.”
“Run off,” said the tailor, “I see you are still a giddy thing.”
He gave it a touch with a switch over its back, whereupon it kicked up
its hind legs for joy, leapt over hedges and ditches, and galloped away
into the open country.
But the little tailor had eaten nothing since the day before. “The sun
to be sure fills my eyes,” said he, “but the bread does not fill my
mouth. The first thing that comes across me and is even half eatable,
will have to suffer for it.”
In the meantime a stork stepped solemnly over the meadow toward him.
“Halt, halt!” cried the tailor, and seized him by the leg. “I don’t
know if you are good to eat or not, but my hunger leaves me no great
choice. I must cut your head off, and roast you.”
“Don’t do that,” replied the stork; “I am a sacred bird which brings
mankind great profit, and no one ever does me an injury. Leave me my
life, and I may do you good in some other way.”
“Well, be off, Cousin Longlegs,” said the tailor.
The stork rose up, let its long legs hang down, and flew gently away.
“What’s to be the end of this?” said the tailor to himself at last; “my
hunger grows greater and greater, and my stomach more and more empty.
Whatsoever comes in my way now is lost.”
At this moment, he saw a couple of young ducks which were on a pond,
come swimming toward him.
“You come just at the right moment,” said he, and laid hold of one of
them and was about to wring its neck.
On this an old duck, which was hidden among the reeds, began to scream
loudly and swam to him with open beak, and begged him urgently to spare
her dear children.
“Can you not imagine,” said she, “how your mother would mourn if any
one wanted to carry you off, and give you your death blow?”
“Only be quiet,” said the good-tempered tailor; “you shall keep your
children,” and he put the prisoner back into the water.
When he turned round, he was standing in front of an old tree which was
partly hollow, and saw some wild bees flying in and out of it.
“There I shall at once find the reward of my good deed,” said the
tailor; “the honey will refresh me.”
But the Queen-Bee came out, threatened him and said, “If you touch my
people, and destroy my nest, our stings shall pierce your skin like ten
thousand red-hot needles. But if you will leave us in peace and go your
way, we will do you a service for it another time.”
The little tailor saw that here also nothing was to be done. “Three
dishes empty and nothing on the fourth is a bad dinner!” He dragged
himself therefore with his starved-out stomach into the town. It was
just striking twelve, all was ready-cooked for him in the inn, and he
was able to sit down at once to dinner.
When he was satisfied, he said, “Now I will get to work.”
He went round the town, sought a master, and soon found a good
situation. As he had thoroughly learned his trade, it was not long
before he became famous, and every one wanted to have a new coat made
by the little tailor, whose importance increased daily.
“I can go no further in skill,” said he, “and yet things improve every
day.”
At last the King appointed him court-tailor.
But how things do happen in the world! On the very same day his former
comrade, the shoemaker, also became court-shoemaker. When the latter
caught sight of the tailor, and saw that he had once more two healthy
eyes, his conscience troubled him.
“Before he takes revenge on me,” thought he to himself, “I must dig a
pit for him.”
He, however, who digs a pit for another, falls into it himself.
In the evening when work was over and it had grown dusk, he stole to
the King and said, “Lord King, the tailor is an arrogant fellow and has
boasted that he will get the gold crown back again, which was lost in
ancient times.”
“That would please me very much,” said the King.
He caused the tailor to be brought before him next morning, and ordered
him to get the crown back again, or to leave the town for ever.
“Oho!” thought the tailor, “a rogue gives more than he has got. If the
surly King wants me to do what can be done by no one, I will not wait
till morning, but will go out of the town at once, to-day.”
He packed up his bundle, but when he was without the gate, he could not
help being sorry to give up his good fortune and turn his back on the
town in which all had gone so well with him. He came to the pond where
he had made the acquaintance of the ducks.
At that very moment the old one whose young ones he had spared was
sitting there by the shore, pluming herself with her beak. She knew him
again and asked why he was hanging his head.
“You will not be surprised when you hear what has befallen me,” replied
the tailor, and told her his fate.
“If that be all,” said the duck, “we can help you. The crown fell into
the water, and lies at the bottom. We will soon bring it up again for
you. In the meantime just spread out your handkerchief on the bank.”
She dived down with her twelve young ones. And in five minutes she was
up again with the crown resting on her wings. The twelve young ones
were swimming round about and had put their beaks under it, and were
helping to carry it. They all swam to the shore and put the crown on
the handkerchief.
No one can imagine how magnificent the crown was. When the sun shone on
it, it gleamed like a hundred thousand carbuncles. The tailor tied his
handkerchief together by the four corners, and carried it to the King,
who was full of joy, and put a gold chain round the tailor’s neck.
When the shoemaker saw that one stroke had failed, he contrived a
second, and went to the King and said, “Lord King, the tailor has
become insolent again. He boasts that he will copy in wax the whole of
the royal palace, with everything that pertains to it, loose or fast,
inside and out.”
The King sent for the tailor and ordered him to copy in wax the whole
of the royal palace, with everything that pertained to it, movable
or immovable, within and without. And if he did not succeed in doing
this, or if so much as one nail on the wall were wanting, he should be
imprisoned for his whole life underground.
The tailor thought, “It gets worse and worse! No one can endure that!”
and threw his bundle on his back, and went forth.
When he came to the hollow tree, he sat down and hung his head. The
bees came flying out, and the Queen-Bee asked him if he had a stiff
neck, since he held his head so awry.
“Alas, no,” answered the tailor, “something quite different weighs me
down,” and he told her what the King had demanded of him.
The bees began to buzz and hum amongst themselves, and the Queen-Bee
said, “Just go home again. But come back to-morrow at this time, and
bring a large sheet with you, and then all will be well.”
So he turned back again, but the bees flew to the royal palace and
straight into it through the open windows, crept round about into every
corner, and inspected everything most carefully.
Then they hurried back and modeled the palace in wax with such rapidity
that any one looking on would have thought it was growing before his
eyes. By the evening all was ready.
And when the tailor came next morning, the whole of the splendid
building was there, and not one nail in the wall or tile of the roof
was wanting, and it was delicate withal and white as snow, and smelt
sweet as honey.
The tailor wrapped it carefully in his cloth and took it to the King,
who could not admire it enough, placed it in his largest hall, and in
return for it presented the tailor with a large stone house.
The shoemaker, however, did not give up, but went for the third time to
the King and said, “Lord King, it has come to the tailor’s ears that
no water will spring up in the courtyard of the castle. He has boasted
that it shall rise up in the midst of the courtyard to a man’s height
and be clear as crystal.”
Then the King ordered the tailor to be brought before him and said,
“If a stream of water does not rise in my courtyard by to-morrow as
you have promised, the executioner shall in that very place make you
shorter by the head.”
The poor tailor did not take long to think about it, but hurried out to
the gate, and because this time it was a matter of life and death to
him, tears rolled down his face.
Whilst he was thus going forth full of sorrow, the foal to which he
had formerly given its liberty, and which had now become a beautiful
chestnut horse, came leaping toward him.
“The time has come,” it said to the tailor, “when I can repay you for
your good deed. I know already what is needful to you, but you shall
soon have help. Get on me, my back can carry two such as you.”
The tailor’s courage came back to him. He jumped up in one bound; and
the horse went full speed into the town, and right up to the courtyard
of the castle. It galloped as quick as lightning thrice round it, and
at the third time it fell violently down. At the same instant there was
a terrific clap of thunder, a fragment of earth in the middle of the
courtyard sprang like a cannon ball into the air, and over the castle.
Directly after it, a jet of water rose as high as a man on horseback,
and the water was as pure as crystal, and the sunbeams began to dance
on it.
When the King saw that he arose in amazement, and went and embraced the
tailor in the sight of all men.
But good fortune did not last long. The King had daughters in plenty,
each one prettier than the other, but he had no son.
So the malicious shoemaker betook himself for the fourth time to the
King, and said, “Lord King, the tailor has not given up his arrogance.
He has now boasted that if he liked, he could cause a son to be brought
to the Lord King through the air.”
The King commanded the tailor to be summoned, and said, “If you cause
a son to be brought to me within nine days, you shall have my eldest
daughter to wife.”
“The reward is indeed great,” thought the little tailor. “One would
willingly do something for it, but the cherries grow too high for me.
If I climb for them, the bough will break beneath me, and I shall fall.”
He went home, seated himself cross-legged on his work-table, and
thought over what was to be done.
“It can’t be managed,” cried he at last. “I will go away. After all I
can’t live in peace here.”
He tied up his bundle and hurried away to the gate. When he got to the
meadow, he perceived his old friend the stork, who was walking backward
and forward like a philosopher. Sometimes he stood still, took a frog
into close consideration, and at length swallowed it down.
The stork came to him and greeted him. “I see,” he began, “that you
have your pack on your back. Why are you leaving the town?”
The tailor told him what the King had required of him, and how he could
not perform it, and lamented his misfortune.
“Don’t let your hair grow gray about that,” said the stork. “I will
help you out of your difficulty. For a long time past, I have carried
the children in swaddling-clothes into the town. So for once, I can
fetch a little Prince out of the well. Go home and be easy. In nine
days from this time repair to the royal palace, and there will I come.”
The little tailor went home, and at the appointed time was at the
castle. It was not long before the stork came flying thither and tapped
at the window. The tailor opened it, and Cousin Longlegs came carefully
in, and walked with solemn steps over the smooth marble pavement.
He had a baby in his beak that was as lovely as an angel, and stretched
out its little hands to the Queen. The stork laid it in her lap, and
she caressed it and kissed it, and was beside herself with delight.
Before the stork flew away he took his traveling bag off his back and
handed it over to the Queen. In it there were little paper parcels
full of colored sweetmeats, and they were divided amongst the little
Princesses.
[Illustration: THE ELDEST GOT THE MERRY TAILOR FOR A HUSBAND]
The eldest, however, had none of them, but got the merry tailor for a
husband.
“It seems to me,” said he, “just as if I had won the highest prize. My
mother was right after all; she always said that whoever trusts in God
and his own fortune can never fail.”
The shoemaker had to make the shoes in which the little tailor danced
at the wedding festival. After which he was commanded to quit the town
for ever.
The road to the forest led him to the gallows. Worn out with anger,
rage, and the heat of the day, he threw himself down. When he had
closed his eyes and was about to sleep, the two crows flew down from
the heads of the men who were hanging there, and pecked his eyes out.
In his madness he ran into the forest and must have died there of
hunger, for no one has ever either seen him again or heard of him.
[Illustration]
JORINDA AND JORINGEL
There was once an old castle in the midst of a large and thick forest,
and in it an old woman, who was a Witch, dwelt all alone.
In the daytime, she changed herself into a cat or a screech-owl, but
in the evening she took her proper shape again as a human being. She
could lure wild beasts and birds to her, then she killed and boiled and
roasted them.
If any one came within one hundred paces of the castle he was obliged
to stand still, and could not stir from the place until she bade him
be free. But whenever an innocent maiden came within this circle, she
changed her into a bird, shut her up in a wicker-work cage, and carried
the cage into a room in the castle. She had about seven thousand cages
of rare birds in the castle.
Now, there was once a maiden who was called Jorinda, who was fairer
than all other girls. She and a handsome youth named Joringel had
promised to marry each other, and their greatest happiness was being
together.
One day, in order that they might be able to talk together in quiet,
they went for a walk in the forest.
“Take care,” said Joringel, “that you do not go too near the castle.”
It was a beautiful evening. The sun shone brightly between the trunks
of the trees into the dark green of the forest, and the turtledoves
sang mournfully upon the young boughs of the birch-trees.
Jorinda wept now and then. She sat down in the sunshine and was
sorrowful. Joringel was sorrowful too. They were as sad as if they were
about to die. Then they looked around them, and were quite at a loss,
for they did not know by which way to go home. The sun was half above
the mountain and half set.
Joringel looked through the bushes, and saw the old walls of the castle
close at hand. He was horror-stricken and filled with deadly fear.
Jorinda was singing:
“_My little Bird, with the necklace red,
Sings sorrow, sorrow, sorrow,
He sings that the Dove must soon be dead,
Sings sorrow, sor----jug, jug, jug!_”
Joringel looked for Jorinda. She was changed into a Nightingale, and
sang “_jug, jug, jug!_”
A screech-owl with glowing eyes flew three times round about her, and
three times cried, “_to-whoo, to-whoo, to-whoo!_”
Joringel could not move. He stood there like a stone, and could neither
weep nor speak, nor move hand or foot.
The sun had now set. The owl flew into the thicket. Directly afterward
there came out of it a crooked Old Woman, yellow and lean, with large
red eyes and a hooked nose, the point of which reached to her chin. She
muttered to herself, caught the Nightingale, and took it away in her
hand.
Joringel could neither speak nor move from the spot. The Nightingale
was gone.
At last the woman came back, and said in a hollow voice, “Greet thee,
Zachiel. If the moon shines on the cage, Zachiel, let him loose at
once.”
Then Joringel was freed. He fell on his knees before the woman and
begged that she would give him back his Jorinda. But she said that he
should never have her again, and went away. He called, he wept. He
lamented, but all in vain, “Ah, what is to become of me?”
Joringel went away, and at last came to a strange village. There he
kept sheep for a long time. He often walked round and round the castle,
but not too near to it. One night he dreamt that he found a Blood-Red
Flower, in the middle of which was a beautiful large pearl; that he
picked the flower and went with it to the castle, and that everything
he touched with the flower was freed from enchantment. He also dreamt
that by means of it, he recovered his Jorinda.
In the morning, when he awoke, he began to seek over hill and dale to
find such a flower. He sought until the ninth day, and then, early in
the morning, he found the Blood-Red Flower. In the middle of it, there
was a large dew-drop, as big as the finest pearl.
Day and night, he journeyed with this flower to the castle. When he
was within a hundred paces of it he was not held fast, but walked on to
the door.
Joringel was full of joy. He touched the door with the flower, and it
sprang open. He walked in through the courtyard, and listened for the
sound of the birds. At last he heard it. He went on, and found the room
from whence it came. There the Witch was feeding the birds in the seven
thousand cages.
When she saw Joringel, she was angry, very angry, and scolded and spat
poison and gall, but she could not come within two paces of him. He did
not take any notice of her, but went and looked at the cages with the
birds. But there were many hundred Nightingales, how was he to find his
Jorinda again?
Just then he saw the Old Woman quietly take away a cage with a bird in
it, and go toward the door.
Swiftly he sprang toward her, touched the cage with the flower, and
also the Old Woman.
She could now no longer bewitch any one. And Jorinda was standing
there, clasping him round the neck, and she was as beautiful as ever!
[Illustration]
HOW SIX MEN GOT ON IN THE WORLD
There was once a man who understood all kinds of arts. He served
in war, and behaved well and bravely, but when the war was over he
received his dismissal, and three farthings for his expenses on the
way. “Stop,” said he, “I shall not be content with this. If I can but
meet with the right people, the King will have to give me all the
treasure of the country.”
Then full of anger he went into the forest, and saw a man standing
therein who had plucked up six trees as if they were blades of corn. He
said to him, “Will you be my servant and go with me?”
“Yes,” he answered, “but, first, I will take this little bundle of
sticks home to my mother,” and he took one of the trees, and wrapped
it round the five others, lifted the bundle on his back and carried it
away.
Then he returned and went with his master, who said, “We two ought to
be able to get through the world very well.”
When they had walked on for a short while they found a huntsman who was
kneeling, had shouldered his gun, and was about to fire. The master
said to him, “Huntsman, what are you going to shoot?”
He answered, “Two miles from here a fly is sitting on the branch of an
oak-tree, and I want to shoot its left eye out.”
“Oh, come with me,” said the man, “if we three are together, we
certainly ought to be able to get on in the world!”
The huntsman was ready, and went with him.
They came to seven windmills whose sails were turning round with great
speed, and yet no wind was blowing either on the right or the left, and
no leaf was stirring. Then said the man, “I know not what is driving
the windmills, not a breath of air is stirring,” and he went onward
with his servants, and when they had walked two miles they saw a man
sitting on a tree, who was shutting one nostril, and blowing out of the
other. “Good gracious! what are you doing up there?”
He answered, “Two miles from here are seven windmills. Look, I am
blowing them till they turn round.”
“Oh, come with me,” said the man. “If we four are together, we shall
carry the whole world before us!”
Then the blower came down and went with him.
After a while they saw a man who was standing on one leg and had taken
off the other, and laid it beside him. Then the master said, “You have
arranged things very comfortably to have a rest.”
“I am a runner,” he replied, “and to stop myself running far too fast,
I have taken off one of my legs, for if I run with both, I go quicker
than any bird can fly.”
“Oh, come with me. If we five are together, we shall carry the whole
world before us.”
So he went with them.
It was not long before they met a man who wore a cap, but had put it
quite on one ear. Then the master said to him, “Gracefully! gracefully!
don’t stick your cap on one ear, you look just like a tom-fool!”
“I must not wear it otherwise,” said he, “for if I set my hat straight,
a terrible frost comes on, and all the birds in the air are frozen, and
drop dead on the ground.”
“Oh, come with me,” said the master. “If we six are together, we can
carry the whole world before us.”