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THE HISTORY OF TOM THUMB
In the days of King Arthur, Merlin, the famous enchanter, was out on a
journey, and stopped one day at the cottage of an honest ploughman to
ask for refreshment. The ploughman’s wife brought him some milk in a
wooden bowl, and some brown bread on a wooden platter.
Merlin could not help observing that, although everything within the
cottage was particularly neat and in good order, the ploughman and his
wife had the most sorrowful air, so he questioned them about the cause
of their distress, and learned that they were miserable because they
had no children. The poor woman declared that she would be the happiest
creature in the world if she had but a son, although he were no bigger
than his father’s thumb. Merlin was very much amused at the thought of
a boy no bigger than a man’s thumb; and as soon as he returned home he
sent for the Queen of the Fairies and related to her the desire of the
ploughman and his wife to have a son the size of his father’s thumb.
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The Queen of the Fairies promised that their wish should be granted.
And so it happened one day that the ploughman’s wife had a son exactly
of the size of his father’s thumb. While the mother was sitting up in
bed, admiring the child, the Queen of the Fairies appeared, and kissed
the infant, giving it the name of Tom Thumb, and summoned several
fairies to clothe her little favorite.
Tom never grew any bigger; but, as he grew older, he became very
cunning and sly, which his mother did not sufficiently correct him for;
so that, when he was old enough to play with the boys for
cherry-stones, and had lost all his own, he used to creep into the
other boys’ bags, fill his pockets, and come out again to play. But one
day, as he was getting out of a bag of cherry-stones, the boy to whom
it belonged chanced to see him.
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“Ah, ah! my little Tom Thumb,” said the boy, “have I caught you at your
bad tricks at last? Now I will pay you off well for thieving.”
Then drawing the string tight round his neck, and shaking the bag
heartily, the cherry stones bruised Tom’s limbs and body sadly, which
made him beg to be let out, and promise never to be guilty of such
doings any more.
Shortly afterwards Tom’s mother was making a batter pudding, and, that
he might see how she mixed it, he climbed up to the edge of the bowl,
but his foot happening to slip he fell over head and ears into the
batter, and his mother not observing him, stirred him into the pudding
and popped it all into the pot to boil. The hot water made Tom kick and
struggle; and his mother, seeing the pudding jump up and down, thought
it was bewitched. A tinker was going by just at the time, so she gave
him the pudding, and he put it into his budget and walked away. As soon
as Tom could get the batter out of his mouth he began to cry aloud;
this so frightened the poor tinker that he flung the pudding over the
hedge. The pudding being broken by the fall Tom was released, and
walked home to his mother, who gave him a kiss and put him to bed.
Tom Thumb’s mother once took him with her when she went to milk the
cow; it being a very windy day, she tied him with a needleful of thread
to a thistle. The cow, liking his oak-leaf hat, took him and the
thistle up at one mouthful. While the cow was chewing the thistle, Tom,
terrified at her great teeth, cried out, “Mother! mother!”
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“Where are you, Tommy, my dear Tommy?” said the mother.
“Here, mother; here in the red cow’s mouth.”
The mother began to cry and wring her hands; but the cow, surprised at
such odd noises in her throat, opened her mouth and let him drop out.
His mother clapped him into her apron and ran home with him.
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Tom’s father made him a whip of barley-straw to drive the cattle with,
and one day in the field Tom slipped into a deep furrow. A raven flying
over picked him up with a grain of corn, and flew with him to the top
of the giant’s castle by the seaside, where he left him. Old Grumbo,
the giant, came out soon afterwards, to walk upon his terrace, and Tom,
frightened out of his wits, managed to creep up his sleeve. Tom’s
motions made the giant uncomfortable, and with a jerk of his arm, he
threw him into the sea. A great fish then swallowed him. The fish was
soon after caught, and sent as a present to King Arthur. When it was
cut open, everybody was delighted with little Tom Thumb, who was found
inside. He became the favorite of the whole court, and by his merry
pranks often amused the King and Queen.
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The King, when he rode on horseback, frequently took Tom in his hand;
and if a shower of rain came on, the tiny dwarf used to creep into the
King’s waistcoat pocket and sleep till the rain was over. The King now
questioned him concerning his parents; and when Tom informed his
majesty they were very poor people, the King led him into his treasury,
and told him he should pay them a visit and take with him as much money
as he could carry.
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Tom soon got rested at his mother’s house, but could not travel because
it had rained; his mother therefore took him in her hand and carried
him back to King Arthur’s court. There Tom entertained the King and
Queen and nobility at tilts and tournaments, at which he exerted
himself so much that he brought on a fit of sickness. At this juncture
the Queen of the Fairies came in a chariot drawn by flying mice, and
placing Tom by her side she drove through the air till they arrived at
her palace. After restoring him to health, the Queen commanded a fair
wind, and, placing Tom before it, blew him straight back to the court
of King Arthur. But just as Tom should have alighted in the courtyard,
the cook happened to pass with the King’s great bowl of his favorite
dish, furmenty, and poor Tom fell plump into the middle of it, and
splashed the hot furmenty into the cook’s eyes. Down went the bowl.
“Oh, dear,” cried Tom. “Murder! murder!” bellowed the cook; and away
ran the King’s nice furmenty into the kennel. The cook was a cross
fellow and swore to the King that Tom had done it out of some evil
design; so he was tried for high treason and sentenced to be beheaded.
When the judge delivered this dreadful sentence it happened that a
miller was standing by with his mouth wide open, so Tom took a good
spring and jumped down his throat, unperceived by all, even by the
miller himself.
As Tom could not be found the court broke up, and away went the miller
to his mill. But Tom did not leave him long at rest, he began to roll
and tumble about, so that the miller thought himself bewitched, and
sent for a doctor. When the doctor came, Tom began to dance and sing.
The doctor was as much frightened as the miller, and sent in great
haste for five more doctors.
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While all these were talking the miller began to yawn, and Tom, taking
the opportunity, made another bold jump and alighted on his feet in the
middle of the table. The miller, provoked to be thus tormented by such
a little creature, caught hold of Tom and threw him out of the window
into the river. A large salmon swimming by snapped him up in a moment.
The salmon was soon caught and sold in the market to the steward of a
great lord. The grandee, thinking it an uncommonly fine fish, made a
present of it to the King, who ordered it to be dressed immediately.
When the cook cut open the salmon he found poor Tom inside, and ran
with him directly to the King; but the King being busy, desired that he
might be brought another day.
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The cook was resolved to keep him safely this time, so clapped him into
a mouse-trap. There he was shut up for a whole week, when the King sent
for him, forgave him for throwing down the furmenty, and ordered him
new clothes, gave him a spirited mouse for a hunter, and knighted him.
Thus dressed and mounted, he rode a hunting with the King and nobility.
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As they were riding by a farmhouse one day, a cat jumped from behind
the door, seized the mouse and little Tom, ran off with them both, and
was just going to devour the mouse when Tom boldly drew his sword and
attacked the cat with great spirit. The King and his nobles, seeing Tom
in danger, went to his assistance, and one of the lords bravely saved
him just in time, but poor Tom was sadly scratched by the claws of the
cat.
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The Queen of the Fairies came and took him again to Fairyland, where
she kept him some years; after which, dressing him in bright green, she
sent him flying once more through the air to the earth. King Thunstone
now reigned in the place of King Arthur. The people flocked far and
near to look at Tom Thumb, and the King, before whom he was carried,
asked him who he was and where he lived. Tom answered:
“My name is Tom Thumb,
From the fairies I come;
When King Arthur shone,
This court was my home.
In me he delighted,
By him I was knighted.
Did you ever hear of
Sir Thomas Thumb?
The King was so charmed with this address that he ordered a little
chair to be made, and also a palace of gold a span high, with a door an
inch wide, for little Tom to live in. He also gave him a coach, drawn
by six small mice. This made the Queen angry, because she had not a new
coach too; therefore, resolving to ruin Tom, she complained to the King
that he had behaved very insolently to her. The King sent for him in a
rage. Tom, to escape his fury, crept into a large, empty snail-shell,
and there lay for some time, when, peeping out of the shell, he saw a
fine butterfly on the ground. He ventured forth and got astride the
butterfly, which took wing, and mounted into the air with little Tom on
his back. Away he flew straight to the King’s court.
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The King, Queen, and nobles all strove to catch the butterfly. At
length poor Tom slipped from his seat, and fell into a sweet dish
called white-pot, where he was found, almost drowned. The Queen vowed
he should be punished, and he was secured once more in a mouse-trap,
when the cat, seeing something stir, and supposing it to be a mouse,
patted the trap about till she broke it and set Tom at liberty.
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Soon afterwards a spider, taking poor Tom for a big fly, made a spring
at him. Tom drew his sword and fought valiantly, but the spider’s
poisonous breath overcame him.
King Thunstone and his whole court went into mourning for little Tom
Thumb. They buried him under a rose-bush, and raised a nice, white
marble monument over his grave.
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