_How all the People of the Village, both Men and Women, made
complaints of young Owlglass; and how, whilst on horseback with
his Father, without his knowledge, he made game of them all._
Our young acquaintance, Tyll, began at an early age to show signs of
a decidedly marked character. He was full of life and spirits, as the
other children of the village found out to their cost, for no sooner
could he crawl amongst them than he played all manner of tricks. In
truth he was more like a monkey than the child of respectable Christian
parents, and when he had reached the age of four years he became daily
more mischievous. He played his companions as many tricks daily as he
was inches high, and, as "ill weeds grow apace," he soon became almost
unbearable; but yet they could not do without him, so quick was his
invention at all games, which, however, he so contrived that they were
sure to end in a quarrel, taking care to get out of it himself before
the blows came; and he would afterwards mock and laugh at those who
had got hurt. He was even more dangerous away than with them, for he
was then most certainly planning mischief. He would find out holes in
the ground, which he carefully covered with sticks and grass, and then
foremost in the race to a mark he had set up a little beyond the hole,
he would stop short, in time to watch the others tumble one over the
other into the trap he had set them.
Neither were the girls spared. Unknown to them he would fasten their
petticoats together with thorns, as they sat on the ground, and then
frighten them, so as to make them jump up suddenly, when he did not
fail to point out the rents in their dresses, and laugh at them for the
scolding and beating they would get at home. A hundred different tricks
he played them, so that every day some were sure to be sent home crying
and complaining.
True, he got many a thrashing from boys bigger and stronger than
himself; but so sure was he to repay them tenfold, in one way or
another, that both big and small were afraid of him. Nor were the
parents spared when he could safely do mischief to man or woman, so
that constant complaints were made to his father, to whom, however, he
knew how to defend and excuse himself so artfully that the good simple
man thought his dear child shamefully ill-used.
[Illustration: _Young Owlglass mocking the Villagers._]
Tired, at length, of these daily complaints, his father determined to
take him out with him when he knew the street would be full, in order
to show the people how well and soberly his boy could behave; so,
taking him behind him on his horse, having first impressed upon him
that he must be very good, they started off together. Now what did this
obedient child do? He put his finger up to his nose, and by various
other insulting gestures mocked the people as they passed, till there
was a general outcry against the mischievous little imp. His father
was sorely puzzled; and Tyll, pretending to cry, said to him, "You
hear, dear Father, what the people say. You know that I am sitting here
quietly, without saying a single word, and yet all complain of me." His
father hereupon places his dear child before him. Young hopeful, now
seated before his father, could do nothing but make faces and put out
his tongue at the people, who again were loud in their complaints. The
poor man, who could see no fault in his darling, said, "Do not fret,
my own dear Boy. We will go and live somewhere else, and get away from
these evil-minded people." He did, indeed, move to a distance, and
not many years after died, leaving wife and child in great poverty.
Now young Tyll, though sixteen years old, had learnt no business, nor
anything useful or good, but with years had increased in all malice and
mischief.
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