six brothers whom the Giant has turned to stone; and see, here are their
six brides. Yonder is the door, and in at that door you must go. When
you get in you'll find a princess, and she'll tell you what to do to
make an end of the Giant. Only mind you do as she bids you."
Well! Boots went in, but, truth to say, he was very much afraid. The
Giant was away, but in one of the rooms sat the Princess, just as the
wolf had said, and so lovely a princess Boots had never set eyes upon.
"Oh, heaven help you! whence have you come?" said the Princess, as she
saw him; "it will surely be your death. No one can make an end of the
Giant who lives here. He is a most cruel monster, and he has no heart in
his body."
"Well! well!" said Boots; "but now that I am here, I may as well try
what I can do with him, and I will see if I can't free my brothers, who
have been turned to stone; and you, too, I will try to save, that I
will."
"Well, if you must, you must," said the Princess; "so let us see if we
can't hit upon a plan. Just creep under the bed yonder, and mind you
listen to what he and I talk about. But, pray, do lie as still as a
mouse."
So he crept under the bed, and he had scarce got well underneath, before
the Giant came.
"Ha!" roared the Giant, "what a smell of Christian blood there is in the
house."
"Yes, I know there is," said the Princess, "for there came a crow flying
with a man's bone, and let it fall down the chimney. I made all the
haste I could to get it out, but all one can do the smell doesn't go so
soon."
So the Giant said no more about it, and when night came they went to
bed. After they had lain a while the Princess said, "There is one thing
I'd be glad to ask you about, if I only dared."
"What thing is that?" asked the Giant.
"Only this, where do you keep your heart, since you don't carry it about
you," said the Princess.
"Ah! that's a thing you've no business to ask about: but if you must
know, it lies under the door sill." said the Giant.
"Ho, ho!" said Boots to himself under the bed. "Then we'll soon see if
we can't find it."
Next morning the Giant got up very early, and strode off to the wood;
but he was hardly out of the house before Boots and the Princess set to
work to look under the door sill for this heart; but the more they dug
and the more they hunted the more they couldn't find it.
"He has balked us this time," said the Princess, "but we'll try him once
more."
So she picked all the prettiest flowers she could find, and strewed them
over the door sill, which they had laid in its right place again; and
when the time came for the Giant to come home, Boots crept under the
bed. Just as he was well under back came the Giant.
Snuff-snuff went the Giant's nose. "My eyes and limbs, what a smell of
Christian blood there is in here," said he.
"I know there is," said the Princess, "for there came a crow flying with
a man's bone in his bill, and let it fall down the chimney. I made as
much haste as I could to get it out, but I dare say it's that you
smell."
So the Giant held his peace and said no more about it. A little while
after, he asked who it was that had strewed flowers about the door sill.
"Oh, I, of course," said the Princess.
"And, pray, what is the meaning of all this? said the Giant.
"Ah!" said the Princess, "I strewed them there when I knew your heart
lay under there."
"You don't say so," said the Giant; "but after all it doesn't lie there
at all."
So when they went to bed in the evening, the Princess asked the Giant
again where his heart was, for she said she would so much like to know.
"Well," said the Giant, "if you must know, it lies away yonder in the
cupboard against the wall."
"So, so!" thought Boots and the Princess; "then we will soon find it."
Next morning the Giant was away early, and strode off to the wood. As
soon as he was gone, Boots and the Princess were in the cupboard hunting
for the heart, but the more they looked for it the less they found it.
"Well," said the Princess, "we'll just try him once more."
So she decked the cupboard with flowers and garlands, and when the time
came for the Giant to come home, Boots crept under the bed again.
Then back came the Giant.
Snuff-snuff! "My eyes and limbs, what a smell of Christian blood there
is in here!"
"I know there is," said the Princess, "for a little while since there
came a crow flying with a man's bone in his bill, and let it fall down
the chimney. I made all the haste I could to get it out of the house;
but after all my pains I dare say it's that you smell."
When the Giant heard that he said no more about it, but after a while he
saw how the cupboard was all decked about with flowers and garlands; and
he asked who it was that had done that. Who could it be but the
Princess?
"And, pray what's the meaning of all this foolishness?" asked the Giant.
"Oh, I couldn't help doing it when I knew your heart lay there," said
the Princess.
"How can you be so silly as to believe any such thing?" said the Giant.
"How can I help believing it, when you say it?" said the Princess.
"You're a goose," said the Giant; "where my heart is, you will never
come."
"Yet for all that," said the Princess, "it would be such a pleasure to
know where it really lies."
Then the poor Giant could hold out no longer, but said,--
"Far, far away in a lake lies an island; on that island stands a church;
in that church is a well; in that well swims a duck; in that duck there
is an egg, and in that egg there lies my heart."
In the morning early, while it was still gray dawn, the Giant strode off
to the wood.
"Now I must set off too," said Boots; "if I only knew how to find the
way." He took a long farewell of the Princess, and when he slipped out
of the Giant's door, there stood the Wolf waiting for him. Boots told
him all that had happened, and said now he wished to ride to the well
inside the church, if only he knew the way. The Wolf bade him jump on
his back, and away they went, over hill and dale, over hedge and field,
till the wind whistled after them. After they had travelled many, many
days, they came at last to the lake. Then the Prince did not know how to
get across, but the Wolf bade him not to be afraid, but to hold fast. So
he jumped into the lake with the Prince on his back, and swam over to
the island. When they came to the church, the church keys hung high,
high up on the top of the tower, and the Prince knew not how to get them
down.
"Call upon the raven," said the Wolf.
So the Prince called upon the raven, and immediately the raven came, and
flew up and fetched the keys, and so the Prince got into the church.
When he came to the well, there was the duck, which swam about forward
and backward, just as the Giant had said. So the Prince stood and coaxed
it and coaxed it, till finally it came to him, and he grasped it in his
hand; but just as he lifted it up from the water the duck dropped the
egg in the well, and then Boots was beside himself to know how to get it
out again.
"Now call upon the salmon," said the Wolf, and Boots called upon the
salmon, and the salmon came and fetched up the egg from the bottom of
the well.
Then the Wolf told him to squeeze the egg, and as soon as he squeezed
the egg, the Giant screamed and begged and prayed to be spared, saying
he would do all that the Prince wished if he would only not squeeze his
heart in two.
"Tell him to restore to life again your six brothers and their brides,
whom he has turned to stone," said the Wolf. Yes, the Giant was ready to
do that, and he turned the six brothers into king's sons again, and
their brides into king's daughters.
Then Boots left the Giant's heart on the altar of the church. That took
all the evil power from the cruel Giant, and I have never heard of him
since.
And now, Boots rode back again on the Wolf to the Giant's house, and
there stood all his six brothers alive and merry with their brides. Then
Boots went into the hillside after his bride, and they all set off home
again to their father's house. And you may fancy how glad the old King
was when he saw his seven sons come back, each with his bride;--"But the
loveliest bride is the bride of Boots, after all," said the King, "and
he shall sit highest at the table, with her by his side."
So they had a great wedding feast, and the mirth was both loud and long,
and if they have not done feasting, why they are at it still.
THE SHEEP AND THE PIG WHO SET UP HOUSEKEEPING
Once on a time there was a sheep who stood in the pen to be fattened.
So he lived well and was stuffed and crammed with everything that was
good, till one day the dairymaid came to give him still more food. Then
she said, "Eat away, sheep, you won't be here much longer, we are going
to kill you to-morrow."
The sheep thought over this for a while, and then he ate till he was
ready to burst; and when he was crammed full, he butted out the door of
the pen, and took his way to the neighboring farm. There he went to see
a pig whom he had known out on the common, and with whom he had always
been very friendly.
"Good-day," said the sheep, "do you know why it is you are so well off,
and why it is they fatten you and take such pains with you?"
"No, I don't," said the pig.
"Well, I know; they are going to kill and eat you," said the sheep.
"Are they?" said the pig, "and what is there to be done about it?"
"If you will do as I do," said the sheep, "we'll go off to the wood,
build us a house, and set up for ourselves."
Yes, the pig was willing enough. "Good company is such a comfort," he
said, and so the two set off.
When they had gone a bit they met a goose.
"Good-day, good sirs, and whither away so fast to-day?" said the goose.
"Good-day, good-day," said the sheep, "we are going to set up for
ourselves in the wood, for you know every man's house is his castle."
"Well," said the goose, "I should so much like a home of my own, too.
May I go with you?"
"With gossip and gabble is built neither house nor stable," said the
pig, "let us know what you can do."
"I can pluck moss and stuff it into the seams between the planks, and
the house will be tight and warm."
Yes, they would give him leave, for, above all things, piggy wished to
be warm and comfortable.
So, when they had gone a bit farther--the goose had hard work to walk so
fast--they met a hare, who came frisking out of the wood.
"Good-day, good sirs," she said, "how far are you trotting to-day?"
"Good-day, good-day," said the sheep, "we're going to the wood to build
us a house and set up for ourselves, for, you know, try all the world
around, there's nothing like home."
"As for that," said the hare, "I have a house in every bush, but yet, I
have often said in winter, 'If I only live till summer I'll build me a
house,' and so I have half a mind to go with you and build one, after
all."
"Yes," said the pig, "if we ever get into trouble we might use you to
scare away the dogs, for I don't fancy you could help us in
house-building."
"Don't make fun of me. I have teeth to gnaw pegs and paws to drive them
into the wall, so I can very well set up to be carpenter," said the
hare.
So he too got leave to go with them and help to build their house, and
there was nothing more to be said about it.
When they had gone a bit farther they met a cock.
"Good-day, good sirs," said the cock, "whither are you going to-day,
gentlemen?"
"Good-day, good-day," said the sheep, "we are going off to the wood to
build a house and set up for ourselves, for you know, ''Tis good to
travel east and west, but after all a home is best.'"
"Well," said the cock, "if I might have leave to join such a gallant
company, I also would like to go to the wood and build a house."
"Ay, ay!" said the pig, "but how can you help us build a house?"
"Oh," said the cock, "what would you do without a cock? I am up early,
and I wake every one."
"Very true," said the pig, "let him come with us. Sleep is the biggest
thief," he said, "he thinks nothing of stealing half one's life."
So they all set off to the wood together, and built a house.
The pig hewed the timber, and the sheep drew it home; the hare was
carpenter, and gnawed pegs and bolts and hammered them into the walls
and roof; the goose plucked moss and stuffed it into the seams; the cock
crew, and looked out that they did not oversleep themselves in the
morning; and when the house was ready, and the roof lined with birch
bark and thatched with turf, there they lived by themselves and were
merry and well.
But you must know that a bit farther on in the wood was a wolf's den,
and there lived two graylegs. When they saw that a new house had been
built near by, they wanted to become acquainted with their neighbors.
One of them made up an errand and went into the new house and asked for
a light for his pipe. But as soon as he got inside the door the sheep
gave him such a butt that he fell head foremost into the hearth. Then
the pig began to bite him, and the goose to nip and peck him, and the
cock upon the roost to crow and chatter, and as for the hare, he was so
frightened that he ran about aloft and on the floor and scratched and
scrambled in every corner of the house.
So after a time the wolf came out.
"Well," said the one who waited for him outside, "you must have been
well received since you stayed so long. But what became of the light?
You have neither pipe nor smoke."
"Yes, yes," said the other, "a pleasant company indeed. As soon as I got
inside the door, the shoemaker began to beat me with his last, so that I
fell head foremost into the open fire, and there sat two smiths who blew
the bellows, and made the sparks fly, and struck and punched me with
red-hot tongs and pincers. As for the hunter, he went scrambling about
looking for his gun, and it was good luck he did not find it. And all
the while there was another who sat up under the roof and slapped his
arms and cried out, 'Drag him hither, drag him hither!' That was what he
screamed, and if he had only got hold of me, I should never have come
out alive."
The wolves never went calling on their neighbors any more.
THE PARSON AND THE CLERK
There was once a parson who was such a bully that whenever he met anyone
driving on the king's highway, he called out, ever so far off--"Out of
the way! Out of the way! Here comes the parson!"
One day when he was driving along and behaving so, he met the king. "Out
of the way! Out of the way!" he bawled a long way off. But the king
drove on and held his own; so it was the parson who had to turn his
horse aside that time, and when the king came up beside him, he said,
"To-morrow you shall come to me at the palace, and if you can't answer
three questions which I shall ask you, you shall lose your office for
your pride's sake."
This was something quite different from what the parson was wont to
hear. He could bawl and bully, shout and scold. All that he could do,
but question and answer were not in his line. So he set off to the
clerk, who was said to be worth more than the parson, and told him he
had no mind to go to the king. "For one fool can ask more than ten wise
men can answer;" and the end was, he got the clerk to go in his place.
Yes, the clerk set off and came to the palace in the parson's clothes.
There the king met him out on the porch with crown and sceptre, and he
was so grand he fairly glittered and gleamed. "Well, are you there?"
said the king.
"Tell me first," said the king, "how far the east is from the west?"
"Just a day's journey," said the clerk.
"How is that?" asked the king.
"Don't you know," said the clerk, "that the sun rises in the east and
sets in the west, and he does it just nicely in a day?"
"Very well!" said the king, "but tell me now what you think I am worth,
as you see me stand here?"
"Well," said the clerk, "our Lord was valued at thirty pieces of silver,
so I don't think I can set your price higher than twenty-nine."
"All very fine!" said the king, "but, as you are so wise, perhaps you
can tell me what I am thinking about now?"
"Oh!" said the clerk, "you are thinking it's the parson who stands
before you, but there's where you are mistaken, for I am the clerk."
"Be off home with you," said the king, "and be you parson, and let him
be clerk." And so it was.
FATHER BRUIN
Once on a time there was a man who lived far, far away in the wood. He
had many, many goats and sheep, but never a one could he keep because of
Greylegs, the wolf.
At last he said, "I'll soon trap Greyboots," and so he set to work to
dig a pitfall. When he had dug it deep enough, he put a pole down in the
midst of the pit, and on the top of the pole he set a board, and on the
board he put a little dog. Over the pit itself he spread boughs and
branches and leaves, and other rubbish, and a-top of all he strewed
snow, so that Greylegs might not see that there was a pit underneath.
So when night came on, the little dog grew weary of sitting there:
"Bow-wow, bow-wow," he said, and bayed at the moon. Just then up came a
fox, prowling and sneaking, and thought here was a fine time for
marketing, and with that gave a jump,--head over heels down into the
pitfall.
And when it got a little farther on in the night, the little dog grew so
weary and so hungry, and it fell to yelping and howling: "Bow-wow,
bow-wow," he cried out. Just at that very moment up came Greylegs,
trotting and trotting. He, too, thought he should get a fat steak, and
he, too, made a spring--head over heels down into the pitfall.
When it was getting on towards grey dawn in the morning, down fell the
snow, with a north wind, and it grew so cold that the little dog stood
and shivered and shook, he was so weary and hungry, "Bow-wow, bow-wow,
bow-wow," he called out, and barked and yelped and howled. Then up came
a bear, tramping and tramping along, and thought to himself how he could
get a morsel for breakfast at the very top of the morning, and so he
thought and thought among the boughs and branches, till he, too, went
bump--head over heels down into the pitfall.
So when it got a little farther on in the morning, an old beggar wife
came walking by, who toddled from farm to farm with a bag on her back.
When she set eyes on the little dog that stood there and howled, she
could not help going near to look and see if any wild beasts had fallen
into the pit during the night. So she crawled up on her knees and peeped
down into it.
"Art thou come into the pit at last, Reynard?" she said to the fox, for
he was the first she saw; "a very good place, too, for such a hen-roost
robber as thou; and thou, too, Grey-paw," she said to the wolf; "many a
goat and sheep hast thou torn and rent, and now thou shalt be plagued
and punished to death. Bless my heart! Thou, too, Bruin! Art thou, too,
sitting in this room, thou horse killer? Thee, too, will we strip, and
thee shall we flay, and thy skull shall be nailed up on the wall." All
this the old lass screeched out as she bent over towards the bear. But
just then her bag fell over her ears and dragged her down, and slap!
down went the old woman--head over heels into the pitfall.
So there they all four sat and glared at one another, each in a
corner--Reynard in one, Greylegs in another, Bruin in a third, and the
old woman in a fourth.
But as soon as it was broad daylight, Reynard began to peep and peer,
and to twist and turn about, for he thought he might as well try to get
out.
But the old lass cried out, "Canst thou not sit still, thou whirligig
thief, and not go twisting and turning? Only look at Father Bruin
himself in the corner, how he sits as grave as a judge," for now she
thought she might as well make friends with the bear.
But just then up came the man who owned the pitfall.
First he drew up the old woman, and after that he slew all the beasts,
and neither spared Father Bruin himself in the corner, nor Grey-legs,
nor Reynard the whirligig thief. That night, at least, he thought he had
made a good haul.
THE PANCAKE
Once on a time there was a woman who had seven hungry children, and she
was frying a pancake for them. It was a sweet milk pancake, and there it
lay in the pan, bubbling and frizzling so thick and good, it was a
delight to look at it. And the children stood round about, and the old
father sat by and looked on.
"Oh, give me a bit of pancake, mother, dear, I am so hungry," said one
child.
"Oh, darling mother," said the second.
"Oh, darling, good mother," said the third.
"Oh, darling, good, sweet mother," said the fourth.
"Oh, darling, pretty, good, sweet mother," said the fifth.
"Oh, darling, pretty, good, sweet, clever mother," said the sixth.
"Oh, darling, pretty, good, sweet, clever, kindest little mother," said
the seventh.
So they begged for the pancake all around, the one more prettily than
the other, for they were so hungry and so good.
"Yes, yes, children, only bide a bit till it turns itself"--she ought to
have said, 'till I can get it turned,'--"and then you shall have some
lovely sweet milk pancake. Only look how fat and happy it lies there."
When the pancake heard all this it became afraid, and in a trice it
turned itself and tried to jump out of the pan, but it fell back into it
again, the other side up. When it had been fried a little on the other
side too, till it got firm and stiff, it jumped out of the pan to the
floor and rolled off like a wheel through the door and down the hill.
"Holloa! Stop, pancake!" and away ran the mother after it, with the
frying pan in one hand and the ladle in the other, as fast as she could,
and all the children behind her, while the old father on crutches limped
after them last of all.
"Hi! Won't you stop? Catch it! Stop, pancake!" they all screamed out,
one after another, and tried to catch it on the run and hold it. But the
pancake rolled on and on, and in a twinkling of an eye it was so far
ahead that they couldn't see it.
So when it had rolled awhile it met a man.
"Good-day, pancake," said the man.
"Good-day, Manny Panny!" said the pancake.
"Dear pancake," said the man, "don't roll so fast; stop a little and let
me eat you."
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, and the father, and seven
hungry children. I'll run away from you, Manny Panny," said the pancake,
and it rolled and rolled till it met a hen.
"Good-day, pancake," said the hen.
"The same to you, Henny Penny," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast. Bide a bit and let me eat you up,"
said the hen.
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, and the father, and seven
hungry children, and Manny Panny. I'll run away from you, too, Henny
Penny," said the pancake, and it rolled on like a wheel down the road.
Just then it met a cock.
"Good-day, pancake," said the cock.
"The same to you, Cocky Locky," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast, but bide a bit and let me eat you
up."
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, and the father, seven hungry
children, Manny Panny, and Henny Penny. I'll run away from you too,
Cocky Locky," said the pancake, and it rolled and rolled as fast as it
could. Bye and bye it met a duck.
"Good-day, pancake," said the duck.
"The same to you, Ducky Lucky."
"Pancake, dear, don't roll away so fast; bide a bit and let me eat you
up."
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, and the father, and seven
hungry children, Manny Panny, Henny Penny, and Cocky Locky. I'll run
away from you, too, Ducky Lucky," said the pancake, and with that it
took to rolling and rolling faster than ever; and when it had rolled a
long, long while, it met a goose.
"Good-day, pancake," said the goose.
"The same to you, Goosey Poosey."
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit and let me eat you up."
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, the father, seven hungry
children, Manny Panny, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, and Ducky Lucky. I'll
run away from you, too, Goosey Poosey," said the pancake, and off it
rolled.
So when it had rolled a long way off, it met a gander.
"Good-day, pancake," said the gander.
"The same to you, Gander Pander," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit and let me have a bite."
"No, no; I've run away from the mother, the father, seven hungry
children, Manny Panny, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, and Goosey
Poosey. I'll run away from you, too, Gander Pander," said the pancake,
and it rolled and rolled as fast as ever.
So when it had rolled a long, long time, it met a pig.
"Good-day, pancake," said the pig.
"The same to you, Piggy Wiggy," said the pancake, and without a word
more it began to roll and roll for dear life.
"Nay, nay," said the pig, "you needn't be in such a hurry; we two can go
side by side through the wood; they say it is not too safe in there."
The pancake thought there might be something in that, and so they kept
company. But when they had gone a while, they came to a brook. As for
Piggy, he was so fat he could swim across. It was nothing for him, but
the poor pancake could not get over.
"Seat yourself on my snout," said the pig, "and I'll carry you over."
So the pancake did that.