Many years ago, a woodcutter and his wife, with their two children,
Hansel and Gretel, lived upon the outskirts of a dense wood. They were
very poor, so that when a famine fell upon the land, and bread became
dear, they could no longer afford to buy sufficient food for the whole
family.
One night, as the poor man lay tossing on his hard bed, he cried aloud
in his grief and anguish:
"Alas! what will become of us? How can I feed my hungry little ones
when we have no food for ourselves?"
"Listen to me, good-man," answered his wife, who was stepmother to the
children. "As it is no longer possible for us to keep our children, we
will take them into the wood with us tomorrow, light a fire for them,
and give each a piece of bread and leave them. They will not easily
find their way back, and so we shall be rid of the burden of them."
But the father said: "No, no! I could not find it in my heart to
leave my darlings to perish. The wild beasts would tear them limb from
limb."
"Then," answered the wife, "we must all four die of hunger." She gave
her husband no peace until he promised to do as she wished, and at
last, very unwillingly, he consented.
Now, the two children had been too hungry to go to sleep that night,
and so it happened that they overheard all that their parents were
saying. Gretel wept bitterly, but brave little Hansel did his best to
comfort her. "Don't be afraid," he said; "I will take care of you."
As soon as his father and stepmother were asleep, he slipped on his
coat, and-opening the door softly, went out into the garden. The moon
was shining brightly, and by its light he could see the little white
pebbles that lay scattered in front of the house, shining like little
pieces of silver. He stooped and filled his pockets as full as he
could, and then went back to Gretel, and once more bidding her be
comforted, for God would be sure to watch over them, he jumped into
bed, and they both fell fast asleep.
Early in the morning, before the sun had risen, the stepmother came
and wakened the children. "Rise, little lie-a-beds," she said, "and
come with us into the wood to gather fuel."
She gave them each a piece of bread for their dinner, and told them to
be sure not to eat it too soon, for they would get nothing more.
Gretel carried the bread in her pinafore, because Hansel had his
pockets full, and then they all set out upon their way to the wood.
As they trudged along, the father noticed that his little son kept
turning back to look at the house. "Take care, my boy," he said, "or
you will slip. What are you looking at so earnestly?"
"I am watching my kitten, father: she is sitting on the roof to bid me
good-by."
"Silly little lad, that is not your cat," said the stepmother; "it is
only the morning sun shining on the chimney."
But Hansel had not been watching his cat at all; he had stayed behind
to drop the pebbles upon the path.
When they reached the thickest part of the forest, the father bade the
children gather wood, that he might kindle a fire for them, so that
they might rest beside it and warm themselves whilst he and his wife
were cutting the fuel. So they gathered a pile of brushwood and twigs,
and as soon as it was well alight, the parents left them, promising to
return as soon as they had finished their work.
Hansel and Gretel sat down by the fire, and when midday came they ate
their bread and sat listening to the strokes of their father's axe,
thinking all the time that he was near to them. But what they heard
was only a dry branch which the man had bound to a tree, so that the
wind swung it hither and thither, and the noise it made deceived the
children. At last the poor, tired, little eyelids closed, and, side by
side, brother and sister fell asleep.
When they awoke, the night was very dark, and Gretel was frightened,
and began to cry. Hansel put his arms around her and whispered. "Wait,
dearie, till the moon rises; we shall soon find our way home then."
As soon as the bright moon rose, Hansel took his little sister by the
hand, and all night long they followed the track of the little white
pebbles, until at daybreak they came to their father's house.
They knocked at the door, and no sooner did the stepmother open it
than she began to scold them for having stayed out so long in the
wood; but the father greeted them kindly, for he had grieved sorely
for his little ones.
In a short time they were as badly off as ever, and one night they
again heard their mother trying to persuade her husband to take them
out into the wood and lose them. "There is nothing left in the house
but half a loaf of bread," she said; "for our own sakes it is better
to get rid of the children; but this time we will lead them farther
away, so that they will not be able to find their way home."
But the man would not agree. "Better to divide our last morsel with
them," he said, "and then die together."
His wife would not listen to what he said, but scolded him for his
want of thought for her; and at last the poor man gave way a second
time, just as he had done at first.
But the children had overheard all that was said, and as soon as the
mother and father were asleep, Hansel stole down to the door, meaning
to go and collect pebbles as he had done before; but the door was
locked and bolted, and he could not get out. "Never mind, Gretel," he
said consolingly, "the good God will surely help us."
Early in the morning the woman wakened the children, and, giving them
a small piece of bread, bade them follow her and their father into the
wood. As they went, Hansel crumbled his morsel of bread in his pocket
and strewed the crumbs upon the path.
"Come, Hansel," said the father, "don't loiter so, sonny. What can you
see to stare at so often?"
"My little dove, father. It is sitting on the housetop, bidding me
good-by."
"Nonsense," said the woman, "it is not your dove; it is only the
rising sun shining upon the chimney."
Hansel did not answer, but he went on strewing his crumbs carefully
until the last morsel of bread was gone.
Deeper and deeper into the wood they went, where the children had
never been before. There a great fire was kindled, and the mother
said: "Stay here, children, whilst your father and I go to cut wood.
If you are tired you may sleep a while, and we will fetch you when it
is time to go home."
When dinner-time came, Gretel divided her piece of bread with Hansel,
because he had scattered all his share upon the road; and then they
went to sleep. The evening shadows fell, but still no one came to
fetch the poor children, and it was not until midnight that they
awakened.
Hansel put his arms round his sister and told her not to fear, for
when the moon rose they would easily be able to see the crumbs, and so
find their way home again.
So when the moon rose they set out upon their way; but alas! there
were no crumbs to be seen, for the little birds that lived in the
green wood were as hungry as the children, and had eaten them all up.
"We will find the way somehow," cried cheerful little Hansel; but
though they traveled all night long, and the next day too, they could
not find it. Poor little mites, how tired and hungry they were, for
they had nothing to eat but the berries that grew by the roadside!
When at length the weary little feet could go no farther, the children
lay down beneath a tree and slept.
On the third day they were still as far away as ever, and it seemed
to them that the longer they walked the deeper they got into the wood,
and they began to be afraid that they would die of cold and hunger.
But presently, when the midday sun was shining brightly, they noticed
a little snow-white bird singing so sweetly that they could not help
but stay to listen. When the birdie's song was ended, he spread his
wings and flew away.
The children followed him until they reached a little house, on the
roof of which he perched. Then the children saw with surprise that the
strange little house was built entirely of bread, roofed with cakes,
and with windows of barley sugar.
"See, Gretel," cried Hansel joyfully, "there is food for us in
plenty. I will take a piece of the roof, and you shall have one of the
windows."
He stretched out his hand to help himself, and Gretel had already
begun to nibble one of the window-panes, when suddenly they heard a
voice call from within:--
"Nibbly, nibbly, mouse!
Who's nibbling at my house?"