There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers; they were all brothers,
for they had all been born of one old tin spoon. They shouldered their
muskets, and looked straight before them; their uniform was red and
blue, and very splendid. The first thing they had heard in the
world, when the lid was taken off their box, had been the words "Tin
soldiers!" These words were uttered by a little boy, clapping his
hands: the soldiers had been given to him, for it was his birthday;
and now he put them upon the table. Each soldier was exactly like the
rest; but one of them had been cast last of all, and there had not
been enough tin to finish him; but he stood as firmly upon his one leg
as the others on their two; and it was just this Soldier who became
remarkable.
On the table on which they had been placed stood many other
playthings, but the toy that attracted most attention was a neat
castle of cardboard. Through the little windows one could see straight
into the hall. Before the castle some little trees were placed round a
little looking-glass, which was to represent a clear lake. Waxen swans
swam on this lake, and were mirrored in it. This was all very pretty;
but the prettiest of all was a little lady, who stood at the open door
of the castle; she was also cut out in paper, but she had a dress
of the clearest gauze, and a little narrow blue ribbon over her
shoulders, that looked like a scarf; and in the middle of this ribbon
was a shining tinsel rose as big as her whole face. The little lady
stretched out both her arms, for she was a dancer; and then she lifted
one leg so high that the Tin Soldier could not see it at all, and
thought that, like himself, she had but one leg.
"That would be the wife for me," thought he; "but she is very
grand. She lives in a castle, and I have only a box, and there are
five-and-twenty of us in that. It is no place for her. But I must try
to make acquaintance with her."
And then he lay down at full length behind a snuff-box which was on
the table; there he could easily watch the little dainty lady, who
continued to stand upon one leg without losing her balance.
When the evening came all the other tin soldiers were put into their
box, and the people in the house went to bed. Now the toys began to
play at "visiting," and at "war," and "giving balls." The tin soldiers
rattled in their box, for they wanted to join, but could not lift the
lid. The nutcracker threw somersaults, and the pencil amused itself on
the table: there was so much noise that the canary woke up, and began
to speak too, and even in verse. The only two who did not stir from
their places were the Tin Soldier and the Dancing Lady: she stood
straight up on the point of one of her toes, and stretched out both
her arms; and he was just as enduring on his one leg; and he never
turned his eyes away from her.
Now the clock struck twelve--and, bounce! the lid flew off the
snuff-box; but there was no snuff in it, but a little black Goblin:
you see, it was a trick.
"Tin Soldier!" said the Goblin, "don't stare at things that don't
concern you."
But the Tin Soldier pretended not to hear him.
"Just you wait till to-morrow!" said the Goblin.
But when the morning came, and the children got up, the Tin Soldier
was placed in the window; and whether it was the Goblin or the draught
that did it, all at once the window flew open, and the Soldier fell
head over heels out of the third story. That was a terrible passage!
He put his leg straight up, and stuck with helmet downward and his
bayonet between the paving-stones.
The servant-maid and the little boy came down directly to look for him,
but though they almost trod upon him, they could not see him. If the
Soldier had cried out "Here I am!" they would have found him; but he
did not think it fitting to call out loudly, because he was in uniform.
Now it began to rain; the drops soon fell thicker, and at last it came
down into a complete stream. When the rain was past, two street boys
came by.
"Just look!" said one of them: "there lies a Tin Soldier. He must come
out and ride in the boat."
And they made a boat out of a newspaper, and put the Tin Soldier in
the middle of it, and so he sailed down the gutter, and the two boys
ran beside him and clapped their hands. Goodness preserve us! how the
waves rose in that gutter, and how fast the stream ran! But then
it had been a heavy rain. The paper boat rocked up and down, and
sometimes turned round so rapidly that the Tin Soldier trembled; but
he remained firm, and never changed countenance, and looked straight
before him, and shouldered his musket.
All at once the boat went into a long drain, and it became as dark as
if he had been in his box.
"Where am I going now?" he thought. "Yes, yes, that's the Goblin's
fault. Ah! if the little lady only sat here with me in the boat, it
might be twice as dark for what I should care."
Suddenly there came a great Water Rat, which lived under the drain.
"Have you a passport?" said the Rat. "Give me your passport."
But the Tin Soldier kept silence, and held his musket tighter than
ever. The boat went on, but the Rat came after it. Hu! how he gnashed
his teeth, and called out to the bits of straw and wood.
"Hold him! hold him! He hasn't paid toll--he hasn't shown his
passport!"
But the stream became stronger and stronger. The Tin Soldier could
see the bright daylight where the arch ended; but he heard a roaring
noise, which might well frighten a bolder man. Only think--just where
the tunnel ended, the drain ran into a great canal; and for him that
would have been as dangerous as for us to be carried down a great
waterfall.
Now he was already so near it that he could not stop. The boat was
carried out, the poor Tin Soldier stiffening himself as much as he
could, and no one could say that he moved an eyelid. The boat whirled
round three or four times, and was full of water to the very edge--it
must sink. The Tin Soldier stood up to his neck in water, and the boat
sank deeper and deeper, and the paper was loosened more and more; and
now the water closed over the soldier's head. Then he thought of the
pretty little Dancer, and how he should never see her again; and it
sounded in the Soldier's ears:
"Farewell, farewell, thou warrior brave,
For this day thou must die!"
And now the paper parted, and the Tin Soldier fell out; but at that
moment he was snapped up by a great fish.
Oh, how dark it was in that fish's body! It was darker yet than in
the drain tunnel; and then it was very narrow too. But the Tin Soldier
remained unmoved, and lay at full length shouldering his musket.
The fish swam to and fro; he made the most wonderful movements, and
then became quite still. At last something flashed through him like
lightning. The daylight shone quite clear, and a voice said aloud,
"The Tin Soldier!" The fish had been caught, carried to market,
bought, and taken into the kitchen, where the cook cut him open with a
large knife. She seized the Soldier round the body with both her
hands and carried him into the room, where all were anxious to see the
remarkable man who had traveled about in the inside of a fish; but the
Tin Soldier was not at all proud. They placed him on the table,
and there--no! What curious things may happen in the world. The Tin
Soldier was in the very room in which he had been before! he saw the
same children, and the same toys stood on the table; and there was the
pretty castle with the graceful little Dancer. She was still balancing
herself on one leg, and held the other extended in the air. She was
hardy too. That moved the Tin Soldier; he was very nearly weeping tin
tears, but that would not have been proper. He looked at her, but they
said nothing to each other.
Then one of the little boys took the Tin Soldier and flung him into
the stove. He gave no reason for doing this. It must have been the
fault of the Goblin in the snuff-box.
The Tin Soldier stood there quite illuminated, and felt a heat that
was terrible; but whether this heat proceeded from the real fire or
from love he did not know. The colors had quite gone off from him; but
whether that had happened on the journey, or had been caused by grief,
no one could say. He looked at the little lady, she looked at him, and
he felt that he was melting; but he still stood firm, shouldering
his musket. Then suddenly the door flew open, and the draught of air
caught the Dancer, and she flew like a sylph just into the stove to
the Tin Soldier, and flashed up in a flame, and she was gone. Then the
Tin Soldier melted down into a lump; and when the servant-maid took
the ashes out next day, she found him in the shape of a little tin
heart. But of the Dancer nothing remained but the tinsel rose, and
that was burned as black as a coal.
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