I.

There was a king travelling through the country, and he and those with

him were so far away from home that darkness caught them by the heels,

and they had to stop at a stone mill for the night, because there was no

other place handy.

While they sat at supper, they heard a sound in the next room, and it

was a baby crying.

The miller stood in the corner, back of the stove, with his hat in his

hand. “What is that noise?” said the king to him.

“Oh! it is nothing but another baby that the good storks have brought

into the house to-day,” said the miller.

Now there was a wise man travelling along with the king, who could read

the stars and everything that they told as easily as one can read one’s

A B C’s in a book after one knows them, and the king, for a bit of a

jest, would have him find out what the stars had to foretell of the

miller’s baby. So the wise man went out and took a peep up in the sky,

and by and by he came in again.

“Well,” said the king, “and what did the stars tell you?”

“The stars tell me,” said the wise man, “that you shall have a daughter,

and that the miller’s baby, in the room yonder, shall marry her when

they are old enough to think of such things.”

“What!” said the king, “and is a miller’s baby to marry the princess

that is to come! We will see about that.” So the next day he took the

miller aside and talked and bargained, and bargained and talked, until

the upshot of the matter was that the miller was paid two hundred

dollars, and the king rode off with the baby.

As soon as he came home to the castle he called his chief forester to

him. “Here,” says he, “take this baby and do thus and so with it, and

when you have killed it bring its heart to me, that I may know that you

have really done as you have been told.”

So off marched the forester with the baby; but on his way he stopped at

home, and there was his good wife working about the house.

“Well, Henry,” said she, “what do you do with the baby?”

“Oh!” said he, “I am just taking it off to the forest to do thus and so

with it.”

“Come,” said she, “it would be a pity to harm the little innocent, and

to have its blood on your hands. Yonder hangs the rabbit that you shot

this morning, and its heart will please the king just as well as the

other.”

Thus the wife talked, and the end of the business was that she and the

man smeared a basket all over with pitch and set the baby adrift in it

on the river, and the king was just as well satisfied with the rabbit’s

heart as he would have been with the baby’s.

But the basket with the baby in it drifted on and on down the river,

until it lodged at last among the high reeds that stood along the bank.

By and by there came a great she-bear to the water to drink, and there

she found it.

Now the huntsmen in the forest had robbed the she-bear of her cubs, so

that her heart yearned over the little baby, and she carried it home

with her to fill the place of her own young ones. There the baby throve

until he grew to a great strong lad, and as he had fed upon nothing but

bear’s milk for all that time, he was ten times stronger than the

strongest man in the land.

One day, as he was walking through the forest, he came across a woodman

chopping the trees into billets of wood, and that was the first time he

had ever seen a body like himself. Back he went to the bear as fast as

he could travel, and told her what he had seen. “That,” said the bear,

“is the most wicked and most cruel of all the beasts.”

[Illustration: The Baby drifts in the basket down the river to the reeds

beside the bank where the she-bear finds it. ):(]

“Yes,” says the lad, “that may be so, all the same I love beasts like

that as I love the food I eat, and I long for nothing so much as to go

out into the wide world, where I may find others of the same kind.”

At this the bear saw very well how the geese flew, and that the lad

would soon be flitting.

“See,” said she, “if you must go out into the wide world you must. But

you will be wanting help before long; for the ways of the world are not

peaceful and simple as they are here in the woods, and before you have

lived there long you will have more needs than there are flies in

summer. See, here is a little crooked horn, and when your wants grow

many, just come to the forest and blow a blast on it, and I will not be

too far away to help you.”

So off went the lad away from the forest, and all the coat he had upon

his back was the skin of a bear dressed with the hair on it, and that

was why folk called him “Bearskin.”

He trudged along the high-road, until he came to the king’s castle, and

it was the same king who thought he had put Bearskin safe out of the way

years and years ago.

Now, the king’s swineherd was in want of a lad, and as there was nothing

better to do in that town, Bearskin took the place and went every

morning to help drive the pigs into the forest, where they might eat the

acorns and grow fat.

One day there was a mighty stir throughout the town; folk crying, and

making a great hubbub. “What is it all about?” says Bearskin to the

swineherd.

What! and did he not know what the trouble was? Where had he been for

all of his life, that he had heard nothing of what was going on in the

world? Had he never heard of the great fiery dragon with three heads

that had threatened to lay waste all of that land, unless the pretty

princess were given up to him? This was the very day that the dragon was

to come for her, and she was to be sent up on the hill back of the town;

that was why all the folk were crying and making such a stir.

“So!” says Bearskin, “and is there never a lad in the whole country that

is man enough to face the beast? Then I will go myself if nobody better

is to be found.” And off he went, though the swineherd laughed and

laughed, and thought it all a bit of a jest. By and by Bearskin came to

the forest, and there he blew a blast upon the little crooked horn that

the bear had given him.

Presently came the bear through the bushes, so fast that the little

twigs flew behind her. “And what is it that you want?” said she.

“I should like,” said Bearskin, “to have a horse, a suit of gold and

silver armor that nothing can pierce, and a sword that shall cut through

iron and steel; for I would like to go up on the hill to fight the

dragon and free the pretty princess at the king’s town over yonder.”

“Very well,” said the bear, “look back of the tree yonder, and you will

find just what you want.”

Yes; sure enough, there they were back of the tree: a grand white horse

that champed his bit and pawed the ground till the gravel flew, and a

suit of gold and silver armor such as a king might wear. Bearskin put on

the armor and mounted the horse, and off he rode to the high hill back

of the town.

By and by came the princess and the steward of the castle, for it was he

that was to bring her to the dragon. But the steward stayed at the

bottom of the hill, for he was afraid, and the princess had to climb it

alone, though she could hardly see the road before her for the tears

that fell from her eyes. But when she reached the top of the hill she

found instead of the dragon a fine tall fellow dressed all in gold and

silver armor. And it did not take Bearskin long to comfort the princess,

I can tell you. “Come, come,” says he, “dry your eyes and cry no more;

all the cakes in the oven are not burned yet; just go back of the bushes

yonder, and leave it with me to talk the matter over with Master

Dragon.”

The princess was glad enough to do that. Back of the bushes she went,

and Bearskin waited for the dragon to come. He had not long to wait

either; for presently it came flying through the air, so that the wind

rattled under his wings.

Dear, dear! if one could but have been there to see that fight between

Bearskin and the dragon, for it was well worth the seeing, and that you

may believe. The dragon spit out flames and smoke like a house afire.

But he could do no hurt to Bearskin, for the gold and silver armor

sheltered him so well that not so much as one single hair of his head

was singed. So Bearskin just rattled away the blows at the dragon—slish,

slash, snip, clip—until all three heads were off, and there was an end

of it.

After that he cut out the tongues from the three heads of the dragon,

and tied them up in his pocket-handkerchief.

Then the princess came out from behind the bushes where she had lain

hidden, and begged Bearskin to go back with her to the king’s castle,

for the king had said that if any one killed the dragon he should have

her for his wife. But no; Bearskin would not go to the castle just now,

for the time was not yet ripe; but, if the princess would give them to

him, he would like to have the ring from her finger, the kerchief from

her bosom, and the necklace of golden beads from her neck.

The princess gave him what he asked for, and a sweet kiss into the

bargain, and then Bearskin mounted upon his grand white horse and rode

away to the forest. “Here are your horse and armor,” said he to the

bear, “and they have done good service to-day, I can tell you.” Then he

tramped back again to the king’s castle with the old bear’s skin over

his shoulders.

“Well,” says the swineherd, “and did you kill the dragon?”

“Oh, yes,” says Bearskin, “I did that, but it was no such great thing to

do after all.”

At that, the swineherd laughed and laughed, for he did not believe a

word of it.

And now listen to what happened to the princess after Bearskin had left

her. The steward came sneaking up to see how matters had turned out, and

there he found her safe and sound, and the dragon dead. “Whoever did

this left his luck behind him,” said he, and he drew his sword and told

the princess that he would kill her if she did not swear to say nothing

of what had happened. Then he gathered up the dragon’s three heads, and

he and the princess went back to the castle again.

“There!” said he, when they had come before the king, and he flung down

the three heads upon the floor, “I have killed the dragon and I have

brought back the princess, and now if anything is to be had for the

labor I would like to have it.” As for the princess, she wept and wept,

but she could say nothing, and so it was fixed that she was to marry the

steward, for that was what the king had promised.

At last came the wedding-day, and the smoke went up from the chimneys in

clouds, for there was to be a grand wedding-feast, and there was no end

of good things cooking for those who were to come.

“See now,” says Bearskin to the swineherd where they were feeding their

pigs together, out in the woods, “as I killed the dragon over yonder, I

ought at least to have some of the good things from the king’s kitchen;

you shall go and ask for some of the fine white bread and meat, such as

the king and princess are to eat to-day.”

[Illustration: Bearskin slayeth y^e Dragon but will not go with y^e

Princess to y^e castle.]

Dear, dear, but you should have seen how the swineherd stared at this

and how he laughed, for he thought the other must have gone out of his

wits; but as for going to the castle—no, he would not go a step, and

that was the long and the short of it.

[Illustration: Thus the Princess sits and weeps and weeps.]

“So! well, we will see about that,” says Bearskin, and he stepped to a

thicket and cut a good stout stick, and without another word caught the

swineherd by the collar, and began dusting his jacket for him until it

smoked again.

“Stop, stop!” bawled the swineherd.

“Very well,” says Bearskin; “and now will you go over to the castle for

me, and ask for some of the same bread and meat that the king and

princess are to have for their dinner?”

Yes, yes; the swineherd would do anything that Bearskin wanted him.

“So! good,” says Bearskin; “then just take this ring and see that the

princess gets it; and say that the lad who sent it would like to have

some of the bread and meat that she is to have for her dinner.”

So the swineherd took the ring, and off he started to do as he had been

told. Rap! tap! tap! he knocked at the door. Well, and what did he want?

Oh! there was a lad over in the woods yonder who had sent him to ask for

some of the same bread and meat that the king and princess were to have

for their dinner, and he had brought this ring to the princess as a

token.

But how the princess opened her eyes when she saw the ring which she had

given to Bearskin up on the hill! For she saw, as plain as the nose on

her face, that he who had saved her from the dragon was not so far away

as she had thought. Down she went into the kitchen herself to see that

the very best bread and meat were sent, and the swineherd marched off

with a great basket full.

“Yes,” says Bearskin, “that is very well so far, but I am for having

some of the red and white wine that they are to drink. Just take this

kerchief over to the castle yonder, and let the princess know that the

lad to whom she gave it upon the hill back of the town would like to

have a taste of the wine that she and the king are to have at the feast

to-day.”

Well, the swineherd was for saying “no” to this as he had to the other,

but Bearskin just reached his hand over toward the stout stick that he

had used before, and the other started off as though the ground was hot

under his feet. And what was the swineherd wanting this time—that was

what they said over at the castle.

“The lad with the pigs in the woods yonder,” says the swineherd, “must

have gone crazy, for he has sent this kerchief to the princess and says

that he should like to have a bottle or two of the wine that she and the

king are to drink to-day.”

When the princess saw her kerchief again, her heart leaped for joy. She

made no two words about the wine, but went down into the cellar and

brought it up with her own hands, and the swineherd marched off with it

tucked under his coat.

“Yes, that was all very well,” said Bearskin, “I am satisfied so far as

the wine is concerned, but now I would like to have some of the

sweetmeats that they are to eat at the castle to-day. See, here is a

necklace of golden beads; just take it to the princess and ask for some

of those sweetmeats, for I will have them,” and this time he had only to

look towards the stick, and the other started off as fast as he could

travel.

[Illustration: Bearskin and y^e swineherd have a grand feast.]

The swineherd had no more trouble with this asking than with the others,

for the princess went down-stairs and brought the sweetmeats from the

pantry with her own hands, and the swineherd carried them to Bearskin

where he sat out in the woods with the pigs.

Then Bearskin spread out the good things, and he and the swineherd sat

down to the feast together, and a fine one it was, I can tell you.

“And now,” says Bearskin, when they had eaten all that they could, “it

is time for me to leave you, for I must go and marry the princess.” So

off he started, and the swineherd did nothing but stand and gape after

him, with his mouth open, as though he were set to catch flies. But

Bearskin went straight to the woods, and there he blew upon his horn,

and the bear was with him as quickly this time as the last.

“Well, what do you want now,” said she.

“This time,” said Bearskin, “I want a fine suit of clothes made of gold

and silver cloth, and a horse to ride on up to the king’s house, for I

am going to marry the princess.”

Very well; there was what he wanted back of the tree yonder; and it was

a suit of clothes fit for a great king to wear, and a splendid

dapple-gray horse with a golden saddle and bridle studded all over with

precious stones. So Bearskin put on the clothes and rode away, and a

fine sight he was to see, I can tell you.

And how the folks stared when he rode up to the king’s castle. Out came

the king along with the rest, for he thought that Bearskin was some

great lord. But the princess knew him the moment she set eyes upon him,

for she was not likely to forget him so soon as all that.

The king brought Bearskin into where they were feasting, and had a place

set for him alongside of himself.

The steward was there along with the rest. “See,” said Bearskin to him,

“I have a question to put. One killed a dragon and saved a princess, but

another came and swore falsely that he did it. Now, what should be done

to such a one?”

“Why this,” said the steward, speaking up as bold as brass, for he

thought to face the matter down, “he should be put in a cask stuck all

round with nails, and dragged behind three wild horses.”

“Very well,” said Bearskin, “you have spoken for yourself. For I killed

the dragon up on the hill behind the town, and you stole the glory of

the doing.”

“That is not so,” said the steward, “for it was I who brought home the

three heads of the dragon in my own hand, and how can that be with the

rest?”

Then Bearskin stepped to the wall, where hung the three heads of the

dragon. He opened the mouth of each. “And where are the tongues?” said

he.

At this the steward grew as pale as death, nevertheless he still spoke

up as boldly as ever: “Dragons have no tongues,” said he. But Bearskin

only laughed; he untied his handkerchief before them all, and there were

the three tongues. He put one in each mouth, and they fitted exactly,

and after that no one could doubt that he was the hero who had really

killed the dragon. So when the wedding came it was Bearskin, and not the

steward, who married the princess; what was done to him you may guess

for yourselves.

And so they had a grand wedding, but in the very midst of the feast one

came running in and said there was a great brown bear without, who would

come in, willy-nilly. Yes, and you have guessed it right, it was the

great she-bear, and if nobody else was made much of at that wedding you

can depend upon it that she was.

As for the king, he was satisfied that the princess had married a great

hero. So she had, only he was the miller’s son after all, though the

king knew no more of that than my grandfather’s little dog, and no more

did anybody but the wise man for the matter of that, and he said nothing

of it, for wise folk don’t tell all they know.

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