“There are heaps of dead bodies lying about outside but you mustn’t
mind them. Inside the house every man Jack of them are so sound asleep,
“t will be hard work to wake them; but you must go straight to the
table drawer, and take out of it three crumbs of bread, and when you
hear some one snoring loud, pull three feathers out of his head; he
won’t wake for all that.”
So the man did as he was told, and after he had taken the crumbs of
bread, he pulled out the first feather.
“OOF!” growled Farmer Weathersky, for it was he who snored.
So the man pulled out another feather.
“OOF!” he growled again.
But when he pulled out the third, Farmer Weathersky roared so, the man
thought roof and wall would have flown asunder, but for all that the
snorer slept on.
After that the Eagle told him what he was to do. He went to the yard,
and there at the stable-door he stumbled against a big gray stone, and
that he lifted up; underneath it lay three chips of wood, and those he
picked up too; then he knocked at the stable-door, and it opened of
itself. Then he threw down the three crumbs of bread, and a hare came
and ate them up; that hare he caught and kept. After that the Eagle
bade him pull three feathers out of his tail, and put the hare, the
stone, the chips, and himself there instead, and then he would fly away
home with them all.
So when the Eagle had flown a long way, he lighted on a rock to rest.
“Do you see anything?” it asked.
“Yes”, said the man, “I see a flock of crows coming flying after us.”
“We’d better be off again, then”, said the Eagle, who flew away.
After a while it asked again:
“Do you see anything now?”
“Yes”, said the man; “now the crows are close behind us.”
“Drop now the three feathers you pulled out of his head, said the
Eagle.
Well, the man dropped the feathers, and as soon as ever he dropped them
they became a flock of ravens which drove the crows home again. Then
the Eagle flew on far away with the man, and at last it lighted on
another stone to rest.
“Do you see anything?” it said.
“I’m not sure”, said the man; “I fancy I see something coming far far
away”.
“We’d better get on then”, said the Eagle; and after a while it said
again:
“Do you see anything?”
“Yes”, said the man, “now he’s close at our heels.”
“Now, you must let fall the chips of wood which you took from under the
gray stone at the stable door”, said the Eagle.
Yes! the man let them fall, and they grew at once up into tall thick
wood, so that Farmer Weathersky had to go back home to fetch an axe to
hew his way through. While he did this, the Eagle flew ever so far, but
when it got tired, it lighted on a fir to rest.
“Do you see anything?” it said.
“Well! I’m not sure”, said the man; “but I fancy I catch a glimpse of
something far away.”
“We’d best be off then”, said the Eagle; and off it flew as fast as it
could. After a while it said:
“Do you see anything now?”
“Yes! now he’s close behind us”, said the man.
“Now, you must drop the big stone you lifted up at the stable door”,
said the Eagle.
The man did so, and as it fell it became a great high mountain, which
Farmer Weathersky had to break his way through. When he had got half
through the mountain, he tripped and broke one of his legs, and so he
had to limp home again and patch it up.
But while he was doing this, the Eagle flew away to the man’s house
with him and the hare, and as soon as they got home, the man went into
the churchyard and sprinkled Christian mould over the hare, and lo! it
turned into “Jack”, his son.
Well, you may fancy the old dame was glad to get her son again, but
still she wasn’t easy in her mind about his trade, and she wouldn’t
rest till he gave her a proof that he was “master above all masters”.
So when the fair came round, the lad changed himself into a bay horse,
and told his father to lead him to the fair. “Now, when any one comes”,
he said, “to buy me, you may ask a hundred dollars for me; but mind you
don’t forget to take the headstall off me; if you do, Farmer Weathersky
will keep me for ever, for he it is who will come to deal with you.”
So it turned out. Up came a horse-dealer, who had a great wish to deal
for the horse, and he gave a hundred dollars down for him; but when the
bargain was struck, and Jack’s father had pocketed the money, the
horse-dealer wanted to have the headstall. “Nay, nay!” said the man,
“there’s nothing about that in the bargain; and besides, you can’t have
the headstall, for I’ve other horses at home to bring to town
to-morrow.”
So each went his way; but they hadn’t gone far before Jack took his own
shape and ran away, and when his father got home, there sat Jack in the
ingle.
Next day he turned himself into a brown horse, and told his father to
drive him to the fair.
“And when any one comes to buy me, you may ask two hundred dollars for
me—he’ll give that and treat you besides; but whatever you do, and
however much you drink, don’t forget to take the headstall off me, else
you’ll never set eyes on me again.”
So all happened as he had said; the man got two hundred dollars for the
horse and a glass of drink besides, and when the buyer and seller
parted, it was as much as he could do to remember to take off the
headstall. But the buyer and the horse hadn’t got far on the road
before Jack took his own shape, and when the man got home, there sat
Jack in the ingle.
The third day, it was the same story over again: the lad turned himself
into a black horse, and told his father some one would come and bid
three hundred dollars for him, and fill his skin with meat and drink
besides; but however much he ate or drank, he was to mind and not
forget to take the headstall off, else he’d have to stay with Farmer
Weathersky all his life long.
“No, no; I’ll not forget, never fear”, said the man.
So when he came to the fair, he got three hundred dollars for the
horse, and as it wasn’t to be a dry bargain, Farmer Weathersky made him
drink so much that he quite forgot to take the headstall off, and away
went Farmer Weathersky with the horse. Now when he had gone a little
way, Farmer Weathersky thought he would just stop and have another
glass of brandy; so he put a barrel of red-hot nails under his horse’s
nose, and a sieve of oats under his tail, hung the halter, upon a hook,
and went into the inn. So the horse stood there and stamped and pawed,
and snorted and reared. Just then out came a lassie, who thought it a
shame to treat a horse so.
“Oh, poor beastie”, she said, “what a cruel master you must have to
treat you so”, and as she said this she pulled the halter off the hook,
so that the horse might turn round and taste the oats.
“I’M AFTER YOU”, roared Farmer Weathersky, who came rushing out of the
door.
But the horse had already shaken off the headstall, and jumped into a
duck-pond, where he turned himself into a tiny fish. In went Farmer
Weathersky after him, and turned himself into a great pike. Then Jack
turned himself into a dove, and Farmer Weathersky made himself into a
hawk, and chased and struck at the dove. But just then a Princess stood
at the window of the palace and saw this struggle.
“Ah! poor dove”, she cried, “if you only knew what I know, you’d fly to
me through this window.”
So the dove came flying in through the window, and turned itself into
Jack again, who told his own tale.
“Turn yourself into a gold ring, and put yourself on my finger”, said
the Princess.
“Nay, nay!” said Jack, “that’ll never do, for then Farmer Weathersky
will make the king sick, and then there’ll be no one who can make him
well again till Farmer Weathersky comes and cures him, and then, for
his fee, he’ll ask for that gold ring.”
“Then I’ll say I had it from my mother, and can’t part with it”, said
the Princess.
Well, Jack turned himself into a gold ring, and put himself on the
Princess’ finger, and so Farmer Weathersky couldn’t get at him. But
then followed what the lad had foretold; the king fell sick, and there
wasn’t a doctor in the kingdom who could cure him till Farmer
Weathersky came, and he asked for the ring off the Princess’ finger for
his fee. So the king sent a messenger to the Princess for the ring; but
the Princess said she wouldn’t part with it, her mother had left it
her. When the king heard that, he flew into a rage, and said he would
have the ring, whoever left it to her.
“Well”, said the Princess, “it’s no good being cross about it. I can’t
get it off, and if you must have the ring, you must take my finger
too.”
“If you’ll let me try, I’ll soon get the ring off”, said Farmer
Weathersky.
“No, thanks, I’ll try myself”, said the Princess, and flew off to the
grate and put ashes on her finger. Then the ring slipped off and was
lost among the ashes. So Farmer Weathersky turned himself into a cock,
who scratched and pecked after the ring in the grate, till he was up to
the ears in ashes. But while he was doing this, Jack turned himself
into a fox, and bit off the cock’s head; and so if the Evil One was in
Farmer Weathersky, it is all over with him now.