Grimm fairy tales

GRIMM FAIRY-TALES Author: The Brothers Grimm Source: http://www.grimmstories.com/ eBook created (18/01/‘16): QuocSan All-kinds-of-fur (Allerleirauh) There was once on a time a King who had a wife with golden hair, and she was so beautiful that her equal was not to be found on earth It came to pass that she lay ill, and as she felt that she must soon die, she called the King and said, “If thou wishest to marry again after my death, take no one who is not quite as beautiful as I am, and who has not just such golden hair as I have: this thou must promise me.” And after the King had promised her this she closed her eyes and died For a long time the King could not be comforted, and had no thought of taking another wife At length his councillors said, “There is no help for it, the King must marry again, that we may have a Queen.” And now messengers were sent about far and wide, to seek a bride who equalled the late Queen in beauty In the whole world, however, none was to be found, and even if one had been found, still there would have been no one who had such golden hair So the messengers came home as they went Now the King had a daughter, who was just as beautiful as her dead mother, and had the same golden hair When she was grown up the King looked at her one day, and saw that in every respect she was like his late wife, and suddenly felt a violent love for her Then he spake to his councillors, “I will marry my daughter, for she is the counterpart of my late wife, otherwise I can find no bride who resembles her.” When the councillors heard that, they were shocked, and said, “God has forbidden a father to marry his daughter, no good can come from such a crime, and the kingdom will be involved in the ruin.” The daughter was still more shocked when she became aware of her father’s resolution, but hoped to turn him from his design Then she said to him, “Before I fulfil your wish, I must have three dresses, one as golden as the sun, one as silvery as the moon, and one as bright as the stars; besides this, I wish for a mantle of a thousand different kinds of fur and hair joined together, and one of every kind of animal in your kingdom must give a piece of his skin for it.” But she thought, “To get that will be quite impossible, and thus I shall divert my father from his wicked intentions.” The King, however, did not give it up, and the cleverest maidens in his kingdom had to weave the three dresses, one as golden as the sun, one as silvery as the moon, and one as bright as the stars, and his huntsmen had to catch one of every kind of animal in the whole of his kingdom, and take from it a piece of its skin, and out of these was made a mantle of a thousand different kinds of fur At length, when all was ready, the King caused the mantle to be brought, spread it out before her, and said, “The wedding shall be to-morrow.” When, therefore, the King’s daughter saw that there was no longer any hope of turning her father’s heart, she resolved to run away from him In the night whilst every one was asleep, she got up, and took three different things from her treasures, a golden ring, a golden spinning-wheel, and a golden reel The three dresses of the sun, moon, and stars she put into a nutshell, put on her mantle of all kinds of fur, and blackened her face and hands with soot Then she commended herself to God, and went away, and walked the whole night until she reached a great forest And as she was tired, she got into a hollow tree, and fell asleep The sun rose, and she slept on, and she was still sleeping when it was full day Then it so happened that the King to whom this forest belonged, was hunting in it When his dogs came to the tree, they sniffed, and ran barking round about it The King said to the huntsmen, “Just see what kind of wild beast has hidden itself in there.” The huntsmen obeyed his order, and when they came back they said, “A wondrous beast is lying in the hollow tree; we have never before seen one like it Its skin is fur of a thousand different kinds, but it is lying asleep.” Said the King, “See if you can catch it alive, and then fasten it to the carriage, and we will take it with us.” When the huntsmen laid hold of the maiden, she awoke full of terror, and cried to them, “I am a poor child, deserted by father and mother; have pity on me, and take me with you.” Then said they, “Allerleirauh, thou wilt be useful in the kitchen, come with us, and thou canst sweep up the ashes.” So they put her in the carriage, and took her home to the royal palace There they pointed out to her a closet under the stairs, where no daylight entered, and said, “Hairy animal, there canst thou live and sleep.” Then she was sent into the kitchen, and there she carried wood and water, swept the hearth, plucked the fowls, picked the vegetables, raked the ashes, and did all the dirty work Allerleirauh lived there for a long time in great wretchedness Alas, fair princess, what is to become of thee now! It happened, however, that one day a feast was held in the palace, and she said to the cook, “May I go up-stairs for a while, and look on? I will place myself outside the door.” The cook answered, “Yes, go, but you must be back here in half-an-hour to sweep the hearth.” Then she took her oil-lamp, went into her den, put off her fur-dress, and washed the soot off her face and hands, so that her full beauty once more came to light And she opened the nut, and took out her dress which shone like the sun, and when she had done that she went up to the festival, and every one made way for her, for no one knew her, and thought no otherwise than that she was a king’s daughter The King came to meet her, gave his hand to her, and danced with her, and thought in his heart, “My eyes have never yet seen any one so beautiful!” When the dance was over she curtsied, and when the King looked round again she had vanished, and none knew whither The guards who stood outside the palace were called and questioned, but no one had seen her She had, however, run into her little den, had quickly taken off her dress, made her face and hands black again, put on the fur-mantle, and again was Allerleirauh And now when she went into the kitchen, and was about to get to her work and sweep up the ashes, the cook said, “Leave that alone till morning, and make me the soup for the King; I, too, will go upstairs awhile, and take a look; but let no hairs fall in, or in future thou shalt have nothing to eat.” So the cook went away, and Allerleirauh made the soup for the king, and made bread soup and the best she could, and when it was ready she fetched her golden ring from her little den, and put it in the bowl in which the soup was served When the dancing was over, the King had his soup brought and ate it, and he liked it so much that it seemed to him he had never tasted better But when he came to the bottom of the bowl, he saw a golden ring lying, and could not conceive how it could have got there Then he ordered the cook to appear before him The cook was terrified when he heard the order, and said to Allerleirauh, “Thou hast certainly let a hair fall into the soup, and if thou hast, thou shalt be beaten for it.” When he came before the King the latter asked who had made the soup? The cook replied, “I made it.” But the King said, “That is not true, for it was much better than usual, and cooked differently.” He answered, “I must acknowledge that I did not make it, it was made by the rough animal.” The King said, “Go and bid it come up here.” When Allerleirauh came, the King said, “Who art thou?” “I am a poor girl who no longer has any father or mother.” He asked further, “Of what use art thou in my palace?” She answered, “I am good for nothing but to have boots thrown at my head.” He continued, “Where didst thou get the ring which was in the soup?” She answered, “I know nothing about the ring.” So the King could learn nothing, and had to send her away again After a while, there was another festival, and then, as before, Allerleirauh begged the cook for leave to go and look on He answered, “Yes, but come back again in half-an-hour, and make the King the bread soup which he so much likes.” Then she ran into her den, washed herself quickly, and took out of the nut the dress which was as silvery as the moon, and put it on Then she went up and was like a princess, and the King stepped forward to meet her, and rejoiced to see her once more, and as the dance was just beginning they danced it together But when it was ended, she again disappeared so quickly that the King could not observe where she went She, however, sprang into her den, and once more made herself a hairy animal, and went into the kitchen to prepare the bread soup When the cook had gone up-stairs, she fetched the little golden spinning-wheel, and put it in the bowl so that the soup covered it Then it was taken to the King, who ate it, and liked it as much as before, and had the cook brought, who this time likewise was forced to confess that Allerleirauh had prepared the soup Allerleirauh again came before the King, but she answered that she was good for nothing else but to have boots thrown at her head, and that she knew nothing at all about the little golden spinning-wheel When, for the third time, the King held a festival, all happened just as it had done before The cook said, “Faith rough-skin, thou art a witch, and always puttest something in the soup which makes it so good that the King likes it better than that which I cook,” but as she begged so hard, he let her go up at the appointed time And now she put on the dress which shone like the stars, and thus entered the hall Again the King danced with the beautiful maiden, and thought that she never yet had been so beautiful And whilst she was dancing, he contrived, without her noticing it, to slip a golden ring on her finger, and he had given orders that the dance should last a very long time When it was ended, he wanted to hold her fast by her hands, but she tore herself loose, and sprang away so quickly through the crowd that she vanished from his sight She ran as fast as she could into her den beneath the stairs, but as she had been too long, and had stayed more than half-an-hour she could not take off her pretty dress, but only threw over it her fur-mantle, and in her haste she did not make herself quite black, but one finger remained white Then Allerleirauh ran into the kitchen, and cooked the bread soup for the King, and as the cook was away, put her golden reel into it When the King found the reel at the bottom of it, he caused Allerleirauh to be summoned, and then he espied the white finger, and saw the ring which he had put on it during the dance Then he grasped her by the hand, and held her fast, and when she wanted to release herself and run away, her mantle of fur opened a little, and the star-dress shone forth The King clutched the mantle and tore it off Then her golden hair shone forth, and she stood there in full splendour, and could no longer hide herself And when she had washed the soot and ashes from her face, she was more beautiful than anyone who had ever been seen on earth But the King said, “Thou art my dear bride, and we will never more part from each other.” Thereupon the marriage was solemnized, and they lived happily until their death END Bearskin There was once a young fellow who enlisted as a soldier, conducted himself bravely, and was always the foremost when it rained bullets So long as the war lasted, all went well, but when peace was made, he received his dismissal, and the captain said he might go where he liked His parents were dead, and he had no longer a home, so he went to his brothers and begged them to take him in, and keep him until war broke out again The brothers, however, were hard-hearted and said, “What can we with thee? thou art of no use to us; go and make a living for thyself.” The soldier had nothing left but his gun; he took that on his shoulder, and went forth into the world He came to a wide heath, on which nothing was to be seen but a circle of trees; under these he sat sorrowfully down, and began to think over his fate “I have no money,” thought he, “I have learnt no trade but that of fighting, and now that they have made peace they don’t want me any longer; so I see beforehand that I shall have to starve.” All at once he heard a rustling, and when he looked round, a strange man stood before him, who wore a green coat and looked right stately, but had a hideous cloven foot “I know already what thou art in need of,” said the man; “gold and possessions shall thou have, as much as thou canst make away with what thou wilt, but first I must know if thou art fearless, that I may not bestow my money in vain.” “A soldier and fear – how can those two things go together?” he answered; “thou canst put me to the proof.” “Very well, then,” answered the man, “look behind thee.” The soldier turned round, and saw a large bear, which came growling towards him “Oho!” cried the soldier, “I will tickle thy nose for thee, so that thou shalt soon lose thy fancy for growling,” and he aimed at the bear and shot it through the muzzle; it fell down and never stirred again “I see quite well,” said the stranger, “that thou art not wanting in courage, but there is still another condition which thou wilt have to fulfil.” “If it does not endanger my salvation,” replied the soldier, who knew very well who was standing by him “If it does, I’ll have nothing to with it.” “Thou wilt look to that for thyself,” answered Greencoat; “thou shalt for the next seven years neither wash thyself, nor comb thy beard, nor thy hair, nor cut thy nails, nor say one paternoster I will give thee a coat and a cloak, which during this time thou must wear If thou diest during these seven years, thou art mine; if thou remainest alive, thou art free, and rich to boot, for all the rest of thy life.” The soldier thought of the great extremity in which he now found himself, and as he so often had gone to meet death, he resolved to risk it now also, and agreed to the terms The Devil took off his green coat, gave it to the soldier, and said, “If thou hast this coat on thy back and puttest thy hand into the pocket, thou wilt always find it full of money.” Then he pulled the skin off the bear and said, “This shall be thy cloak, and thy bed also, for thereon shalt thou sleep, and in no other bed shalt thou lie, and because of this apparel shalt thou be called Bearskin.” After this the Devil vanished The soldier put the coat on, felt at once in the pocket, and found that the thing was really true Then he put on the bearskin and went forth into the world, and enjoyed himself, refraining from nothing that did him good and his money harm During the first year his appearance was passable, but during the second he began to look like a monster His hair covered nearly the whole of his face, his beard was like a piece of coarse felt, his fingers had claws, and his face was so covered with dirt that if cress had been sown on it, it would have come up Whosoever saw him, ran away, but as he everywhere gave the poor money to pray that he might not die during the seven years, and as he paid well for everything he still always found shelter In the fourth year, he entered an inn where the landlord would not receive him, and would not even let him have a place in the stable, because he was afraid the horses would be scared But as Bearskin thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of ducats, the host let himself be persuaded and gave him a room in an outhouse Bearskin was, however, obliged to promise not to let himself be seen, lest the inn should get a bad name As Bearskin was sitting alone in the evening, and wishing from the bottom of his heart that the seven years were over, he heard a loud lamenting in a neighboring room He had a compassionate heart, so he opened the door, and saw an old man weeping bitterly, and wringing his hands Bearskin went nearer, but the man sprang to his feet and tried to escape from him At last when the man perceived that Bearskin’s voice was human he let himself be prevailed on, and by kind words bearskin succeeded so far that the old man revealed the cause of his grief His property had dwindled away by degrees, he and his daughters would have to starve, and he was so poor that he could not pay the innkeeper, and was to be put in prison “If that is your only trouble,” said Bearskin, “I have plenty of money.” He caused the innkeeper to be brought thither, paid him and put a purse full of gold into the poor old man’s pocket besides When the old man saw himself set free from all his troubles he did not know how to be grateful enough “Come with me,” said he to Bearskin; “my daughters are all miracles of beauty, choose one of them for thyself as a wife When she hears what thou hast done for me, she will not refuse thee Thou dost in truth look a little strange, but she will soon put thee to rights again.” This pleased Bearskin well, and he went When the eldest saw him she was so terribly alarmed at his face that she screamed and ran away The second stood still and looked at him from head to foot, but then she said, “How can I accept a husband who no longer has a human form? The shaven bear that once was here and passed itself off for a man pleased me far better, for at any rate it wore a hussar’s dress and white gloves If it were nothing but ugliness, I might get used to that.” The youngest, however, said, “Dear father, that must be a good man to have helped you out of your trouble, so if you have promised him a bride for doing it, your promise must be kept.” It was a pity that Bearskin’s face was covered with dirt and with hair, for if not they might have seen how delighted he was when he heard these words He took a ring from his finger, broke it in two, and gave her one half, the other he kept for himself He wrote his name, however, on her half, and hers on his, and begged her to keep her piece carefully, and then he took his leave and said, “I must still wander about for three years, and if I not return then, thou art free, for I shall be dead But pray to God to preserve my life.” The poor betrothed bride dressed herself entirely in black, and when she thought of her future bridegroom, tears came into her eyes Nothing but contempt and mockery fell to her lot from her sisters “Take care,” said the eldest, “if thou givest him thy hand, he will strike his claws into it.” “Beware!” said the second “Bears like sweet things, and if he takes a fancy to thee, he will eat thee up.” “Thou must always as he likes,” began the elder again, “or else he will growl.” And the second continued, “But the wedding will be a merry one, for bears dance well.” The bride was silent, and did not let them vex her Bearskin, however, travelled about the world from one place to another, did good where he was able, and gave generously to the poor that they might pray for him At length, as the last day of the seven years dawned, he went once more out on to the heath, and seated himself beneath the circle of trees It was not long before the wind whistled, and the Devil stood before him and looked angrily at him; then he threw Bearskin his old coat, and asked for his own green one back “We have not got so far as that yet,” answered Bearskin, servant consented to this delay The bailiff summoned all his clerks together, and they were to think the matter over, and give him advice The clerks pondered for a long time, but at last they said that no one was sure of his life with the head-servant, for he could kill a man as easily as a midge, and that the bailiff ought to make him get into the well and clean it, and when he was down below, they would roll up one of the mill-stones which was lying there, and throw it on his head; and then he would never return to daylight The advice pleased the bailiff, and the head-servant was quite willing to go down the well When he was standing down below at the bottom, they rolled down the largest mill-stone and thought they had broken his skull, but he cried, “Chase away those hens from the well, they are scratching in the sand up there, and throwing the grains into my eyes, so that I can’t see.” So the bailiff cried, “Sh-sh,” and pretended to frighten the hens away When the headservant had finished his work, he climbed up and said, “Just look what a beautiful neck-tie I have on,” and behold it was the mill-stone which he was wearing round his neck The head-servant now wanted to take his reward, but the bailiff again begged for a fortnight’s delay The clerks met together and advised him to send the head-servant to the haunted mill to grind corn by night, for from thence as yet no man had ever returned in the morning alive The proposal pleased the bailiff, he called the head-servant that very evening, and ordered him to take eight bushels of corn to the mill, and grind it that night, for it was wanted So the head-servant went to the loft, and put two bushels in his right pocket, and two in his left, and took four in a wallet, half on his back, and half on his breast, and thus laden went to the haunted mill The miller told him that he could grind there very well by day, but not by night, for the mill was haunted, and that up to the present time whosoever had gone into it at night had been found in the morning lying dead inside He said, “I will manage it, just you go away to bed.” Then he went into the mill, and poured out the corn About eleven o’clock he went into the miller’s room, and sat down on the bench When he had sat there a while, a door suddenly opened, and a large table came in, and on the table, wine and roasted meats placed themselves, and much good food besides, but everything came of itself, for no one was there to carry it After this the chairs pushed themselves up, but no people came, until all at once he beheld fingers, which handled knives and forks, and laid food on the plates, but with this exception he saw nothing As he was hungry, and saw the food, he, too, place himself at the table, ate with those who were eating and enjoyed it When he had had enough, and the others also had quite emptied their dishes, he distinctly heard all the candles being suddenly snuffed out, and as it was now pitch dark, he felt something like a box on the ear Then he said, “If anything of that kind comes again, I shall strike out in return.” And when he had received a second box on the ear, he, too struck out And so it continued the whole night He took nothing without returning it, but repaid everything with interest, and did not lay about him in vain At daybreak, however, everything ceased When the miller had got up, he wanted to look after him, and wondered if he were still alive Then the youth said, “I have eaten my fill, have received some boxes on the ears, but I have given some in return.” The miller rejoiced, and said that the mill was now released from the spell, and wanted to give him much money as a reward But he said, “Money, I will not have, I have enough of it.” So he took his meal on his back, went home, and told the bailiff that he had done what he had been told to do, and would now have the reward agreed on When the bailiff heard that, he was seriously alarmed and quite beside himself; he walked backwards and forwards in the room, and drops of perspiration ran down from his forehead Then he opened the window to get some fresh air, but before he was aware, the head-servant had given him such a kick that he flew through the window out into the air, and so far away that no one ever saw him again Then said the head-servant to the bailiff’s wife, “If he does not come back, you must take the other blow.” She cried, “No, no I cannot bear it,” and opened the other window, because drops of perspiration were running down her forehead Then he gave her such a kick that she, too, flew out, and as she was lighter she went much higher than her husband Her husband cried, “Do come to me,” but she replied, “Come thou to me, I cannot come to thee.” And they hovered about there in the air, and could not get to each other, and whether they are still hovering about, or not, I not know, but the young giant took up his iron bar, and went on his way END Thumbling as journeyman (Thumbling’s Travels) A certain tailor had a son, who happened to be small, and no bigger than a Thumb, and on this account he was always called Thumbling He had, however, some courage in him, and said to his father, “Father, I must and will go out into the world.” “That’s right, my son,” said the old man, and took a long darning-needle and made a knob of sealing-wax on it at the candle, “and there is a sword for thee to take with thee on the way.” Then the little tailor wanted to have one more meal with them, and hopped into the kitchen to see what his lady mother had cooked for the last time It was, however, just dished up, and the dish stood on the hearth Then he said, “Mother, what is there to eat to-day?” “See for thyself,” said his mother So Thumbling jumped on to the hearth, and peeped into the dish, but as he stretched his neck in too far the steam from the food caught hold of him, and carried him up the chimney He rode about in the air on the steam for a while, until at length he sank down to the ground again Now the little tailor was outside in the wide world, and he travelled about, and went to a master in his craft, but the food was not good enough for him “Mistress, if you give us no better food,” said Thumbling, “I will go away, and early to-morrow morning I will write with chalk on the door of your house, ‘Too many potatoes, too little meat! Farewell, Mr Potato-King.’” “What wouldst thou have forsooth, grasshopper?” said the mistress, and grew angry, and seized a dishcloth, and was just going to strike him; but my little tailor crept nimbly under a thimble, peeped out from beneath it, and put his tongue out at the mistress She took up the thimble, and wanted to get hold of him, but little Thumbling hopped into the cloth, and while the mistress was opening it out and looking for him, he got into a crevice in the table “Ho, ho, lady mistress,” cried he, and thrust his head out, and when she began to strike him he leapt down into the drawer At last, however, she caught him and drove him out of the house The little tailor journeyed on and came to a great forest, and there he fell in with a band of robbers who had a design to steal the King’s treasure When they saw the little tailor, they thought, “A little fellow like that can creep through a key-hole and serve as picklock to us.” “Hollo,” cried one of them, “thou giant Goliath, wilt thou go to the treasure-chamber with us? Thou canst slip thyself in and throw out the money.” Thumbling reflected a while, and at length he said, “yes,” and went with them to the treasure-chamber Then he looked at the doors above and below, to see if there was any crack in them It was not long before he espied one which was broad enough to let him in He was therefore about to get in at once, but one of the two sentries who stood before the door, observed him, and said to the other, “What an ugly spider is creeping there; I will kill it.” “Let the poor creature alone,” said the other; “it has done thee no harm.” Then Thumbling got safely through the crevice into the treasure-chamber, opened the window beneath which the robbers were standing, and threw out to them one thaler after another When the little tailor was in the full swing of his work, he heard the King coming to inspect his treasure-chamber, and crept hastily into a hiding-place The King noticed that several solid thalers were missing, but could not conceive who could have stolen them, for locks and bolts were in good condition, and all seemed well guarded Then he went away again, and said to the sentries, “Be on the watch, some one is after the money.” When therefore Thumbling recommenced his labours, they heard the money moving, and a sound of klink, klink, klink They ran swiftly in to seize the thief, but the little tailor, who heard them coming, was still swifter, and leapt into a corner and covered himself with a thaler, so that nothing could be seen of him, and at the same time he mocked the sentries and cried, “Here am I!” The sentries ran thither, but as they got there, he had already hopped into another corner under a thaler, and was crying, “Ho, ho, here am I!” The watchmen sprang there in haste, but Thumbling had long ago got into a third corner, and was crying, “Ho, ho, here am I!” And thus he made fools of them, and drove them so long round about the treasure-chamber that they were weary and went away Then by degrees he threw all the thalers out, dispatching the last with all his might, then hopped nimbly upon it, and flew down with it through the window The robbers paid him great compliments “Thou art a valiant hero,” said they; “wilt thou be our captain?” Thumbling, however, declined, and said he wanted to see the world first They now divided the booty, but the little tailor only asked for a kreuzer because he could not carry more Then he once more buckled on his sword, bade the robbers goodbye, and took to the road First, he went to work with some masters, but he had no liking for that, and at last he hired himself as man-servant in an inn The maids, however, could not endure him, for he saw all they did secretly, without their seeing him, and he told their master and mistress what they had taken off the plates, and carried away out of the cellar, for themselves Then said they, “Wait, and we will pay thee off!” and arranged with each other to play him a trick Soon afterwards when one of the maids was mowing in the garden, and saw Thumbling jumping about and creeping up and down the plants, she mowed him up quickly with the grass, tied all in a great cloth, and secretly threw it to the cows Now amongst them there was a great black one, who swallowed him down without hurting him Down below, however, it pleased him ill, for it was quite dark, neither was any candle burning When the cow was being milked he cried, “Strip, strap, strull, Will the pail soon be full?” But the noise of the milking prevented his being understood After this the master of the house came into the cow-byre and said, “That cow shall be killed to-morrow.” Then Thumbling was so alarmed that he cried out in a clear voice, “Let me out first, for I am shut up inside her.” The master heard that quite well, but did not know from whence the voice came “Where art thou?” asked he “In the black one,” answered Thumbling, but the master did not understand what that meant, and went out Next morning the cow was killed Happily Thumbling did not meet with one blow at the cutting up and chopping; he got among the sausage-meat And when the butcher came in and began his work, he cried out with all his might, “Don’t chop too deep, don’t chop too deep, I am amongst it.” No one heard this because of the noise of the chopping-knife Now poor Thumbling was in trouble, but trouble sharpens the wits, and he sprang out so adroitly between the blows that none of them touched him, and he escaped with a whole skin But still he could not get away, there was nothing for it but to let himself be thrust into a black-pudding with the bits of bacon His quarters there were rather confined, and besides that he was up in the chimney to be smoked, and there time did hang terribly heavy on his hands At length in winter he was taken down again, as the black-pudding had to be set before a guest When the hostess was cutting it in slices, he took care not to stretch out his head too far lest a bit of it should be cut off; at last he saw his opportunity, cleared a passage for himself, and jumped out The little tailor, however, would not stay any longer in a house where he fared so ill, so at once set out on his journey again But his liberty did not last long In the open country he met with a fox who snapped him up in a fit of absence “Hollo, Mr Fox,” cried the little tailor, “it is I who am sticking in your throat, set me at liberty again.” “Thou art right,” answered the fox “Thou art next to nothing for me, but if thou wilt promise me the fowls in thy father’s yard I will let thee go.” “With all my heart,” replied Thumbling “Thou shalt have all the cocks and hens, that I promise thee.” Then the fox let him go again, and himself carried him home When the father once more saw his dear son, he willingly gave the fox all the fowls which he had “For this I likewise bring thee a handsome bit of money,” said Thumbling, and gave his father the kreuzer which he earned on his travels “But why did the fox get the poor chickens to eat?” “Oh, you goose, your father would surely love his child far more than the fowls in the yard!” END Tom Thumb There was once a poor countryman who used to sit in the chimney-corner all evening and poke the fire, while his wife sat at her spinning-wheel And he used to say, “How dull it is without any children about us; our house is so quiet, and other people’s houses so noisy and merry!” “Yes,” answered his wife, and sighed, “if we could only have one, and that one ever so little, no bigger than my thumb, how happy I should be! It would, indeed, be having our heart’s desire.” Now, it happened that after a while the woman had a child who was perfect in all his limbs, but no bigger than a thumb Then the parents said, “He is just what we wished for, and we will love him very much,” and they named him according to his stature, “Tom Thumb.” And though they gave him plenty of nourishment, he grew no bigger, but remained exactly the same size as when he was first born; and he had very good faculties, and was very quick and prudent, so that all he did prospered One day his father made ready to go into the forest to cut wood, and he said, as if to himself, “Now, I wish there was some one to bring the cart to meet me.” “O father,” cried Tom Thumb, “I can bring the cart, let me alone for that, and in proper time, too!” Then the father laughed, and said, “How will you manage that? You are much too little to hold the reins.” “That has nothing to with it, father; while my mother goes on with her spinning I will sit in the horse’s ear and tell him where to go.” “Well,” answered the father, “we will try it for once.” When it was time to set off, the mother went on spinning, after setting Tom Thumb in the horse’s ear; and so he drove off, crying, “Gee-up, gee-wo!” So the horse went on quite as if his master were driving him, and drew the waggon along the right road to the wood Now it happened just as they turned a corner, and the little fellow was calling out “Gee-up!” that two strange men passed by “Look,” said one of them, “how is this? There goes a waggon, and the driver is calling to the horse, and yet he is nowhere to be seen.” “It is very strange,” said the other; “we will follow the waggon, and see where it belongs.” And the wagon went right through the wood, up to the place where the wood had been hewed When Tom Thumb caught sight of his father, he cried out, “Look, father, here am I with the wagon; now, take me down.” The father held the horse with his left hand, and with the right he lifted down his little son out of the horse’s ear, and Tom Thumb sat down on a stump, quite happy and content When the two strangers saw him they were struck dumb with wonder At last one of them, taking the other aside, said to him, “Look here, the little chap would make our fortune if we were to show him in the town for money Suppose we buy him.” So they went up to the woodcutter, and said, “Sell the little man to us; we will take care he shall come to no harm.” “No,” answered the father; “he is the apple of my eye, and not for all the money in the world would I sell him.” But Tom Thumb, when he heard what was going on, climbed up by his father’s coat tails, and, perching himself on his shoulder, he whispered in his ear, “Father, you might as well let me go I will soon come back again.” Then the father gave him up to the two men for a large piece of money They asked him where he would like to sit, “Oh, put me on the brim of your hat,” said he “There I can walk about and view the country, and be in no danger of falling off.” So they did as he wished, and when Tom Thumb had taken leave of his father, they set off all together And they travelled on until it grew dusk, and the little fellow asked to be set down a little while for a change, and after some difficulty they consented So the man took him down from his hat, and set him in a field by the roadside, and he ran away directly, and, after creeping about among the furrows, he slipped suddenly into a mouse-hole, just what he was looking for “Good evening, my masters, you can go home without me!”cried he to them, laughing They ran up and felt about with their sticks in the mouse-hole, but in vain Tom Thumb crept farther and farther in, and as it was growing dark, they had to make the best of their way home, full of vexation, and with empty purses When Tom Thumb found they were gone, he crept out of his hiding-place underground “It is dangerous work groping about these holes in the darkness,” said he; “I might easily break my neck.” But by good fortune he came upon an empty snail shell “That’s all right,” said he “Now I can get safely through the night;” and he settled himself down in it Before he had time to get to sleep, he heard two men pass by, and one was saying to the other, “How can we manage to get hold of the rich parson’s gold and silver?” “I can tell you how,” cried Tom Thumb “How is this?” said one of the thieves, quite frightened, “I hear some one speak!” So they stood still and listened, and Tom Thumb spoke again “Take me with you; I will show you how to it!” “Where are you, then?” asked they “Look about on the ground and notice where the voice comes from,” answered he At last they found him, and lifted him up “You little elf,” said they, “how can you help us?” “Look here,” answered he, “I can easily creep between the iron bars of the parson’s room and hand out to you whatever you would like to have.” “Very well,” said they, ff we will try what you can do.” So when they came to the parsonage-house, Tom Thumb crept into the room, but cried out with all his might, “Will you have all that is here?” So the thieves were terrified, and said, “Do speak more softly, lest any one should be awaked.” But Tom Thumb made as if he did not hear them, and cried out again, “What would you like? will you have all that is here?” so that the cook, who was sleeping in a room hard by, heard it, and raised herself in bed and listened The thieves, however, in their fear of being discovered, had run back part of the way, but they took courage again, thinking that it was only a jest of the little fellow’s So they came back and whispered to him to be serious, and to hand them out something Then Tom Thumb called out once more as loud as he could, “Oh yes, I will give it all to you, only put out your hands.” Then the listening maid heard him distinctly that time, and jumped out of bed, and burst open the door The thieves ran off as if the wild huntsman were behind them; but the maid, as she could see nothing, went to fetch a light And when she came back with one, Tom Thumb had taken himself off, without being seen by her, into the barn; and the maid, when she had looked in every hole and corner and found nothing, went back to bed at last, and thought that she must have been dreaming with her eyes and ears open So Tom Thumb crept among the hay, and found a comfortable nook to sleep in, where he intended to remain until it was day, and then to go home to his father and mother But other things were to befall him; indeed, there is nothing but trouble and worry in this world! The maid got up at dawn of day to feed the cows The first place she went to was the barn, where she took up an armful of hay, and it happened to be the very heap in which Tom Thumb lay asleep And he was so fast asleep, that he was aware of nothing, and never waked until he was in the mouth of the cow, who had taken him up with the hay “Oh dear,” cried he, “how is it that I have got into a mill!” but he soon found out where he was, and he had to be very careful not to get between the cow’s teeth, and at last he had to descend into the cow’s stomach “The windows were forgotten when this little room was built,” said he, “and the sunshine cannot get in; there is no light to be had.” His quarters were in every way unpleasant to him, and, what was the worst, new hay was constantly coming in, and the space was being filled up At last he cried out in his extremity, as loud as he could, “No more hay for me! no more hay for me!” The maid was then milking the cow, and as she heard a voice, but could see no one, and as it was the same voice that she had heard in the night, she was so frightened that she fell off her stool, and spilt the milk Then she ran in great haste to her master, crying, “Oh, master dear, the cow spoke!” “You must be crazy,” answered her master, and he went himself to the cow-house to see what was the matter No sooner had he put his foot inside the door, than Tom Thumb cried out again, “No more hay for me! no more hay for me!” Then the parson himself was frightened, supposing that a bad spirit had entered into the cow, and he ordered her to be put to death So she was killed, but the stomach, where Tom Thumb was lying, was thrown upon a dunghill Tom Thumb had great trouble to work his way out of it, and he had just made a space big enough for his head to go through, when a new misfortune happened A hungry wolf ran up and swallowed the whole stomach at one gulp But Tom Thumb did not lose courage “Perhaps,” thought he, “the wolf will listen to reason,” and he cried out from the inside of the wolf,” My dear wolf, I can tell you where to get a splendid meal!” “Where is it to be had?” asked the wolf “In such and such a house, and you must creep into it through the drain, and there you will find cakes and bacon and broth, as much as you can eat,” and he described to him his father’s house The wolf needed not to be told twice He squeezed himself through the drain in the night, and feasted in the store-room to his heart’s content When, at last, he was satisfied, he wanted to go away again, but he had become so big, that to creep the same way back was impossible This Tom Thumb had reckoned upon, and began to make a terrible din inside the wolf, crying and calling as loud as he could “Will you be quiet?” said the wolf; “you will wake the folks up!” “Look here,” cried the little man, “you are very well satisfied, and now I will something for my own enjoyment,” and began again to make all the noise he could At last the father and mother were awakened, and they ran to the room-door and peeped through the chink, and when they saw a wolf in occupation, they ran and fetched weapons – the man an axe, and the wife a scythe “Stay behind,” said the man, as they entered the room; “when I have given him a blow, and it does not seem to have killed him, then you must cut at him with your scythe.” Then Tom Thumb heard his father’s voice, and cried, “Dear father; I am here in the wolfs inside.” Then the father called out full of joy, “Thank heaven that we have found our dear child!” and told his wife to keep the scythe out of the way, lest Tom Thumb should be hurt with it Then he drew near and struck the wolf such a blow on the head that he fell down dead; and then” he fetched a knife and a pair of scissors, slit up the wolf’s body, and let out the little fellow “Oh, what anxiety we have felt about you!” said the father “Yes, father, I have seen a good deal of the world, and I am very glad to breathe fresh air again.” “And where have you been all this time?” asked his father “Oh, I have been in a mouse-hole and a snail’s shell, in a cow’s stomach and a wolfs inside: now, I think, I will stay at home.” “And we will not part with you for all the kingdoms of the world,” cried the parents, as they kissed and hugged their dear little Tom Thumb And they gave him something to eat and drink, and a new suit of clothes, as his old ones were soiled with travel END Wise folks One day a peasant took his good hazel-stick out of the corner and said to his wife, “Trina, I am going across country, and shall not return for three days If during that time the cattle-dealer should happen to call and want to buy our three cows, you may strike a bargain at once, but not unless you can get two hundred thalers for them; nothing less, you hear?” “For heaven’s sake just go in peace,” answered the woman, “I will manage that.” “You, indeed,” said the man “You once fell on your head when you were a little child, and that affects you even now; but let me tell you this, if you anything foolish, I will make your back black and blue, and not with paint, I assure you, but with the stick which I have in my hand, and the colouring shall last a whole year, you may rely on that.” And having said that, the man went on his way Next morning the cattle-dealer came, and the woman had no need to say many words to him When he had seen the cows and heard the price, he said, “I am quite willing to give that, honestly speaking, they are worth it I will take the beasts away with me at once.” He unfastened their chains and drove them out of the byre, but just as he was going out of the yard-door, the woman clutched him by the sleeve and said, “You must give me the two hundred thalers now, or I cannot let the cows go.” “True,” answered the man, “but I have forgotten to buckle on my money-belt Have no fear, however, you shall have security for my paying I will take two cows with me and leave one, and then you will have a good pledge.” The woman saw the force of this, and let the man go away with the cows, and thought to herself, “How pleased Hans will be when he finds how cleverly I have managed it!” The peasant came home on the third day as he had said he would, and at once inquired if the cows were sold? “Yes, indeed, dear Hans,” answered the woman, “and as you said, for two hundred thalers They are scarcely worth so much, but the man took them without making any objection.” “Where is the money?” asked the peasant “Oh, I have not got the money,” replied the woman; “he had happened to forget his money-belt, but he will soon bring it, and he left good security behind him.” “What kind of security?” asked the man “One of the three cows, which he shall not have until he has paid for the other two I have managed very cunningly, for I have kept the smallest, which eats the least.” The man was enraged and lifted up his stick, and was just going to give her the beating he had promised her Suddenly he let the stick fail and said, “You are the stupidest goose that ever waddled on God’s earth, but I am sorry for you I will go out into the highways and wait for three days to see if I find anyone who is still stupider than you If I succeed in doing so, you shall go scot-free, but if I not find him, you shall receive your well-deserved reward without any discount.” He went out into the great highways, sat down on a stone, and waited for what would happen Then he saw a peasant’s waggon coming towards him, and a woman was standing upright in the middle of it, instead of sitting on the bundle of straw which was lying beside her, or walking near the oxen and leading them The man thought to himself, “That is certainly one of the kind I am in search of,” and jumped up and ran backwards and forwards in front of the waggon like one who is not very wise “What you want, my friend?” said the woman to him; “I don’t know you, where you come from?” “I have fallen down from heaven,” replied the man, “and don’t know how to get back again, couldn’t you drive me up?” “No,” said the woman, “I don’t know the way, but if you come from heaven you can surely tell me how my husband, who has been there these three years is You must have seen him?” “Oh, yes, I have seen him, but all men can’t get on well He keeps sheep, and the sheep give him a great deal to They run up the mountains and lose their way in the wilderness, and he has to run after them and drive them together again His clothes are all torn to pieces too, and will soon fall off his body There is no tailor there, for Saint Peter won’t let any of them in, as you know by the story.” “Who would have thought it?” cried the woman, “I tell you what, I will fetch his Sunday coat which is still hanging at home in the cupboard, he can wear that and look respectable You will be so kind as to take it with you.” “That won’t very well,” answered the peasant; “people are not allowed to take clothes into Heaven, they are taken away from one at the gate.” “Then hark you,” said the woman, “I sold my fine wheat yesterday and got a good lot of money for it, I will send that to him If you hide the purse in your pocket, no one will know that you have it.” “If you can’t manage it any other way,” said the peasant, “I will you that favor.” “Just sit still where you are,” said she, “and I will drive home and fetch the purse, I shall soon be back again I not sit down on the bundle of straw, but stand up in the waggon, because it makes it lighter for the cattle.” She drove her oxen away, and the peasant thought, “That woman has a perfect talent for folly, if she really brings the money, my wife may think herself fortunate, for she will get no beating.” It was not long before she came in a great hurry with the money, and with her own hands put it in his pocket Before she went away, she thanked him again a thousand times for his courtesy When the woman got home again, she found her son who had come in from the field She told him what unlooked-for things had befallen her, and then added, “I am truly delighted at having found an opportunity of sending something to my poor husband Who would ever have imagined that he could be suffering for want of anything up in heaven?” The son was full of astonishment “Mother,” said he, “it is not every day that a man comes from Heaven in this way, I will go out immediately, and see if he is still to be found; he must tell me what it is like up there, and how the work is done.” He saddled the horse and rode off with all speed He found the peasant who was sitting under a willow-tree, and was just going to count the money in the purse “Have you seen the man who has fallen down from Heaven?” cried the youth to him “Yes,” answered the peasant, “he has set out on his way back there, and has gone up that hill, from whence it will be rather nearer; you could still catch him up, if you were to ride fast.” “Alas,” said the youth, “I have been doing tiring work all day, and the ride here has completely worn me out; you know the man, be so kind as to get on my horse, and go and persuade him to come here.” “Aha!” thought the peasant, “here is another who has no wick in his lamp!” “Why should I not you this favor?” said he, and mounted the horse and rode off in a quick trot The youth remained sitting there till night fell, but the peasant never came back “The man from Heaven must certainly have been in a great hurry, and would not turn back,” thought he, “and the peasant has no doubt given him the horse to take to my father.” He went home and told his mother what had happened, and that he had sent his father the horse so that he might not have to be always running about “Thou hast done well,” answered she, “thy legs are younger than his, and thou canst go on foot.” When the peasant got home, he put the horse in the stable beside the cow which he had as a pledge, and then went to his wife and said, “Trina, as your luck would have it, I have found two who are still sillier fools than you; this time you escape without a beating, I will store it up for another occasion.” Then he lighted his pipe, sat down in his grandfather’s chair, and said, “It was a good stroke of business to get a sleek horse and a great purse full of money into the bargain, for two lean cows If stupidity always brought in as much as that, I would be quite willing to hold it in honor.” So thought the peasant, but you no doubt prefer the simple folks END .. .GRIMM FAIRY- TALES Author: The Brothers Grimm Source: http://www.grimmstories.com/ eBook created (18/01/‘16): QuocSan All-kinds-of-fur