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Thumbkin.
A
Finnish Tale. . .The Good
Woman.
A
Norwegian
Story.ICELANDIC
TALES
:The
Story of Briam, the King'sFooL
The
LittleGray Man.
The
Fleece of Gold.A
Servian Story. . ,Zerbino, the Bear.
A
Neapolitan Tale. .Fragolette.
...
Yvon
and
Finette. ,Piff-Paff; or, the
Art
ofGovernment.
. .The
Mysterious Garden.....
BOHEMIAN
STORIES
:A
Frenchman's
Visit to Prague. ., ,,O JO03
~
i fI ' . '.
'
Are
You
Not
Satisfied? or,The
Tale of the Noses.The
Golden
Loaf.The
Hussar's Song.PAGE. 9 31 52 62 75 87 112 121 158 195
2O
I 208 212 21$Contents.
BOHEMIAN
STORIES:
The
Story ofSswanda
the Piper.The
Twelve
Months. .The
Story oftheKing
of Ethiopia .The
Three Lemons.
A
Neapolitan Tale. Captain John's Travels.Perlino.
A
Neapolitan Story.The
Shepherd
Pashaw.A
Turkish Story.The
Castle of Life.PAUK 220 225 232 234 252 290 320 335 */'*' .' ' ' f ' t ' ,
FAIRY
TALES
THUMBKIN.
A
FINNISH
TALE
CHAPTER
I.ONCE
John.upon
Peteratimewas
therebig,was
red-cheeked,a peasantand
who
stupidhad
three sons;and
Paulwas
Peter, Paul,thin, sallow,and
and
envious; whilstJohn was
brimful of funand
asfair asawoman,
but such atiny fellow that he could easilyhave hidden himself in his father's bigboots; so
he was
nick-namedThumbkin.
All the peasant's wealth consisted of his sons,he had
nothing else besides,and
itwas
a grandday
in the cottagewhen
ahalfpenny
was
to be seen there.Rye
was
dear,and
life very hard to thesepoorfolk.
From
the time the three children coulddo any
work, their fatherwas
always urging
them
to leave the hutwhere
they were born,and
go forth into theworld to seek their fortune.
He
used to say, "Itmay
not be always easy to earn one's livingaway
fromhome,
butany
how
there is a chance of earning it ; whilst here, the only thingone
can look forward to is to die of hunger."About
a league from the hut stood the palace of the king, a magnificentbuilding all of
wood,
with beautifully carved balconiesand
glazed windows.Lo
and
behold! one finesummer
night, just in front of thewindows,a great oak-treesprangup, with such thick branches
and
foliage that it almost hid the palace.To
cutdown
this giant treewas
not an easy matter; therewas
not anax
thatdid notblunt itself against the trunk,
and
for every branch or root thatwas
cut10
Laboulaycs
Fairy
Talcs.to the
man who
would
ridhim
of this inconvenient neighbor. Tired of thefruitless struggle, the king at last
was
obliged to resign himself to having allthe lamps in his palace lit in broad daylight.
That was
not all; in this country streams issued out of the very stones,and
yet there
was
no water to behad
on the royal domain. In thesummer
theCourt
was
obliged towash
their hands with beer,and
their faces withmead.
It
was
a cryingshame
;and
the king had promised landsand money,
with thetitle of marquis, to
any
onewho
would
dig a well in the courtyard of the castledeep enough
to get water all the year round.But no
onewas
able to earn the reward, for the palace stood on a hill,and
a foot belowthe surfacewas
abed
ofgranite.
The
kingcould thinkof nothingelse,
and
was
determined not to be
beaten, for
though
hiskingdom was
verysmallhe
was
as obstinate asthe
Emperor
of China.To
attain his object hehad
great placardsem-blazoned with the royal
arms
postedup
all overhis dominions,
by
whichhe
offeredno
less than thehand
of the princessand
the half of hisking-dom
towhoever
shouldcut
down
theoak and
dig the well.The
princesswas
as beautiful as the day,and
half thekingdom was
not tobe despised ; so herewas
a bait richenough
totempt more
than one ambitious soul,and
fromSweden
andNorway, Denmark,
Russia, the continent,and
the adjacent islands,came
acrowd
of stoutworkmen,
armed
with axesand
mattocks.But
in vain they cut and hackedand
chippedand
dug, itwas
all labor lost.At
everyblow
theoak became
harder,and
the graniteno
softer, so that the strongesthad
at last give toup
in despair.Thumb
kin. IICHAPTER
II.ONE
day, after the king's proclamation,which
completely turned every body's head,had
been a great deal underdiscussion,the three brothers asked themselves
why
they should not try their luck, if their fatherwould
givehis consent.
They
neverdreamed
ofsuc-cess,
and
did not aspire either to thehand
ofthe princess or to the half of the kingdom, but
they thought they might find
employment and
a kind masterat theCourtor elsewhere. Their
fatherapprovedof their project, so theystarted
off for the king's palace.
As
theyjourneyedThumbkin
ran alongtheside of the road with the swiftness of a
grey-hound, watching every thing, studying every
thing,
and
ferreting about everywhere. Insects,wild flowers,
and
pebbles all attracted hisatten-tion.
He
was
constantlystopping his brothersto ask
them
thewhy
and
the wherefore ofevery thing;
why
the bees entered the calyxesof flowers,
why
theswallowsskimmed
alongthe streams,why
the butterflies flew toand
fro inzigzags. Peter burst out laughing at all these questions,
and
Paul shruggedhisshoulders,and
told
Thumbkin
to be silent, callinghim
acon-ceited
and
inquisitive fellow.On
theirway
theyentered a great pine-wood,which
covered amountain
side,and
in thedis-tance above
them
they heard thesound
of anax,
and
the crash of falling branches."
It surprises
me
that people should cutdown
trees on thesummit
of amoun-tain," said
Thumbkin.
"
I should be very
much
surprised ifyou
were not surprised," replied Paul12
Laboulayes
Fairy
Talcs."What
ababy!
One
would
think thatyou had
never seen a wood-cutter,'added
Peter, patting hislittle brotheron
the cheek."All the
same," said
Thumbkin,
" Iam
curious to seewhat
isgoing onup
there.""Go
and
see," rejoined Paul,"and
tire yourself out. It will be a lessonto you, conceited
boy
;you
alwayswant
toknow
more
than your elderbrothers."
Thumbkin,
without heeding this remark, set off to climb in the directionwhence
came
thesound
of the ax.When
he reached the top of the mountain,what
do you
think he found ?An
enchantedax which by
itselfwas hewing
down
a talland
noble pine-tree."
Good
morning,
Madam
Ax,"
saidThumbkin.
"Does
it not tireyou
tohack
away
allby
yourself at that oldtree?"
"
I have been waiting for
you
many
years,
my
son,"
answered the ax.
"All right, here I am," rejoined
Thumbkin, and
he coolly took the ax,and
putting it into his big leathernwallet, lightly descended the mountain.
"
And
what
marvel did our
young
master,
who
is so easily astonished, seeup
there ?"
inquired Paul, looking con,
temptuously at
Thumbkin.
"It
was
an
ax
thatwe
heard," answered the lad. "Itold
you
so," said Peter, " so yourtroublewas
useless,and you would
havedone
better to stay with us."A
little further on the road lay through masses of rock, and in the distance thev heard above--them
a hard sound,/ like ironringing againstO O O stone."
I
am
surprised that people should be striking the rockup
there," saidThumbkin.
"
Really," said Paul," the chicken isonly just hatched, so he has never heard a
woodpecker
pecking at the old trunk of atree before!"
"That's
what
it is," said Peter laughing, "it is a woodpecker. Stay with us youngster.""
All the same," replied
Thumbkin,
"Iam
curious to seewhat
is going onup
there."Thumb
kin.And
he
climbedup
the face of the rock on hishands and
knees, whilst Peterand
Paul laughed athim
for his pains.When
he reached the top,what
do
you
think he found?An
enchanted pickax,which
allby
itselfwas
piercingthe rockas easily as if it
had
been soft earth.At
each stroke itwent more
than a foot into the ground."
Good
day,
Madam
Pickax," saidThumbkin.
"Does
it not tireyou
to be diggingaway
allby
yourself at that oldrock?"
"
I have
been
waiting foryou
a long time,my
son," returned thepickax.
"All
right, here Iam," replied
Thumb-kin,
and
withoutmore
ado
he tookthepick-ax, undid the handle,
and
putting thetwo
pieces into his big
leathern bag, quickly
descended the
moun-tain.
"
Pray
what
miracle did his lordship seeup
there?"
asked Paul, ina sneering
tone.
"
It
was
a pickax thatwe
heard,"answered the boy,and
he walkedon
without sayingany
thing more.A
little furtheron
theycame
to a stream.The
waterwas
cool,and
as clearas crystal,
and
our travelers being thirsty, eachcommenced
to drink out ofhis hand.
"
I
am
surprised there should be somuch
water in a valley likethis," said
Thumbkin.
"
I should like to
know
where
this streamcomes
from."
"
So
the youngster does not
know
that streams issue out of the ground,"sneered Paul.
"All the
same," replied
Thumbkin,
"I
am
curious to seewhence
thiswater comes."And
he
set off to find the source of the stream, in spite of the jeersand
remonstrances of his brothers.
On
and on he
went, whilst the watergrew
lessand
less.When
he reachedtheend
of thevalley, he saw, to hisastonishment, theLaboulaye's
Fairy
Talcs."
Good
morrow,
Madam
Spring," criedThumbkin.
"Docs
itnottireyou
to spoutaway
there allby
yourself in that littlecorner?'
"
I have been waiting for
you
formany
years,my
son," replied thewalnut-shell.
'
" All
right ; hereIam,"said
Thumbkin
;and, taking the nut-shell, he stuffed itwith
moss, so that thewater could not escape;
thenputting it into his wallet, he quickly rejoined hisbrothers.
"
Have
you
discoveredthe source of the streamnow?"
cried Peter, as soon ashe
caught sight of him.
"
Yes, brother," said
Thumbkin
;"
it
comes up
out of alittle hole.""
The
child istoo cleverby
half," saidPaul;
"
we
shall never be able to rear
him."
"
I have seen all I
wanted
to see,and
have learned all I
wanted
toknow, and
that is
enough
forme,"murmured
Thumb-kin, rubbing his hands.
A
CHAPTER
III.T
last they reached the king's palace.The
oakwas
biggerand
more
um-brageous than ever: there
was no
well in the courtyard of the castle,and
atthe palace-gate there
hung
as usual the great placard which promised thehand
of the princess
and
half thekingdom
to theman
were he noble, peasant, ortrader
who
should achieve thetwo
things on which the kinghad
set hisheart.
However,
since the kingwas
wearied with somany
fruitless efforts,Thumbkin.
the larger one,
and on
itwas
written in red lettersthe followingannouncement
:"Be
itknown
that his majestythe king, in his exceedinggoodness, hasdeigned
toproclaim that
whoever
shall unsuccessfully attemptto cut
down
theoak
or diga well, shall have his earscut off to teach
him
toknow
himself,which
isthe firststep towards
wisdom."
And
in order that everybody might
profitby
thisprudentadvice, acouple of dozen ears
had
been nailedup
round the placard for theencouragement
of thosewho
were wanting in humility.When
Peterhad
readthe proclamation he burst out laughing, twirled his
mustaches,
and
looked complacently at his arms,on
which
the swelling veins stood out like thick cords ;he
then twice flourished hiswoodman's ax
round hishead,
and
at ablow
cut off one of the thickest'branchesof the enchanted tree.
In a
moment
two
others sprouted in its place, each thickerand
sturdierthanthefirst ;whereupon
the king'sguardsseized the unfortunate
woodman,
and
thenand
there cut off his ears.
"
You
areonly a blunderer,"said Paulto his brother;and
taking the hatchet in his turn,he
walked slowlyround the tree,
and
seeing a rootwhich
showed
abovethe ground, he cut it off at a single blow. In an
instant
two
enormous
roots appeared in its place,and
avigorous shoot sprang
up
from each. "Seize the fool!
"
cried the enraged king;
"
and
as
he
did not profitby
his brother's example, cut offboth his ears close to his cheek."
This
was no
sooner said thandone
; butthis doublefamily misfortune did not
seem
to dauntThumbkin.
He
approached with a firm step to tryhis luck."
Send
thatlittle shrimpaway
!"
exclaimedtheking;
"
and
if he
makes any
resistance, cut off his ears.He
will learn a lesson,and
we
shall be spared the consequences of hisfolly."
"
Pardon
me,
your
majesty," returnedThumbkin
;"
a king
must
abideby
his word,and
I have the right tomake
the attempt.There
will be timei6
Laboulayes 2
:airy
Talcs."
Away
with you, then !"
said the king, sighing;
"
but take care that I
do
nothave
your
nose off into the bargain."From
the depths of his leathern walletThumbkin
drew
out the enchantedax
; itwas
almost as big as himself,and
hehad
some
difficulty in setting iton end
with the handle restingon
the ground."
Hew
Thumbkin.
little
husband
who
seemed
inand
who
was
so unlike the talland
gallantknight she
had
seen in herdreams.Thumbkin
quietlydrew
the enchantedpick-ax
out of his wallet, and, fixing iton
the handle, placed it on theground
at the spotin-dicated. " Pick
away
! pickaway
!"
he cried.
Immediately
the pickaxmade
the granite flyin all directions,
and
in less than a quarter of an hourithad
dug
a wellmore
than ahundred
feet deep. "
Does your
majesty," saidThumbkin,
"con-siderthe well deep
enough
?"
"Yes, certainly," answered the king;
"but
there isno
wateryet"
Instantly the
ax
chopped
and
hewed
right
and
left: trunk, branchesand
roots were all reduced to little bits in a quarterof an hour;
and
therewas
somuch
wood
that the
whole
Courtwas
supplied withfiring for a twelvemonth.
When
the treewas
cutdown,
Thumbkin
approached the king, at
whose
side sat theprincess,and,
making
them
both a graceful bow, said :"
Is
your
majesty satisfied withhis faithful subject?"
"
Yes," replied theking;
"
but I
want
my
well,so take care of
your
ears." "If your majesty will have the kindness
to point out
where you
wish it to be," saidThumbkin,
" I will try oncemore
to giveyou
satisfaction."Every
body
repaired to the courtyard of thepalace,where
theking tookhisseat,with the princess at his side,,The
latterbegan
to regard rather anxiously the insignificanti8
Laboulayds
Fairy
Tales."If your majesty will grant
me
one minute," repliedThumbkin,
"your
just impatience shall be satisfied."
Whereupon
he took the walnut-shellwrapped
inmoss
out of his wallet,and
placed it in a great stone basin,
where, forlack of water, flowers had
been planted.
Having
fixed thenut-shell firmlyin the earth, "
Spout
away
!spout
away!
"
he
cried.Immediately
thewater gushedup
out of the midst of the flowerswith
a gentle
murmur, and
fellagain in asparkling shower, spreading such
coolness
around
that the courtiersalmost caught cold; and it flowed
in such great
abundance
that in aquarter of an
hour
the wellwas
filled,
and
itwas
necessaryto dig aconduit in great haste to carry off
the threatening overflow. "
Sire," said
Thumbkin,
ashe
knelton one
knee before the royalfoot-stool, "does
your
majestycon-sider that I have fulfilled
your
con-ditions?
"
"
Yes, Marquis," replied the king;
"I
am
ready to give
you
halfmy
kingdom,
or topay
you
theequivalent inmoney
by
means
of a tax, towhich
my
faithful subjects will only be toohappy
to submit; but to giveyou
my
daughter,and
to callyou
son-in-law, isanothermatter for that does notdepend
upon
myself alone.""
What
must
Ido
?"demanded
Thumbkin,
proudly, withhis
arms
akimbo, ashe
gazed at theprincess."You
shallknow
to-morrow," answered the king; "inthemeantime you
aremy
guest,and
the finestchamber
in the palacewill be preparedforyou."The
king retired,and
Thumbkin
hastenedto histwo
brothers,who,
withtheirThumb
kin.19
"
Oh,
brothers!"
he
exclaimed, "you
see Iwas
right to be surprised at every-thing,and
to seek to find out the reason of it all.""
It
was
all luck," replied Paul, coldly;
" fortune
isblind,
and
does not alwaysfavorthe
most
worthy.""You
havedone
verywell,my
boy," said Peter."With
or without ears, I2O
Laboulayes
Fairy
Tales.Thumbkin
carried histwo
brothers off with him,and
as hewas
in favor atcourt a chamberlain found
employment
forthem
at once in the castle.CHAPTER
IV.WHEN
the king returned to hisapartments hecould notsleep.A
son-in-lawlike
Thumbkin
was
not at all to histaste,and
he tried to thinkhow
he
could avoid keepinghis promise
and
yetnot appear to break
his word.
For
an
honest person this
would
havebeendiffi-cult to
manage,
buta
knave
neverhesitatesto sacrifice his
honor
ratherthan his
inter-est
when
both are atstake.
In his trouble the
king sent for Peter
and Paul, for they
alone could tell
him
the parentage,
char-acter,
and
habits ofThumbkin.
Peter praised hislittle brother, which fact did notmuch
please his majesty; but Paul put theking in a betterhumor
by
proving; tohim
thatThumbkin
was
only an adventurer,and
that itwas
ridiculous fora
great kingto consider himself underany
obligation to a peasant."
The
boy
is vain,"added
thewickedbrother. "He
thinks himself bigenough
to face a giant.
Now
there lives a troll' near herewho
is the terror of theneighborhood,
and
who
carries off the cattle for ten leagues round ;Thumbkin
has often said that if he chose
he
couldmake
this monster hisservant."1
Amongst the Scandinavians trolls are giants inhabiting the lakesandforests. Probably ourword "
droll"isderivedfrom "troll,"theoriginalmeaningof thewordhavinggradually alteredin the course
Thumbkin.
21"
That
we
shall see," said the king; and, dismissing the
two
brothers, he sleptpeacefully.
The
next day, in the presence of all his court, he sent forThumbkin,
who
came
looking as fair as alily,as fresh as a rose,and
as smiling as the morn."
My
son-in-law," said the king,lingering on the words, "a fine fellow likeyou
cannot
wed
the princess without giving her ahouse
worthy
of her.Now
in thesewoods
livesa troll
who
istwenty
feet high, it is said,and
who
eats anox
everymorning
for hisbreakfast.
With
a laced coat, athree-corneredhat, gold epaulettes,
and
a halberd of fifteenfeet high, he
would
make
a porter fit for aking's palace.
My
daughter begsyou
tomake
her this little present, after
which
she will see about givingyou
herhand.""
It is not an easy thing
you
ask of me," saidThumbkin;
" but to pleaseyour
majesty I willdo
my
best."He
went
down
to the buttery,where
he putthe enchanted ax, togetherwith a loaf, a piece
of cheese,
and
a knife, into his big leathernwallet; then throwing it over his shoulder he
started for thewoods. Peterwept,whilst Paul
smiled
and
congratulated himself that onceaway
his brotherwould
never return.When
Thumbkin
entered theforesthe
looked to rightand
left, but the grassesprevented hisseeing
any
thing; thenhe began
to sing at the top of his voice."
Here
Iam
!"
cried the giant, with aterrible growl. "
Here
Iam
!Wait
abit; I shall eat
you up
ata mouthful.""
Do
not hurry yourself, old fellow," answered
Thumbkin
in his little sharpvoice;
"
I can spare
you
an hour."When
thetroll reachedThumbkin
he turned hishead
on every side,and
was
much
astonished not to seeany
one; at last, castingdown
his eyes, he espied aboy
seatedon
a felled tree, holdinga big leathern walletbetween
hisknees."
Was
it
you
thatwaked
me
out ofmy
nap,you
young
rascal?"
said he, rolling hisflamingeyes.
22
LaboufayJs
Fairy
Tales. "Even
so,
my
fine fellow," repliedThumbkin.
"Iam
come
to engageyou
asmy
servant.""
Ha!
ha!"roared the giant,
who
was
as stupid as hewas
tall."You
make
me
laugh. Iam
going to tossyou
into a crow's nest that I seeup
there,and
that will teach
you
not to ramble throughmy
forest.""Your
forest!"re-plied the lad;
"
it is
more
mine
thanyours. If
you
say aword, I will fell itto
the
ground
in a mo-ment.""Ha!
ha! "said thegiant, "I should like
to see
you do
it,my
prettyfellow."Thumbkin
placed theax on
theground
and
cried, "Hew
away
!hew away
!"
Immediatelythe
ax
cut
and
loppedand
hewed
away, fellingdown
the trees rightand
left, whilst the branchesrattleddown
upon
the troll'shead
as thickas hailstones."
Enough
!enough
!"
said the giant,
who
was
beginning to be frightened. "Do
notdestroy
my
forest.Who
areyou
?"
"
I
am
thefamous
magician,Thumbkin, and
if I only say theword
my
ax
willcut off
your
head.You
do
not yetknow
theman
withwhom
you
haveto deal.Remain
where you
are."The
giant stopped short,much
perplexedby
what
hehad
seen.Thumbkin,
who
was
hungry,opened
his leathern walletand
took out his breadand
cheese.
'
What
isthatwhitestuff?"inquired the troll,who
had
neverseen cheesebefore."
Itis stone,"
replied
Thumbkin, showing
all his teeth ashe bit it.""
Can
you
eatstone?"
Thumbkin.
"
Yes, it is
my
usual food,and
that iswhy
Ido
notgrow
asyou
do
who
eatoxen
; but, small as I am, Iam
ten times stronger thanyou
are.Lead
me
toyour
house."The
trollwas
conquered.He
walked
in front ofThumbkin
like a bigdog
before achild,
and
broughthim
to hisimmense
hut.Laboulayes
Fairy
Tales.other the servant.
Let
usmake
a bargain. If I cannotdo
what you
can, I willbe your
slave ; and ifyou
cannotdo what
I can,you
shall be mine.""
Agreed," said the troll. "I should like to havea cleverlittle fellowlike
you
for
my
servant.Thinking
tires me,and you
are far sharper than I am.To
begin with, here are
my
two
buckets,go and
fetchsome
water forthe broth."Thumbkin
raised his headand
lookedat the buckets ; they
were
two
enormous
tuns, each ten feet highand
six feet across,which
hewas
more
likely to
drown
himselfinthantomove.
"
Ha
! ha !
"
roared the giant;
"
you
arealready in a fix.
My
son,do
as Ido,
and go and
fetch the water.""
What
is the
good?
" saidThumb-kin. "I can run
and
fetch the springitself
and
throwit into the pot, whichwill take less time."
"
No,
no," exclaimed the troll;"
you
havealready spoiledmy
forest, Iwill not let
you
takeaway
my
spring.Make
up
the firewhilst Igo and
fetchthe water."
As
soon as the potwas
hung
up, the giant threw into it anox
cutup
inpieces,
and
acart-load of cabbagesand
carrots.He
skimmed
the broth with a fryingpan and
tasted itmore
thanonce. "
Now
to table," he said;
"
we
shall see if
you
cando
as I do.For
my
part,I feel in the
humor
to eat anox
whole,and you
into the bargain.You
willdo
for
my
dessert." "To
table, then," said
Thumbkin
; but before sittingdown
he slipped underhis doublethisgreat leathern wallet,
which
reached from his neck to his feet."
At
dinner the troll ate voraciously,
and
Thumbkin
did notdo
badlyeither;but it
was
into hisbag
thathe
kept ladling themeat and
cabbagesand
carrots. "Ugh
!"
said the giant, "I cannot eat
any
more. Iam
going toundo
aThumb
kin. "You
are noteating
much,"
criedThumbkin,
stuffing half a cabbage undet his chin."
Ugh
!"
said the giant, " I
must
undo
another button.You
must
have the digestion of anostrich,my
son. I caneasily seeyou
areaccustomed
to eat stones.""You
do
not half eat, lazybones!" criedThumbkin,
stuffinga great piece ofbeef
under
his chin."
Ugh
!"
groaned the giant, "I
must undo
a third button. I feel suffocated*How
areyou
getting on, magician?"
"
Pooh
!
"
replied
Thumbkin,
" nothing easier than to get a little air."And
takinghis knife he ripped
up
his doubletand
hiswallet. "
Now
it is yourturn," he said;
"do
as I do.""I
am
your humble
servant,"answeredthetroll."I
prefer to submit toyour
orders, for I cannot digest cold steel."Forthwith the giant kissed
Thumbkin's hand
intoken
of submission; then liftinghislittlemasteron
one
shoulderand
a big sack of goldon
theother, he
marched
off to the palace.CHAPTER
V.
fTlHERE
was
a banquet taking place at the
-*-castle,
and
nobody
was
thinking ofThumbkin
any
more
than if the gianthad
eatenhim
up
aweek
before,when
suddenly a frightful noisewas
lieard outside
and
the castleshook
to itsfounda-tions. It
was
the troll,who
finding the great.gate toolow forhim,
had
kicked itdown.
Every
body
ran to thewindow,
thekingamong
the rest,and
there theysaw
Thumbkin
quietly seatedon
the shoulder of his terrible servant.Our
hero steppedupon
the first-floorbalcony,and
bending on one knee beforehisbetrothed, said
"
Princess,
you
wished forone slave,and
here are two."26
Laboulaycs
Fairy
Tales.the
moment
when
itwas
uttered it rather embarrassed the king.He
did notknow
what
to answer,and
drawing the princessaside, he said"
My
daughter, there is no longerany
reasonwhy
I should refuse yourhand
tothis valiant
young
man
; sacrifice yourselffor
my
sake. Princessesdo
notmarry
to please themselves.""
Permit
me
to say,my
father," returnedtheprincess,
making
a courtesy,"that,prin-cess or not, every girl likes to
marry
ac-cording to her
own
fancy. Letme
defendmy
rightsmy
own
way.Thumbkin,"
she added, raising her voice,"you
are braveand
lucky, but that aloneis not sufficientto win a lady'sregard."
"
I
know
it,"answeredThumbkin,
"forover
and
above that, onemust obey
herslightest wish
and
humor
all hercaprices." "You
haveplentyof wit," replied the
princess, "
and
sinceyou
are sogood
atguessing riddles, I propose a final trial,
which you
ought not to fear, asyou
willonly have
me
for an antagonist.Let
usenter the lists to see
who
is the cleverer.My
hand
shall be the prize in thecon-L '
test.
Thumbkin made
a profound bow,and
all the court repaired to the throne-room, where, to the general alarm, they
found
the troll seated
on
the ground.The
throne-room
was
only fifteen feet high, so the poorgiant could not stand upright,butat a sign from his
young
masterhe
came
on
his handsand
knees to his side,proud and happy
toobey
him."
Let
us begin," saidthe princess, "with agame. Peoplesay that
women
are not afraid of tellinglies.Let
us seewhich
of ustwo
can tell the better lies, butthe firstwho
says 'Thumb
kin."
Whether
totell fibs in fun, or to speak the truth in earnest," answered
Thumbkin,
"Iam
always at the orders ofyour
royal highness.""
I
am
sure,"began
the princess, "that
you
havenot such a fine largefarm aswe
have.When
two
shepherdsblow
their horns at the opposite ends of ourfields they cannot hear each other."
"What
of that?" saidThumbkin,
"my
father's estate is such a sizethat if aheifer of
two months
old goes in at one entrance,though
she walks straighton
withoutstopping, she goes out at theother a fullgrown
milch cow.""
That
does not surprise me," replied the princess;
"
but your bull is not so
big as ours. If a
man
sitsupon
each of his horns, thetwo
men
cannot touch each otherwith agoad twenty
feet long.""
What
of that," said
Thumbkin,
"my
father's bull has such a large head that afarm-servant seatedon
one
of his horns cannoteven see a servant
perched
on
theother.""
That
does not
sur-prise me,"saidthe
prin-cess ;
"
but
you
havenotas
much
milk aswe
have, for every
day
we
fill
twenty
great tunswhich
are each a hun-dredfeet high,and
everyweek
we make
amoun-tain of cheese
which
is everybit ashigh as the great Egyptian pyramid.""
What
of that?
"
returned
Thumbkin
;"
in
my
father's dairy theymake
suchlarge cheeses that our
mare
havingfallen into the press,we
did not find heragainuntil aftera
voyage
of seven days;and
the poor animalhad
broken its back: inordertobe able to use it still, I
was
obliged toreplaceitsbackbone
by
a great pinetrunk,
which
answered the purpose capitally.One
finemorning
a branchsprouted out of the pine tree,
and grew
to such a height, that in climbingup
itI reached thesky.
There
Isaw
aladyinwhite,who
was
spinning thefoam
ofthesea to
make
acobweb. I wished tolayhold of it,when
snap itwent
; thethreadbroke,
and
I fell into a mouse'shole.Who
should I see there butyour
fatherand
my
mother,who
were each twirling distaffs,and
asyour
fatherwas
clumsy,Laboulayds
Fairy
Tales. "That
istoo bad,* exclaimedthe princess in a passion. "
My
fatherhas never subjected himself to such an indignity.""
She
has said 'That
is toobad/
master,'"
exclaimed the giant, "the princess
is ours.
CHAPTER
VI."XT
OT
yet," said the princess blushing. "Thumbkin,
Ihave
three riddlesIN
to askyou
; guess them,and
I shallhave
nothingtodo
butobey
my
father. Tell
me
what
isalways fallingand
yet is never broken ?""Ah!"
saidThumbkin,
"my
mother
taughtme
that long ago. It is awaterfall." "
That
is very good," criedthe giant ;"who
could have guessed that?""
Tellme," continued the princess, in a voice
broken with emotion,
"
what
is thatwhich
every
day
makes
thesame
journeyand
yetnever
retraces
hissteps?"
"Ah!"
repliedThumb-kin, " I learned that in the nursery; it is the sun.' "
Very
good," said the princess, pale withanger."
I have one
more
questionto ask you.
What
is that that Ido
not thinkand you do
?What
is the thingwe
both of us think,and what
isthe thing that neither of us think?"Thumbkin
lookeddown
and
reflected about his answer.He
was
puzzled atlast.
"
Master," said the troll, "if the thingis too difficult,
do
not rackyour
brains;only give
me
asign,and
I will carryoff the princessin a minute." "Be
silent, slave," returned
Thumbkin
;"
strength can
do
nothing,my
poorfriend;
you ought
toknow
thatby
this time.Leave
me
to tryanother way.Madam,"
said he, breaking aprofound silence, "I hardlydare guess,and
yet in thisriddle I fancy Ihave
a glimpse ofmy
happiness. Ihad
daredto think thatyour words would be
allcleartome, butyou
were right in thinking the contrary.Thumbkin.
29
" I to
bold
enough
to thinkso. Finally," he added,smiling, "what
we
both
think is, that there aremore
stupid people in the world thanwe
are,and
what
we
neitherof us think is that the king,
your
august father,and
thistrollhave
asmuch
""
Silence," said the princess, "here
is
my
hand.""
What
was
it
you
thought about
me?"
cried the king,
should
be
gladknow."
"
Dear
father,"
an-swered the
princess,
throwing
herarms
round
his neck, "we
think that
you
are the wisest of kingsand
the best ofmen."
"
Well, I
knew
thatbefore," said the king. "
Meanwhile something
must
bedone
formy
faithful subjects.
Thumbkin,
I presentyou
with adukedom."
"
Long
liveDuke
Thumbkin!
Long
livemy
master!"
cried the giant in such a voice,that it
was
as if athunderbolt
had
fallenon
the house.Happily
there
was no
harm
done
beyond
the fright,and
thebreakageofadozen panes of glass.30
Laboulayes
Fairy
Tales.CHAPTER
VII.IT
is unnecessary to describe the
wedding
of the princessand Thumbkin,
fofall
weddings
aremuch
alike. Nevertheless itmay
bementioned
that thepresence of the troll
added
much
to the festivities.Thus
on returning fromchurch, in theexuberance of his joy,the faithful giant could
do
nothing better to express his feelingsthan to put thewedding
coachupon
his head,and
soconveythe newly-married couple to the palace,
which
was
rather alarming forthe bride,and
a sight not tobe seenevery day.In theevening there were universal rejoicings. Banquets, epithalamiums,
illu-minations,
and
fireworks gave vent to the public enthusiasm.In thecastle every
one
laughed, sang,danced,and
enjoyed themselves withone
exception,and
thatwas
Paul,who
hid himself in a cornerand
kept aloof from thehappy
crowd.He
thought himself lucky in havinghad
his ears cut off so that he could not hear his brother's praises,and he
only wished hewere
also blind, so as not to see thehappy
faces of the brideand
bridegroom.At
lasthe
rushed off to the
woods
and
was
eatenby
bears;which
is the fate I should liketo befall all envious people.
Thumbkin
was
so small that itwas
verydifficultto treathim
withmuch
respect,but he
was
so affableand
gentle that he soonwon
his wife's love,and
theaffec-tion of the entire people. After the death of his father-in-law he occupied the
throne for fifty-two years, beloved
and
adoredby
his grateful subjects,whose
happiness
and
well-being were the object of his life. Historytells us that hewas
soclever that he always guessedhow
best toassist or please each one of hissubjects besides,
he
was
so kind-hearted that the pleasure of otherswas
hisgreatest happiness.
But
why
praise his goodness? Is it not the distinguishing trait of sensiblepeople.
Whatever
some
may
say,there areno good
fools here below;when
people are fools,they are not good,
and
when
people aregood
they areno
fools,take
my
word
forit. If all foolsarenot wickedwhich
I doubt all thewickedarefools,
and
this is the moral ofmy
story,and
it is amore
worthy
moral thanTHE
GOOD
WOMAN.
A NORWEGIAN
STORY.
BEING
unableto sleep the othernight, I took
up
Montaigne,who
ismy
usualcompanion on
wakeful nights,and
the only moralist that one reads withpleasure
when
past forty.Opening
the Essays at random, for every page isinteresting
and
full of food forthought, Ichanced tolightupon
achapterheaded
''Concerning
Three
Good
Women."
Itbegan
thus:"They
are not to becounted
by
dozens,as every one knows,and
theyareespecially rare in the marriedstate, for marriage is so thorny apath that is difficult fora
woman
to follow itlong withsuccess." "
Montaigne
is absurd !"
I cried, shutting
up
the book."What
! this studentof the classics this master of the workingsof the
human
heart has onlybeen
able to discover three
good
women,
only three devoted wives, in all the annalsof Greece
and
Rome.
This is ill-natured sarcasm.Goodness
is the attribute ofwomankind, and
every marriedwoman
is good, or is supposed to be so.One
knows, too, the legal
maxim
that the presumption of the law is always in favorof the accused."
Whereupon
I fetched frommy
library ahandsome
old book,bound
in redmorocco,
and
entitledThe
Dream
of
Vergier, abook
brimful of wisdom, writtenby
some
venerable scholar in the reign of CharlesV.
of France. I searchedthrough it fora passage
which
had
formerly struckme,but, alas! aswe
grow
old,memory
plays us strange tricks. Instead of finding, as I expected, in thisrespectable old folio a deserved eulogium
on
the goodness ofwoman,
tomy
great surprise I only found a violent satire, full of quotations
borrowed
from St.Laboulayes
Fairy
Tales.worthy
of theexordium
:"
I
do
not say there areno good
women,
but theyarefew
and
far between,and
therefore the law should not trouble itself about them,for '
laws should be framed to
meet
circumstances that are likely to occur,' as islaid
down
in the Digest."These
legalepigrams, these cold-blooded jests in a serious book, shockedme
even
more
thanthe sneers of theGascon
philosopher. "Good
women,"
thoughtI, "are to be
met
with every where. In history?No;
history is writtenby
men who
only admireand
love heroes, that is to say, thosewho
plunderand
killor
make
slaves of their fellow-men. In theologicalworks?
No;
theologianshave never forgiven Eve's daughters for the sin
which
caused the Fall,and
which
still clings to them.
In law
books?
No;
it is
men who
make
laws.
By
them
women
aretreated as minors,and are declared
in-capable of acting for
themselves,
and
stillless of ruling others.
Heaven knows
what
adifferencethereishere
(as inevery thingelse)
between
the factand
the law. In plays,
ro-mances
and
novels?No;
for theirconstanttheme
is the wickedness ofwomen.
Where,
then, shallwe
search forgood
women?
Fiction, the realm of fancy,and
the ideal v.orld, are the only placeswhere
merit is rewarded,and where
virtue receives its true reward.Where
do
we
find the tenderness of Baucisand
the long fidelity of Penelope? In fable.Where,
too, the endurance of 'Patient Grissel'? In order to find thewomen
that
we
seekwe
must knock
at the ivorygates."I havere-readall
manner
of poular tales, forinthem
we
often find thewisdom
and
experience of a peoplemost
vividlyand
naivelyset forth. I haveinterro-gated all sorts of story-tellers Indian, Persian, Arabian, Turkish,
Hebrew,
Spanish, French,
German,
English, Dutch, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish,and
The
Good
Woman.
33
I confessit? I havenot been even so successful as Montaigne, forI
have
onlybrought to the surface a single
good
woman
!and
her I discovered under thesnow and
ice of a northern country,among
coarseand
uncivilized people.From
Cadiz to Stockholm, from
London
to Cairoand
Delhi, from Paris toTeheran
and Samarcand, if
we
may
believe the tales that are told, there are plenty ofartful girls
and scheming
matrons ; butwhere
does thegood
woman
hide herself,and
why
is she never heard of? This is a puzzlewhich
Ibeg
to point out to thelearned, but which, nevertheless,
emboldens
me
to relatemy
story. It is simple,and
not very probable; perhaps, too, delicate readers will declare it tobe
ridiculous. Nevertheless, it has one incontestable merit, it is unique,
and
it isthe fashion
nowadays
to value things chiefly for their rarity.Here
isthe talealmost exactlyas itistoldby
Messrs.Asbjornsen
and
Moe
in theircuriouscollection ofNor-wegian
Tales. 'CHAPTER
I.A
GOOD WOMAN.
ONCE
brand,upon
who
a timelived intherea lonelywas
afarmerfarmhouse,named
situatedGud-on
a hill; so hewent by
thename
of"
Gudbrand
ofthe Hill."
Now
this farmerhad
an excellent wife, asoften happens, but,
what
is very unusual,Gudbrand
knew
the value of such a treasure. Accordingly, thecouple lived in perfect
harmony,
rejoicing in theirmutual
happiness,and
without anxiety about the future.Whatever
Gudbrand
did, his wife
had
thought ofand
wished for beforehand, somuch
so that herhusband
coulddo
nothing without his partner thankinghim
for havingdivinedand
forestalled herwishes.Theirlifebesides
was
an easyone
; the farmwas
their own,and
theyhad
ahundred
crowns in the dresser,and two
finecows
in the byre.They
wanted
fornothing,
and
couldgrow
old peacefully,without needing assistance fromany
one.1These
tales have been translated into English by Dasent: Papula* Talesfrom theNorse.
34
Laboulayes
Fairy
7\ilcs.One
evening asthey wereconversing togetherabout their
work and
their prof,ects, the wife said to her
husband
'
My
love, I thinkyou
ought to take one of thecows and
sell it in the town.The
onewe
keepwillgive ussufficientmilk and butter, and
why
need
we
wish formore
?We
have
no
children.
Had
we
not better spare
our-selves all extra
work
now we
aregrowing
old?
You
willal-ways
find plenty offurniture
and
toolstorepair,
and
I shallhave
more
timetositbeside
you
withmy
distaff."
Gudbrand
agreedwith his wife, as he
always did,
and
thevery next
day
hewent
to thetown
with the
cow
hein-tended to sell; but it
was
not amarket
day,
and
he foundno
purchaser."Never
mind
!"
said Gudbrand, "at
the worstI shallhave
nothing to
do
buttake
my
cow
home
again. I