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ANDERSEN'S TALESFOR CHILDREN.TRANSLATED BYALFRED WEHNERT AND CAROLINE PEACHEY.WITHONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. H. WEHNERT,W. THOMAS, AND OTHERS.NE W EDITIONLONDON:BELL AND DALDY, YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN.I872.
LONDON PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREETAND CHARMING CROSS.
PREFACE.H ANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, the author of the world-renowned stories contained in this volume, was born atOdense, a small town in Funen, one of the islands of Denmark.His parents were poor, and could only afford to give him sohumble an education that when the lad left school he could notwrite his own language. Happily, his father was an intelligentman, who spent many of his leisure hours in reading aloud talesand plays to his family, and thus, doubtless, sowed the seedwhich ripened in the future author.Hans Christian had many difficulties to contend with, but hefought manfully through them, and has added one .more to thelist of men who, by energy and perseverance, have won success.The poor, ignorant lad aspired to fame, and famous indeed he hasbecome. In all civilised countries, to both old and young, his
vi Preface.name is known, and there' is scarcely a language in which " TheUgly Duck" and " The Daisy" are not to be met with. Inhis own land his stories are read aloud between the acts inthe theatres, and monarchs of many countries have delightedto do him deserved honour.There is no need of an excuse for offering a new translationof his tales, so justly esteemed are they for their freshness oftone, and the simple purity they breathe; but the publisherstrust that the many illustrations which Mr. Wehnert has con-ceived so happily in accordance with the imaginative spirit ofthe author, will enhance the value of this edition, and makeAndersen a greater favourite than ever with English children.These illustrations, which may be called electrographs, havenot been made in the usual way, by means of wood-engraving,but the artist's own drawings, upon prepared metal plates, havebeen electrotyped by a new process, recently discovered byMr. W. J. Linton, which bids fair to be of much service inbook-decoration.
CONTENTS.PAGE PAGETHE STORKS 1 THE FIR-TREE 172THE GARDEN OF PARADISE 6 THE JUMPERS 179LITTLE THUMB 18 THE BRAVE TIN-SOLDIER 181THE ANGEL 27 THE SHEPHERDESS AND THE SWEEP 185LITTLE IDA'S FLOWERS 30 THE RED SHOES 189THE TINDER-BOX 37 THE ELFIN-HILLOCK 194THE PRINCESS ON THE BEAN 43 HOLGER DANSKE 200THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES 45 MOTHER-ELDER 204THE LITTLE MERMAID 49 THE BELL 211LITTLE KLAUS AND BIG KLAUS 67 THE ROSE-ELF 215THE TRAVELLING COMPANION 77 THE BUCKWHEAT 220THE SWINEHERD 92 THE WILD SWANS 222THE SNOW QUEEN: THE SANDMAN 237I. LOOKING-GLASS AND BRO- THE UGLY LITTLE DUCK 252KEN PIECES 96 THE NEIGHBOURS 263II. LITTLE BOY AND LITTLE THE OLD STREET-LAMP 271GIRL 97 THE DARNING-NEEDLE 276III. FLOWER GARDEN OF THE THE SHADOW. 279ENCHANTRESS 102 THE OLD HOUSE 289IV. THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS 108 THE DROP OF WATER. 296V. THE LITTLE ROBBER-GIRL 113 THE SHIRT-COLLAR 298VI. THE LAPLAND AND FIN- THE HAPPY FAMILY 301LAND WOMEN 117 THE LITTLE GIRL WITH THEVII. SNow QUEEN'S PALACE 120 MATCHES 305THE NIGHTINGALE 124 THE FLAX. 308THE LITTLE LOVERS 135 THE NAUGHTY BOY 312THE FLYING TRUNK 138 LITTLE TUK 315THE DAISY 144 STORY OF A MOTHER 319THE GALOSHES OF FORTUNE: HISTORY OF THE YEAR 325I. A BEGINNING 148 THE WORLD'S FAIREST ROSE 332II. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE A PICTURE FROM THE CASTLEMINISTER OF JUSTICE 150 RAMPARTS 335III. THE WATCHMAN'S ADVEN- " QUITE TRUE" 336TURES 155 THE SWANS' NEST 339IV. A CRITICAL MOMENT. A GOOD HUMOUR 341MOST EXTRAORDINARY GRIEF OF HEART 345JOURNEY 159 EVERYTHING IN ITS PLACE 347V. THE CLERK'S TRANSFORM- THE NISSE AT THE GROCER'S 354NATIONS 163 A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE 358"VI. THE BEST THAT THE GA- UNDER THE WILLOW-TREE 360LOSHES BROUGHT 168 A VISION OF THE LAST DAY 370
ILLUSTRATIONS.PAGE PAGETHE STORKS 1 THE GALOSHES OF FORTUNE:THE GARDEN OF PARADISE 6 A CRITICAL MOMENT. 159LITTLE THUMB 18 THE CLERK'S TRANSFORMA-THE ANGEL 27 TIONS 163LITTLE IDEA'S FLOWERS 30 THE BEST THAT THE GA-THE TINDER-BOX 37 LOSHES BROUGHT 168THE PRINCESS ON THE BEAN 43 THE FIR-TREE 17THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES 45 THE JUMPERS 179THE LITTLE MERMAID 49 THE BRAVE TIN-SOLDIER 181LITTLE KLAUS AND BIG KLAUS 67 THE SHEPHERDESS AND THE SWEEP 185THE TRAVELLING COMPANION 77 THE RED SHOES 189THE SWINEHERD 92 THE ELFIN-HILLOCK 194TE SNOW QUEENHOLGER DANSKE 200THE SNOW QUEEN:KAY AND GERDA .97 MOTHER-ELDER 204GERDA FLOATING DOWN THE THE BELL 211STREAM--Frontispiece THE ROSE-ELF 215GERDA AND THE RAVEN 108 THE WILD SWANS 222THE LITTLE ROBBER GIRL. 113 THE SANDMAN 237GERDA AND THE FINLAND THE UGLY LITTLE DUCK 252WOMAN 118 THE OLD STREET-LAMP 271RETURN OF KAY AND GERDA 123 THE DARNING-NEEDLE 276THE NIGHTINGALE 124 THE SHADOW 279THE LITTLE LOVERS 135 THE OLD HOUSE 289THE FLYING TRUNK 138 THE DROP OF WATER. 296THE DAISY 144 THE SHIRT-COLLAR 298rHE GALOSHES OF FORTUNE : THE LITTLE GIRL WITH THETHE MINISTER OF JUSTICE. 150 MATCHES 305THE WATCHMAN 155 THE FLAX. 308LITTLE TUK 315With Sixty-six Small Woodcuts by W. Thomas and others.
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ANDERSEN'S TALES.-------S"i iiX",,THE STORKS.O N the last house in a village was a stork's nest. The stork-mothersat in the nest with her four little ones, which stretched out theirheads with the little black beaks, for they had not yet become red. Alittle way off, on the ridge of the roof, stood the stork-father, quite stiffand rigid, with one leg drawn up under him, so that, at any rate, hemight have some trouble in standing as he kept watch. It seemedalmost as if he were carved in wood, he stood so still. "It must cer-tainly look quite grand that my wife should have a guard near the nest,"he thought, "for no one can know that I am her husband, but they willsurely think that I have been ordered to stand here. It looks well!"and he continued to stand on one leg.In the street below a troop of children were playing; and when theysaw the storks, first one of the boldest of them, and afterwards all13
2 Andersen's Tales.together, sang the old rhyme about the storks, but they sang it just asit came into the first singer's head :-" Stork, stork, fly home, I beg,And don't stay idling on one leg.There's your wife sits in her nest,Rocking all her young to rest;The first he will be hung,The second roasted young,They'll come and shoot the third,And stab the fourth, I've heard."" Just listen to what the boys are singing," said the little storks;"they say we shall be hanged and roasted."" You need not mind that!" said the mother; "don't listen to them,and it matters not what they say."But the boys went on singing, and made game of the storks, pointingat them with their fingers; only one of them, whose name was Peter,said it was wrong to laugh at the poor things, and he himself would notjoin in. The stork-mother, in the meantime, consoled her young ones,saying, "Do not mind them; just look how unconcerned your fatherstands there, and on one leg too."" We are so afraid!" said the young ones, and they drew back theirheads into the nest.On the following day, when the children met together again to play,and saw the storks, they sang their rhyme,-" The first he will be hung,The second roasted young."" Must we be hanged and roasted ?" the young storks asked."No, certainly not!" said the mother; "you shall learn to fly,which I'll teach you, and then we'll fly out into the meadows and paythe frogs a visit as they sing 'croak, croak!' then we'll eat them up,and that will be fun."" And what next ?" asked the little ones." Then all the storks of the whole country will meet together, andthe autumn manoeuvring begins, when you must be able to fly well.That is of the greatest importance; for whichever of you does notfly properly, the general will pierce through with his beak, and kill;-so take care that you attend to the exercising when it begins.""So we shall be stabbed after all, as the boy said; and there!listen they are singing it again.""Attend to me, and not to them," said the stork-mother: "after
The Storks, 3the grand manoeuvre we fly away to a warmer country, far, far fromhere, over mountains and forests. To Egypt we fly, where thereare three-cornered stone houses, which rise up into a point above theclouds; these are called pyramids, and are older than a stork has anynotion of. In that country is a river, which, overflowing its banks,turns the whole land into slime, and all one has to do is to pick upthe frogs."" Oh, how nice !" cried all the young ones."Yes, that is a glorious life! One has nothing to do all day butto eat; and during the time we are living there in such luxury, in thiscountry there is not a single green leaf on the trees: -it is so cold herethat the clouds freeze, and break to pieces in white flakes." She meantsnow, but did not know how to express it better."Do the naughty boys, then, freeze and break into pieces too?"the young storks asked." No, they do not break into pieces, but are very cold and miserable,and have to huddle together in their dark rooms, whereas you can flyabout in a foreign country, where there are flowers, and where the sungives warmth."Some time had now passed by, and the young ones had grown sobig that they could stand up in the nest, and watch their father fromafar, as he brought them beautiful frogs and small snakes, and such-likedelicacies. Then what fun it was to watch his tricks! His headhe would bend right back, laying it upon his tail, and with his beakhe made a noise like a rattle, and told them besides such stories, allabout the swamps." Listen to me: you must now learn to fly," said the stork-motherone day; and then all the four young ones had to get out of the neston to the ridge of the roof. Oh, how they waddled, how they balancedthemselves with their wings, and yet were near falling down!"Now watch me," said their mother, "this is the way you musthold your head, and place your feet thus! One, two; one, two; that'sthe way to get on in the world." Then she flew a little way, and theyoung ones gave an awkward jump, when, plump, down they went, fortheir bodies were too heavy." I'll not fly," said one of them, and crept back into the nest;" what do I care about going into a warmer country?"" Do you wish to freeze to death when winter comes ? And shallthe boys come to hang and to roast you ? Well, then, I'll call them."" No, no !" cried the young stork, and hopped out of the nestagain to the others.
4 Andersen's Tales.On the third day they began to be able to fly a little, and thenthought they could float in the air; but, when they tried that, overthey went, and were obliged to move their wings again pretty quickly.Then came the boys again, down below in the street, and sang,-" Stork, stork, fly home, I beg."" Shall we not fly down and peck out their eyes ?" said the youngstorks." No, leave that alone," said the mother. " Attend to me, whichis much more important. One, two, three; now we'll fly to the right.One, two, three; and now to the left, round the chimney. Now, thatwas very well done, particularly the last turn, so that to-morrow youmay be allowed to fly with me to the marsh. There we shall findseveral nice stork families; and mind you show that my children arethe best. You may strut about as proudly as you like, for that createsrespect."" But are we not to be revenged on the naughty boys ?" they asked." Let them say what they like; you'll fly up into the clouds, andgo to the land of the pyramids, whilst they are freezing here, andhaven't a green leaf nor a sweet apple."" We'll be revenged for all that," said they to each other, and thenthey went on with their exercising again.Of all the boys in the street, not one was worse with the mockingthan just he who had begun the rhyme, and he was quite a little fellow,not more, perhaps, than six years old. The young storks, indeed,thought he must be a hundred years old, for he was so much biggerthan their father or mother: and what should they know of the age ofhuman beings, old or young ? All their revenge should fall upon thisone, for it was he who had begun. The young storks were muchenraged, and as they grew bigger the less they could bear it, so that atlast their mother was obliged to promise that they should be revenged,but not till the last day of their being in the country." We must first see how you get on at the great manoeuvre. Ifyou come off badly, so that the general runs you through with his beak,then the boys are right, at least in one respect. Now let us see howyou get on."" Yes, that you shall," they answered, and took particular pains.They practised so diligently every day, and flew so straight andlightly, that it was a pleasure to look at them.Now came autumn; and the storks began to meet together, prepara-tory to migrating to a warmer climate during our winter. Then there
The Storks. 5was a grand manoeuvre. They had to fly over forests and villages, inorder to see how they got on, for it was a serious journey that wasbefore them. The young storks managed so well, that they received areward of a frog and snake, which they lost no time in eating." Now we ought to take our revenge," said they." Yes, certainly," said their mother; " and what I have planned isjust the very best thing to do. I know where the pond is, in which thechildren lie till the stork comes and takes them to their parents. Thedear little children sleep, and have such delightful dreams as they neverhave in after-life. All parents are anxious to have such a child, and allchildren wish to have a brother or a sister. Now, we will fly off to thepond, and fetch a child for each of those that 'did not :sing that naughtysong about the storks."" But what are we to do to him,-to that bad, ugly boy, whobegan the song ?" cried out the young ones." In the pond there lies a dead child, which has dreamed itself todeath. That one we will fetch for him, and then he will have to cry,because we have brought him a dead brother; but for the good boy,whom I hope you have not forgotten,-the one who said it was wrongto make game of the birds-for him we will fetch a brother and asister; and as his name is Peter, so shall all storks be called Peter."What she said was done, and all storks were called Peter, as theyare up to this day.
THE GARDEN OF PARADISE.IHERE was once a King's son, who had so many and such beautifulJ books as no one ever had before, and in these he could read of allthat had happened in this world, and admire the beautiful pictures-9-illustrating the various events. Of every nation and of every countryhe could gain information, but where the Garden of Paradise was to befound, of that there was not a word in his books, and it was just this hethought most of.His grandmother had told him, when he was still quite little butabout to go to school, that each flower in the Garden of Paradise wasthe sweetest of cakes, and that the stamina were the most deliciousof wines; that on one were written lessons in history, and on anothergeography, or multiplication tables, so that to learn one's lessonsnothing was required but to eat cake, and the more one ate the morehistory, geography, and multiplication, was learned.He believed that then, but when he had grown a bigger boy, hadlearnt more and was wiser, he understood that the splendour anddelights of the Garden of Paradise must be something far different.
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The Garden of Paradise. 7" Oh, why did Eve pluck the fruit from the tree of knowledge ?and why did Adam taste of it ? If it had been I, all this would nothave happened, and never would sin have come into the world."This he said when a little boy, and still said the same when seven-teen years old. The Garden of Paradise engrossed all his thoughts.One day he was walking in the forest, and was walking alone, forthat was his greatest delight.Evening approached, and the clouds having gathered together, itcame on to rain as if heaven were one great flood-gate from which thewaters rushed; it was as dark as it can possibly be at night in thedeepest well. Now he slipped in the wet grass, and then fell over therough stones which projected from the rocky ground. All drippedwith water, and there was not a dry thread upon the poor Prince. Hehad to climb huge blocks of stone, the water oozing out from the thickmoss, and he was near fainting, when he heard an extraordinary rush-ing sound, and saw before him a large illuminated cavern. In themiddle of the cavern was a large fire, at which a whole stag couldbe roasted, and this, indeed, was being done, for the most magnificentstag, with its high antlers, was turning round slowly, fixed betweentwo fir-trees. An elderly woman, big and strong, as if she were adisguised man, sat by the fire, on to which she threw one log of woodafter another." Come nearer," she said, "and seat yourself by the fire, so thatyour clothes may get dried."" There is a nasty draught here," said the Prince, as he seatedhimself on the ground." It will be still worse when my sons come home," the womananswered, "for you are here in the Cavern of the Winds, and my sonsare the four winds of the universe. Can you understand that ?"" Where are your sons ?" the Prince asked." It is difficult to answer when one is asked a foolish question," shesaid. " My sons act on their own account, and are playing at foot-ballwith the clouds,-up there;" and she pointed above her with her finger." Oh, that's it," said the Prince; "and you yourself are somewhatharsh, and do not talk over civilly and softly, like the women I havebeen accustomed to have about me."" They have nothing else to do, but I must be harsh if I wish tokeep my boys in order, which I can do, stiff-necked as they are. Doyou see those four sacks hanging against the wall ? those they fear asmuch as you once feared the rod behind the looking-glass. I can bendthem to my will, I tell you; they must go into the sack, for I stand no
8 Andersen's Tales.nonsense. There they sit, and dare not stir till I allow them to get outand wander about. But here is one of them."It was the North Wind who came in with icy coldness. Largehailstones bounded about the floor, and snow-flakes floated in the air.He was clad in bear's skin, with a seal-skin cap, which hung down overhis ears; long icicles hung down from his beard, and one hailstone afteranother rolled down from underneath his jacket."Do not go too suddenly to the fire," the Prince said, "for fearyour hands and feet should be frost-bitten."" Frost I" the North Wind said, and burst out laughing; why it'sjust frost I most delight in. And pray, what spooney are you ? andhow do you get here into the Cavern of the Winds ?"" He is my guest," the old woman said; " and if you are not satis-fied with that explanation, you may go into the sack. Do you under-stand me ?"Well, that had the desired effect, and the North Wind narratedwhence he came, and where he had been nearly a whole month." I came from the Polar Sea," he said. " I was on the Island of theBears with the Russian whale-fishers. I sat and slept at the helm whenthey started on their expedition, and when I did wake up for a minutethe stormy petrel flew round my legs. That is a curious bird, it givesone strong flaps with its wings, and then stretching them out keepsthem motionless, and this is enough to carry it on.""V Well, you need not be too minute," said the mother of the Winds." And so you were on the Island of the Bears ?"" It's delightful there. That's the floor for dancing on! flat andsmooth as a plate, all half-thawed snow, with a little moss. Therewere sharp stones and skeletons of whales and polar bears, green withmould. One would think the sun never shone there. I blew a littleinto the fog so that the huts might be seen. They were built with thewood of wrecks, covered over with whale-skins; on the roof of one sat aliving polar bear and growled, I went to the shore and looked afterthe birds' nests; saw the unfledged young ones, and blowing downtheir open throats, taught them to shut their beaks."" You talk well, my son," said the mother. "It makes my mouthwater to listen to you."" Then came the fishing. The harpoon was struck into the whale'sbreast so that the streaming blood spouted forth like a fountain. ThenI thought of my own game, and bestirring myself blew the icebergsbefore me, till the boats were hemmed in. Then there was a shoutingand howling, but I howled louder still. The dead whales, boxes and
TJie Garden of Paradise. 9cordage; had to be thrown on to the ice, and covering all up with snow, Idrove them towards the south, there to taste salt water. They will nevercome back to the Island of the Bears."" So you have done mischief," the mother of the Winds said."Let others tell the good I have done," he said; " but here comesmy brother from the West. Him I like best of all, for he has a smackof the sea and brings a delightful coolness with him.""Is that the little Zephyr?" the Prince asked."It is Zephyr sure enough, but he is not so very little. In oldentimes he was a beautiful boy, but that is past."He looked like a wild man, but wore a slouched hat to protect him.In his hand he carried a mahogany club, cut in the American mahoganyforests, and that was no trifle." Where do you come from?" his mother asked." I come from the wilds of the forest," he said, " where the thornybushes form thick hedges between the trees, where the water-snake lies inthe wet grass, and where man seems unwonted."" What were you doing there ?"" I looked down into the deep rivers, watched the waters as theyfell from cliff to cliff, became dust and flew up towards heaven, to bearthe rainbow. I saw the buffalo swimming in the river, but carriedaway by the stream to the waterfall, amidst a swarm of wild ducks,which flew up into the air,-it was dashed down. This pleased me,and I blew up a storm so that the oldest trees tottered and were splinteredto pieces."" And have you done nothing else ?" the old woman asked."I have stroked the wild horses, and have shaken the cocoa-nutsfrom the lofty tree. I have played many a prank. Yes, yes, I havemany a story to tell, but one must not tell everything that one knows.You know that well enough, you old one;" and he kissed his mother soboisterously that she almost fell backwards. He was, indeed, a wildfellow.Now came the South Wind, wearing a turban and a flowingBedouin mantle."It is wretchedly cold here," he said, throwing more wood on thefire, " one can easily feel that the North Wind arrived first."" It is so hot here, that one might roast a polar bear," the NorthWind said." You are a polar bear yourself," the South Wind answered." Do you wish to be put in the sack?" the old woman asked"There seat yourself on yonder stone and tell us where you have been."
10 Andersen's Tales."In Africa, my mother," he answered. "I joined a party ofHottentots in a lion-hunt. Oh! what grass grows there in the plains,green as an olive. There the ostrich ran a race with me, but I am thefleeter-footed. I went to the sandy desert, which is like the bottom otthe sea, and there I came up with a caravan, just as they were killingtheir last camel for the sake of the water, but it was little they got. Thesun burnt from above and the sand scorched from below. There was noend to the vast desert. Then I crept under the fine loose sand, andwhirled it up in huge pillars. You should have seen how lost thedromedary stood there, and the merchant, drawing his kaftan over hishead, prostrated himself before me, as before Allah, his God. Nowthey are buried, and there stands over them a pyramid of sand; when Iblow that away, the sun will bleach their bones, and travellers will see,that human beings have been there before them, which, in the desert, itis difficult to imagine."" So you have done nothing but evil," said the mother. "Into thesack with you!" and before he was prepared for anything of the sort, shehad caught the South Wind round the body, and thrust him into thesack. He rolled about on the floor, but she seated herself upon him andhe was forced to lie quiet." Those are lively boys of yours," the Prince said." Yes, indeed they are," she answered, "and I can correct themwhen necessary: but here is the fourth."This was the East Wind, dressed like a Chinese."Well, and do you come from the Garden of Paradise ?" the oldwoman said."I go there to-morrow," the East Wind answered. " To-morrowit will be a hundred years since I was there. I now come from China,where I was playing round the Porcelain Tower, till all the bells rang.Below, in the street, the various officers of state, from the first to theninth degree, were being chastised, and the cane was split across theirshoulders. They cried, Many thanks, my parental benefactor,' but theymeant nothing by it, and I rang the bells singing, tsing, tsang, stu."" You are wanton," the old one said. " It is well, that to-morrowyou go to the Garden of Paradise, for that always adds to your improve-ment. Take a good draught from the spring of Wisdom, and bringhome a bottle full of it for me."" I'll not forget that," the East Wind said. "But why haveyou put my brother from the South into the sack ? Out with him, as Iwant him to tell me all about the bird, Phoenix, for the Princess in theGarden of Paradise always wishes to hear of him, when every hundredth
The Garden of Paradise. 11year I pay her my customary visit. Open the sack, and you shall bemy sweetest of mothers, and I will give you two pockets full of tea, sofresh and green, just as I gathered it on the spot itself."T Well, for the sake of the tea, and because you are my own dearboy, I will open the sack." She did so, and the South Wind crept out,quite humbled, because the strange Prince had been a witness of hispunishment." There is a palm-leaf for the Princess," he said. " This leaf, the oldPhoenix, the only one in the world, gave me himself. With his bill hehas scratched the whole history of his hundred years' life upon it. Shecan there read, how the Phoenix himself set fire to his nest, sitting in itand burning, like the wife of a Hindoo. How the dry twigs crackled,and then there was a smoke and a smell. At length all broke out intoa flame, and the old Phoenix was burnt to ashes, but its egg lay red-hotin the nest, which burst with a loud explosion, and the young bird flewout, to be the Regent of all birds, and the only Phonix in the world.He bit a hole in the palm-leaf, which I gave you, and that is his greet-ing to the Princess."" Now let us have something to eat," the mother of the Winds said,whereupon they all drew round the roasted stag, and as the Prince satby the side of the East Wind, they soon became friends." I wish you would tell me," the Prince said, " who the Princess isof whom there has been so much talk, and where the Garden ofParadise is situated."" No, no " the East Wind cried. " If you want to go there, fly offwith me to-morrow, but one thing I must tell you, that no human beinghas been there since Adam and Eve. I suppose you know them fromyour Bible?"" Of course I do," the Prince answered.The East Wind continued, "When they were driven fram Paradise,the garden sank down into the earth, but it retained its warm sunshine,its balmy air, and all its splendour. The Fairy Queen lives there, andthere is the Island of Bliss, where death never comes. Seat yourself onmy back to-morrow, and I will take you with me. I think it can bedone, but now you must speak no more, for I want to sleep."And they all slept.Early in the morning the Prince awoke, and was not a little takenaback to find himself high up above the clouds. He was seated upon theback of the East Wind, where he was as comfortable and safe as possi-ble, though they were so high up in the air that the scene below, withthe forests and fields, rivers and lakes, looked like an illuminated map.
12 Andersens' Tales." Good morning!" said the East Wind, "though you might as wellhave slept a little longer, for the country is so flat, that there is notmuch to see, unless you have a fancy for counting the churches whichlook like so many spots dotted down at random upon the map."" It was ill-behaved of me not to say good-bye to your mother andbrothers," the Prince observed." Being asleep was excuse enough," the East Wind said; and here-upon they flew on more swiftly than ever, as might be seen by the trees,for as they passed over, the branches and leaves rustled, and it might beseen in the lakes and seas, for as they swept on, the waves rose higherand the large ships dipped down into the water like swimming swans.Towards evening, when it got dark, the great towns produced amost curious effect, for the lights seemed to disappear and appear again,now here, now there, like the sparks in a burnt piece of paper, whichchildren call coming out of school; and the Prince was so amused that heclapped his hands, but the East Wind told him he had as well leavethat alone, and hold fast rather, or he might fall down and find himselfhanging to the steeple of some church.The eagle in the dark forest flew swiftly, but the East Wind moreswiftly still, and the Cossack on his little horse swept across the plain,but very differently the East Wind sped on."Now you can see the Himalaya, which is the highest mountain inAsia," the East Wind said, "and now we shall soon be in the Gardenof Paradise." They then turned more towards the south, and soon thedelicious scent of flowers and fruits reached them. Figs and pomegra-nates grew wild, and the vines bore black and white grapes. Here theydescended and stretched themselves in the soft grass, where the flowersnodding to the Wind, seemed to say "welcome back here."" Are we now in the Garden of Paradise ?" the Prince asked." No, no," the East Wind answered; "but we shall soon be there.Do you see yonder high rock, and the cavern where the vine hangs like agreen curtain ? Through that we shall get to it; but wrap your cloakwell around you, for, though the sun here is scorching hot, a few stepsfarther, and it is icy cold. The bird that is now flying past the cavernhas one wing in the warm summer, and the other in the cold winter."" And that, then, is the way to the Garden of Paradise ?" thePrince said.They now went into the cavern, and bitterly cold it was there, butit did not last long. The East Wind spread out his wings, whichshone like the brightest fire; and, oh! what a cavern it was! Thehuge blocks of stone, from which the water dripped, hung over them in
T7ze Garden of Paradise. 13the most fantastic shapes; and in some places the cavern was so low,that they had to creep on their hands and knees, whilst in others it wasso high and wide, as if they were in the open air. It looked like alarge chapel, pervaded by the solemnity of death, with petrified organsand silent pipes.The Prince said, "It seems we have to pass through the Valley ofDeath to reach the Garden of Paradise." But the East Wind did notanswer a syllable, pointing only before him; and the most beautiful bluelight streamed towards them. The blocks of stone above them becamemore and more as a mist, and at last clear as white clouds in moonshine.They were now in the most delightful balmy air, fresh as on themountains, but soft and sweet as amongst roses in the valley. Therewas a river, clear as the air itself, and the fish were as gold and silver;purple-coloured eels, which at every movement emitted sparks of fire,played at the bottom of the water; and the broad leaves of the water-lilies shone with all the colours of the rainbow, whilst the flower itselfwas an orange-coloured flame, which was nourished by the water, asoil keeps up the life of a lamp. A firm, marble bridge, which, however,was of such skilful workmanship that it looked like lace-work andpearls, led across the river to the Island of Bliss, in which was theGarden of Paradise.The East Wind took the Prince in his arms, carrying him across;and then the flowers and leaves began to sing the most delightful songsof his youth, but so full and soft as no human voice could imitate.Were those palm-trees, or gigantic water-plants, that grew there ?Such large trees, and so full of sap, the Prince had never before seen.The most wonderful creepers hung in large festoons, as you only findpainted in gold and bright colours in the margins of illuminated missals,or winding through the initial letters. It was the strangest mixture ofbirds, flowers, and flourishes. Close by, in the grass, stood a swarm ofpeacocks, with outspread, radiant tails. It seemed reality; but no;when the Prince touched them he found they were not birds, but onlylants; they were the large burdock-leaves, which there shone like thebeautiful tail of the peacock.Lions and tigers were springing about like playful cats betweenthe scented hedges, and they were tame. The wood-pigeon, shininglike the purest pearl, struck the lion's mane with its wings, and theantelope, generally so wild, stood and nodded with its head as if itwished to join the game.Now the Fairy of Paradise appeared, her dress shining like the sun,and her countenance was mild, like that of a happy mother rejoicing in
14 A ndersen's Tales.her child. She was young and beautiful; and the prettiest girls, eachwith a bright star in her hair, followed. The East Wind gave her thePhoenix's manuscript, and her eyes beamed with pleasure. She tookthe Prince by the hand, and led him into her palace, where the wallsshone with colours, like unto the most beautiful tulip-leaf held betweenthe eye and the sun; whilst the roof was as a bright flower, and themore you looked up into it the deeper its calyx appeared. The Princewalked up to the window, and through one of the panes he saw the treeof knowledge of good and evil, with the snake and Adam and Evestanding by the side. " Are they not banished ?" he asked. And theFairy, smiling, explained, that time had engraved on each pane theevents as they passed, but not like ordinary pictures,-no, it was lifeitself, for the leaves of the trees moved, and the persons went and came.He looked through another pane, and there saw Jacob's dream, theangels ascending and descending the ladder with their wings spreadout. All that had happened in this world was here represented on thepanes of glass, and such pictures Time alone could paint.The Fairy smiled, and led him into a large and lofty room, the wallsof which appeared transparent. There were paintings, the one facemore beautiful than the other, millions of happy beings smiling andsinging, so as to form one delightful melody, the upper ones being nolarger than dots drawn with the pencil. In the middle of the roomstood a tree, with luxuriant hanging branches, on which golden apples,large and small, appeared amongst the green leaves. This was the treeof knowledge of good and evil, of the fruit of which Adam and Evehad eaten. From each leaf dripped a bright red dew-drop, as if thetree were shedding tears of blood." Let us now enter the boat," the Fairy said; " and there, on thecool waters, partake of some refreshment. The boat rocks, though itdoes not move from the spot; and yet all the lands of the world glidepast us."So, indeed, it was, for the whole coast was in motion. Now passedthe high, snow-capped Alps, partially covered with clouds and theblack fir, whilst the horn sounded sorrowfully, and the shepherds sangmerrily, in the valley. Now the banana-tree bent its long droopingbranches down over the boat; coal-black swans swam past, and themost extraordinary creatures and flowers appeared on the banks of theriver. This was Australia, the fifth division of the world. One mighthear the song of the priests, and see the dance of the savages to theirbarbarous music. The pyramids of Egypt rising up above the clouds,overthrown columns and sphynxes, half buried in sand, sailed past.
The Garden of Paradise. 15The aurora borealis shot up streams of light, like fireworks, that no onecan imitate. The Prince was in ecstasies, for he saw a hundred timesmore than we here describe." And can I always remain here ?" he asked." That depends upon yourself," the Fairy answered. "If you donot, like Adam, allow yourself to lust after what is forbidden, you mayalways remain here."" I shall not touch the apples of the tree of knowledge," the Princesaid. "There are thousands of other fruits, just as beautiful asthat."" Examine yourself, and if you are not strong enough, return withthe East Wind, who brought you; he now flies back, and will notappear here again for a hundred years, though that time will seem toyou, as if it were only a hundred hours, but it is a long time to resisttemptation and sin. Every evening, when I part from you, I mustcall to you, 'Come with me,' and must beckon you with my hand, butremain where you are. Do not follow me, for with every step yourdesires will become more ungovernable; you will come into the roomwhere the tree of knowledge of good and evil grows; I shall sleep underits fragrant, hanging branches, and you will bend over me, when I mustsmile. If then you kiss my lips, the Garden of Paradise will sink deepinto the earth, and to you it will be lost. A cutting wind will howlround you, and a cold rain will drip from your hair. Sorrow anddistress will be your portion.""I will remain," the Prince said, and the East Wind, kissing himon the forehead, said, " Be strong, and then we shall meet again here,after a hundred years. Farewell! Farewell !" The East Wind thenspread out his enormous wings, which shone like lightning at harvesttime, or the aurora in cold winter." Farewell! farewell!" resounded from the flowers and the trees.The storks and the pelicans flying in a line, like fluttering ribbons, ac-companied him as far as the limits of the garden." Now we begin our dance," the Fairy said, "and at its close whenthe sun is setting you will see that I wink to you, and hear me call to youto follow, but do not do so. For a hundred years must I repeat the sameevery evening, and every time that you resist the temptation, you willgain strength, till at length resistance will be no longer an effort. Thisevening I make the beginning, and now I have warned you."Now the Fairy led him into a large hall filled with white, transparentlilies, the yellow stamina in each forming a small, golden harp, whichgave forth the sound of the harp and the flute. The loveliest girls,
16 Andersen's Tales.slim and graceful, dressed in transparent gauze, seemed to float in theair as they danced, and they sang, how delightful life was, that theyshould never die, and that the Garden of Paradise would flourish in itssplendour to all eternity.The sun now went down, tinting the sky with the colour of gold,which gave the lilies the appearance of the most beautiful roses, and thePrince drank of the sparkling wine which the girls handed him, feelinga happiness he had never before experienced. He saw how the furtherend of the hall opened, and the tree of knowledge shone with suchsplendour, that his eyes were dazzled. The sounds that came fromthence were soft and sweet, like the voice of his mother, and it seemedas if she sang, " My child, my dearest child."Then the Fairy nodded to him and said so lovingly, " Come withme, come with me," that he flew towards her, forgetting his promise thevery first night, and she nodded and smiled. The fragrant exhalationsfrom the plants grew stronger, and the harps sounded more lovely, andit seemed as if the millions of smiling heads nodded and sang, " Man isthe lord of the creation, he must know everything." They were noonger tears of blood that fell from the leaves of the tree of knowledge ofgood and evil, but they appeared to be shining stars. " Come, come,"sounded from all sides, and at every step the Prince's cheeks burnedwarmer, and his blood rushed more quickly through his veins. " Imust," he said; " it is not,-it cannot be a sin. Why should I notfollow where pleasure and beauty call me ? I must see her asleep, forthere is no harm if I do not kiss her, and that I will not do, I am strongand have a determined will."The Fairy threw off her sparkling ornaments, bent back the branchesof the tree, and the next moment she was hidden amongst them." As yet I have not sinned, nor will I do so," the Prince said, andhe drew the branches on one side. She was already asleep, and lovelyas only the Fairy of the Garden of Paradise can be. She was smiling inher sleep, but as he leant over her he saw a tear on her beautiful longeyelashes." Are you crying on my account?" he said. "Do not cry, youheavenly woman! It is now only I appreciate the bliss of Paradise. Ifeel it in my blood and in my thoughts. I feel the strength of eternallife in this temporal body. Even if eternal night is to be my lot, aminute such as this is bliss enough," And he kissed the tears from hereyes. His lips pressed hers.Then there was a clap of thunder, so loud and awful that no onehas ever heard the like, and all sank together. The lovely Fairy, the
Tl1e Garden of Paradise. 17beautiful garden; they sank so deep that the Prince saw them disap-pear in black-night till only a small star shone in the distance. Thecoldness of death crept over his whole body- his eyes closed and he layfor a long time as if dead.The cold rain beat in his face, and a cutting wind whistled aroundhim, when his senses returned. " What have I done ?" he sighed, " Ihave sinned like Adam-sinned, so that the Garden of Paradise hassunk into the earth." He opened his eyes- the star he still saw -itwas the morning-star.He roused himself up, and found he was in the depth of the forest,close to the Cavern of the Winds, and the mother of the Winds sat byhis side. She looked angry, and raising her arm said :--"The very first evening! Well, it is just as I expected; if youwere my son, you would soon be in the sack."" And into it he shall go," Death said. He was a strong old manwith a scythe in his hand, and with large black wings. " In the gravehe shall be laid, but not yet; I will let him wander about the world fora time, to atone for his sin and become better, but I shall return. Whenhe least expects it, I shall return : place him in the black coffin, andtaking it on my head fly up towards the stars. There, too, is a Gardenof Paradise, and if he is good he will be admitted; but if his thoughtsare bad and his heart still full of sin, then he will sink with the coffin,deeper than the Garden of Paradise sank, and only every thousandthyear shall I fetch him, that he may sink still deeper, or reach to thatstar,-that shining star above."K
\\ \'i'-LITTLE THUMB.THERE was once a woman who had a very strong desire to have alittle child of her own, but did not at all know how it was to bemanaged, and therefore went to an old witch, to whom she said, "I doso heartily desire to have a little, little child; will you not tell me howI am to come by one ? "" Yes, that is easily done," the witch said; " there is a barley-corn,in no way like what the farmers sow, or is given to chickens to eat; setthat in a flower-pot, and then you shall see what you shall see.""I thank you," the woman said, and giving her a shilling, wenthome, where she set the barley-corn, and immediately there sprang up amagnificent, large flower, which looked like a tulip, but the leaves ofthe flower were closed, as if it were only in bud." That is a pretty flower," the woman said, and kissed the red andyellow leaves, but just as she did so the flower opened with an explosion.It was a real tulip, as now could easily be seen, but seated in the middleof the flower was a quite little girl. She was so pretty and delicate,and not being above the length of one's thumb, she was called LittleThumb.She had a neat lackered walnut-shell for a cradle, blue violet leaveswere her mattress, and a roseleaf her covering. There she slept atnights, but during the day she played on the table, on which the woman
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Little Thumb. 19placed a plateful of water, with flowers all round the edge, and a lily-leaf floating in the middle. On this Little Thumb could sit and rowherself from one side to the other, which looked very pretty. She couldsing too, and so sweetly, that the like had never been heard.One night, as she was lying in her beautiful bed, an ugly toad camehopping through the window, one of the panes of glass being broken.The toad was a big, wet, and frightfully ugly creature, and happenedjust to hop on to the table on which Little Thumb was asleep, under herroseleaf." That would be a charming wife for my son," the toad said, andtaking up the walnut-shell, in which Little Thumb was lying, hoppedwith it through the broken window, down into the garden.There flowed a broad river, the banks of which were muddy andmarshy, and it was here the toad lived with her son. Oh, dear! howugly and disgusting he was too, exactly like his mother. "Koar, koar,croak, croak !" was all that he could say when he saw the pretty littlegirl in the walnut-shell." Do not speak so loud, or she may wake up," the old toad said," and might escape us, for she is as light as swansdown. We will puther on one of the water-lily leaves out in the river, for, to her, who isso light, that will be just like an island, and from there she cannot getaway, whilst we are busy preparing the state-room under the marshwhere you are to live."In the water grew a quantity of water-lilies, with their broad greenleaves, which seemed to be floating on the top of the water, and the onewhich was the furthest out from the banks was also the largest. Tothis the old toad swam, and placed Little Thumb, with her walnut-shell,upon it.The little thing awoke early in the morning, and when she sawwhere she was, she began to cry bitterly, for there was water on all sidesof the large green leaf, and there was no reaching the land.The old toad was busy, down in the marsh, decorating her roomwith rushes and yellow flowers, for she wanted all to be very smart forler new daughter-in-law; and when she had finished she swam, with hervgly son, out to the leaf, where Little Thumb stood, for she wanted tofetch the pretty bed, to place it in the bridal-chamber. The oldtoad bowed low to her and said, " Here you see my son, who is to beyour husband, and you will live splendidly together, below under themarshh"" Koar, koar, croak, croak," was all the son could say.Then they took the pretty little bed and swam away with it, but
20 Andersen's Tales.Little Thumb sat all alone on the green leaf and cried, for she could notbear the idea of living with the disgusting old toad, or of having herugly son for a husband. The little fish that swam about in the water,had seen the toad and heard all she said, so they popped up their headsto see the little girl, and finding her so pretty, they grieved to thinkthat she should have to live with the ugly toads. "No, that mustnever be." So they assembled together, round the green stalk of theSleaf on which Little Thumb stood, and bit it through, so that the leaffloated down the river, far away, where the toads could not reach it.Little Thumb floated past many cities, and the little birds, as theysat in the bushes, saw her and sang, " What a lovely little girl!" Theleaf swam on with her, further and further, and they got into anothercountry.A pretty little white butterfly fluttered round her constantly, and atlast settled down on the leaf, for Little Thumb pleased him. She wasvery happy, for the toad could now not reach her, and it was verybeautiful all around, the sun shining on the water, so that it glitteredlike the brightest gold. She now took her girdle, tied one end of itround the butterfly, whilst she fastened the other to the leaf, whichglided on much faster, and she as well, for she was standing upon it.Then came a large cockchafer, and seeing her, instantly caught holdof her slender body with its claws, and flew with her into a tree. Thegreen leaf swam on down the river, and the butterfly too, for it was tiedto it and could not get away.Oh! how frightened poor Little Thumb was when she found her-self carried away by the cockchafer, but she felt still more sad, onaccount of the beautiful white butterfly, which she had fastened to theleaf, for it could not get away and must starve. But the cockchaferdid not care a pin about that. He seated himself with her upon thelargest leaf of the tree, gave her honey out of the flowers to eat, and saidthat she was very pretty, though not a bit like a cockchafer. Later, allthe other cockchafers that lived in the tree, came to visit her, and theyoung ladies, turning up their feelers, said, " What can any one see toadmire in her! Why, she has only two legs, how ridiculous that looks!"" She has no feelers," another said, "and how small she is in the waist.Oh my I she is like a human being;" " And how ugly she is !" all theyoung ladies joined in. Now Little Thumb was exceedingly pretty,which the cockchafer that had carried her off knew well enough; but asall the others said she was ugly, he began to believe it himself at last,and would have nothing to do with her, so he carried her down from thetree, and placed her on a daisy. There she sat and cried, because she
Little Thumb. 21was so ugly that even the cockchafers would have nothing to do withher, and yet she was the prettiest and most delightful girl that can beimagined, as clear and blooming as the most beautiful roseleaf.During the whole summer poor Little Thumb lived all alone in alarge forest. She plaited herself a bed of grass, and hung it up under aburdock leaf, where she was sheltered from the rain. She ate the honeyout of the flowers and drank the dew, that lay every morning upon theleaves. In this manner passed summer and autumn, but now camewinter,- the cold, long winter. The birds that had sung so sweetly toher flew away: the flowers died and the trees lost their leaves; thelarge burdock leaf, under which her dwelling was, rolled up, and nothingremained but a yellow, withered stalk, and she was dreadfully cold, forher clothes were worn out, so that she was nearly frozen to death. Itbegan to snow, and each flake that fell upon her was as if a whole shovel-ful were thrown upon one of us, for she was so little, not more than aninch in height. She wrapped herself up in a dry leaf, but that did notwarm her, and she shook with cold.She wandered out of the forest with difficulty, and came to a corn-field, but the corn had long gone, and only the short dry stubble stoodout of the frozen earth, which to her was like another forest. Oh! howshe shook with cold. At length she reached the door of the dwelling ofa field-mouse. There the mouse lived warm and well, having a wholeroom full of corn and every comfort. Poor Little Thumb stood insidethe door, just like any other poor beggar-girl, and begged for a smallpiece of a barley-corn, for she had not eaten a morsel of anything for twodays." You.poor little being," the field-mouse said, for at heart she was agood old field-mouse, " come in to my warm room and dine with me."Now, as Little Thumb pleased her much, she said, " You mayremain with me here all the winter, but you must keep my room tidy andclean as well as tell me stories, of which I am very fond;" and LittleThumb did what the good old field-mouse desired, and in return wasmade uncommonly comfortable." We shall now soon have a visitor," the field-mouse said; "myneighbour is in the habit of visiting me once a-week. He is still betteroff than I, has large rooms, and wears the most beautiful black fur coat.If you could only get him for a husband, you would be well provided for,but he cannot see. You must tell him the very prettiest stories that youknow."But Little Thumb was not at all anxious to see the neighbour, forhe was a mole.
22 .Andersen's Tales.He came, however, and paid his visit in his black fur coat. Thefield-mouse said he was so clever and so rich; that his house was morethan twenty times larger than hers, and that his learning was verygreat, but the sun and the beautiful flowers he could not bear, and hadlittle to say of them, for he had never seen them.Little Thumb had to sing to him, and she sang, " Lady bird, ladybird, fly away home," and, "Sir frog he would a-wooing go," andhe fell in love with her on account of her sweet voice, but he saidnothing, for he was a very prudent man.He had lately dug himself a walk underground, from his own houseto the field-mouse's, in which she and Little Thumb received permissionto walk as much as they liked, but he warned them not to be frightenedat the dead bird which lay there, in the walk he had made, for that itwas a perfect bird with feathers and beak and all, which could onlylately have died and got buried there.The mole then took a piece of rotten wood in its mouth, for thatshines in the dark like fire, and went on in front to light them in thelong dark passage. When they came to the place where the dead birdwas, the mole, thrusting its broad nose into the roof of the passage,began throwing up the earth till it had worked a large hole, throughwhich the light shone. In the middle of the walk lay a dead swallow,with its beautiful wings pressed close to its sides, and its feet drawn inunder the feathers. The poor bird had evidently died of cold. Thatgrieved Little Thumb so much, for she was very fond of all little birds,they having chirped and sung so beautifully to her all the summer; butthe mole pushed it on one side with its short legs and said, "We'llsing no more; how miserable it must be to be born a bird! Thankgoodness that will not happen to any of my children. What has a birdbut its twittering and chirping, and in winter it dies of hunger ?"" Yes, a sensible man like you may well say so," the field-mousesaid; " what does a bird get by all its twittering when the winter comes?It must die of cold and hunger; and yet how proud they are!"Little Thumb said nothing, but as soon as the other two had turnedtheir backs upon the bird, she bent down and dividing the feathers thatcovered the head, kissed it on the closed eyes."Perhaps it was he who sang so beautifully to me in the summer,"she thought. "What pleasure has he not caused me, the dear, beautifulbird!"The mole now filled up the hole which let in the light, and accom-panied the two ladies home. But that night Little Thumb could notsleep, so, getting up, she plaited a beautiful large mat with hay, which she
Little Thumb. 23carried with her, and covered up the bird, laying some soft wool, whichshe had found in the mouse's room, at both its sides so that it might liewarm in the cold earth." Farewell, you beautiful little bird," she said; "farewell, and manythanks for the delightful songs during the summer, when the trees weregreen, and the sun shone warm, down upon us." She then laid herhead upon the bird's breast, but was frightened, for it was just as if therewere some noise within. It was the bird's heart beating, for he was notdead, but only benumbed by the cold, and being now warmed, had cometo life again.In autumn all the swallows fly away to warmer countries; but ifone remains by chance till it is too cold, it falls down like dead, and liesthere, where it fell, till the cold snow covers it.Little Thumb trembled violently, she had been so frightened, for thebird was big, very big compared to her, who was only an inch in height,but she mustered courage, and laid the wool still closer to the bird's sides,fetching, besides, the mint-leaf, which had served her as a bed-covering,and laid it over the bird's head.The next night she stole away to him again, and found him quitealive, but very weak, so that he could only for a moment open his eyes,and look at Little Thumb, who stood before him with a piece of rottenwood in her hand, for that was the only lantern she had." I thank you, my pretty little girl," the invalid said; "you havewarmed me so nicely, that I shall soon get my strength back, and shallthen be able to fly about again, outside in the warm sunshine."" Alas !" she said, " it is very cold, it snows and freezes; so you muststill remain in your warm bed, and I will nurse you."She then brought some water in the leaf of a flower, and the swallowdrank and told her, how it had wounded one of its wings in a thorn-bush,so that it could not fly so well as the others, which had gone off to awarmer country, and that at last it had fallen to the ground, when itcould remember no more, and did not know at all how it had got there,where it was.The whole winter the swallow remained under ground, and LittleThumb attended to it with the utmost care, without the mole or the field-mouse knowing anything about it, for they could not bear the shallow.As soon as spring came and warmed the earth, the swallow saidfarewell to Little Thumb, who opened the hole, which the mole had madeabove. The sun shone so beautifully down upon them, and the swallowasked, " Will you not go with me, for you can sit on my back, and' wewill fly far away into the green woods?'" But Little Thumb knew that
24 Andersen's Tales.the old field-mouse would feel much hurt if she left in that manner, so shesaid,-"No, I cannot go with you.""Farewell, then, farewell, you good, charming girl," the swallowsaid and flew out into the sunshine. Little Thumb looked after it, andthe tears came into her eyes, for she was very fond of the swallow." Quiwit, quiwit," the bird sang, as it flew away into the wood, andLittle Thumb was very sorrowful. The poor little thing could get nopermission to go out at all into the warm sunshine, though all was sobeautiful; and the corn, which grew over the field-mouse's house, hadshot up so high, that it was quite like a forest of tall trees to her whowas only an inch high." Now, in the summer you must work at your wedding outfit," thefield-mouse said to her, for their neighbour, the tedious old mole, with theblack fur coat, had proposed for her. " You must have a good stock ofwoollen, as well as linen clothes, for there must not be anything wantingwhen you are the mole's wife."Little Thumb had to work at her spindle, and the field-mouse hiredfour spiders as well to spin and weave day and night for her. Everyevening the mole visited her, and his constant theme was, that, whenthe summer should be over, the sun, which now baked the earth as hardas a stone, would not be nearly so hot, and that then they would bemarried. The prospect of this did not afford Little Thumb muchpleasure, for she could not bear the tedious mole. Each morning, whenthe sun rose, and each evening when it set, she stole out, outside thedoor; and when the wind separated the ears of corn so that she couldsee the blue sky, she thought how light and beautiful it was out there,and wished with all her heart that she could see the dear swallow again;but it did not come back, and was, no doubt, far away in the beautifulgreen wood.When autumn came, Little Thumb's wedding outfit was all ready." In four weeks time your wedding will take place," the field-mousesaid to her. But Little Thumb cried and said, that she would not havethe tedious mole." Fiddlededee," the old mouse said. " Don't be perverse, or I'll biteyou with my white teeth. Your future husband is a handsome man,and the queen herself has not such a fur coat. His kitchen and cellarare well stored, so, bless your stars that you make such a match."The time for the wedding had now come. The mole had arrivedto fetch away Little Thumb to live with him deep under ground, andnever to come up to the warm sunshine, which he was not at all fond of.
Little Thumb. 25The poor child was very sad, for she was now to bid the beautiful sungood-bye, which she had had permission to look at, from the door at anyrate, whilst living with the field-mouse."Farewell, you bright sun !" she said, raising up her hand towardsit, and she went a few steps outside the door, for the corn was carried,and there was now only the dry stubble. "Farewell! farewell " sheagain said and flung her arms round a little red flower which stoodthere, " Remember me to the little swallow, when you happen tosee it."" Quiwit, quiwit!" it sounded at that moment from above, andwhen she looked up she saw the little swallow just flying over her head.When it perceived Little Thumb, it was much rejoiced : and she told herstory, how unwillingly she was about to marry the ugly mole, when shewould have to live under ground, where the sun never shone, and shecould not help crying."The cold winter is now coming," the swallow said, "and I amabout to fly off to a warmer country. Will you go with me ? Youcan sit on my back; only tie yourself fast with your girdle, and we willfly away from the ugly mole and his dark room, far, far away to awarmer country, where the sun shines more brightly than here; whereit is always summer, and there are the most beautiful flowers. Comewith me; you dear little girl, you who saved my life, when I lay frozenand buried."" Yes, I will go with you," Little Thumb said, and seating herselfon the bird's back, she tied herself fast with her girdle to one of thestrongest feathers, when the swallow flew up high into the air, overforests and seas; high up over mountains that are always covered withsnow, and she shivered in the cold air, but she crept under the bird'swarm feathers, only having her head out, that she might admire thewonders and beauties below.They at length reached a warmer country, where the sun shinesmuch more brightly than here, where the sky is twice as deep a blue,and where the most beautiful grapes grow in the hedges. There wereforests of orange arid citron trees, and the air was sweet with the scentof myrtles and mint, whilst on the roads there were charming children,playing with the most beautifully painted butterflies. The swallow,however, flew on still further, and it grew more beautiful and morebeautiful, till they came to a delightful blue lake, where there stood amarble palace, from olden times surrounded by sweet-scented trees.The vine wound round the high columns, and at the top there were manyswallows' nests, one of which belonged to Little Thumb's companion.
26 Andersen's 1ales." This is my house," the swallow said; " but if you choose yourselfone of the most beautiful of the flowers that grow there below, I willplace you in it, and you may be as happy as the day is long.""That will be delightful," she cried and clapped her little handswith joy.There lay a large white marble column, which had fallen to theground and broken into three pieces, and from between these grew upthe most beautiful large white flowers. The swallow flew down withLittle Thumb, and placed her upon a broad leaf of one of these, buthow astonished she was, when in the flower she saw a little man sitting,so white and transparent, as if he were of glass. He wore a beautifulgold crown upon his head, and had the most lovely gauzy wings, beingscarcely bigger in body than Little Thumb herself. This was the Spiritof the Flowers. In each flower there lived a like little man or woman,but this was the king of them all." Oh, how beautiful he is I" Little Thumb whispered to theswallow.The little Prince was greatly frightened at the swallow, for, com-pared to him, it was a monstrous bird; but, when he saw Little Thumb,he was as much rejoiced, for she was the most beautiful girl he hadever seen. He took off his crown, and placed it upon her head, askingat the same time, what her name was, and if she would marry him, whenshe should be queen over all the flowers ? This was, indeed, a verydifferent being to the toad's son and the mole with his fur coat; so sheanswered " Yes" to the delightful Prince; and immediately there camea little man or woman from the different flowers, all so charming, thatit was quite a pleasure to look at them, and each brought her a present,the best of which was a beautiful pair of wings, taken from a largewhite fly. These were fastened to her shoulders, so that now she couldfly from flower to flower; and all was happiness. The little swallowsat above in its nest, and sang its best to them, but at heart it was sad,for it loved Little Thumb, and wished never to be parted from her." You shall not be called Little Thumb," the king of the flowerspaid, "for that is an ugly name, and you are so beautiful. Your namehall be Maga."" Farewell, farewell!" the little swallow said, and flew away fromthe warm country again back to Denmark. There it had a nest, abovethe window of the man who tells stories, and there it sang, " Quiwit,quiwit:" and that is how we know the whole story.
I XI/'i" o rii iv/i// THE ANGEL.
TIE ANGEL." WTHENEVER a good child dies, an angel comes down fromV V heaven, takes the dead child in its arms, and, spreading outits large white wings, visits all the places that had been particularlydear to the child, where it gathers a handful of flowers, flying up againto heaven with them, and there they bloom more beautifully than onearth; but that flower which it loves most receives a voice, so that itcan join in the universal chorus of thanksgiving and praise."Thus spoke an angel whilst carrying a dead child up to heaven;and the child listened as in a dream; and they visited the places thathad been most dear to the child whilst alive, and where it had played,passing through gardens full of the most beautiful flowers." Which flowers shall we take with us to plant in heaven ?" the.ngel asked.Now there stood a solitary rose-tree of extraordinary beauty, but amischievous hand had wantonly broken the stem, so that all the branches,recently of such a beautiful green, laden with half-opened buds, hungdown, withered and sad, upon the mossy turf below." Oh, that dear little tree !" the child sighed. "Pray take thatwith you, so that in heaven it may again come to life."The angel took it, kissing the child at the same time, and the littlething half opened its eyes. They gathered of the beautiful plants, the
28 Andersen s Iales.perfume and colours of which delight mankind; but the despisedbuttercup, and the wild pansy, they also took with them." Now we have flowers," the child said; and the angel nodded.But still they did not fly up to heaven. It was night, and all wasquiet; but yet they remained in the large town, hovering over one otthe narrowest streets, where there were heaps of straw, ashes, and allmanner of, rubbish, for it was quarter-day, when many people changetheir lodgings. There lay broken plates, pieces of plaster, the crownsof old hats, and rags of all sorts,-in short, a mass of things in no waypleasing to the eye.The angel pointed down amongst all this rubbish to some pieces ofa broken flower-pot, and a lump of earth which had fallen out of it, heldtogether by the roots of a large dried-up wild-flower, which had beenthrown into the street as useless." That we will take with us," the angel said : " I will tell you whyas we fly on."And the angel spoke thus :--" There below, in that narrow street, in a cellar, lived a poor, sickboy, who from his earliest years had been bed-ridden. When at hisb3st, he could manage to walk round the little room a couple of timeson his crutches, and that was all. On some few days during thesummer, the sun's rays shone upon the floor of the cellar for half anhour; and when the poor boy sat there warming himself in the sun,and wondering at the red blood which he saw through his thin fingersas he held them up to his face, it was said, 'To-day he has been out.'He only knew of the green forest by the son of a neighbour bringinghim the first branch of a beech-tree that was out in leaf, which he heldover his head, fancying that he was in the forest under the beech-trees,with the sun shining and birds singing. One day in spring theneighbour's son brought him some wild flowers, amongst which therehappened to be one that had its roots, and it was therefore set in a potand placed near his bed. The flower flourished, sending forth newshoots, and blossomed every year, so that it became the sick boy'sflower-garden, his greatest comfort and treasure here on earth. Hewatered and watched it, taking care that it had even to the last ray ofthe sun which glided through the low window. The flower becameidentified with his dreams, for it was for him alone it blossomed,delighting him by its scent and its beautiful colours, and to it he turnedin death. It is now a year he has been in heaven, and for a year theflower has stood, forgotten and dried-up in the window, till, during themoving, it was thrown out into the street. And that is the flower, the
The Angel. 29poor withered flower, which we have placed in our nosegay, for it hasgiven more pleasure than the most beautiful flower in the garden of aqueen."" And how do you know all this ?" the child asked." I know it," the angel answered, "because I myself-was that poorsick boy who walked on crutches. I know my flower well."The child now thoroughly opened its eyes, and looked up into theangel's beautiful face, which beamed with happiness, and at the samemoment they were in heaven, where joy and bliss reigned. The deadchild received wings like the other angel, with whom he flew about,hand in hand. The flowers received renewed life; but the poorwithered wild-flower received a voice, and sang with the angels, withwhom the whole space of the heavens was filled, in circles, one rowbehind the other, further and further back, and so on to infinity, allbeing equally happy.All sang praises and thanksgivings,--the child just received intoheaven, and the poor wild-flower, which had been thrown out amongsttife rubbish in the narrow, dark street.nr*e;> VKA ii~
LITTLE IDA'S FLOWERS." Y poor flowers are quite withered," little Ida said. Theywere so beautiful yesterday evening, and now the leaves areall dead. What is the reason?" she asked the student, who was sittingon the sofa, for she was very fond of him, as he told her all manner opretty stories and cut out the most amusing pictures for her,-heartswith little ladies dancing inside; flowers, and castles of which the doorsopened. He was a lively young man. " Why do the flowers look sowretched to-day ?" she asked again, showing him a nosegay, which wasquite dead." Why, don't you know what's the matter with them?" the studentsaid. " The flowers were at a ball last night, and that's why they hangtheir heads.""But how can that be, for the flowers cannot dance," little Ida said."And why not ?" the student answered. " As soon as it getsdark, and we are all asleep. they jump about merrily enough; almostevery night they have a dance."" Are there no children at the balls ?"" Oh yes," the student said, " there are quite little daisies and may-blossoms."" And where do the most beautiful flowers dance?" little Ida asked."Have you not often been outside the city gates, to the palace,
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Little Ida's Flowers. 31where the king lives in summer and where there is the beautiful gardenwith such quantities of flowers ? You know the swans which swim upto you when you feed them with bread-crumbs. Depend upon it, thereare large balls there."" I was in the garden yesterday with my mother," Tda said, "butall the leaves were off the trees, and there were no flowers whatever.Where are they all ? In summer I saw such quantities."" They are inside the palace," the student said. '* You must knowthat as soon as the king and all the courtiers move into the town, theflowers run off, at once, out of the garden into the palace, and theremake merry. You should see that. The two most beautiful of theroses seat themselves upon the throne, and they are then king andqueen. The red cockscombs stand bowing on either side, and they arethe pages. Then come the prettiest flowers, which represent the maidsof honour, and there is a grand ball. The blue violets are midshipmen,and they dance with hyacinths and crocuses, whom they call milady.The tulips and the great tiger-lilies are old ladies who watch that thedancing is good, and that all goes on with propriety."" And does no one interfere with the flowers going into the palace?"little Ida asked." No one knows really anything about it," the student said. " It'strue that sometimes the old steward, who has to see that all is right,comes in of an evening, but no sooner do the flowers hear the jinglingof his big bunch of keys than they are quite quiet, and hide themselvesbehind the curtains. 'I smell that there are flowers here,' he says, buthe cannot see them."" Oh, what fun that is !" little Ida said, clapping her hands. "Andshould I not be able to see the flowers either ?"" Yes," the student answered, "and remember the next time you goout there, that you look through the window, and you will see themplainly enough. I did so to-day, and there lay a long yellow lilystretched upon the sofa. That was one of the ladies in waiting."" And are the flowers from the botanical garden there? can they getas far ?"" To be sure they can," the student answered, " for if necessarythey can fly. Have you not noticed many beautiful butterflies, red,yellow, and white, that look almost like flowers, which indeed they havebeen ? They have broken off from their stems, flying up in the air,beating about with their leaves as if they were wings; and as theybehaved well, they received permission to fly about, and not be obligedto sit quietly fastened down to their stems, till at length the leaves
32 Andersen's Tales.became real wings. All this you may have seen yourself. However, itmay be that the flowers from the botanical garden have never been inthe king's palace, or even that they do not know what sport goes onthere at nights. And now I'll tell you something, how you canastonish the professor of botany, who lives here close by. You knowhim, do you not ? When next you go into his garden, you must tellone of the flowers that there is dancing at the palace every night. Thatone will tell the others, and away they'll fly. Then when the professorgoes into the garden, he will not find a single flower, and he will be nicelypuzzled to think what has become of them all."" But how can the flower tell the others ? for flowers cannot speak.""That is true enough," the student said, "but then they makesigns. Have you not often noticed that when the wind blows a little theflowers bend down, and all the green leaves move ? That is as plain asif they spoke."" And can the professor understand them ?"" Certainly he can. One morning he went into the garden and sawa stinging nettle making signs to a red carnation, which signs meant,You are very pretty and I love you. Now the professor cannot bearanything of that sort, so he gave the stinging nettle a slap on its leaves,for those are its fingers, but he stung himself, and since then he has notventured to touch a stinging nettle."" Oh, what fun !" little Ida said, and laughed out loud." How can any one talk such nonsense to a child !" the tediouschancery counsellor said, who, having called to pay a visit, was sittingon the sofa. He did not much like the student, and always began togrowl when he saw him cutting out the funny pictures: first it was aman hanging on the gallows with a heart in his hand, for he was a rob-ber of hearts, and then an old witch riding on a broom and carryingher husband on her nose. That sort of thing annoyed the counsellor,and he would then say, " How can any one put such foolish notions intoa child's head!"But what the student told little Ida about her flowers, appearedvery funny to her, and she thought much of it. The flowers hung theirheads, because they were tired, after dancing all the night, and nodoubt they felt ill. Then she carried them to her other playthings,which were on a nice little table, the drawer of which, also, was full ofpretty things. In the doll's bed lay the doll Sophy, and slept, but littleIda said to her, " You must really get up, Sophy, and be satisfied withpassing this night in the drawer, for the poor flowers are ill, and mustBleep in your bed, which will perhaps put them right again." She then
Little Ida's Flowers. 33took the doll out of its bed, and it looked quite fretful, but did not say aword, for it was sulky at having to give up its bed.Ida laid the flowers in the doll's bed, and covering them up with theclothes said, they must lie quite quiet, and she would make them sometea, so that they might be quite well by the following day and be able toget up; and she then drew the curtains of the little bed that the sunmight not shine in their eyes.The whole evening she could not help thinking of what the studenthad told her; and when it was time for her to go to bed she must needsfirst look under the curtain that hung at the window, where her mother'sbeautiful flowers, hyacinths as well as tulips, stood, and she whisperedquite low, "I know that you are going to the ball to-night;" but theflowers pretended not to understand her, and did not move a leaf; how-ever, little Ida knew what she knew for all that.When she was in bed she lay awake a long time thinking howpretty it must be to see all the beautiful flowers dancing in the King'spalace, "I wonder whether my flowers were really there ?" She thenwent to sleep, but woke again in the night, having dreamed of theflowers, the student, and the chancery counsellor, who said he was put-ting foolish fancies into her head. All was quiet in the bedroom whereIda lay; the night-lamp burned on the table, and her father andmother were asleep."I wonder whether my flowers are still lying in Sophy's bed," shethought. " I should much like to know." She raised herself up alittle in the bed and looked towards the door, which stood ajar. In thenext room lay her flowers and all her playthings, and as she listened itseemed to her as if she heard the piano being played, but quite softlyand so beautifully as she had never heard before."No doubt all the flowers are now dancing in there," she said." Oh, dear, how much I should like to see them;" but she could notventure to get up for fear of waking her father and mother."If they would but come in here," she said. But the flowers did notcome in, and as the music continued playing she could resist no longer,for it was much too pretty; so she crept out of her little bed gently tothe door and looked into the next room. Oh, how beautiful it was, whatshe there saw .There was no night-lamp burning, but yet it was quite light, for themoon was shining through the window right into the middle of theroom, and it was almost like day. All the hyacinths and tulips stoodin two rows along the room, so that there were none left in the window.The flower-pots stood there empty, whilst the flowers were dancing soD
34 Andersen's Tales.prettily on the floor of the room, round each other, forming a regularladies' chain, and holding each other by the long green leaves as theywhirled round. At the piano sat a large yellow lily, which Ida mustcertainly have seen during the summer, for she remembered quite wellthat the student had said, "How exactly it is like Miss Line." Everyone laughed at him then, but it really seemed to little Ida now, that thelong tall yellow flower was indeed like that young lady, and it had thesame ways too at the piano. Now it leaned its long yellow face to one side,now to the other, whilst it nodded the time to the beautiful music. LittleIda was not noticed, and she now saw a large blue crocus jump on tothe table on which the playthings were, go straight up to the doll's bedand draw the curtains. There lay the sick flowers, but they got up atonce and nodded to the others, as much as to say that they would dancetoo. The old shepherd, who had lost his under-lip, stood up and bowedto the beautiful flowers, which did not appear at all sick now, for theyjumped down to join the others and were as merry as possible.It sounded as if something fell, and when Ida looked round she sawthat it was the little three-legged stool that had jumped down from thetable, seeming to think it belonged to the flowers. It was a neat littlestool, and on it there sat a little wax doll, with just such another broad-brimmed hat on its head as the chancery counsellor was in the habit ofwearing. The stool hopped about on its three legs, stamping heavily,for it was dancing the Mazurka, which the flowers could not dance, forthey were too light to stamp.The wax doll on the stool became, all at once, quite big, and criedout, " How can any one talk such nonsense to a child !" and then it wasexactly like the counsellor, looking quite as yellow and fretful. Then itbecame a little wax doll again, and all this was so droll that Ida couldnot restrain her laughter. The three-legged stool continued to dance,and the chancery counsellor had to dance with it, whether he would orno, whether he made himself big, or remained the little wax doll withthe large black hat. There was now a knocking in the drawer, whereIda's doll, Sophy, was lying with other playthings; and the old shepherd,jumping on to the table, lay flat down, and crept as near as possible tothe edge, when he was able to pull the drawer out a little. Then Sophygot up and looked around her, quite astonished. "Why here is adance!" she said. " Why did no one tell me that?"" Will you dance with me ?" the shepherd said." Oh, yes; you are a pretty fellow to dance," she said, and turnedher back upon him. She then seated herself upon the table, expectingthat one of the flowers would come and engage her, but none came, and
Little Ida's Flowers. 35then she coughed "Hem, hem, hem !" but none came for all that. Theshepherd danced all by himself, and not so badly either.Now, as not one of the flowers appeared to see Sophy, she let herselffall from the table on to the floor, with a great noise, which brought allthe flowers about her, and they asked her whether she had not hurt her-self. They were all so kind and polite to her, particularly those that hadlain in her bed. But she had not hurt herself at all, and Ida's flowersthanked her for the beautiful bed, were very attentive to her, and leadingher into the middle of the room, where the moon shone, they dancedwith her. Sophy was delighted, and said they might keep her bed, forshe did not at all mind sleeping in the drawer.But the flowers said, "We thank you from our hearts, but we cannotlive so long, for to-morrow we shall be quite dead. Then tell little Idato bury us where the canary lies, and we shall grow again next summer,when we shall be more beautiful than now."" No, you must not die," Sophy said, kissing them, and just then aquantity of the most beautiful flowers came dancing in through the door.Ida could not at all imagine where they came from, unless from theKing's palace. In front were two beautiful roses, wearing little crownsof gold; these were king and queen. Then followed the prettiest gilli-flowers and pinks, bowing on all sides. They had music of their own,large poppies and peonies blowing away on pea-shells till they werequite red in the face. The snowdrops and bluebells were ringing,exactly as if they had metal bells, so that altogether it was most extra-ordinary music. Then came quantities of other flowers, the blue violetsand the red amaranths, daisies and mayflowers, and all danced together,and kissed each other, that it was delightful to look at them.At length all the flowers wished each other good-night, and thenlittle Ida crept back to her bed, where she dreamed of all she had seen.As soon as she got up the next morning she went to the little tableto see whether the flowers were still there. She drew aside the curtainsof the little bed, and yes, there they lay, but quite withered, a great dealmore so than the day before. Sophy was lying in the drawer, where shehad laid her, and she looked very sleepy."Do you remember what you were to tell me ?" Ida asked, butSophy looked quite stupid, and did not answer one single word." You are not at all good," Ida said, "when all of them danced withyou too." She then took a little paper box, on which the most beautifulbirds were painted, and having opened it, laid the dead flowers in it." That shall be your pretty coffin," she said; " and when my cousinscome, they shall help me to bury you in the garden, so that may yougrow again next summer, and be more beautiful than ever."
36 Andersen's Tales.The two cousins were two lively boys whose names were John andAdolphus. Their father had given each of them a crossbow, which theyhad brought with them to show Ida. She told them of the poor flowerswhich had died the day before, and invited them to be present at thefuneral. The two boys walked on in front, with their crossbows on theirshoulders, and little Ida followed with the dead flowers in the pretty box.They dug a small grave in the garden, and Ida, first having kissed theflowers, placed them with the box in the earth, and the cousins fired theircrossbows over the grave, for they had neither guns nor cannon.,,-
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THE TINDER-BOX.A SOLDIER came marching along the highroad,-one, two! one,two! He had his knapsack at his back and his sword at his side,for he had been in the wars, and was now going home.He fell in with an old witch on the road,- oh, she was so frightful!for her under-lip hung down right upon her breast. "Good day,soldier," she said; "what a beautiful sword and large knapsack you have!You are a real soldier, and shall have as much money as you can possiblywish for.""Thank you, old witch!" the soldier said." Do you see that large tree there ?" the witch said, pointing to onewhich stood by the side of the road. "It is quite hollow, and if youclimb to the top you will see a hole, through which you can let yourselfdown, right to the bottom of it. I will tie a rope round your body, soas to pull you up when you call to me.""And what am I to do down there, inside the tree '?" the soldierasked." Fetch money," the witch said. "For you must know, that whenyou reach the bottom of the tree, you will find yourself in a large halllighted by more than a hundred lamps. Then you will see three doors..which you can open, for the keys are in the locks. If you go into the
38 Andersen's Tales.first room, you will see, in the middle of the floor, a large box on whicha dog is seated; it has eyes like big teacups, but you need not mind it.I will give you my blue check apron, which you must spread out uponthe floor, then walk straight up to the dog, lay hold of it and place itupon my apron, when you can take out as many pennies as you like. Itis all copper money; but if you would rather have silver you must go intothe next room. There sits a dog with eyes as large as the wheels of awater-mill, but do not let that trouble you, for if you place it on myapron you can take the money. If, however, you prefer gold, you canhave that too, and as much of it as you like to carry, by going into thethird room. But the dog that is seated on the money-box has two eyes,each one as big as the Round Tower of Copenhagen. That is a dogbut never mind him, only put him upon my apron, when he will nothurt you, and you can take as much gold out of the box as you like."" That is not so bad," the soldier said; "but what must I give you,you old witch, for of course you want something ?""No," the witch said, "not a single penny do I want. For me youneed only bring an old tinder-box, which my grandmother forgot the lasttime she was in there.""Well, then, tie the rope round me at once," the soldier said."Here it is," the witch said; " and here, too, is my blue check apron."Then the soldier climbed up the tree, let himself slip down throughthe hole, and found himself, as the witch had said, down below, in thelarge hall where the many hundred lamps were burning.Now he opened the first door, and, sure enough, there sat the dogwith eyes like big cups, staring at him." Well, you are a pretty fellow," the soldier said, placed him uponthe apron, and filled his pockets with pence, after which he locked the box,and having put the dog back upon it, went into the next room, where hefound the dog with eyes like mill-wheels."Now, you shouldn't look at me in that way, for it may strain youreyes and injure your sight," the soldier said. He then seated the dogupon the apron; and no sooner did he see all the silver in the box thanhe threw away the copper money he had, and filled his pockets and knap-sack with the more valuable metal. He then went into the third room,and it was an ugly beast he saw there. The dog's eyes were, indeed, aslarge as the Round Tower, and kept turning round in its head exactlylike mill-wheels." Good-day to you," the soldier said, touching his cap, for such a doghe had never seen in all his life, but after examining him for a time, hethought that was enough, so he took him down and opened the box.Good gracious what a quantity of gold was there With that he could
The Tinder-box. 39buy the whole of Copenhagen, and all the gingerbread horses, all the tinsoldiers, whips, and rocking-horses in the whole world. There was aquantity of gold! He now threw out all the silver with which hehad filled his pockets and knapsack, and replaced it by gold. Yes, hispockets, the knapsack, his cap, and even his boots, were filled with it,so that he could scarcely walk. He was now rich, so he put the dogback on the box, shut the door, and called out to the old witch,-"Now pull me up."" And have you got the tinder-box ?" the old witch asked." Well to be sure, that I had clean forgotten," the soldier said, so hewent back and fetched it. The witch pulled him up, and there he stoodagain on the highroad, but with his pockets, his knapsack, cap, andboots filled with gold." And what do you intend to do with the tinder-box ?" he asked." That is no business of yours," the witch said. "You have got yourgold, so give me my tinder-box.""What does this mean ?" the soldier cried: "tell me at once whatyou want to do with the tinder-box, or I'll draw my sword and cut offyour head."" No," the witch said.So the soldier cut off her head, and there she lay. But he tied upall his gold in her apron, slung it across his shoulder, and thrusting thetinder-box into his pocket, walked on, straight to the town.That was a beautiful town, and he turned into the very grandesthotel, where he bespoke the best rooms, and ordered his favourite dishes,for he was rich now that he had so much money.It certainly struck the servant, as he cleaned his boots, that theywere most wretched things to belong, to so rich a gentleman, for he hadnot yet bought any new ones, but the next day he got good boots andfine clothes. Now the soldier had become a gentleman of rank, and hewas told of all the wonders that were to be seen in the town, of the King,and what a pretty princess his daughter was." How can one get to see her ?" the soldier asked." She is not to be seen at all," they all said, "for she lives in a brasscastle surrounded by many walls and towers. No one but the Kinghimself can go in and out there, it having been prophesied that she willbe married to a common soldier, to which the King cannot consent."" I should like to see her," the soldier thought, but nohow could hegain permission to do so.Now he led a merry life, visited the theatre, drove about in the King'sgarden, and gave a great deal of money to the poor, which was very goodof him; but he recollected from former times, how miserable it is not to
40 Andersen's Tales.possess a penny. He was now rich, had beautiful clothes and manyfriends, who all said, that he was a first-rate fellow and a real gentleman,which the soldier liked to hear. But as he spent money every day andnever received any, it happened after a while that he only had a shillingleft; so he was obliged to give up his splendid rooms, where he had lived,and go into a small garret under the tiles, and clean and mend his ownboots; and no more of his friends came to see him, for there were somany stairs to mount.It had grown quite dark and he could not even buy a candle, butthen he bethought himself that there was a small taper in the tinder-boxwhich he had got out of the hollow tree. He got the flint and steel outof the box, and no sooner had he struck a few sparks, then the dog,which had eyes as big as a tea-cup and which he had seen in the tree,stood before him, and said, "What are your commands, sir ?""How is this ?" he said. " That is a good sort of tinder-box, if Ican so easily get all I want by means of it. Procure me some money,"he said to the dog. In an instant it was gone, and almost at the samemoment was back again, with a purse of money in its jaws.Now the soldier knew what a valuable tinder-box it was. If hestruck the flint once the dog that sat on the box containing the coppermoney appeared; if twice, that which had care of the silver; and if threetimes, there came the dog that guarded the gold. The soldier nowmoved back to his splendid rooms, and reappeared in fine clothes, whenall his friends immediately recognized him again, and made much of him.It occurred to him once, that it was something very extraordinarythere was no seeing the Princess. By all accounts it appeared she wasvery beautiful, but what was the good of that if she was always to beshut up in the brazen castle with the many towers ? " Cannot I get tosee her anyhow?" he said; "where is my tinder-box ?" He struckfire, and on the instant the dog with eyes like a tea-cup appeared." It is true it is the middle of the night," the soldier said, "but Ishould so very much like to see the Princess, only for a moment."The dog was gone in an instant, and before the soldier thought itpossible was back again with the Princess. She was lying asleep onits back, and so lovely, that every one could see at once she was a realprincess. The soldier could not possibly resist kissing her, for he wasa true soldier.Then the dog ran back with the Princess, but the next morningwhen the King and Queen were taking their breakfast with her shesaid she had had a most extraordinary dream of a dog and a soldier.That she had ridden on the dog, and the soldier had kissed her." That is a pretty story indeed !" the Queen said.
The Tinder-box. 41It was now settled, that the next night one of the old ladies of thecourt should sit up by the Princess's bed-side, in order to see whether itwas really a dream, or how it might be.The soldier had an irresistible desire to see the Princess again, sothe dog came in the night, took her up, and ran off as fast as possible,but the old lady immediately put on a pair of magic boots and followedquite as quickly, and when she saw that they disappeared in a largehouse, she thought, " Now I'll know where it is," so made a large crosson the door, with a piece of chalk. She then went home to bed, andthe dog returned with the Princess. But the dog had seen that a crosswas chalked on the door of the house where the soldier lived, so he tooka piece of chalk too, and made a cross on all the doors of the town, whichwas cleverly done, for now the old lady could not find the proper door,as there were crosses on them all.Early the next morning, the King and Queen, the old lady and allthe officers of the court, came to see where the Princess had been." Here it is," the King said when he saw the first door with thecross upon it." No, there it is, my dear husband," the Queen said, seeing the seconddoor with the cross." But here is one, and there is one," they all said, for whichever waythey looked, there was a cross on the doors, so they saw well that theirlooking would be of no avail.The Queen, however, was a very clever woman, and could do morethings than drive in her carriage, so she took her large golden scissors,cut up a large piece of silk, and made a pretty little bag, which she filledwith buckwheat meal and tied it round the Princess's neck. When thiswas done, she cut a small hole in the bag, so that the meal falling outwould strew the road the whole way the Princess might take.In the night the dog came again, took the Princess on his back, andcarried her to the soldier, who loved her dearly, and wished so much hewere a prince that he might marry her.The dog did not notice how the meal strewed the whole of the way,from the castle to the soldier's window, where he ran up the wall withthe Princess. The following morning the King and Queen saw plainlywhere their daughter had been, so they had the soldier taken and putin prison.There he was, and oh! how dark and frightful it was there, nor wasit cheering when he was told, " To-morrow you are to be hanged." Itwas not pleasant to hear, and his tinder-box he had left behind him atthe hotel. In the morning he could see, through the bars of his prison
42 Andersen's Tales.window, how the people were hurrying to the place of execution to seehim hanged. He heard the drum, and saw the soldiers marching. Allwere running to get out of the town in time, and amongst the rest ashoemaker's boy with his apron on, and in slippers, one of which flewoff as he ran along, right against the wall, where the soldier was lookingout through the prison window." Here, you shoemaker's boy," the soldier said to him, " you neednot hurry so, for there will be nothing to see till I come; but if you willrun to where I lived, and fetch me my tinder-box, you shall have ashilling. But you must make good use of your legs." The boy waswilling enough to earn the shilling, so he ran and fetched the tinder-box, which he gave the soldier, and Yes, now it comes!Outside the town a high gallows was erected, and all round itstood soldiers, besides several hundred thousand people. The King andQueen sat upon a beautiful throne, and opposite to them the judges andall the council.The soldier stood already on the top of the ladder, but when theywere about to put the rope round his neck, he said, that the condemnedwere always granted any innocent desire before undergoing theirpunishment. He wished so much to smoke one pipe of tobacco, thelast he should get in this world.This the King did not like to refuse, so the soldier took out histinder-box and struck fire. One-two-three, and immediately thethree dogs stood before him, the one with eyes like a tea-cup, that witheyes like a mill-wheel, and the one with eyes like the Round Tower ofCopenhagen."Help me now, that I may not be hanged," the soldier said; andthe dogs fell at once upon the judges and the council, catching one bythe legs and another by the nose, and threw them up so high in the air,that when they fell down they were all smashed to pieces."1 You must not touch me," the King said, but the biggest of thedogs caught hold of him as well as the Queen, and threw them afterthe others. Then the soldiers were frightened, and all the peoplecried, " Good soldier, you shall be our king, and marry the beautifulPrincess."They then seated him in the King's carriage, and the dogs sprangon in front, crying, " Hurrah !" The boys whistled with their fingers,and the soldiers presented arms. The Princess came out of the brazentower, and was elected Queen, which pleased her well enough. Themarriage-feast lasted a whole week, and the dogs sat at table with theothers, making eyes at those around them.
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THE PRINCESS ON THE BEAN.T HERE was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess, but itMust be a real Princess. So he travelled about the whole worldto find such an one, but everywhere there was something in the way.Princesses there were plenty, but whether they were real Princesses hecould not satisfy himself, for there was always something that did notseem quite right. He, therefore, came home again and was quite sad, forhe wished so very much to have a real Princess.One night a terrific storm came on; it thundered and lightened, andthe rain poured down, that it was quite dreadful. There was thena knocking at the gate of the town, and the old King went to open it.It was a Princess who stood outside at the gate. And, goodheavens what a state she was in. The water ran down from her hairand her clothes, in at the toes of her shoes and out at the heels, but sheaid she was a real Princess." Well, that we'll soon find out," the old Queen thought; said how-ever nothing, but went into the bed-room and having taken all the thingsoff the bed, laid a small bean upon the slabs, upon which she heapedtwenty mattresses, and then twenty eider-down beds upon the mattresses
44 Andersen's Tales.There the Princess was to lie that night.In the morning she was asked how she had slept."Oh, abominably badly !" she answered. "I have scarcely closed myeyes the whole night. Heaven knows what there may have been in thebed! but I lay upon something hard, so that I am black and blue allover my body. It is quite dreadful."It was evident, then, that she was a real Princess, since she had feltthe bean through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.No one could have so very fine a sense of feeling but a real Princess.So the Prince married her, for he knew that now he had a realPrincess; and the bean was placed in the royal museum, where it maystill be seen if no one has taken it away.Now, this is a true story."^.\ _,,
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\ l, 7THE EMPEROR S NEW CLOTHES.
THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES.M]ANY years ago there lived an Emperor who was so excessivelyfond of new clothes, that he spent all his money in order to bewell dressed. He did not care about his soldiers, nor did he care forthe theatre, neither was he fond of driving out, excepting for the sake ofshowing his new clothes. He had a different coat for every hour of theday, and just as one says of a King, he is in the council, so it was herealways said, " The Emperor is in his dressing-room."In the large city where he lived, it was very gay, for every dayfresh visitors arrived; and one day there came amongst others twoimpostors, who pretended to be weavers, and that they had the secret ofweaving the most beautiful fabrics that could be imagined. Not onlywere the colours and designs pretended to be uncommonly beautiful, butthat the fabric possessed the wonderful peculiarity of being invisible toevery one who was either unfit for his situation, or unpardonably stupid." Clothes made of that material would be inestimable," the Emperorthought. " If I had such on, I could discover which men in my empireare unfit for the offices they hold, and could at once distinguish theclever from the stupid. That stuff must be at once woven for me." Sohe gave an order to the two impostors, and a large sum of money, inorder that they might begin their work at once.They set up two looms, and did as if they were working, but there
46 Andersen's Tales.was nothing at all on the looms. Straightway they required the finestsilk, and the most beautiful gold thread to work into their stuffs, whichthey put into their pockets, and worked away at the bare looms till lateat night."I should like to know how they have got on with the stuff," theEmperor thought; but at the same time he was greatly embarrassedwhen he thought of it, that he who was stupid or ill-fitted for hissituation, could not see it. Now, he had no doubts about himself, butyet he thought it as well, first to send some one else, to see how it wasgetting on Every one in the city knew the peculiarity of the fabric,and every one was anxious to see how unfit for his situation, or howstupid his neighbour was." I will send my old, honest minister to the weavers," the Emperorthought. " He will be best able to judge how the fabric succeeds, for hehas sense, and no one is better fitted for his office than he."So the good old minister went to the room where the two impostorswere working at their bare looms. "Heaven preserve me!" the oldminister thought, and he opened his eyes wide. "Why I cannot seeanything." But that he did not say.Both impostors begged of him to step nearer, and they asked whetherhe did not think the design pretty and the colours beautiful ? Theythen pointed to the bare loom, and the poor old minister opened his eyesstill wider, but yet he could see nothing, for there was not anything tosee. " Can it be possible," he thought, " that I am stupid ? That Iwould never have believed, and no one must know it. Or is it that Iam not fit for my office ? It will never do to tell that I cannot seethe stuff!"" Well, you say nothing to our work," one of the weavers said."Oh, it is very pretty! quite beautiful!" the old minister said,looking through his spectacles. " The design and the colours Yes,I shall not fail to tell the Emperor that it pleases me very much.""We are delighted to hear it," both the weavers said; and thenthey mentioned all the different colours, and explained the curiousdesign. The old minister paid great attention, that he might use thesame words when he returned to the Emperor: and he did so.The impostors now applied for more money, more silk, and moregold, to be used in their weaving, which they put in their pockets, fornot a single thread was put upon the looms, though they continued theirpretended work as heretofore.The Emperor soon after sent another able statesman to see how theweaving got on, and whether the stuff would soon be ready. With him
The Emperor's New Clothes. 47it was exactly as with the other, he looked and looked, but as there wasnothing besides the bare loom, he could see nothing." Well is not that beautiful stuff ?" the two impostors asked; andthey explained the magnificent design which did not exist."I am not stupid," the man thought, "so it must be my goodappointment that I am unfit for. That would be funny enough, but itmust never be suspected." So he praised the fabric which he did notsee, and assured them he was highly pleased with the beautiful designand colours. " Oh, it is lovely," he said to the Emperor.Every one in the city spoke of the magnificent fabric.The Emperor was now desirous of seeing it himself, whilst still onthe loom, so with a host of chosen followers, amongst whom were alsothe two honest statesmen who had been before, he went to the two artfulimpostors, who now worked away with all their might, though withouta fibre or thread." Is that not magnificent ?" the two honest statesmen asked. " Willnot your Majesty look more closely into it and examine the design andbeautiful colours ?" and they pointed to the bare loom, for, they thought,that the others could see the fabric." How is this ?" the Emperor thought. "Why, I see nothing atall, it is quite dreadful. Can it be that I am stupid, or am I not fit tobe Emperor ? That would be. the most dreadful thing that could happento me. Yes, it is very beautiful !" he said. " It has my highest ap-probation ;" and he nodded with apparent satisfaction at the bare loom,for he would not confess that he did not see anything. All his followerslooked and looked, seeing no more than the others, but they said thesame as the Emperor, " Yes, it is very beautiful!" and they advisedhim to wear the clothes of that magnificent fabric at the approachinggrand procession. " It is delightful, charming, excellent !" passed frommouth to mouth, and all seemed really delighted. The Emperor decreedan order to each of the impostors to wear in their button-holes, with thetitle of Court weaver.The whole night before the day on which the procession was totake place, the impostors were up, and had more than twenty lightsburning. Every one could see that they were very busy getting theEmperor's new clothes ready. They made appear as if they took thestuff off the loom, cut away in the air with large shears, and sewed withneedles without thread, and said at length, " See, now the clothes areready."The Emperor himself came with his chief nobility, and bothimpostors raised one arm, exactly as if they were holding something up,
48 Andersen's Tales.and said, "These are the small-clothes; this is the coat; here is themantle," and so on, " all as light as a cobweb, that one might think onehad nothing on; but just in that consists the beauty."" Yes," all the nobility said; but they saw nothing, for there wasnothing." If your Imperial Majesty will please to take off your clothes," theimpostors said, "we will put the new ones on for you here, before thelooking-glass."The Emperor took off all his clothes; and the impostors pretendedto help him on with one article after another of the new garments; andthe Emperor bent and turned his body about before the looking-glass." Oh, how becoming they are! how beautifully they fit !" all said."The pattern and colours are perfect ; that is a magnificent costume."The chief usher said, " The canopy, which is to be carried overyour majesty in the procession is waiting for your majesty without."" Well, I am ready," the Emperor said. " Do not the things fitwell?" And then he turned again to the looking-glass, for he wishedit to appear as if he were examining his attire carefully.The pages, who were to carry the train, stooped, and pretended tolay hold of something on the ground, as if they were raising the train,which they then pretended to hold up, for they would not have it appearthat they could not see anything.So the Emperor walked in the procession, under the magnificentcanopy; and all the people in the street and in the windows said, " TheEmperor's clothes are not to be equalled; and what a magnificent trainhe has!" No one would let it appear that he did not see anything, forif so, he would have been.unfit for his situation, or very stupid. Noclothes of the Emperor's had ever had so much success as these." But he has nothing on," said at length a little child." Good heavens! listen to the innocent thing's voice!" its fathersaid. And one whispered to the other what the child had uttered." But he has nothing on !" all the people cried at last.This perplexed the Emperor, for it appeared to him that they wereright; but he said to himself, "Now that I have begun it I must goon with the procession." And the pages continued to carry the trainwhich had no existence.
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THE LITLE MRMAID-
THE LITTLE MERMAID.FAR out in the sea the water is as blue as the most beautiful corn-flower, and as transparent as the clearest glass; but it is verydeep,- deeper than any ship's cable can reach- and many church-spires would have to be placed one on the top of the other to reach fromthe bottom above the surface of the water. There below live the peopleof the sea.Now it must not be imagined that the bottom is merely bare whitesand; no, the most curious trees and plants grow there, the stems andleaves of which are so pliant, that the slightest agitation of the watermoves them, just as if they were alive. All the fish, large and small,slip through the branches like the birds here, in the air above. In thevery deepest part lies the Sea-King's palace, the walls of which are ofcoral, the long, pointed windows being of the purest amber, and theroof is formed of mussel-shells, that open and shut according to theflowing of the waters, which has a very beautiful appearance, for ineach lie glistening pearls, of which either would be the chief ornamentin the crown of a queen.The Sea-King there below had been a widower for many years, andhis old mother conducted his household for him. She was a cleverWoman, but very proud of her birth, on which account she wore twelveI`E
50 Andersen's Tales.oysters on her tail, whereas the highest of the nobles were allowed towear only six. In other respects she deserved the highest praise,particularly for her great care of her granddaughters. These were sixbeautiful children. But the youngest was the most beautiful of all; herskin was as clear and smooth as the leaf of a rose, and her eyes as blueas the deepest sea; but, like her sisters, she had no feet, her bodyending in the tail of a fish.The whole day they could play in the large halls of the palace,where living flowers grew out of the walls. When the amber windowswere thrown open, the fish swam in, as with us the swallows fly intothe room; but the fish swam straight up to the Princesses, eating outof their hands, and allowing themselves to be stroked by them.In front of the palace was a large garden, with deep red and darkblue trees, the fruit of which shone like gold, and the flowers were likethe brightest fire, the stems and leaves being in perpetual movement.The ground was the finest sand, but blue, like the flame of burningsulphur, and, indeed, a peculiar blue tint pervaded everything, so thatone would have thought one*was high up in the air, with sky abovesnd below, rather than at the bottom of the sea.During very calm weather the sun could be seen, looking like apurple flower, from the calyx of which streamed all the light.Each princess had a little piece of ground in the garden, where shecould dig and plant as best pleased her. The one gave her garden theform of a whale, whilst another preferred hers looking like a mermaid;but the youngest made hers round, like the sun, and planted it onlywith flowers of the same colour as the sun. She was a strange child,quiet and thoughtful; and whilst her sisters delighted in all the beauti-ful things they got from wrecked vessels, she, besides her flowers thatwere like the sun, cared only for a beautiful little statue of a boy, of purewhite marble, which had fallen down from some vessel to the bottom ofthe sea. She planted a rose-coloured weeping willow by the side of herstatue, which it covered with its branches, hanging down towards theblue sand, where they cast violet shadows, in constant movement likethe branches themselves. It had the appearance as if the top of the treeand the roots were playing, and wished to kiss each other.Nothing gave her so much pleasure as to hear about the worldabove, and her old grandmother had to tell all she knew of ships, cities,men and beasts: but of all things it seemed to her most delightful, thatthe flowers on the earth had scent, which those of the sea had not; thatthe woods were green; and that the fish, which were there seen amongstthe trees, sang so loud and beautifully that it was a pleasure to listen to
The Little Mermaid. 51them. These were the birds, which the grandmother called fish, forotherwise they would not have understood her, as they had never yetseen a bird." When you have reached your fifteenth year," the grandmothersaid, "you will be allowed to rise up to the top of the sea, where, seatedon a rock in the moonlight, you will see the largo ships sail past, andalso see cities and forests." The following year the eldest sister wouldbe fifteen, and as there was a year's difference in all their ages, theyoungest would consequently have five full years to wait before beingallowed to come up from the bottom of the sea, and see how all lookedwith us. But the eldest promised to tell the others what she shouldsee, and find the most beautiful on the first day, for their grandmotherdid not tell them near enough, and there remained much they wished toknow about.Not one had such a strong desire after this knowledge as theyoungest, just the one that had the longest to wait, and who was so quietand" thoughtful. Many a night she stood at the open window watchingthe fish, how they moved their fins and tails about in the water. Shecould see the moon, and stars, which certainly appeared paler than withus, but through the water they seemed much larger than appears to oureyes; and when anything dark, like a cloud, passed between them andher, she knew that it must be either a whale-fish, or a ship full of humanbeings, into whose heads it certainly did not enter that a pretty youngMermaid was standing below, raising up her white hands towards them.The eldest Princess was now fifteen years old, and might rise up tothe surface of the sea.On her return she had a hundred different things to tell, but themost beautiful of all, she said, had been lying on a sandbank in the calmsea, with the moon shining, and looking at a large city on the coastclose by, where the lights glittered like hundreds of stars; to hear themusic, and the noise made by the men and the conveyances of differentsorts; to see the church-spires, and to listen to the ringing of the bells,and she felt the greater longing for all these; just because she could notget there.Oh! how attentively the youngest sister listened, and as she, later inthe evening, stood at the open window looking up through the darkwater, she thought of the large city and the noise, and then she thoughtshe heard the ringing of the bells.The following year, the second sister's turn came to rise up throughthe water, and to swim whither she felt inclined. She rose to the topjust as the sun was going down, and this sight she thought the most
52 A ndersen's Tales.beautiful. The whole sky looked like gold, she said, and the beauty ofthe clouds she could not describe, as they sailed over her head, red andviolet-coloured, but still faster than these flew a flock of wild swans,across the water towards where the sun was. She herself swam in thesame direction, but the sun went down, and the rose-coloured tint fadedfrom the water and the clouds.The next year the third sister rose to the surface of the water, andshe was the boldest of them, for she swam up a broad river which flowedinto the sea. She saw beautiful green hills covered with vines; she sawcastles and farm-houses appearing from amongst magnificent forests; andheard how the birds sang, the sun shining so hot that she often had todive under the water, in order to cool her burning face. In a little creekshe came upon a number of children, who were splashing about in thewater quite naked. She wished to play with them, but they ran awayfrightened, and a little black animal, namely a dog, came and barked sofiercely at her, that she was quite afraid and sought the open sea again.She could never forget the magnificent forests, the green hills, and thepretty children that could swim, although they had no fishes' tails.The fourth sister was not so bold, remaining out in the middle of thevast sea, and she maintained that just there it was the most beautiful, forthat one could see for miles around, with the sky above like a glass bell,She had seen ships, but only far off in the distance, looking like littledark specks, and the funny dolphins turning summersets, and the largewhales throwing up the water through their nostrils, that it looked likehundreds of fountains.Now the fifth sister's turn came, and, as her birthday happened to bein winter, she saw what the others had not seen the first time. The sealooked quite green, and round about large icebergs were floating, which,she said, looked like pearls, but were much larger than the church-steeples that men build. They were of the most extraordinary forms,and sparkled like diamonds. She had seated herself upon one of thelargest, the wind playing with her long hair, and towards evening thesky became overcast; it thundered and lightened, whilst the black searaised the large blocks of ice high up, and they glittered with the re-flection of the red lightning. On all the vessels the sails were taken in,and there was fear and trembling, as they sought to steer clear of thehuge masses of ice, but she sat calmly watching the lightning passingin zig-zag through the air, till lost in the sea.The first time that either of the sisters came up to the top of thewater, she was delighted with the beauty and novelty of all she saw, butnow, that as grown-up girls they could rise up when they chose, it
Thie Little Mermaid. 53became indifferent to them; and after the lapse of a month they said, thatdown below it was most beautiful, as there they felt at home.Often of an evening the five sisters, arm in arm, rose to the surfaceof the water. They had beautiful voices, far more beautiful than anyhuman being; and when a storm was coming on, and they might expectthe ships to be wrecked, they swam before them, singing so delightfullyhow beautiful it was at the bottom of the sea, and begging the sailorsnot to fear going down: but these could not understand their words,thinking it was the storm, nor did they ever see the splendour therebelow, for when the ship sank they were drowned, and as dead bodiesonly reached the Sea-King's palace.When the sisters rose thus, arm in arm, from their dwelling below,the little sister stood alone watching them, and she felt as if she mustcry, but a Mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers far more."Oh, were I but fifteen!" she would say. " I know that I shall lovethe world above, and the beings that inhabit it, with all my heart."At length she was fifteen."4 Well, now you are grown up," her grandmother, the old widowedqueen, said, " come that I may decorate you like your sisters;" and sheplaced a wreath of lilies on her head, of which each leaf was the half ofa pearl, and let eight large oysters stick fast on the princess's tail, inorder to show her rank." Oh, how it hurts !" the Little Mermaid said."Yes, rank has its inconveniences," the old Queen answered.She would so gladly have thrown off all this magnificence, for thered flowers of her garden would have become her better, but she couldnot help herself. "Farewell!" she cried, and rose up in the water, aslight as a bladder.The sur, had just gone down, as her head appeared above the water,but the clouds still glittered like roses and gold, and in the midst of thelight red sky the evening star sparkled so bright and beautiful, the airwas mild and the sea quite calm. There lay a large ship with threemasts, she had all her sails spread, for scarcely a breath of air was stir-ring, and the sailors sat about in the rigging. On board there wasmusic and singing, and as the evening grew darker hundreds of variegatedlamps were lighted, which looked like the flags of all nations waving inthe air. The Little Mermaid swam right up to the cabin window, andeach time that she rose with a wave, she could look into the room,where there were several richly dressed men, but by far the handsomestof all was a young Prince, with large black eyes. He could not be morethan sixteen years old, and this being his birthday was the cause of all
54 Andersen's Tales.the splendour. The sailors were dancing, and when the young Princeappeared on deck, more than a hundred rockets rose up in the air, whichthrew light around like day, so that the Mermaid was very muchfrightened, and dived down under the water; but her head soon appearedagain, and it was just as if all the stars of heaven were falling downupon her. She had never seen any fireworks before. Splendid sunswhirled round, and serpents of fire rose up in the air, all being reflectedin the clear calm sea. On the vessel itself it was so light, that onecould see every rope, much more the men. Oh! how handsome theyoung Prince was, and smiling he pressed the sailors' hands, whilst themusic sounded through the clear night.It was growing late, but the Little Mermaid could not turn her eyesaway from the ship and the handsome Prince. The lamps were put out,no more rockets rose up in the air, nor did the cannon sound any longer;but deep down in the sea there was a rumbling and rolling noise, whilstshe was rocked up and down on the waves, so that she could see into thecabin window. The ship now began to make more way, one sail after theother was unfurled, the waves rose higher, and black clouds began to ap-pear whilst it lightened in the distance. It threatened to be bad weather,and the sailors therefore again furled the sails. The large ship rockedto and fro in its rapid course on the wild sea, and the water rose likeblack mountains, threatening to overwhelm it, but it dived down like aswan between the high waves, appearing again on the heaped-up waters.The Little Mermaid thought this most delightful, but it did not seem soto the sailors, for momentarily the ship's distress increased. The thickplanks began to yield to the pressure of the waves, and the water burstinto the vessel, the mast now snapped in two as if it were only a reed,and the ship lay entirely at the mercy of the waves. The Little Mer-maid now saw that they were in danger, and she had to be on herguard against beams and pieces of the ship which were floating on thewater. One moment it was so pitch-dark, that she could see nothing,but when it lightened it became so light again that she could recognizeall on board the vessel. In particular she sought the young Prince, andshe saw him, as the ship disappeared, sink into the depth of the sea.Her first feeling was that of delight, for he would now come down toher, but then she bethought herself that human beings could not live inthe water, and that he would not reach her father's palace otherwisethan dead. Die he must not, and therefore she swam between beamsand planks which were floating on the sea without a thought that shemight be crushed by them, dived down deep under the water, risingagain between the waves, and thus at length reached the spot where the
The Little Mermaid. 55Prince with difficulty kept himself afloat. He was nearly exhausted,his beautiful eyes closing, and he must have died had not the Little Mer-maid come to his assistance. She held his head above the water, andallowed herself to be borne along with him at the will of the waves.In the morning the storm had subsided, but of the ship not a splinterwas to be seen; the sun rose red and bright, and it appeared as if lifereturned to the Prince's cheeks, but his eyes remained closed. TheMermaid kissed his beautiful, high forehead, stroking back his wet hair,and it seemed to her that he resembled the marble statue down below inher little garden. She kissed him, and wished he might come to lifeagain.She now saw land before her with high blue mountains, on the topsof which lay the snow as if it were swan's down. Below on the coastwere beautiful green woods, and in front stood a church or convent, shedid not know exactly which, but it was a building at any rate. In thegarden there grew lemon and orange-trees, and before the gates stoodhigh palm-trees. The sea here formed a little creek, where the waterwas calm but very deep, and under the cliffs were firm white sands. Tothese she swam with the handsome Prince, and laid him in the sand,taking care that his head lay high in the warm sunshine.Now the bells began to ring in the large white building, and manyyoung girls came through the garden, when the Little Mermaid swamfurther out behind some rocks that rose from the water, and she laidsome of the foam of the sea on her hair and her breast, so that she mightnot be noticed. Then she watched to see who would come to the poorPrince.Not long after a young girl came to the spot where he lay; at firstshe seemed frightened, but only for a moment, when she called severalothers, and the Mermaid saw that the Prince came to life, smiling on allaround him, but on her out in the sea he did not smile, for how should heknow that it was she who had saved him ? She felt quite sorrowful, andwhen he was led into the large building, she dived down under thewater in sadness returning to her father's palace.She had always been quiet and thoughtful, but she was now muchmore so. Her sisters asked her what she had seen, but she did notanswer them.Many an evening and morning she returned to where she had leftthe Prince. She saw how the fruit of the garden ripened and wasgathered, she saw how the snow on the high mountains melted, but thePrince she did not see, and sadder and sadder she returned home. Itwas now her only consolation to sit in her little garden, with her arms
56 Andersen's Talesaround the beautiful marble statue, but her flowers she did not attend to,so that they grew wild across the paths, winding amongst the branchesof the trees till it was quite dark there.At length she could bear it no longer, and told one of her sisters,when the others knew it too, but none besides these and a couple ofother mermaids, who spread it no further than amongst their intimatefriends. One of them knew who the Prince was; she had seen the re-joicing on board the vessel, and told whence he came and where hiskingdom lay." Come, little sister," the other Princesses said, and arm in arm theyrose with her, swimming to where they knew the Prince's palace stood.This was built of a light yellow sparkling stone, with large marblesteps, which ran down into the sea. Splendid gilt domes rose above theroof, and between the pillars, which quite surrounded the building, weremarble statues, which looked as if they were alive. Through the clearglass in the high windows, the most magnificent rooms could be seen,with costly silk curtains, and the walls all hung with beautiful paintingswhich were delightful to behold. In the middle of the largest room afountain threw up its sparkling waters to the glass dome in the roof,through which the sun shone upon the water and the beautiful plantswhich grew in the basin.She now knew where he lived, and there she was on the water manyan evening and many a night; she swam much nearer the land thaneither of the others had ventured to do, and even made her way along thewhole length of the canal, up to the magnificent marble terrace, whichthrew a long shadow over the water. Here she sat and watched theyoung Prince, who thought himself quite alone in the clear moonlight.She saw him many an evening sailing with music in his beautifulboat; she listened from amidst the green reeds, and when any one sawher long silvery veil, waving in the air, he thought it was a swanspreading out its wings.At night when the fishermen were out by torchlight, she heard themsay so much in praise of the young Prince, that she felt delighted shehad saved his life when half dead he could no longer struggle with thewaves, and she thought how his head had rested on her bosom, and howshe had kissed him, but of that he knew nothing, and could not evendream of her.She began to love the human race more and more, and more andmore she wished she could dwell amongst them, for their world appearedmuch la ger to. her than hers.. They could cross the seas in ships, andthey could climb the high mountains high up above the clouds, and tL&
The Little Mermaut. 57territory they possessed with forests and fields stretched further than hereye could reach. There were so many things she wished to know, buther sisters could not answer all her questions, and therefore she had toask her grandmother, who knew the upper world well, and called it thelands above the sea." If men are not drowned," the Little Mermaid asked, " do they livefor ever ? do they not die, as we here below in the sea ?"" Yes," the old grandmother answered, " they must die, too; andtheir life is even shorter than ours. We may live for three hundredyears; but then, when we cease to exist, we only turn to foam on thewater, and have not even a grave here below amongst those we love.We have no immortal soul, we never come to life again; we are likethe green reeds, which, if once broken, can never become green again;whereas men have a soul which lives for ever,--lives after the body hasturned to dust. It takes its flight through the clear air up to theshining stars, and the same as we rise up out of the water and beholdthe lands of men, so they rise to beautiful, unknown places, which weshall never see."" Why did we not receive an immortal soul ?" the Little Mermaidsaid sadly. " I would gladly give my hundreds of years that I have tolive to be a man for only one .day, and have part in the heavenlykingdom."" You must not think of that," the old grandmother said; " we feelmuch happier and are better than the men above."" I must die, then, and become foam on the top of the water, andnot hear the music of the waves, nor see the beautiful flowers and thered sun. Can I not do anything to gain an immortal soul ?"" No," was the answer; " only if a man were to love you so thatyou would be more to him than father or mother; if he clung to youwith all his thoughts and all his love, and let the priest lay his righthand in yours, with the promise of fidelity now and to all eternity, thenhis soul would flow into your body, and you would have part in thefelicity of mankind. He would give you a soul, and still keep his own.But that can never be. Just that which is a beauty here in the sea,namely, your fish's tail, is thought ugly on earth. They know nobetter; and to be beautiful one must have two sturdy props, which theycall legs."Then the Little Mermaid sighed, and looked down sadly upon herfish's tail." Let us be happy," the old grandmother said. " We will jumpand dance during the three hundred years we have to live. which is long
S A ndersen's Tales.enough in all conscience, and then we shall rest all the better. To-nightthere is a state ball."There was splendour, such as is never seen on earth. The wallsand the ceiling of the large dancing-hall were of thick but clear crystal.Several hundred colossal mussel-shells, red and green, stood in rows oneither side, with a blue burning flame, which lighted up the hall, andshone through the walls, so that the whole sea around was bright.Innumerable shoals of fish, large and small, were seen swimming about,the scales of some being scarlet, and of others like silver and gold. Inthe middle, through the hall, flowed a broad stream, and in this themermaids and men danced to their own lovely singing. The beings onearth have not such beautiful voices. The Little Mermaid sang morebeautifully than any of them, so that she was very much applauded,and for a moment she experienced a feeling of pleasure, for she knewthat she had the most beautiful voice of all on earth or in the sea. Butsoon again she thought of the world above her. She could not forgetthe handsome Prince, and her sorrow at not possessing an immortal soul.Then she stole out from her father's palace, and whilst all within wasmerriment and happiness, she sat in deep sorrow in her little garden.She now heard a horn sound through the water, and she thought, 'Thatis no doubt the Prince sailing there above, he for whom I care morethan for father or mother, he in whom all my desires centre, and inwhose hands I would trust my life's happiness. I will venture every-thing to gain him and an immortal soul. Whilst my sisters are dancingin my father's palace I will go to the Water-witch, of whom I havealways been so afraid; but she can, perhaps, advise and help me.'Now the Little Mermaid left her garden, and went to the roaringwhirlpool, beyond which the Water-witch dwelled. She had never beenthat way before. No flowers grew there,-no sea-grass-only thenaked grey sand stretched towards the whirlpool, where the water whirlsround like boisterous water-wheels, dragging everything it lays hold ofdown into the depths below. Through the middle of this all-destroyingwhirlpool she had to pass in order to reach the domains of the Water-witch; and part of the way she had to cross hot bubbling slime; thisthe witch called her peat-bog. Behind this lay her house, in the midstof a most extraordinary forest. All the trees and bushes were polypi,- half-animal and half-plant-which looked like hundred-headedsnakes growing out of the earth. All the branches were long slimyarms with fingers like pliant worms, and every limb from the root tothe highest point moved. Everything in the sea that they could catchthey laid hold of and never let it go again. The Little Mermaid
T/7e Little Merm aid. 59was quite frightened; her heart beat with fear, and' she nearly turnedback again; but then she thought of the Prince and of the humansoul, which gave her fresh courage. Her long, flowing hair she fastenedup tight round her head, that the polypi might not catch her by it;and, with her hands crossed over her bosom, she swam swiftly betweenthe hateful polypi, which stretched out their pliant arms after her.She saw how each of them held something or other, that it had caught,with hundreds of little arms like strong iron bands. Human beings,that had been drowned and sunk deep down in the sea, remainedas skeletons in the arms of the polypi. They held boxes and rudders ofships, and the skeletons of animals, besides a little mermaid which theyhad caught and smothered; and this was to her the most horrible sightof all.Now she came to a large swampy spot in the forest, where huge fatwater-snakes twisted and twirled about; and in the middle of this spotwas a house built of the bones of wrecked human beings, and there satthe witch, feeding a toad out of her mouth, just as we give a canarysugar, and the snakes hung round her neck."I know already what you want," the witch said; "it is foolishenough of you, but you shall have your wish, since it will bring you tomisery, my pretty Princess. You want to get rid of your fish's tail andhave two legs instead, like a man, so that the young Prince may fall inlove with you, and you may gain him and an immortal soul." Sayingthis the witch laughed so loud. and repulsively that the toad and thesnakes fell to the ground, where they rolled over together. " You comejust in time," she continued, " for to-morrow, after the rising of the sun,I could not have helped you for another year. I will prepare you adraught with which, before the sun rises, you must swim to the land andthere drink it. Then your tail will disappear, shrinking into what mencall legs, but it will give you pain, just as if a sword were being thrustthrough you. All who see you will say you are the most beautifulbeing they have seen, you will retain a floating gait, such as no dancercan equal, but every step you take will be as if you trod on sharp knives,and as if your blood must flow. If you consent to suffer all this I willhelp you.""Yes," the Little Mermaid answered quickly, and she thought of thePrince and of an immortal soul." But, consider," the witch continued, " after you have once assumedthe human form you can never become a mermaid again. You cannever return to your sisters or to your father's palace; and if you do notgain the Prince's love, so that for you he forgets father and mother,
GO Andersen's Tales.clinging to you with body and soul, and if the priest does not join yourhands together so that you are man and wife, you will not gain an im-mortal soul. The first morning after his marriage with another, yourheart will break and you will turn to foam on the water.""I agree," the Little Mermaid said, and she was as pale as death."But I must be paid," the witch resumed, "and it is not little Irequire. You have the most beautiful voice of any here at the bottomof the sea; with that you trust to fascinating him, but that voice youmust give me. The best you possess I require for my invaluabledraught, for it is some of my own blood I must give you, so that it maybe sharp like a two-edged sword."" But if you take my voice what have I left?" the Little Mermaidsaid." Your beautiful person, your floating gait, and your speaking eyes,and these are enough to gain any heart. Well, have you lost yourcourage ? Come, put out your little tongue, which I will cut off in pay-ment for the powerful draught!"" So be it," the Little Mermaid said, and the witch put her kettle onthe fire to boil the magic draught. " Cleanliness is a good thing," shesaid, as she scoured out the kettle with the snakes which she tied in aknot. She then cut open her breast, and let the black blood drop intothe kettle, the steam of which formed such extraordinary figures, enoughto frighten any one. Each moment she threw fresh things into the kettle,and when it boiled thoroughly it was like the crying of a crocodile. Atlength it was ready and looked like the clearest water."There it is," the witch said, and cut off the Little Mermaid'stongue, so that she was now dumb, and could neither sing nor speak."If the polypi should lay hold of you as you pass through myforest," the witch continued, "throw only one drop of this draught uponthem and their arms and fingers will break into a thousand pieces."But that was not necessary, for they drew back frightened when theysaw the sparkling draught, which shone like a star, so she passed quicklythrough the forest, the bog, and the roaring whirlpool.She could see her father's palace. The lights were extinguished,and no doubt all were long past asleep, but she dared not go to themnow that she was dumb, and on the point of leaving them for ever.She felt as if her heart would break with grief. She stole into thegarden, took a flower from each of her sisters' beds, and kissing herhand, she rose up through the dark blue sea.The sun had not yet risen when she reached the Prince's palace, andthe moon was still shining brightly. She drank the magic draught, and
The Little Mermaid. 61it felt as if a two-edged sword were cutting through her tender body, sothat she fainted and lay there as dead. When the sun shone upon thesea she awoke, feeling a cutting pain, but immediately before her stoodthe handsome young Prince, who fixed his coal-black eyes upon her, sothat she cast hers down, and then she perceived that her fish's tail haddisappeared, in the place of which she had the prettiest little white legsthat any girl can have. But she was quite naked, and she thereforecovered herself with her long hair. The Prince asked who she was andhow she came there, and she looked at him mildly, yet at the same timeso sadly, with her dark. blue eyes, but speak she could not. He thentook her by the hand and led her into the palace. Every step she tookwas, as the witch had foretold, as if she were walking on the edge ofsharp knives, but she bore it willingly, and led by the Prince shemounted the steps so lightly that he and every one marvelled at herlovely, floating gait.She had now costly clothes of silk and muslin, and was the mostbeautiful of all in the palace, but she was dumb and could neither speaknor sing. Beautiful female slaves, dressed in silk and gold, sang beforethe Prince and his royal parents, and one sang more delightfully thanall the others, so that the Prince clapped his hands and smiled, whichmade the Little Mermaid quite sad, for she knew that she had sungmuch better, and she thought, "Oh, did he but know that in order tobe near him I have sacrificed my voice for ever."The slaves now danced to beautiful music, and the Little Mermaidrose, stood on the points of her toes, and then floated across the boardsso that none had danced like her, her beauty becoming more strikingat every movement, and her eyes spoke more touchingly to the heartthan the singing of the slaves.All were delighted with her, particularly the Prince, who called herhis little foundling, and she danced more and more, though each timeshe put her foot to the ground it was as if she trod on knives. ThePrince said that she should always remain with him, and she receivedpermission to sleep on a velvet cushion at his door.He had man's clothes made for her so that she might accompanyhim on horseback, and they rode together through the fragrant groveswhere the green boughs touched their shoulders and the little birdssang behind the fresh leaves. She climbed with the Prince up thehighest mountains, and though her tender feet bled so that he could seeit, she only laughed, and still followed him till they saw the cloudsfloating beneath them, like a swarm of birds flying to another country.At night, when the others slept, she would go down the broad
62 Andersen's Tales.marble stairs and cool her burning feet in the cold sea, and her thoughtsthen flew back to those below in the deep.One night her sisters came arm in arm, and they sang so sadly asthey floated on the water. She made signs to them, and when theyrecognized her they told her into what grief she had plunged them all.A after that they came every night, and once she saw, far out in the sea,her old grandmother, who for many years had not risen to the surfaceof the water, as also the Sea-King with the crown upon his head. Theystretched out their hands towards her, but did not venture so far inlandas her sisters.She daily became dearer to the Prince, who loved her as one lovesa good, dear child, but to make her his queen never once entered hishead; and unless she became his wife she would not receive an immortalsoul, but the morning after his marriage with another must becomefoam upon the sea."Do you not love me more than them all?" the Little Mermaid's eyesseemed to say, when he took her in his arms and kissed her beautifulforehead." Yes, you are the dearest to me," the Prince said, "for you havethe best heart and are the most devoted to me, besides that you are likea young girl whom I saw once, but shall never see again. I was onboard a ship that was wrecked, when the waves cast me on land neara holy temple, which was tended by several young girls, of whom theyoungest found me on the shore and saved my life. I saw her onlytwice, and she is the only one in this world whom I could really love,but you are like her and have nearly driven her image from my heart.She belongs to the holy temple, and therefore my good fortune has sentyou to me, and we will never more be parted." " Oh, he does notknow that it was I who saved his life, carrying him through the seato where the temple stands," the Little Mermaid thought. "I satbehind the foam, watching till some one should come, and I saw thepretty girl whom he loves more than me. The girl belongs to thetemple, he has said, so they can never meet, whereas I am with him,and see him daily. I will tend him, love him, and sacrifice my life forhim.""The Prince is about to marry our neighboring king's beautifuldaughter, and therefore so magnificent a ship is got ready," was saidon all sides. " It is announced that he is going to travel, but it is inreality to see the king's daughter, and a large retinue is to accompanyhim." The Little Mermaid smiled, for she knew the Prince's thoughtsbetter than they. "I must travel," he had told her. " My parents
The Little Mermaid. 63'desire that I should see the beautiful Princess, but they will not force meto marry her. I can never love her, for she is not like that beautifulgirl in the temple whom you resemble, and if I must ever choose a wifeit would be you rather, my dumb foundling with the speaking eyes;"and he kissed her rosy lips, played with her long hair, and laid his headon her heart, so that it dreamed of human happiness and of an immortalsoul." You are not afraid of the sea, my dumb child ?" he asked, as theystood together on the deck of the magnificent vessel which was to carryhim to the neighboring king's country; and he told her of storms andcalms, of the curious fish in the deep, and of what the divers had seenbelow. She smiled at what he told her, for she knew better than allwhat it was like at the bottom of the sea.In the moonlight night, when all, even the pilot who stood at therudder, were asleep, she sat at the side of the vessel staring down intothe clear water, and she thought she saw her father's palace, with hergrandmother looking up towards her. Then her sisters appeared abovethe water, and looking at her sadly, wrung their white hands. She noddedto them, and, smiling, wished to tell them that all was going well andhappily for her, but the cabin-boy came near, so that her sisters diveddown, and he thought what he had seen was the foam of the waves.The next morning the ship entered the harbour of the neighboringking's splendid city. All the church-bells rang, the trumpets soundedfrom the high towers, and the soldiers presented arms. There was somenew fete every day. Balls and parties followed one upon the other, butthe Princess was not yet there. She was far away, it was said, beingeducated in a holy temple where she was learning all royal virtues. Atlength she arrived.The Little Mermaid was very anxious to see her, and was obliged toacknowledge her beauty, for a more lovely apparition she had neverbeheld. Her skin was so clear and transparent, and from beneath thelong dark lashes smiled the most honest eyes of a deep blue." It is you," the Prince said,-" you, who saved me when I lay asdead on the shore;" and he pressed his blushing bride to his breast." Oh, I am too happy !" he said to the Little Mermaid. " My fondesthopes are realized." You will rejoice in my happiness, for you take moreinterest in me than any of them." The Little Mermaid kissed hishand, and began to feel already as if her heart were breaking. Was notthe morning after his marriage to bring death to her and to change herinto foam on the sea ?All the church-bells rang, and heralds rode about the street announc-
64 Andersen's Tales.ing the betrothal. On all the altars sweet-scented oil was burning inbeautiful silver lamps. The priests swang the censers, and the brideand bridegroom received the bishop's blessing. The Little Mermaidstood there, clothed in silk and gold, holding the bride's train, but shedid not hear the beautiful music, nor did she see the holy ceremony, sheonly thought of her death and of all she had lost in this world.The same evening the bride and bridegroom went on board thevessel. The cannon thundered, the flags were flying, and in the middleof the ship's deck a magnificent tent of purple and gold was erected,furnished with the most beautiful cushions, and there the newly-marriedcouple were to pass the night.The sails swelled with wind and the ship glided smoothly throughthe calm sea.When it grew dark lamps of all colours were lighted, and the sailorsdanced merrily on the deck. The Little Mermaid could not help think-ing of the first time she rose to the surface of the sea, when she witnessedthe same magnificence and rejoicing, and she whirled round in the danceso that all applauded her, for she had never danced so beautifully. Itwas as if sharp knives were cutting into her tender feet, but she did notfeel it, for her heart was cut still more painfully. She knew it was thelast night she would see him for whom she had left her home and rela-tions, for whom she had sacrificed her lovely voice and had suffereddaily tortures, and of all this he knew nothing. It was the last nightthat she should breathe the same air with him, or behold the sea andthe sky studded with stars. An eternal night without thoughts or dreamsawaited her, who had no soul and could not gain one. All was joy andmerriment till long past midnight, and she laughed and danced withdeath in her heart. The Prince kissed his beautiful bride, whilst sheplayed with his black hair, and hand in hand they retired to rest intheir magnificent tent.All was silent and quiet on board, only the pilot stood at the helm,when the Little Mermaid laid her white arms on the side of the vessellooking towards the east, for she knew that the first ray of the sun wouldkill her. She now saw her sisters rise from the waves as pale as her-self. Their beautiful long hair did not now float in the air, it was cutoff."We have given it to the witch to purchase help for you," theysaid, " so that you may not die this night, and she has given us a knife,-here it is,-see how sharp it is. Before the rising of the sun you mustbury it in the Prince's heart, and when the warm blood falls upon yourfeet, they will turn into a fish's tail, and you will again be a Mermaid.
The Little Mermaid. ,5You can then return to us and live your three hundred years, before youbecome the dead salt sea-foam. Make haste, for he or you must diebefore the sun rises. Your old grandmother has fretted so that herwhite hair has fallen off, like ours has fallen by the witch's scissors.Kill the Prince and return to us, but make haste, for do you not see thered streak in the sky ? In but a few minutes the sun will rise and youmust then die." They heaved a heavy sigh and disappeared in thewaves.The Little Mermaid drew back the curtain from the tent and saw the.beautiful bride resting with her head on the Prince's breast. She bentdown and kissed him on the forehead, then looked at the sky which wasbecoming redder and redder. She examined the sharp pointed knife,and again fixed her eyes on the Prince, who in his dreams murmuredhis bride's name. She only was in his thoughts, and the knife trembledin the Little Mermaid's hand, but then she threw it far out into the sea,which shone red where it fell, as if drops of blood bubbled up from thewater. Once more she looked upon the Prince with dying eyes, thenthrew herself from the vessel into the sea, and felt her body dissolvinginto foam.The sun now rose above the water, the rays falling warmly uponthe cold sea-foam, and the Little Mermaid felt nothing of death. Sheeaw the bright sun, and just above her floated hundreds of transparent,beautiful beings, through whom she could see the white sails of the shipand the red clouds in the sky. Their voices were delightful melody,but so spiritual that no human ear could hear them, nor could the eyeof man perceive them, and they were so light that they floated in theair without wings. The Little Mermaid saw that she had a body likethese, which rose higher and higher out of the foam." To whom am I carried ?" she asked, and her voice sounded likethat of the other beings, so spiritual that no earthly music could imi-tate it." To the daughters of the air," the others answered. " Mermaidshave no immortal soul, and can never have one unless they gain a man'slove, so that their future existence depends upon another power. Thedaughters of the air have no immortal soul either, but by good actsthey can gain one for themselves. We fly to the warm countries wherethe plague is in the burning air, and there we fan coolness, we impreg-nate the air with the scent of flowers, and give relief and health. Whenwe have striven for three hundred years to accomplish all the good wecan, we then receive an immortal soul, and share in the eternal bliss ofmankind. You, poor Little Mermaid, have had the same lofty aspira-3?
ti6 Andersen's Tales.tions, you have suffered and endured, and thus raised yourself to theequal of the spirits of the air, so that you can now, after three hundredyears of good works, earn an immortal soul."The Little Mermaid raised her hands towards the glorious sun, andiow for the first time refreshing tears filled her eyes. On the vesselthere was again life and bustle, and she saw the Prince with his beauti-ful bride looking for her. Sadly they looked down upon the waves as ifthey knew that she had thrown herself into the water, when, invisible,she kissed the bride's forehead, smiled upon her and rose with the otherchildren of the air upon the red cloud into the ethereal regions." After three hundred years we shall thus glide into heaven."" And we may even get there earlier," one of the daughters of theair whispered. "Invisibly we glide into the dwellings of man wherethere are children, and for each day on which we find a good child thatpleases its parents and deserves their love, the Lord shortens the time ofour probation. The child does not know that we pass through theroom, but if it draws from us a smile of pleasure, one year is taken offthe three hundred; but if, on the contrary, we have to shed tears ofsorrow over a bad child, each tear adds one day to the time of ol.rprobation.'AI;'
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LITTLE KLAUS AND BIG KLAUS.IN a village there lived two men of the same name, both being calledKlaus, but one had four horses, whereas the other only possessedone; and to distinguish them "from each other, the one that had fourhorses was called Big Klaus, and he who had only one horse, LittleKlaus. Now we will see what happened to both of them, for this is atrue story.The whole week through Little Klaus had to plough for Big Klaus.and lend him his single horse, for which Big Klaus in return helped himwith his four horses, but only once a-week, and that was on Sunday.Hurrah! how Little Klaus clacked with his whip over the five horses,for they were as good as his on that one day. The sun shone so beau-tifully, whilst the bells tolled for church, and the people dressed in theirbest, with their hymn-books under their arms, went to. hear the clergy-man preach. Now when they saw Little Klaus ploughing with thefive horses, he was highly delighted, and again clacking his whip, cried." Gee, woh all my horses !"" You must not speak thus," Big Klaus said, " for only one of thehorses is yours."But when the next person passed, Little Klaus forgot that he wasnot to say it, and again cried, " Gee, woh! all my horses !"" Now I'll trouble you not to try that again," Big Klaus said, " for
68 Andersen's Tales.If I hear it once more, I'll knock your horse on the head that it will falldown dead on the spot, and there '11 be an end of that."" Well, now, indeed, it shall not escape me again," Little Klaus said,but no sooner did another come by and wish him good day, thanhe thought how grand he looked ploughing his field with five horses,and then he clacked his whip, crying, " Gee woh all my horses-!"" Oh, it is to be, then ?" Big Klaus said: and taking up a largestone struck Little Klaus' horse on the head, so that it fell over and wasquite dead." Oh, dear, now I have no horse at all," Little Klaus said, andbegan to cry. He then took the skin off his dead horse, and after ithad thoroughly dried in the wind, packed it in a sack, which he slungover his shoulder, and started off to the town to sell it there.He had far to go, besides having to pass through a great darkforest, and the weather came on very bad. He now quite lost his way,and before he found it again it was growing dark, and he was too faroff from the town or his home to be able to reach either before nightthoroughly set in.Close by the road-side there stood a large farm-house, and thoughthe shutters were closed, the light could still be seen shining above them." There I shall no doubt obtain permission to pass the night," LittleKlaus thought, so he went and knocked at the door.The farmer's wife opened it, but when she heard what he wanted,she said he might trudge on, for that her husband was not at home, andshe could not admit any strangers." Well, then, I suppose I must stop outside," Little Klaus said, andthe woman slammed the door in his face.Close by there was a large hay-stack, and between that and thehouse a small shed with a flat straw roof." I can lie up there," Little Klaus said when he saw the roof, " anda first-rate bed it will be, but I hope the stork won't come down andbite my legs." For on the roof of the house there stood a live stork,which had its nest there..Little Klaus now climbed up on to the shed, where he turned andturned till he made himself comfortable, and it so happened that just ashe lay he could see right into the room of the farm-house, for thewooden shutters did not close at the top.He saw a large table laid with wine and roast meat, besides amagnificent fish, the farmer's wife and the sacristan sitting there allalone, and she filled his glass whilst he stuck his fork into the fish, forthat was his favourite dish.
Little Klaus and Bic Klaus. 69" If I could but have some of that," Little Klaus thought, and hestretched out his neck to see further into the room. There was also abeautiful cake. That was, indeed, a feast.Just then he heard some one come riding along the road towards thehouse, which was the farmer coming home.He was the very best-natured man, but had one peculiarity, that hecould not bear to see the sacristan at his house. If he even met asacristan he at once got into a rage. That was the reason why thesacristan had gone in to wish the woman a good evening, knowing herhusband was from home, and she in gratitude had put all that goodcheer before him; but when she heard her husband, she was frightenedand begged the sacristan to get into a large empty box that stood inthe room, as she well knew her poor husband would be in a great rageif he saw him. The woman hastily hid all the eatables as well as thewine in the oven, for if her husband had seen them he would certainlyhave asked the reason for all those preparations." Oh, dear !" Little Klaus sighed from the top of his shed when hesaw all the good things disappear." Is any one up there ?" the farmer asked, looking up. " Why areyou lying there ? it will be better to go into the house with me."Little Klaus then told him how he had lost his way, and begged fora night's lodging." Certainly," the farmer answered; "but the first thing to do will beto get something to eat."The wife received them cheerfully, laid the cloth for them, andbrought a large bowl of oatmeal porridge. The farmer was hungry andate with a right good appetite, but Little Klaus could not help thinkingof all the delicacies which he knew to be in the oven.Under the table at his feet, he had thrown the sack with the horse'sskin, to sell which he had come out, as we already know.The porridge was not at all to his taste, so he pressed his foot uponthe sack, and the dry skin made a loud crackling noise." Be quiet, there !" Little Klaus said to his sack, but as he pressedhis foot more heavily upon it at the same time, it crackled louder thanbefore." What have you got in your sack ?" the farmer asked." Oh, it's a sorcerer," Little Klaus answered; " and he says weshould not be eating porridge, for that by his witchcraft he has filledthe oven with roast meat, fish, and cake."" Bless me, can it be possible ?" the farmer exclaimed, and openingthe oven, he discovered all the dainties his wife had hidden there, but