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SBLAK BRO S
Negend of lfiria.
BY JOHN RUSKIN, M.A.
ILLUSTRATED BY RICHARD DOYLE.
SMITH, ELDER, & CO., 15 WATERLOO PLACE.
THE Publishers think it due to the Author of this Fairy Tale,
to state the circumstances under which It appears.
THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER was written in 1841, at
the request of a very young lady, and solely for her amusement,
without any idea of publication. It has since remained in the
possession of a friend, to whose suggestion, and the passive
assent of the Author, the Publishers are indebted for the
opportunity of printing it.
The Illustrations, by Mr. Richard Doyle, will, it is hoped,
be found to embody the Author's ideas with characteristic
HOW THE AGRICULTURAL SYSTEM OF THE BLACK BROTHERS WAS
INTERFERED WITH BY SOUTII-WEST WIND, ESQUIRE 9
OF THE PROCEEDINGS OF THE THREE BROTHERS AFTER THE VISIT
OF SOUTH-WEST WIND, ESQUIRE; AND HOW LITTLE GLUCK
HAD AN INTERVIEW WITH THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVEP 28
HOW MR. HANS SET OFF ON AN EXPEDITION TO THE GOLDEN
RIVER, AND HOW HE PROSPERED THEREIN 40
HOW MR. SCHWARTZ SET OFF ON AN EXPEDITION TO THE GOLDEN
RIVER. AND HOW HE PROSPERED THEREIN 51
HOW LITTLE GLUCK SET OFF ON AN EXPEDITION TO THE GOLDEN
RIVER, AND HOW HE PROSPERED THEREIN; WITH OTHER
MATTERS OF INTEREST 50
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
DESIGNED AND DRAWN ON WOOD BY RICHARD DOYLE.
SUBJE&s. ENGRlAVERS. PAGE.
South-West Wind, Esq., knocking at tle Black THUnRSTO THOMPSONa.. Frntis-
The Treasure Valley .. .. .. .. .., Title.
Initial Letter, and Mountain Range .. .. G. and E. DALZIEL .. 9
South-West Wind, Esq., seated on the ho .. ,, ,, 18
South-West Wind, Esq., bowing to the Black H. O SMITH .. .. 21
Brothers .. .. .... .. ... H. OaN
Storm Scene .. .. .. .. .. G. and E. DALZIEL .. 25
Card of South-West Wind, Eq. ...... H. O rIN SMITH .. .. 21
Initial Letter, and Cottage in the Treasure Valley ISABEL THOMPSON .. 28
The Black Brothers drinking and Gluck working C. S. CHELTNAM .. .. 30
Gluck looking out at the Golden River .. .. H. D. LINTN .. .. 32
The Golden Dwarf appearing to Gluck .. .. G. and E. DALZIEL .. 36
Gluck looking up the Chimney .. .. .. H. OnaIN SITH .. .. 39
The Black Brothers beating Gluck.. .... C. S. CHELTNAM .. .. 40
Hans and Schwartz fighting ...... H. ORIN SMITH .. .. 41
Schwartz before the Magistrate .. .. .. C. S. CHELTNAM .. .. 42
Hans and the Dog .. .. .. .. .. H. ORnIN SMITH .. .. 47
The Black Stone .. .. .. G. and E. DALZIEL .. 50
Initial Letter-Gluck releasing Schwartz.. .. ,, 51
Schwartz ascending the Mountain .. .... H. OnRIN SMITH .. .. 53
Initial Letter-Gluck ascending the Mlountain ..,, 56
Priest giving Gluck Holy Water .. .. .. G. and E. DALZIEL .. 57
Gluck and the Child .. .. .. .. .. C. S. CHELTNAM .. .. 59
THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
THE BLACK BROTHERS.
HOW THE AGRICULTURAL SYSTEM OF THE BLACK BROTHERS WAS
INTERFERED WITH BY SOUTH-WEST WIND, ESQUIRE.
A secluded and mountainous
palrt of Stiria there was, in old
time, a valley of the most sur-
S-:- rising and luxuriant fertility.
"It was surrounded, on all sides,
by steep and rocky mountains, rising into peaks,
which were always covered with snow, and from
10 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
which a number of torrents descended in constant
cataracts. One of these fell westward, over the
face of a crag so high, that, when the sun had
set to everything else, and all below was dark-
ness, his beams still shone full upon this waterfall,
so that it looked like a shower of gold. It was,
therefore, called by the people of the neigh-
bourhood, the Golden River. It was strange that
none of these streams fell into the valley itself.
They all descended on the other side of the
mountains, and wound away through broad plains
and by populous cities. But the clouds were
drawn so constantly to the snowy hills, and rested
so softly in the circular hollow, that in time of
drought and heat, when all the country round was
burnt up, there was still rain in the little valley;
and its crops were so heavy, and its hay so high,
and its apples so red, and its grapes so blue, and its
wine so rich, and its honey so sweet, that it was a
marvel to every one who beheld it, and was com-
monly called the Treasure Valley.
The whole of this little valley belonged to
three brothers, called Schwartz, Hans, and Gluck.
Schwartz and Hans, the two elder brothers, wera
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 11
very ugly men, with over-hanging eyebrows and
small dull eyes, which were always half shut, so that
you couldn't see into them, and always fancied they
saw very far into you. They lived by farming the
Treasure Valley, and very good farmers they were.
They killed everything that did not pay for its
eating. They shot the blackbirds, because they
pecked the fruit; and killed the hedgehogs, lest
they should suck the cows; they poisoned the
crickets for eating the crumbs in the kitchen; and
\smothered the cicadas, which used to sing all sum-
mer in the lime trees. They worked their servants
without any wages, till they would not work any
more, and then quarrelled with them, and turned
them out of doors without paying them. It would
have been very odd, if with such a farm, and such
a system of farming, they hadn't got very rich; and
very rich they did get. They generally contrived
to keep their corn by them till it was very dear,
and then sell it for twice its value; they had heaps
of gold lying about on their floors, yet it was never
known that they had given so much as a penny or
a crust in charity; they never went to mass;
grumbled perpetually at paying tithes; and were,
12 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
in a word, of so cruel and grinding a temper, as to
receive from all those with whom they had any
dealings, the nick-name of the "Black Brothers."
The youngest brother, Gluck, was as completely
opposed, in both appearance and character, to his
seniors as could possibly be imagined or desired.
He was not above twelve years old, fair, blue-eyed,
and kind in temper to every living thing. He did
not, of course, agree particularly well with his
brothers, or rather, they did not agree with him.
He was usually appointed to the honourable office
of turnspit, when there was anything to roast,
which was not often; for, to do the brothers justice,
they were hardly less sparing upon themselves than
upon other people. At other times he used to clean
the shoes, floors, and sometimes the plates, occa-
sionally getting what was left on them, by way of
encouragement, and a wholesome quantity of dry
blows, by way of education.
Things went on in this manner for a long time.
At last came a very wet summer, and everything
went wrong in the country around. The hay had
hardly been got in, when the haystacks were floated
bodily down to the sea by an inundation; the vines
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 13
were cut to pieces with the hail; the corn was
all killed by a black blight; only in the Treasure
Valley, as usual, all was safe. As it had rain
when there was rain no where else, so it had sun
when there was sun no where else. Every body
came to buy corn at the farm, and went away
pouring maledictions on the Black Brothers. They
asked what they liked, and got it, except from the
poor people, who could only beg, and several of
whom were starved at their very door, without the
slightest regard or notice.
It was drawing towards winter, and very cold
weather, when one day the two elder brothers had
gone ou with their usual warning to little Gluck,
who was left to mind the roast, that he was to let
nobody in, and give nothing out. Gluck sat down
quite close to the fire, for it was raining very hard,
and the kitchen walls were by no means dry or
comfortable looking. He turned and turned, and
the roast got nice and brown. "What a pity,"
thought Gluck, "my brothers never ask any body
to dinner. I'm sure, when they've got such a nice
piece of mutton as this, and nobody else has got so
much as a piece of dry bread, it would do their
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hearts good to have somebody to eat it with
Just as he spoke, there came a double knock
at the house door, yet heavy and dull, as though
the knocker had been tied up-more like a puff
than a knock.
"It must be the wind," said Gluck; nobody
else would venture to knock double knocks at our
No; it wasn't the wind: there it came again very
hard, and what was particularly astounding, the
knocker seemed to be in a hurry, and not to be in
the least afraid of the consequences. Gluck went
to the window, opened it, and put his head out to
see who it was.
It was the most extraordinary looking little
gentleman he had ever seen in his life. He had
a very large nose, slightly brass-coloured; his
cheeks were very round, and very red, and might
have warranted a supposition that he had been
blowing a refractory fire for the last eight-and-
forty hours; his eyes twinkled merrily through
long silky eyelashes, his moustaches curled twice
round like a corkscrew on each side of his mouth,
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 15
and his hair, of a curious mixed pepper-and-salt
colour, descended far over his shoulders. He was
about four feet six in height, and wore a conical
pointed cap of nearly the same altitude, decorated
with a black feather some three feet long. His
doublet was prolonged behind into something re-
sembling a violent exaggeration of what is now
termed a swallow tail," but was much obscured by
the swelling folds of an enormous black, glossy-
looking cloak, which must have been very much
too long in calm weather, as the wind, whistling
round the old house, carried it clear out from the
wearer's shoulders to about four times his own
Gluck was so perfectly paralyzed by the singular
appearance of his visitor, that he remained fixed
without uttering a word, until the old gentleman,
having performed another, and a more energetic
concerto on the knocker, turned round to look
after his fly-away cloak. In so doing he caught
sight of Gluck's little yellow head jammed in the
window, with its mouth and eyes very wide open
"Hollo !" said the little gentleman, that's
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not the way to answer the door: I'm wet, let me
To do the little gentleman justice, he was wet.
His feather hung down between his legs lke a
beaten puppy's tail, dripping like an umbrella; and
from the ends of his moustaches the water was
running into his waistcoat pockets, and out again
like a mill stream.
"I beg pardon, sir," said Gluck, "I'm very
sorry, but I really can't."
Can't what! said the old gentleman.
"I can't let you in, sir,-I can't, indeed; my
brothers would beat me to death, sir, if I thought
of such a thing. What do you want, sir ? "
"Want?" said the old gentleman, petulantly.
"I want fire, and shelter; and there's your great
fire there blazing, crackling, and dancing on the
walls, with nobody to feel it. Let me in, I say; I
only want to warm myself."
Gluck had had his head, by this time, so long
out of the window, that he began to feel it was really
unpleasantly cold, and when he turned, and saw the
beautiful fire rustling and roaring, and throwing
long bright tongues up the chimney, as if it were
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 1
licking its chops at the savoury smell of the leg of
mutton, his heart melted within him that it should
be burning away for nothing. He does look very
wet," said little Gluck; I'll just let him in for a
quarter of an hour." Round he went to the door,
and opened it; and as the little gentleman walked
in, there came a gust of wind through the house,
that made the old chimneys totter.
That's a good boy," said the little gentleman.
" Never mind your brothers. I'll talk to them."
Pray, sir, don't do any such thing," said
Gluck. I can't let you stay till they come; they'd
be the death of me."
Dear me," said the old gentleman, I'm very
sorry to hear that. How long may I stay ? "
Only till the mutton's done, sir," replied
Gluck, and it's very brown."
Then the old gentleman walked into the kitchen,
and sat himself down on the hob, with the top of
his cap accommodated up the chimney, for it was a
great deal too high for the roof.
You'll soon dry there, sir," said Gluck, and
sat down again to turn the mutton. But the old
gentleman did not dry there, but went on drip, drip,
18 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
dripping among the cinders, and the fire fizzed,
and sputtered, and began to look very black, and
uncomfortable : never was such a cloak; every fold
in it ran like a gutter.
I beg pardon, sir," said Gluck at length, after
watching the water spreading in long, quicksilver-
like streams over the floor for a quarter of an hour;
"mayn't I take your cloak ? "
"No, thank you," said the old gentleman.
"Your cap, sir ? "
I am all right, thank you," said the old gentle-
"man rather gruffly.
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 19
"But,-sir,-I'm very sorry," said Gluck, hesi-
tatingly; "but-really, sir,-you're-putting the
"It'll take longer to do the mutton, then,"
replied his visitor drily.
Gluck was very much puzzled by the behaviour
of his guest; it was such a strange mixture of cool-
ness and humility. He turned away at the string
meditatively for another five minutes.
That mutton looks very nice," said the old
gentleman at length. Can't you give me a little
bit ? "
"Impossible, sir," said Gluck.
I'm very hungry," continued the old gentle-
man: I've had nothing to eat yesterday, nor to-
day. They surely couldn't miss a bit from the
He spoke in so very melancholy a tone, that it
quite melted Gluck's heart. They promised me
one slice to-day, sir," said he; "I can give you
that, but not a bit more,"
"That's a good boy," said the old gentleman
Then Gluck warmed a plate, and sharpened a
20 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
knife. "I don't care if I do get beaten for it,"
thought he. Just as he had cut a large slice out of
the mutton, there came a tremendous rap at the door.
The old gentleman jumped off the hob, as if it had
suddenly become inconveniently warm. Gluck fitted
the slice into the mutton again, with desperate efforts
at exactitude, and ran to open the door.
What did you keep us waiting in the rain
for ? said Schwartz, as he walked in, throwing his
umbrella in Gluck's face. "Ay what for, indeed,
you little vagabond ? said Hans, administering an
educational box on the ear, as he followed his
brother into the kitchen.
Bless my soul! said Schwartz when he opened
"Amen," said the little gentleman, who had
taken his cap off, and was standing in the middle
of the kitchen, bowing with the utmost possible
"Who's that?" said Schwartz, catching up a
rolling-pin, and turning to Gluck with a fierce
"I don't know, indeed, brother," said Gluck
in great terror.
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 21
"How did he get in ?" roared Schwartz.
"My dear brother," said Gluck, deprecatingly,
" he was so very wet "
The rolling-pin was descending on Gluck's
head ; but, at the instant, the old gentleman
interposed his conical cap, on which it crashed with
a shock that shook the water out of it all over the
room. What was very odd, the rolling-pin no
sooner touched the cap, than it flew out of
Schwartz's hand, spinning like a straw in a high
wind, and fell into the corner at the further end
of the room.
22 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
Who are you, sir ? demanded Schwartz,
turning upon him.
"What's your business ? snarled Hans.
"I'm a poor old man, sir," the little gentleman
began very modestly, and I saw your fire through
the window, and begged shelter for a quarter of
Have the goodness to walk out again,
then," said Schwartz. "We've quite enough water
in our kitchen, without making it a drying
"It is a cold day to turn an old man out in,
sir; look at my grey hairs." They hung down to
his shoulders, as I told you before.
Ay! said Hans, there are enough of them
to keep you warm. Walk "
"I'm very, very hungry, sir; couldn't you
spare me a bit of bread before I go ? "
"Bread, indeed! said Schwartz; "do you
suppose we've nothing to do with our bread, but
to give it to such red-nosed fellows as you ? "
Why don't you sell your feather ? said Hans,
sneeringly. Out with you."
A little bit," said the old gentleman.
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 23
"Be off! said Schwartz.
"Off, and be hanged cried Hans, seizing him
by the collar. But he had no sooner touched the
old gentleman's collar, than away he went after
the rolling-pin, spinning round and round, till he
fell into the corner on the top of it. Then
Schwartz was very angry, and ran at the old
gentleman to turn him out; but he also had
hardly touched him, when away he went after
Hans and the rolling-pin, and hit his head against
the wall as he tumbled into the corner. And so
there they lay, all three.
Then the old gentleman spun himself round
with velocity in the opposite direction; continued
to spin until his long cloak was all wound neatly
about him; clapped his cap on his head, very
much on one side (for it could not stand upright
without going through the ceiling), gave an
additional twist to his corkscrew moustaches,
and replied with perfect coolness: Gentlemen,
I wish you a very good morning. At twelve
o'clock to-night I'11 call again; after such a
refusal of hospitality as I have just experienced,
24 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
you will not be surprised if that visit is the last
I ever pay you."
If ever I catch you here again," muttered
Schwartz, coming, half frightened, out of the cor-
ner-but, before he could finish his sentence, the
old gentleman had shut the house door behind him
with a great bang: and there drove past the
window, at the same instant, a wreath of ragged
cloud, that whirled and rolled away down the valley
in all manner of shapes; turning over and over
in the air; and melting away at last in a gush
"A very pretty business, indeed, Mr. Gluck !"
said Schwartz. Dish the mutton, sir. If ever I
catch you at such a trick again-bless me, why the
mutton's been cut "
You promised me one slice, brother, you
know," said Gluck.
Oh and you were cutting it hot, I suppose,
and going to catch all the gravy. It'll be long
before I promise you such a thing again. Leave
the room, sir; and'have the kindness to wait in the
coal-cellar till I call you."
Gluck left the room melancholy enough. The
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 25
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brothers ate as much mutton as they could, locked
the rest in the cupboard, and proceeded to get very
drunk after dinner.
Such a night as it was! Howling wind, and
rushing rain, without intermission. The brothers
had just sense enough left to put up all the
shutters, and double bar the door, before they
went to bed. They usually slept in the same
room. As the clock struck twelve, they were
both awakened by a tremendous crash. Their
door burst open with a violence that shook the
house from top to bottom.
What's that ?" cried Schwartz, starting up in
26 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
Only I," said the little gentleman.
The two brothers sat up on their bolster, and
stared into the darkness. The room was full of
water, and by a misty moon-beam, which found its
way through a hole in the shutter, they could see
in the midst of it, an enormous foam globe, spin-
ning round, and bobbing up and down like a cork,
on which, as on a most luxurious cushion, reclined
the little old gentleman, cap and all. There was
plenty of room for it now, for the roof was off.
Sorry to incommode you," said their visitor,
ironically. I'm afraid your beds are dampish;
perhaps you had better go to your brother's room:
I've left the ceiling on, there."
They required no second admonition, but rushed
into Gluck's room, wet through, and in an agony
You'll find my card on the kitchen table," the
old gentleman called after them. "1Remember, the
Pray Heaven it may said Schwartz, shud-
dering. And the foam globe disappeared.
Dawn came at last, and the two brothers looked
out of Gluck's little window in the morning. The
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 27
Treasure Valley was one mass of ruin and deso-
lation. The inundation had swept away trees,
crops, and cattle, and left in their stead, a waste of
red sand, and grey mud. The two brothers crept
shivering and horror-struck into the kitchen. The
water had gutted the whole first floor; corn, money,
almost every moveable thing had been swept away,
and there was left only a small white card on the
kitchen table. On it, in large, breezy, long-legged
letters, were engraved the words:-
28 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
OF TII PROCEEDINGS OF THE THREE BROTHERS AFTER THE VISIT
OF SOUTH-WEST WIND, ESQUIRE; AND HOW LITTLE GLUCK HAD
AN INTERVIEW WITH THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER.
WIND, Esquire, was
"I ^ as good as his word.
After the momentous
'- visit above related, he
S' entered the Treasure
xi .. .r -.y Valleyno more; and,
what was worse, he
S'" :, .Lhad so much influ-
Sence with his rela-
tions, the West
4 sWinds in general,
'" "- and used it so effec-
"tually, that they all
adopted a similar line of conduct. So no rain fell
in the valley from one year's end to another.
Though everything remained green and flourishing
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 29
in the plains below, the inheritance of the Three
Brothers was a desert. What had once been the
richest soil in the kingdom, became a shifting heap
of red sand; and the brothers, unable longer to
contend with the adverse skies, abandoned their
valueless patrimony in despair, to seek some means
of gaining a livelihood among the cities and people
of the plains. All their money was gone, and
they had nothing left but some curious old-fashioned
pieces of gold plate, the last remnants of their ill-
Suppose we turn goldsmiths ?" said Schwartz
to Hans, as they entered the large city. "It is a
good knave's trade; we can put a great deal of
copper into the gold, without any one's finding it
The thought was agreed to be a very good
one; they hired a furnace, and turned goldsmiths.
But two slight circumstances affected their trade:
the first, that people did not approve of the cop-
pered gold; the second, that the two elder bro-
thers, whenever they had sold anything, used to
leave little Gluck to mind the furnace, and go and
drink out the money in the ale-house next door.
30 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
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So they melted all their gold, without making
money enough to buy more, and were at last re-
duced to one large drinking mug, which an uncle
of his had given to little Gluck, and which he was
very fond of, and would not have parted with for
the world; though he never drank anything out of
it but milk and water. The mug was a very odd
mug to look at. The handle was formed of two
wreaths of flowing golden hair, so finely spun that
it looked more like silk than metal, and these
wreaths descended into, and mixed with, a beard
and whiskers of the same exquisite workmanship,
which surrounded and decorated a very fierce
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 31
little face, of the reddest gold imaginable, right in
the front of the mug, with a pair of eyes in it which
seemed to command its whole circumference. It
was impossible to drink out of the mug without
being subjected to an intense gaze out of the side
of these eyes; and Schwartz positively averred, that
once, after emptying it, full of Rhenish, seventeen
times, he had seen them wink! When it came to
the mug's turn to be made into spoons, it half
broke poor little Gluck's heart; but the brothers
only laughed at him, tossed the mug into the
melting-pot, and staggered out to the ale-house:
leaving him, as usual, to pour the gold into bars,
when it was all ready.
When they were gone, Gluck took a farewell
look at his old friend in the melting-pot. The flow-
ing hair was all gone; nothing remained but the
red nose, and the sparkling eyes, which looked
more malicious than ever. "And no wonder,"
thought Gluck, after being treated in that way."
He sauntered disconsolately to the window, and
sat himself down to catch the fresh evening air,
and escape the hot breath of the furnace. Now
this window commanded a direct view of the range
32 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
of mountains, which, as I told you before, overhung
the Treasure Valley, and
more especially of the
peak from which fell the
SGolden River. It was
just at the close of the
.4. 'day, and, when Gluck
S sat down at the window,
'-': he saw the rocks of the
mountain tops, all crim-
son, and purple with the
sunset; and there were bright tongues of fiery
cloud burning and quivering about them; and the
river, brighter than all, fell, in a waving column
of pure gold, from precipice to precipice, with the
double arch of a broad purple rainbow stretched
across it, flushing and fading alternately in the
wreaths of spray.
"Ah !" said Gluck aloud, after he had looked at
it for a while, if that river were really all gold,
what a nice thing it would be."
"No, it wouldn't, Gluck," said a clear metallic
voice, close at his ear.
"Bless me, what's that ?" exclaimed Gluck,
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 33
jumping up. There was nobody there. He looked
round the room, and under the table, and a great
many times behind him, but there was certainly
nobody there, and he sat down again at the window.
This time he didn't speak, but he couldn't help
thinking again that it would be very convenient if
the river were really all gold.
"Not at all, my boy," said the same voice,
louder than before.
"Bless me!" said Gluck again, "what is that?"
He looked again into all the corners, and cupboards,
and then began turning round, and round, as fast
as he could in the middle of the room, thinking
there was somebody behind him, when the same
voice struck again on his ear. It was singing now
very merrily, Lala-lira-la;" no words, only a soft
running effervescent melody, something like that of
a kettle on the boil. Gluck looked out of the
window. No, it was certainly in the house.
Up stairs, and down stairs. No, it was certainly
in that very room, coming in quicker time, and
clearer notes, every moment. "Lala-lira-la." All
at once it struck Gluck, that it sounded louder near
the furnace. He ran to the opening, and looked
34 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
in: yes, he saw right, it seemed to be coming, not
only out of the furnace, but out of the pot. He un-
covered it, and ran back in a great fright, for the pot
was certainly singing! He stood in the farthest cor-
ner of the room, with his hands up, and his mouth
open, for a minute or two, when the singing stopped,
and the voice became clear, and pronunciative.
Hollo said the voice.
Gluck made no answer.
Hollo! Gluck, my boy," said the pot again.
Gluck summoned all his energies, walked
straight up to the crucible, drew it out of the fur-
nace, and looked in. The gold was all melted, and
its surface as smooth and polished as a river; but
instead of reflecting little Gluck's head, as he looked
in, he saw meeting his glance from beneath the
gold, the red nose, and sharp eyes of his old friend
of the mug, a thousand times redder, and sharper
than ever he had seen them in his life.
Come, Gluck, my boy," said the voice out of
the pot again, I'm all right; pour me out."
But Gluck was too much astonished to do any-
thing of the kind.
"Pour me out, I say," said the voice rather gruffly.
OR, TiHE BLACK BROTHERS. 35
Still Gluck couldn't move.
Will you pour me out?" said the voice
passionately, "I'm too hot."
By a violent effort, Gluck recovered the use of
his limbs, took hold of the crucible, and sloped it,
so as to pour out the gold. But instead of a liquid
stream, there came out, first, a pair of pretty little
yellow legs, then some coat tails, then a pair of
arms stuck a-kimbo, and, finally, the well-known
head of his friend the mug; all which articles,
uniting as they rolled out, stood up energetically
on the floor, in the shape of a little golden dwarf,
about a foot and a half high.
"That's right!" said the dwarf, stretching out
first his legs, and then his arms, and then shaking
his head up and down, and as far round as it would
go, for five minutes, without stopping; apparently
with the view of ascertaining if he were quite
correctly put together, while Gluck stood contem-
plating him in speechless amazement. He was
dressed in a slashed doublet of spun gold, so fine in
its texture, that the prismatic colours gleamed over
it, as if on a surface of mother of pearl; and, over
this brilliant doublet, his hair and beard fell full
36 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN IIVvIl;
i I P
h iillilS^ ,.. 1.-
'i N --
half way to the ground, in waving curls, so exqui-
sitely delicate, that Gluck could hardly tell where
they ended ; they seemed to melt into air.
The features of the face, however, were by no
means finished with the same delicacy; they were
rather coarse, slightly inclining to coppery in com-
plexion, and indicative, in expression, of a very
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 37
pertinacious and intractable disposition in their
small proprietor. When the dwarf had finished
his self-examination, he turned his small sharp
eyes full on Gluck, and stared at him deliberately
for a minute or two. "No, it wouldn't, Gluck,
my boy," said the little man.
This was certainly rather an abrupt, and uncon-
nected mode of commencing conversation. It might
indeed be supposed to refer to the course of Gluck's
thoughts, which had first produced the dwarf s ob-
servations out of the pot; but whatever it referred
to, Gluck had no inclination to dispute the dictum.
"Wouldn't it, sir? said Gluck, very mildly,
and submissively indeed.
No," said the dwarf, conclusively, No, it
wouldn't." And with that, the dwarf pulled his
cap hard over his brows, and took two turns, of
three feet long, up and down the room, lifting his
legs up very high, and setting them down very
hard. This pause gave time for Gluck to collect
his thoughts a little, and, seeing no great reason
to view his diminutive visitor with dread, and
feeling his curiosity overcome his amazement, he
ventured on a question of peculiar delicacy.
38 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
"Pray, sir," said Gluck, rather hesitatingly,
" were you my mug ? "
On which the little man turned sharp round,
walked straight up to Gluck, and drew himself
up to his full height. "I," said the little man,
" am the King of the Golden River." Whereupon
he turned about again, and took two more turns,
some six feet long, in order to allow time for the
consternation which this announcement produced in
his auditor to evaporate. After which, he again
walked up to Gluck and stood still, as if expecting
some comment on his communication.
Gluck determined to say something at all events.
"I hope your Majesty is very well," said Gluck.
"Listen!" said the little man, deigning no
reply to this polite inquiry. "I am the King of
what you mortals call the Golden River. The shape
you saw me in, was owing to the malice of a
stronger king, from whose enchantments you have
this instant freed me. What I have seen of you,
and your conduct to your wicked brothers, renders
me willing to serve you ; therefore, attend to what I
tell you. Whoever shall climb to the top of that
mountain from which you see the Golden River issue,
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 39
and shall cast into the stream at its source, three
drops of holy water, for him, and for him only, the
river shall turn to gold. But no one failing in his
first, can succeed in a second attempt; and if any
one shall cast unholy water into the river, it will
overwhelm him, and he will become a black stone."
So saying, the King of the Golden River turned
away and deliberately walked into the centre of the
hottest flame of the furnace. His figure became
red, white, transparent, dazzling-a blaze of intense
light-rose, trembled, and disappeared. The King
of the Golden River had evaporated.
"Oh!" cried poor Gluck, running to look up
the chimney after him; Oh, dear, dear, dear me !
My mug my mug my mug! "
^____________________ ^ ,______
40 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
HOW MR. HANS SET OFF ON AN EXPEDITION TO THE GOLDEN RIVER,
AND HOW HE PROSPERED THEREIN.
HE King of the
S Golden River had
S'' hardly made the
/, extraordinary exit
related in the last
.ir " chapter, before Hans
and Schwartz came
roaring into the
house, very savagely
drunk. The disco-
,* ,__ very of the total loss
of their last piece of
plate had the effect of sobering them just enough to
enable them to stand over Gluck, beating him very
steadily for a quarter of an hour; at the expiration
of which period they dropped into a couple of chairs,
and requested to know what he had got to say for
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 41
himself. Gluck told them his story, of which, of
course, they did not believe a word. They beat him
again, till their arms were tired, and staggered to
bed. In the morning, however, the steadiness with
which he adhered to his story obtained him some
degree of credence; the immediate consequence of
which was, that the two brothers, after wrangling
a long time on the knotty question, which of them
should try his fortune first, drew their swords and
began fighting. The noise of the fray alarmed the
neighbours, who, finding they could not pacify the
combatants, sent for the constable.
Hans, on hearing this, contrived to escape, and
bid himself; but Schwartz was taken before the
magistrate, fined for breaking the peace, and, having
42 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
drunk out his last penny the evening before, was
thrown into prison till he should pay.
S.,, ., '' ,, ;~ ,,* f -.i ,
When Hans heard this, he was much delighted,
and determined to set out immediately for the
Golden River. How to get the holy water, was
the question. He went to the priest, but the priest
could not give any holy water to so abandoned a
character. So Hans went to vespers in the even-
ing for the first time in his life, and, under pretence
of crossing himself, stole a cupful, and returned
home in triumph.
Next morning he got up before the sun rose,
put the holy water into a strong flask, and two
bottles of wine and some meat in a basket, slung
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 43
them over his back, took his alpine staff in his
hand, and set off for the mountains.
On his way out of the town he had to pass the
prison, and as he looked in at the windows, whom
should he see but Schwartz himself peeping out of
the bars, and looking very disconsolate.
"Good morning, brother," said Hans; "have you
any message for the King of the Golden River ?"
Schwartz gnashed his teeth with rage, and
shook the bars with all his strength; but Hans only
laughed at him, and advising him to make himself
comfortable till he came back again, shouldered his
basket, shook the bottle of holy water in Schwartz's
face till it frothed again, and marched off in the
highest spirits in the world.
It was, indeed, a morning that might have made
any one happy, even with no Golden River to seek
for. Level lines of dewy mist lay stretched along
the valley, out of which rose the massy mountains
-their lower cliffs in pale grey shadow, hardly
distinguishable from the floating vapour, but gra-
dually ascending till they caught the sunlight,
which ran in sharp touches of ruddy colour, along.
the angular crags, and pierced, in long level rays,
44 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
through their fringes of spear-like pine. Far above,
shot up red splintered masses of castellated rock,
jagged and shivered into myriads of fantastic forms,
with here and there a streak of sunlit snow, traced
down their chasms like a line of forked lightning;
and, far beyond, and far above all these, fainter
than the morning cloud, but purer and changeless,
slept, in the blue sky, the utmost peaks of the
The Golden River, which sprang from one of
the lower and snowless elevations, was now nearly
in shadow; all but the uppermost jets of spray,
which rose like slow smoke above the undulating
line of the cataract, and floated away in feeble
wreaths upon the morning wind.
On this object, and on this alone, Hans' eyes
and thoughts were fixed; forgetting the distance
he had to traverse, he set off at an imprudent rate
of walking, which greatly exhausted him before he
had scaled the first range of the green and low
hills. He was, moreover, surprised, on surmount-
ing them, to find that a large glacier, of whose
existence, notwithstanding his previous knowledge
of the mountains, he had been absolutely ignorant,
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 45
lay between him and the source of the Golden
River. He entered on it with the boldness of a
practised mountaineer; yet he thought he had
never traversed so strange or so dangerous a glacier
in his life. The ice was excessively slippery, and
out of all its chasms came wild sounds of gushing
water; not monotonous or low, but changeful and
loud, rising occasionally into drifting passages of
wild melody, then breaking off into short melan-
choly tones, or sudden shrieks, resembling those of
human voices in distress or pain. The ice was
broken into thousands of confused shapes, but none,
Hans thought, like the ordinary forms of splintered
ice. There seemed a curious expression about all
their outlines-a perpetual resemblance to living
features, distorted and scornful. Myriads of deceit-
ful shadows, and lurid lights, played and floated
about and through the pale blue pinnacles, dazzling
and confusing the sight of the traveller; while his
ears grew dull and his head giddy with the constant
gush and roar of the concealed waters. These
painful circumstances increased upon him as he
advanced; the ice crashed and yawned into fresh
chasms at his feet, tottering spires nodded around
46 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
him, and fell thundering across his path; and
though he had repeatedly faced these dangers on
the most terrific glaciers, and in the wildest weather,
it was with a new and oppressive feeling of panic
terror that he leaped the last chasm, and flung him-
self, exhausted and shuddering, on the firm turf of
He had been compelled to abandon his basket
of food, which became a perilous incumbrance on
the glacier, and had now no means of refreshing
himself but by breaking off and eating some of the
pieces of ice. This, however, relieved his thirst;
an hour's repose recruited his hardy frame, and
with the indomitable spirit of avarice, he resumed
his laborious journey.
His way now lay straight up a ridge of bare
red rocks, without a blade of grass to ease the
foot, or a projecting angle to afford an inch of
shade from the south sun. It was past noon, and
the rays beat intensely upon the steep path, while
the whole atmosphere was motionless, and pene-
trated with heat. Intense thirst was soon added
to the bodily fatigue with which Hans was now
afflicted; glance after glance he cast on the flask of
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 47
water which hung at his belt. "Three drops are
enough," at last thought he; "I may, at least, cool
my lips with it."
He opened the flask, and was raising it to his
lips, when his eye fell on an object lying on the
rock beside him; he
thought it moved. It
",W. ;as s1imall dog. ap-
Sparently in the last
S.agony of death from
thirst. Its tongue was
S1ut, its jaws dry, its
:liml.,s extended life-
': "^ t ,.' -l I. ani1 a svarmi of
black ants were crawling about its lips and throat.
Its eye moved to the bottle which Hans held in
48 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
his hand. He raised it, drank, spurned the animal
with his foot, and passed on. And he did not
know how it was, but he thought that a strange
shadow had suddenly come across the blue sky.
The path became steeper and more rugged every
moment; and the high hill air, instead of refresh-
ing him, seemed to throw his blood into a fever.
The noise of the hill cataracts sounded like mockery
in his ears; they were all distant, and his thirst
increased every moment. Another hour passed,
and he again looked down to the flask at his side;
it was half empty; but there was much more
than three drops in it. He stopped to open it,
and again, as he did so, something moved in the
path above him. It was a fair child, stretched
nearly lifeless on the rock, its breast heaving with
thirst, its eyes closed, and its lips parched and
burning. Hans eyed it deliberately, drank, and
passed on. And a dark grey cloud came over the
sun, and long, snake-like shadows crept up along
the mountain sides. Hans struggled on. The
sun was sinking, but its descent seemed to bring
no coolness; the leaden weight of the dead air
pressed upon his brow and heart, but the goal was
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 49
near. He saw the cataract of the Golden River
springing from the hill-side, scarcely five hundred
feet above him. He paused for a moment to breathe,
and sprang on to complete his task.
At this instant a faint cry fell on his ear. He
turned, and saw a grey-haired old man extended
on the rocks. His eyes were sunk, his features
deadly pale, and gathered into an expression of
despair. Water!" he stretched his arms to
Hans, and cried feebly, "Water! I am dying."
"I have none," replied Hans; thou hast had
thy share of life." He strode over the prostrate
body, and darted on. And a flash of blue lightning
rose out of the East, shaped like a sword; it shook
thrice over the whole heaven, and left it dark with
one heavy, impenetrable shade. The sun was
setting; it plunged towards the horizon like a red-
The roar of the Golden River rose on Hans'
ear. He stood at the brink of the chasm through
which it ran. Its waves were filled with the red
glory of the sunset: they shook their crests like
tongues of fire, and flashes of bloody light gleamed
along their foam. Their sound came mightier and
50 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
mightier on his senses; his brain grew giddy with
the prolonged thunder. Shuddering he drew the
flask from his girdle, and hurled it into the centre
of the torrent. As he did so, an icy chill shot
through his limbs: he staggered, shrieked, and
fell. The waters closed over his cry. And the
moaning of the river rose wildly into the night, as
it gushed over
THE BLACK STONE.
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 51
How MR. SCHWARTZ SET OFF ON AN EXPEDITION TO THE GOLDEN
RIVER, AND HOW HE PROSPERED THEREIN.
OOR little Gluck waited very
Anxiously alone in the house,
for Hans' return. Finding
i he did not come back, he
was terribly frightened, and
Sent and told Schwartz in
-" I the prison, all that had hap-
S," opened. Then Schwartz was
*i very much pleased, and said
,, 'that Hans must certainly
\' have been turned into a
Black stone, and he should
have all the gold to himself. But Gluck was very
sorry, and cried all night. When he got up in the
morning, there was no bread in the house, nor any
money; so Gluck went, and hired himself to another
goldsmith, and he worked so hard, and so neatly,
and so long every day, that he soon got money
52 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
enough together, to pay his brother's fine, and he
went, and gave it all to Schwartz, and Schwartz got
out of prison. Then Schwartz was quite pleased,
and said he should have some of the gold of the
river. But Gluck only begged he would go and see
what had become of Hans.
Now when Schwartz had heard that Hans had
stolen the holy water, he thought to himself that
such a proceeding might not be considered al-
together correct by the King of the Golden River,
and determined to manage matters better. So he
took some more of Gluck's money, and went to a
bad priest, who gave him some holy water very
readily for it. Then Schwartz was sure it was all
quite right. So Schwartz got up early in the
morning before the sun rose, and took some bread
and wine, in a basket, and put his holy water in a
flask, and set off for the mountains. Like his
brother he was much surprised at the sight of the
glacier, and had great difficulty in crossing it, even
after leaving his basket behind him. The day was
cloudless, but not bright: there was a heavy purple
haze hanging over the sky, and the hills looked
lowering and gloomy. And as Schwartz climbed the
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 53
steep rock path,
the thirst came_
upon him, as it
had upon his bro- _
their, until he
lifted his flask to
his lips to drink.
Then he saw the .
fair child lying i: ',
near him on the
rocks, and it
cried to him, and
moaned for water.
said Schwartz ;
"I haven't half -
enough for my-
self," and passed .
on. And as he went
he thought the sunl:lt amc II,
grew more dim, and lie s a- .
low bank of black cloud riin.
out of the West; and, when he
had climbed for another hour the thirst overcame
54 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
him again, and he would have drunk. Then he
saw the old man lying before him on the path, and
heard him cry out for water. Water, indeed,"
said Schwartz, I have n't half enough for myself,"
and on he went.
Then again the light seemed to fade from before
his eyes, and he looked up, and, behold, a mist, of
the colour of blood, had come over the sun; and the
bank of black cloud had risen very high, and its
edges were tossing and tumbling like the waves of
the angry sea. And they cast long shadows, which
flickered over Schwartz's path.
Then Schwartz climbed for another hour, and
again his thirst returned; and as he lifted his flask
to his lips, he thought he saw his brother Hans
lying exhausted on the path before him, and, as he
gazed, the figure stretched its arms to him, and
cried for water. Ha, ha," laughed Schwartz,
"are you there? remember the prison bars, my
boy. Water, indeed! do you suppose I carried
it all the way up here for you?" And he strode
over the figure; yet, as he passed, he thought
he saw a strange expression of mockery about its
lips. And, when he had gone a few yards
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 55
farther, he looked back; but the figure was not
And a sudden horror came over Schwartz, he
knew not why; but the thirst for gold prevailed
over his fear, and he rushed on. And the bank of
black cloud rose to the zenith, and out of it came
bursts of spiry lightning, and waves of darkness
seemed to heave and float between their flashes,
over the whole heavens. And the sky where the
sun was setting was all level, and like a lake of
blood; and a strong wind came out of that sky,
tearing its crimson clouds into fragments, and scat-
tering them far into the darkness. And when
Schwartz stood by the brink of the Golden River,
its waves were black, like thunder clouds, but their
foam was like fire; and the roar of the waters below,
and the thunder above met, as he cast the flask into
the stream. And, as he did so, the lightning glared
in his eyes, and the earth gave way beneath him,
and the waters closed over his cry. And the moan-
ing of the river rose wildly into the night, as it
gushed over the
Two BLACK STONES.
56 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
How LITTLE GLUCK SET OFF ON AN EXPEDITION TO THE GOLDEN
RIVER, AND HOW HE PROSPERED THEREIN; WITH OTHER MATTERS
"HEN Gluck found that
Schwartz did not come back,
he was very sorry, and did not
"know what to do. He had no
money, and was obliged to
"go and hire himself again
to the goldsmith, who
': ;' worked him very hard,
"' 'and gave him very little
money. So, after a month,
or two, Gluck grew tired, and made up his mind
to go and try his fortune with the Golden River.
"The little king looked very kind," thought he.
"I don't think he will turn me into a black stone."
So he went to the priest, and the priest gave
him some holy water as soon as he asked for it.
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 57
Then Gluck took some bread in his basket, and
the bottle of water, and set off very early for the
If the glacier had occasioned a great deal of
fatigue to his brothers, it was twenty times worse
for him, who was neither so strong nor so prac-
tised on the mountains. He had several very bad
falls, lost his basket and bread, and was very much
frightened at the strange noises under the ice. He
lay a long time to rest on the grass, after he had
got over, and began to climb the hill just in the
hottest part of the day. When he had climbed
for an hour, he got dreadfully thirsty, and was
going to drink like his brothers, when he saw an
58 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
old man coming down the path above him, looking
very feeble, and leaning on a staff. "My son," said
the old man, I am faint with thirst, give me some
of that water." Then Gluck looked at him, and
when he saw that he was pale and weary, he gave
him the water; Only pray don't drink it all," said
Gluck. But the old man drank a great deal, and
gave him back the bottle two-thirds empty. Then
he bade him good speed, and Gluck went on again
merrily. And the path became easier to his feet,
and two or three blades of grass appeared upon it,
and some grasshoppers began singing on the bank
beside it; and Gluck thought he had never heard
such merry singing.
Then he went on for another hour, and the
thirst increased on him so that he thought he
should be forced to drink. But, as he raised the
flask, he saw a little child lying panting by the
road-side, and it cried out piteously for water.
Then Gluck struggled with himself, and deter-
mined to bear the thirst a little longer; and he
put the bottle to the child's lips, and it drank
it all but a few drops. Then it smiled on him,
and got up, and ran down the hill; and Gluck
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS.
looked after it, ,. .
till it became -' .- ; -----
as small as a '., ,-
little star, and',' .' ,
thenturned and. -
began climbing .
then there were
all kinds of
- growing on the
rocks, bright "
with pale pink
starry flowers, -.
and soft belled : -
gentians, more .
blue than the -
sky at its deep-
est, and pure N\%]it :
transparent lilies. And ,
crimson and purple but- -,:
terflies darted hitlier ii an,1 .. 6
thither, and the sky seiit
60 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
down such pure light, that Gluck had never felt so
happy in his life.
Yet, when he had climbed for another hour,
his thirst became intolerable again; and, when he
looked at his bottle, he saw that there were only
five or six drops left in it, and he could not
venture to drink. And, as he was hanging the
flask to his belt again, he saw a little dog lying on
the rocks, gasping for breath-just as Hans had
seen it on the day of his ascent. And Gluck
stopped and looked at it, and then at the Golden
River, not five hundred yards above him; and he
thought of the dwarf's words, that no one could
succeed, except in his first attempt;" and he tried
to pass the dog, but it whined piteously, and Gluck
stopped again. Poor beastie," said Gluck, "it'll
be dead when I come down again, if I don't help
it." Then he looked closer and closer at it, and
its eye turned on him so mournfully, that he could
not stand it. Confound the King and his gold
too," said Gluck; and he opened the flask, and
poured all the water into the dog's mouth.
The dog sprang up and stood on its hind legs.
Its tail disappeared, its ears became long, longer,
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 61
silky, golden; its nose became very red, its eyes
became very twinkling; in three seconds the dog
was gone, and before Gluck stood his old acquaint-
ance, the King of the Golden River.
Thank you," said the monarch; "but don't be
frightened, it's all right; for Gluck showed mani-
fest symptoms of consternation at this unlooked-for
reply to his last observation. Why didn't you
come before," continued the dwarf, "instead of
sending me those rascally brothers of yours, for me
to have the trouble of turning into stones ? Very
hard stones they make too."
Oh dear me said Gluck, have you really
been so cruel ?"
Cruel! said the dwarf, they poured unholy
water into my stream: do you suppose I'm going to
allow that ? "
Why," said Gluck, "I am sure, sir-your
majesty, I mean-they got the water out of the
"Very probably," replied the dwarf; "but,"
and his countenance grew stern as he spoke, "the
water which has been refused to the cry of the
weary and dying, is unholy, though it had been
62 THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
blessed by every saint in heaven; and the water
which is found in the vessel of mercy is holy,
though it had been defiled with corpses."
So saying, the dwarf stooped and plucked a lily
that grew at his feet. On its white leaves there
hung three drops of clear dew. And the dwarf
shook them into the flask which Gluck held in his
hand. Cast these into the river," he said, and
descend on the other side of the mountains into the
Treasure Valley. And so good speed."
As he spoke, the figure of the dwarf became
indistinct. The playing colours of his robe formed
themselves into a prismatic mist of dewy light: he
stood for an instant veiled with them as with the
belt of a broad rainbow. The colours grew faint,
the mist rose into the air; the monarch had evapo-
And Gluck climbed to the brink of the Golden
River, and its waves were as clear as crystal, and
as brilliant as the sun. And, when he cast the
three drops of dew into the stream, there opened
where they fell, a small circular whirlpool, into
which the waters descended with a musical noise.
Gluck stood watching it for some time, very
OR, THE BLACK BROTHERS. 63
much disappointed, because not only the river was
not turned into gold, but its waters seemed much
diminished in quantity. Yet he obeyed his friend
the dwarf, and descended the other side of the
mountains, towards the Treasure Valley; and, as
he went, he thought he heard the noise of water
working its way under the ground. And, when he
came in sight of the Treasure Valley, behold, a
river, like the Golden River, was springing from a
new cleft of the rocks above it, and was flowing in
innumerable streams among the dry heaps of red
And as Gluck gazed, fresh grass sprang beside
the new streams, and creeping plants grew, and
climbed among the moistening soil. Young flowers
opened suddenly along the river sides, as stars leap
out when twilight is deepening, and thickets of
myrtle, and tendrils of vine, cast lengthening sha-
dows over the valley as they grew. And thus the
Treasure Valley became a garden again, and the
inheritance, which had been lost by cruelty, was
regained by love.
And Gluck went, and dwelt in the valley, and
the poor were never driven from his door: so
Ci TrHE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER.
that his barns became full of corn, and his house
of treasure. And, for him, the river had, according
to the dwarf's promise, become a River of Gold.
And, to this day, the inhabitants of the valley
point out the place where the three drops of holy
dew were cast into the stream, and trace the course
of the Golden River under the ground, until it
emerges in the Treasure Valley. And at the top of
the cataract of the Golden River, are still to be seen
two BLACK STONES, round which the waters howl
mournfully every day at sunset; and these stones
are still called by the people of the valley
THE BLACK BROTHERS.
LOSNDON : PRINTED BY
IMPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE
AND i'ARL1AMENT SIR EET