Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Translator's note
 Table of Contents
 The ram and the pig who went into...
 The golden bird
 The fox as herdsboy
 Ashiepattle who ate with the troll...
 The quern at the bottom of the...
 Little Butterkin
 The contrary woman
 The woodpecker
 The man's daughter and the woman's...
 The hare who had been married
 The squire's bride
 All women are alike
 One's own children are always the...
 Old Father Bruin in the wolf-p...
 The doll in the grass
 The hen who went to Dovrefjeld...
 Squire Peter
 Bird dauntless
 The town mouse and the country...
 Soria Maria's castle
 Well done, ill paid
 Ashiepattle and his goodly...
 Gudbrand on the hill-side
 The twelve wild ducks
 The bear and the fox
 The cock who fell into the...
 The cock and the fox
 The three princesses in the blue...
 The world's reward
 The companion
 Nanny who wouldn't go home...
 The lad with the beer keg
 Little Fred and his fiddle
 The storehouse key in the...
 The lad who went wooing the daughter...
 The princess whom nobody could...
 Farmer Weatherbeard
 Back Cover

Title: Fairy tales from the far North
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 Material Information
Title: Fairy tales from the far North
Physical Description: viii, 303, 12 p. : ill. ; 23 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Asbjørnsen, Peter Christen, 1812-1885
Brækstad, H. L ( Hans Lien ), 1845-1915 ( Translator )
Werenskiold, Erik Theodor, 1855-1938 ( Illustrator )
Kittelsen, Theodor, 1857-1914 ( Illustrator )
Sinding, Otto Ludvig, 1842-1909 ( Illustrator )
Nutt, David ( Publisher )
Ballantyne, Hanson and Co ( Printer )
Publisher: David Nutt
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Ballantyne, Hanson & Co.
Publication Date: 1897
Edition: Authorised ed.
Subject: Fairy tales -- Juvenile fiction -- Norway   ( lcsh )
Folklore -- Juvenile fiction -- Norway   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Folk tales -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Children's stories -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1897
Genre: Folk tales   ( rbgenr )
Children's stories
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novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Statement of Responsibility: by P.C. Asbjörnsen ; translated from the Norwegian by H.L. Brækstad ; with ninety-five illustrations by E. Werenskiold, T. Kittelsen and O. Sinding.
General Note: Title page printed in red and black.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue follows text.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
    Half Title
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Translator's note
        Page v
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
    The ram and the pig who went into the woods to live by themselves
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    The golden bird
        Page 8
        Page 9
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        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
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        Page 18
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    The fox as herdsboy
        Page 20
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    Ashiepattle who ate with the troll for a wager
        Page 22
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    The quern at the bottom of the sea
        Page 27
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        Page 32
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    Little Butterkin
        Page 34
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    The contrary woman
        Page 39
        Page 40
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    The woodpecker
        Page 45
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    The man's daughter and the woman's daughter
        Page 47
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    The hare who had been married
        Page 58
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    The squire's bride
        Page 61
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    All women are alike
        Page 69
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    One's own children are always the prettiest
        Page 77
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    Old Father Bruin in the wolf-pit
        Page 79
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    The doll in the grass
        Page 82
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    The hen who went to Dovrefjeld to save the world
        Page 87
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    Squire Peter
        Page 91
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    Bird dauntless
        Page 100
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    The town mouse and the country mouse
        Page 116
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    Soria Maria's castle
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    Well done, ill paid
        Page 138
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    Ashiepattle and his goodly crew
        Page 142
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    Gudbrand on the hill-side
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    The twelve wild ducks
        Page 162
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    The bear and the fox
        Page 174
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    The cock who fell into the brewing-vat
        Page 182
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    The cock and the fox
        Page 189
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    The three princesses in the blue mountain
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    The world's reward
        Page 220
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    The companion
        Page 226
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    Nanny who wouldn't go home to supper
        Page 246
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    The lad with the beer keg
        Page 253
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    Little Fred and his fiddle
        Page 259
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    The storehouse key in the distaff
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    The lad who went wooing the daughter of old Mother Corner
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    The princess whom nobody could silence
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    Farmer Weatherbeard
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Fairy Tales from the Far North

Fairy Tales from the

Far North

P. C. Asbjornsen

Translated from the Norwegian by
H. L. Brwekstad

With Ninety-Five Illustrations by


At the Ballantyne Press


SLOWLY but surely the name of Asbjbrnsen has been gaining
ground in popularity as one of the most fascinating and delightful
writers of Fairy Tales, not only among the young folks in this
country, but also among adult readers and students of Folk Lore.
Asbjornsen was first introduced to the English public through the
late Sir George Dasent's translations, published in 1858 and 1874.
In 1881 appeared my translation of a selection of his Norske
Folke-Eventyr (Norwegian Folk and Fairy Tales), and his Huldre-
Eventyr (Tales and Legends about the wood-fairy and other
supernatural beings), with the original illustrations, which a
number of Norwegian artists, all friends and admirers of the
genial author, had for some time been preparing for the first
illustrated edition of his Tales. The English edition was
published under the title of "Round the Yule Log," and met
with a most favourable reception both in this country and in
A second volume, containing a further selection of his most
popular Tales, with illustrations by the well-known Norwegian
artists, E. Werenskiold, T. Kittelsen and 0. Sinding was in course


of publication when, in 1885, death overtook the author, and
Norway lost one of her most celebrated sons. But the arrange-
ments for the publication of this new volume of the illustrated
edition were so far advanced, that the final part was able to
appear about two years after Asbj6rnsen's death. It is these
illustrations which appear in the pages of the present English
edition of the new selection of his Tales. With regard to the
translation, I have in this, as in my former volume, Round the
Yule Log," attempted to retain as far as possible the racy,
colloquial flavour of the original.

H. L. B.
LONDON, Septemnber, 1897.


The Ram and the Pig who went into the Woods to live by Themselves i
The Golden Bird 8
The Fox as Herdsboy .20
Ashiepattle, who ate with the Trollfor a Wager .22
The Quern at the Bottom of the Sea 27
Little Butterkin 34
The Contrary-minded Woman 39
The Woodpecker 45
The Man's Daughter and the Woman's Daughter .47
The Hare who had been Married .58
The Squire's Bride 61
All Women are alike 69
One's own Children are always the Prettiest 77
Old Father Bruin in the Wolfpit 79
The Doll in the Grass 82
The Hen who went to Dovrefjeld to save the World 87
Squire Peter 91
Bird Dauntless oo0
The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse 16
Soria Maria's Castle 122
Well Done, Ill Paid 138
Ashiepattle and his Goodly Crew .142
Gudbrand on the Hill-side 155
The Twelve Wild Ducks 162

The Bear and the Fox :
i. Slip Pine-Root, Grip Fox-Foot 174
2. The Bear and the Fox make a Wager. 175
3. The Bear and the Fox go into Partnership 176
4. Reynard wants to taste Horseflesh 18
The Cock who fell into the Brewing Vat. 182
The Cock and the Fox 189
The Three Princesses in the Blue Mountain 192
The World's Reward 220
The Companion 226
Nanny who wouldn't go Home to Supper 246
The Lad with the Beer Keg 253
Little Fred and his Fiddle 259
The Storehouse Key in the Distaff 269
The Lad who went wooing the Daughter of old Mother Corner 272
The Princess whom nobody could silence 283
Farmer Weatherbeard 289

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THERE was once upon a time a
ram, who was being fattened up
for killing. He had therefore
plenty to eat, and he soon be-
came round and fat with all the
good things he got. One day
the dairy-maid came, and gave
him some more food.
"You must eat, ram," she




said; "you'll not be long here now, for to-morrow we are going to
kill you."
"There's an old saying, that no one should sneer at old
women's advice, and that advice and physic can be had for every-
thing except death," thought the ram to himself; but perhaps
I might manage to escape it this time."
And so he went on eating till he was full, and when he was
quite satisfied he ran his horns against the door, burst it open,
and set off to the neighboring farm. There he made straight for
the pig-sty, to look for a pig with whom he had struck up an
acquaintance on the common, since when they had always been
good friends and got on well together.
"Good day, and thanks for your kindness last time we met,"
said the ram to the pig.
"Good day, and thanks to you," said the pig.
"Do you know why they make you so comfortable, and why
they feed you and look after you so well ? said the ram.
No," said the pig.
"There are many mouths to feed on this farm, you must know,"
said the ram; they are going to kill you and eat you."
Are they ? said the pig. "Well, much good may it do
them "
If you are of the same mind as I, we will go into the woods
and build a house and live by ourselves; there is nothing like
having a home of your own, you know," said the ram.
Yes, the pig was quite willing. It's nice to be in fine
company," said he, and off they started.
When they had got a bit on the way they met a goose.
Good day, my good people, and thanks for your kindness last
time we met," said the goose. Where are you off to ? "
Good day, and thanks to you," said the ram. "We had it
altogether too comfortable at our place, so we are off to the woods
to live by ourselves. In your own house you are your own
master, you know," said he.
"Well, I'm very comfortable where I am," said the goose;


" but why shouldn't I join you ? Good company makes the day
shorter," said she.
"But neither hut nor house can be built by gabbling and
quacking," said the pig. "What do you think you can do ?"
"Good counsel and skill may do as much as a giant's will,"
said the goose. I can pluck moss and stuff it into the crevices,
so that the house will be warm and comfortable."
Well, she might come with them, thought the pig, for he liked
the place to be warm and cosy.
When they had gone a bit on the way-the goose was not
getting along very fast-they met a hare, who came scampering
out of the wood.
Good day, my good people, and thanks for your kindness the
last time we met," said the hare. How far are you going to-day ?"
said he.
Good day, and thanks to you," said the ram; we had it alto-
gether too comfortable at our place, so we are off to the woods to
build a house and live by ourselves. When you have tried both
East and West, you'll find that a home of your own is after all
the best," said he.
Well, I have, of course, a home in every bush," said the hare;
"but I have often said to myself in the winter, that if I lived till
the summer I would build a house, so I have a good mind to go
with you and build one after all," said he.
"Well, if the worst comes to the worst, we might take you
with us to frighten the dogs away," said the pig, for you couldn't
help us to build the house, I should say."
"There is always something for willing hands to do in this
world," said the, hare. "I have teeth to gnaw pegs with, and I
have paws to knock them into the walls, so I'll do very well for a
carpenter; for 'good tools make good work,' as the man said,
when he skinned his mare with an auger," said the hare.
Well, he might come with them and help to build the house;
there could be no harm in that.
When they had got a bit further on the way, they met a cock.

"Good day, my good people, and thanks for your kindness
last time we met," said the cock; "where are you all going to-
day ?" he said.
Good day and thanks to you," said the ram; "we had it
altogether too comfortable at our place, so we are off to the woods
to build a house and live by ourselves. 'For unless at home you
bake, you'll lose both fuel and cake,'" said he.
"Well, I am comfortable enough, where I am," said the cock,
"but it's better to have your own roost than to sit on a stranger's
perch and crow; and that cock is best off who has a home of his
own," said he. If I could join such fine company as yours, I too
would like to go to the woods and build a house."
"Well, flapping and crowing is all very well for noise, but it
won't cut joists," said the pig. "You can't help us to build a
house," he said.
It is not well to live in a house where there is neither -dog
nor cock," said the cock; "I am early to rise and early to crow."
Yes, early to rise, makes one wealthy and wise,' so let him
come with us said the pig. He was always the heaviest sleeper.
Sleep is a big thief, and steals half one's life," he said.
So they all set off to the woods and built the house. The pig
felled the trees and the ram dragged them home; the hare was
the carpenter, and gnawed pegs and hammered them into walls
and roof; the goose plucked moss and stuffed it into the crevices
between the logs; the cock crew and took care that they did not
oversleep themselves in the mornings, and when the house was
ready and the roof covered with birch-bark and thatched with turf,
they could at least live by themselves, and they were all both
happy and contented.
It's pleasant to travel both East and West, but home is, after
all, the best," said the ram.
But a bit further into the wood two wolves had their lair, and
when they saw that a new house had been built hard by they
wanted to know what sort of folks they had got for neighbours.
For they thought, "a good neighbour is better than a brother in a

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foreign land, and it is better to live among good neighbours than
to be known far and wide."
So one of them made it his business to call there and ask for a
light for his pipe. The moment he came inside the door the ram
rushed at him, and gave him such a butt with his horns that the
wolf fell on his head into the hearth; the pig snapped and bit, the
goose nipped and pecked, the cock flew up on a rafter and began
to crow and cackle, and the hare became so frightened that he
scampered and jumped about, both high and low, and knocked and
scrambled about from one corner of the room to the other.
At last the wolf managed to get out of the house.
"Well, to know one's neighbours is to add to one's wisdom,"
said the wolf, who was waiting outside; I suppose you had a
grand reception, since you stayed so long. But what about the
light ? I don't see either pipe or smoke," said he.
Yes, that was a nice light I got, and a nice lot of people they
were," said he who had been inside. "Such treatment I never
met with before, but 'as you make your bed so you must lie,'
and 'an unexpected guest must put up with what he gets,'" said
the wolf. "No sooner had I got inside the door, than the shoe-
maker threw his last at me, and I fell on my head in the middle
of the forge; there sat two smiths, blowing bellows and pinching
and snipping bits of flesh off me with red-hot tongs and pincers;
the hunter rushed about the room looking for his gun, but as luck
would have it, he couldn't find it. And up on the rafters sat
some one beating his arms about and shouting: 'Let's hook him !
let's hook him Sling him up sling him up !' and if he had only
got hold of me I should never have got out alive."


THERE was once upon a
time a king who had a
garden; in that garden there was an
apple-tree, and on that apple-tree there
grew a golden apple every year; but
when the time came to pluck the apple, it
was gone, and no one knew who took it or
what became of it ; but gone it was.
The king had three sons, and one day he
told them that he who could bring him the
-r. apple, or get hold of the thief, should have the
kingdom after him, no matter whether he was
the eldest, the second or the younger son.
The eldest set out first and sat down under the tree to keep
watch for the thief. Soon after dark a golden bird came flying,


and the light from it was so strong and dazzling, that it could be
seen a long way off. When the prince saw the bird and the
dazzling light, he became so frightened, that he dared not stay
any longer, but rushed indoors as fast as he could.
Next morning the apple was gone; the prince had then, how-
ever, recovered his courage and began to get ready for his journey
and wanted to set off to find the bird. The king fitted him out in
grand style and spared neither money nor fine raiment. When
the prince had gone a bit on the way he became hungry, opened
his scrip and sat down to his breakfast by the road side. A fox
then came out of the wood and sat down and looked at him.
"Do give me a little to eat," said the fox.
I'll give you some powder and shot," said the prince; my
food I shall want myself; nobody can tell how far and how long I
may have to travel," said he.
"Just so," said the fox, and so he went back into the wood
When the prince had finished his meal and rested awhile he
set out on his way again. After a long time he came to a big city,
and in that city there was an inn, where there was always joy and
never any sorrow; he thought that would be a nice place to stop
at, and so he remained. And there-was such dancing and drinking
and joy and merry-making, that he forgot the bird and his father
and his journey and the whole kingdom.
Away he was and away he stopped.
The next year the second prince was to watch for the thief in
the garden ; he also sat down under the tree when the apple began
to ripen. But one night, all of a sudden, the golden bird came
flying, shining like the sun; the prince became so afraid that he
took to his heels and ran indoors as fast as he could.
In the morning the apple was gone, but the prince had then
recovered his courage and wanted to set out and find the bird.
He began to get ready and the king fitted him out in grand style
and spared neither money nor fine raiment. But the same thing
happened to him as to his brother; when he had got a bit on the


way he became hungry, opened' his scrip and sat down to his
breakfast by the roadside. A fox then came out from the pine
wood and sat down and looked at him.
Do give me a little to eat," said the fox.
I'll give you some powder and shot," said the prince; my
food I shall want myself; nobody can tell how far and how long I
may have to travel," said he.
"Just so," said the fox, and so he went back into the wood
When the prince had finished his meal and rested awhile, he
set out on his way again. After a long time he came to the
same city and the same inn, where there was always joy and
never any sorrow; and there he also thought it would be nice
to stop, and the first he met was his brother, and so he remained.
The brother had been leading a gay and reckless life and had
scarcely any clothes left on his back; but now he began afresh,
and there was such dancing and drinking and joy and merriment
that the second prince also forgot the bird and his father and
his journey and the whole kingdom. Away he was and'away he
When the time came for the apple to ripen again the youngest
prince was to go into the garden and watch for the thief. He
took a companion with him who was to help him up into the tree,
and he also took with him a keg of beer and a pack of cards to
pass away the time with so that he should not fall asleep. All
of a sudden they saw a bright light, as if from the sun; every
feather of the bird could be seen long before it came to the tree.
The prince climbed up into the tree and at the same time the
golden bird swooped down and took the apple; the prince tried to
seize the bird, but he only caught a feather out of its tail.
So he went to the king's bedroom, and as he came in with the
feather, it became as light as day.
He also wanted to try if he could find his brothers and catch
the bird, for he had been so near to it that he had got a feather
from its tail and would know it again anywhere, he said.


Well, the king went and pondered long whether he should let
him go, for he thought the youngest would not fare any better than
the two eldest, who ought to have more knowledge of the world,
and he was afraid he should lose him also. But the prince begged
so earnestly that at last he got permission to go.
He then began to get ready and the king fitted him out in
grand style, both with clothes and money, and so he set off.
When he had travelled for some time he became hungry and
took his scrip and sat down to have his breakfast, but just as he
was in the midst of it, a fox came out of the wood and sat down
close by his side and looked at him.
"Do give me a little to eat," said the fox.
"I shall want the food myself," said the prince, "for I cannot
tell how far I shall have to travel, but I have enough to give you a
When the fox had got the piece of meat he asked the prince
where he was going.
Yes, that he would tell him.
If you will listen to me, I will help you, and you will have
good luck," said the fox.
The prince promised he would, and so they set off together.
They travelled a while till they came to the same city and the
same inn, where there was always joy, but no sorrow.
"I must keep outside here; the dogs are rather a nuisance,"
said the fox, and so he told the prince where his brothers were
to be found and what they were doing; "and if you go in there
you will not get any further either," said he.
The prince promised he would not go in there, and gave
him his hand on it, and so each went his way. But when the
prince came to the inn and heard the noise and merriment
going on he felt he must go in; there was no help for it,
and when he met his brothers there was such rejoicing that
he forgot both the fox and the journey and the bird, and his
father. But when he had been there a while the fox came-
he had ventured into the city after all-and opened the door a


little and made a sign to the prince, saying that now they must be
off. So the prince bethought himself, and they went their way.
When they had travelled a while they saw a big mountain far
away. The fox said:
"Three hundred miles at the back of that mountain there is
a gilded linden-tree with golden leaves, and in that tree sits the
golden bird from which you took the feather."
Thither they travelled together. When the prince was going
to catch the bird the fox gave him some bright feathers which he
was to wave in his hands, and so attract the bird, which would
then fly down and sit on his hand.
But the fox said he must not touch the linden-tree, for inside
it was a big troll, who owned it, and if the prince only touched
the smallest twig the troll would come out and kill him on the
No, he would not touch it, said the prince; but when he
had got the bird on his hand, he thought he must have a
twig of the tree; there was no help for it, it was so bright
and beautiful. So he took a tiny little sprig, but the same
moment the troll came out.
"Who is that stealing my tree and my bird?" roared the
troll, and he was so angry that he spurted sparks of fire.
Thieves believe that all men steal," said the prince; but
only those get hanged who do not steal properly," said he.
The troll said that made no difference, and was going to kill
him, but the prince begged him 'to spare his life.
"Well," said the troll, if you can bring me back the horse
which my nearest neighbour has taken from me, you will get off
with your life."
Where shall I find it, then ?" said the prince.
Oh, he lives three hundred miles at the back of that big blue
mountain against the horizon yonder," said the troll.
The prince promised he would do his best. But when he came
back to the fox he found him in rather a bad temper.
Now you have got yourself into trouble," said the fox; if


you had listened to me we could have been on our way home by
this," said he.
So they had to make a fresh start, for the prince had pledged
his word, and his life depended on his finding the horse.
At last they got there, but as the prince was going to take the
horse the fox said:
"When you come into the stable you will find all sorts of
bridles hanging on the wall, both of gold and silver; you must
not touch them, for then the troll will come and kill you right
away; you must take the ugliest and shabbiest you see."
Yes, the prince promised he would; but when he came into
the stable he thought it was quite unreasonable not to take a fine
bridle, for there were plenty of them, and so he took the brightest
he could find. It was as bright as gold, but just then the troll
came and was so angry that sparks flew from him.
"Who is that stealing my horse and my bridle?" he
"Thieves believe that all men steal," said the prince; "but
only those get hanged who do not steal properly," said he.
"Well, that makes no difference. I'll kill you on the spot,"
shouted the troll.
But the prince begged him to spare his life.
"Well," said the troll, "if you can bring me back the fair
damsel which my nearest neighbour has taken from me I will spare
"Whereabouts does he live, then ?" asked the prince.
"Oh, he lives three hundred miles at the back of that big blue
mountain against the horizon yonder," said the troll.
The prince promised he would fetch the damsel, and was
allowed to go, and so he escaped with his life.
But when he came out you may imagine how angry the fox
Now you've got yourself into trouble again," said he; if you
had listened to me we could have been on our way home long ago.
I almost think I will not go with you any further."


But the prince begged and prayed and promised he would
never do anything else but what the fox told him, if he would
only remain with him. At last the fox gave in, and they
became firm friends again; so they set off once more and came at
last to where the fair damsel was.
Well," said the fox, I have your promise, but I dare not let
you in to the troll, after all; this time I must go myself." So he
went in, and after a while he came out with the damsel, and so
they went back the same way they had come.
When they got to the troll, who had the horse, they took both
the horse and the brightest bridle; and when they got to the troll,
who had the linden tree and the bird, they took both the tree and
the bird and started off with them.
When they had got a bit on the way, they came to a field of
rye, and the fox then said :
I hear a thundering noise; you had better go on ahead; I
will remain here a while," he said. He then plaited himself a
gown of rye-straw, in which he looked like a preacher. All at
once the three trolls came rushing along, hoping to overtake the
Have you seen any one passing here with a fair damsel, a
horse with a golden bridle, a golden bird, and a gilded linden-
tree ? they shouted to the fox, as he stood there preaching.
"Well, I've heard from my grandmother's grandmother, that
something of the kind passed this way, but that was in the good
old times, when my grandmother's grandmother baked halfpenny
cakes and gave back the halfpenny."
Then all the trolls burst out laughing: "Ha, ha, ha!" they
laughed and held on to one another.
If we have slept so long, we may as well turn our noses home-
wards, and go to sleep again," they said, and so they went back
the way they came.
The fox then set off after the prince, but when they came to
the city, where the inn and his brothers were, he said:
I dare not go through the town on account of the dogs; I must




go my own way just above here, but you must take good care your
brothers do not get hold of you."
But when the prince came into the city, he thought it would
be too bad if he did not look in upon his brothers and have a word
with them, and so he tarried there for a while.
When the brothers saw him, they came out and took both the
damsel, and the horse, and the bird, and the linden-tree, and every-
thing from him, and they put him in a barrel, and threw him into
the sea; and so they set off home to the king's palace, with the
damsel, and the horse, and the bird, and the linden-tree, and every-
thing. But the damsel would not speak, and she became pale and
wretched to look upon; the horse got so thin and miserable that
it could hardly hang together; the bird became silent and shone
no more, and the linden-tree withered.
In the meantime the fox was sneaking about outside the
city, where the inn and the merriment were, and was waiting
for the prince and the damsel, and wondered why they did not
He went hither and thither, waiting and watching for them,
and at last he came down to the shore, and when he saw the
barrel, which was lying out at sea drifting, he shouted : "Why are
you drifting about there, you empty barrel ? "
Oh, it is I," said the prince in the barrel.
The fox them swam out to sea as fast as he could, got hold of
the barrel, and towed it to land; then he began to gnaw the hoops,
and when he had got some off the barrel, he said to the prince:
Stamp and kick."
The prince stamped and kicked till all the staves flew about,
and out he jumped from the barrel.
So they went together to the king's palace, and when they got
there the damsel regained her beauty and began to talk, the horse
became so fat and sleek that every hair glistened; the light shone
from the bird and it began to sing; the linden-tree began to blossom
and its leaves to sparkle, and the damsel said, He is the one who
has saved us."


They planted the linden-tree in the garden, and the youngest
prince was to marry the princess, for such the damsel really was;
but the two eldest brothers were put each in a spiked barrel and
rolled down a high mountain.
Then they began to prepare for the wedding, but the fox first


asked the prince to put him on the block and cut his head off, and
although the prince both prayed and cried, there was no help for
it; he would have to do it. But as he cut the head off, the fox


turned into a handsome prince, and he was the brother of the
princess, whom they had rescued from the troll.
So the wedding came off and everything was so grand and
splendid, that the news of the festivities reached all the way

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THERE was once upon a time a woman, who went out to look for
a herdsboy, and so she met a bear.
"Where are you going ?" said the bear.
"Oh, I'm looking for a herdsboy," answered the woman.
"Won't you take me?" asked the bear.
"Well, if you only knew how to call the flock," said the
wife. "Ho-y !" shouted the bear.
No, I won't have you!" said the woman, when she heard
this, and went on her way.
When she had gone on a while, she met a wolf.
"Where are you going ? said the wolf.
"I am looking for a herdsboy," said the woman.
"Won't you take me ? said the wolf.

"Well, if you only knew how to call the flock," said the
woman. U-g-h I" howled the wolf.
"No, I won't have you," said the woman.
When she had gone a bit further, she met a fox.
"Where are you going ? said the fox.
Oh, I'm looking for a herdsboy," said the woman.
Won't you take me ?" asked the fox.
Well, if you only knew how to call the flock," said the woman.
Dil-dal-holom I" called the fox in a thin, squeaky voice.
Yes, I'll take you for a herdsboy," said the woman ; and so she
put the fox to look after her flocks. On the first day he ate up all
the goats belonging to the woman; the second day he finished all
her sheep, and the third day he ate all the cows. When he came
home in the evening, the woman asked what he had done with hll
the flocks.
"The skulls are in the brook and the bones in the wood,"
said the fox.
The woman was busy churning, but she thought she might as
well go and look for her flocks. While she was away, the fox
slipped into the churn and ate all the cream. When the woman
came back and saw this, she became so angry, that she took a
small clot of cream, which was left, and threw it after the fox,
splashing the end of his tail with it, and that's the reason why
the fox has a white tip to his tail I



THERE was once upon a time a peasant who had three sons. He
was badly off, and old and feeble, and the sons would not do any
To the farm belonged a large pine forest, and the father
wanted his sons to cut timber in it, and try to get some of his
debts paid off. At last he got them to listen to him, and the
eldest one was to go out first and fell trees. When he got into
the forest and began felling an old bearded pine, a great big troll
came up to him.
"If you cut down my trees, I'll kill you! said the troll.
When the lad heard this, he threw down the axe and set off
home as fast as he could. He got there quite out of breath, and
told what had happened to him, but the father said he was chicken-
hearted; the trolls had never frightened him from felling trees
when he was young, he said.
The next day the second son was to go, and the same thing
happened to him. He had no sooner struck some blows at the
pine than the troll came and said:
If you cut down my trees, I'll kill you !"
The lad hardly dared to look at him; he threw down the axe
and took to his heels, just like his brother, only rather quicker.
The favourite hero of most Norwegian fairy tales is called Askeladen, a sort
of male Cinderella, and is always the youngest son of the family.



SWhen he came home the father became angry, and said that
the trolls had never frightened him when he was young.
On the third day Ashiepattle wanted to set out.
You indeed!" said the two eldest; "you'll never be able to
do anything, you who have never been outside the door!"
Ashiepattle did not answer, but only asked for plenty of food
to take with him. His mother had nothing ready, and so she put
on the pot and made a cheese for him, which he placed in his
scrip, and then set out from home. When he had been felling
trees awhile, the troll came to him and said:
"If you cut down my trees, I'll kill you!"
But the lad was not slow; he ran into the forest for the cheese
and squeezed it, so that the whey spurted from it.
If you don't be quiet," he shouted to the troll, I'll squeeze
you just as I squeeze the water out of this white stone."
Oh dear, oh dear do spare me !" said the troll, and I'll
help you."
Well, on that condition the lad would spare him, and as the
troll was clever at felling trees, they cut them down by the dozen
during the day. Towards evening the troll said :
You had better come home with me; it is nearer than to
your place."
Well, the boy went home with him, and when they got there
the troll was to light the fire on the hearth, while the boy fetched
the water for the porridge. But the two iron buckets that were
there were so big and heavy he was not even able to move them.
So the boy said :
It is hardly worth while to take these thimbles with me; I'll
go and fetch the whole well."
Oh dear, no said the troll, I cannot lose my well; you
make the fire, and I'll fetch the water."
When he came back with the water, they boiled a great big
cauldron of porridge.
If it's all the same to you," said the lad, I'll lay a wager I'll
eat more than you."


"All right," said the troll, for he thought he could easily
manage that; but the boy took his scrip without the troll seeing
it, and tied it in front of him, and managed to put more porridge
in the scrip than he ate himself. When the scrip was full he took
his knife and cut a slit in it.
The troll looked at him, but didn't say anything. When they
had been eating a good while the troll put away his spoon, and
said :
I can't eat any more."
"You must eat," answered the lad. "I'm scarcely half-way
through. Do as I did, and cut a hole in your stomach, and then
you can eat as much as you like."
But I suppose it hurts one dreadfully ? asked the troll.
Oh, nothing worth talking about," answered the lad.
So the troll did as the lad told him, and as you will easily
understand, that was the end of him. But the lad took all the
silver and gold which was in the mountain, and went home. With
that he would be able to pay off something of his father's debt.



ONCE upon a time in the old, old days
there were two brothers, one of whom
was rich and the other poor. When
Christmas Eve came the poor brother
had not a morsel in the house, neither
of meat nor bread; and so he went to
his rich brother, and asked for a trifle
for Christmas, in heaven's name. It
was not the first time the brother had
helped him, but he was always very
close-fisted, and was not particularly
glad to see him this time.
If you'll do what I tell you, you
shall have a whole ham," he said. The

poor brother promised he would, and was very grateful into the
"There it is, and now go to the devil! said the rich brother,
and threw the ham across to him.
Well, what I have promised I must keep," said the other one.
'He took the ham, and set out. He walked and walked the whole
day, and as it was getting dark he came to a place where the:
lights were shining brightly. "This is most likely the place,"
thought the man with the ham.
In the wood-shed stood an old man with a long white beard,
cutting firewood for Christmas.
Good evening," said he with the ham.
Good evening to you," said the man. "Where are you
going so late ? "
I am going to the devil-that is to say, if I am on the right
way," answered the poor man.
"Yes, you are quite right; this is his place," said the old man.
"When you get in, they will all want to buy your ham, for ham
is scarce food here; but you must not sell it unless you get the
hand-quern, which stands just behind the door. When you come
out again, I'll teach you how to use it. You will find it useful
in many ways."
The man with the ham thanked him for all the information,
and knocked at the door.
When he got in, it happened just as the old man had said. All
the imps, both big and small, flocked around him like ants in a
field, and the one outbid the other for the ham.
"Well," said the man, my good woman and I were to have
it for Christmas Eve, but since you want it so badly I will let you
have it. But if I am going to part with it, I want that hand-quern
which stands behind the door."
The devil did not like to part with it, and higgled and
haggled with the man, but he stuck to what he had said, and in
the end the devil had to part with the quern.
When the man came out, he asked the old wood-cutter how

he was to use the quern, and when he had learned this, he thanked
the old man and set out homewards as quickly as he could; but
after all he did not get home till the clock struck twelve on Christ-
mas Eve.
Where in all the world have you been?" said his wife.
" Here have I been sitting, hour after hour, waiting and watching
for you, and have not had as much as two chips to lay under the
porridge pot."
Well, I couldn't get back before;" said the man. I have had
a good many things to look after, and I've had a long way to walk
as well; but now I'll show you something," said he and put the quern
on the table. He asked it first to grind candles, then a cloth, and
then food and beer, and everything else that was good for Christmas
cheer; and as he spoke the quern brought them forth. The woman
crossed herself time after time and wanted to know where her
husband had got the quern from; but this he would not tell her.
It does not matter where I got it from; you see the quern is
good and the mill stream is not likely to freeze," said the man. So he
ground food and drink and all good things during Christmas; and the
third day he invited his friends, as he wanted to give them a feast.
When the rich brother saw all that was in the house, he became
both angry and furious, for he begrudged his brother everything.
On Christmas Eve he was so needy that he came to me
and asked for a trifle in heaven's name; and now he gives a
feast, as if he were both a count and a king," said the brother.
"Where did you get all your riches from?" he said to his brother.
From just behind the door," he answered, for he did not care
to tell his brother much about it. But later in the evening, when
he had drank a little freely, he could no longer resist, but brought
out the quern.
There you see that which has brought me all my riches," he
said, and so he let the quern grind first one thing and then another.
When the brother saw this, he was determined to have the
quern at all cost, and at last it was settled he should have it, but
three hundred dollars was to be the price of it. The brother was

however, to keep it till the harvest began; for if I keep it so
long, I can grind out food for many years to come," he thought.
During that time you may be sure the quern did not rust, and
when the harvest began the rich brother got it; but the other had
taken great care not to show him how to use it.
It was evening when the rich brother got the quern home, and
in the morning he asked his wife to go out and help the hay-
makers; he would get the breakfast ready himself to-day, he said.
When it was near breakfast time he put the quern on the
breakfast table.
"Grind herrings and broth, and do it quickly and well," said
the man, and the quern began to bring forth herrings and broth,
and filled first all the dishes and tubs, and afterwards began flood-
ing the whole kitchen.
The man fiddled and fumbled and tried to stop the quern, but
however much he twisted and fingered it, the quern went on
grinding, and in a little while the broth reached so high that the
man was very near drowning. He then pulled open the parlour
door, but it was not long before the quern had filled the parlour
also, and it was just in the very nick of time that the man put his
hand down into the broth and got hold of the latch, and when he
had got the door open, he was soon out of the parlour, you may be
sure. He rushed out, and the herrings and the broth came pouring
out after him, like a stream, down the fields and meadows.
The wife, who was out haymaking, now thought it took too
long a time to get the breakfast ready.
If my husband doesn't call us soon, we must go home whether
or no: I don't suppose he knows much about making broth, so I
must go and help him," said the wife to the haymakers.
They began walking homewards, but when they had got a bit
up the hill they met the stream of broth with the herrings tossing
about in it and the man himself running in front of it all.
I wish all of you had a hundred stomachs each I shouted
the man; "but take care you don't get drowned." And he rushed
past them as if the Evil One was at his heels, down to where his

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brother lived. He asked him for heaven's sake to take back the
quern, and that at once; If it goes on grinding another hour the
whole parish will perish in broth and herrings," he said. But the
brother would not take it back on any account before his brother
had paid him three hundred dollars more, and this he had to do.
The poor brother now had plenty of money, and before long he
bought a farm much grander than the one on which his rich
brother lived, and with the quern he ground so much gold that he
covered the farmstead with gold plates and, as it lay close to the
shore, it glittered and shone far out at sea. All those who sailed
past wanted to call and visit the rich man in the golden house, and
everybody wanted to see the wonderful quern, for its fame had
spread both far and wide, and there was no one who had not
heard it spoken of.
After along while there came a skipper who wanted to see the
quern; he asked if it could grind salt. Yes, that it could, said he who
owned it; and when the skipper heard this he wanted the quern
by hook or by crook, cost what it might, for if he had it he thought
he need not sail far away across dangerous seas for cargoes of salt.
At first the man did not want to part with it, but the skipper
both begged and prayed, and at last he sold it and got many,
many thousand dollars for it.
As soon as the skipper had got the quern on his back he did
not stop long, for he was afraid the man would change his mind,
and as for asking how to use it he had no time to do that; he made
for his ship as quickly as he could, and when he had got out to sea
a bit he had the quern brought up on deck.
Grind salt, and that both quickly and well," said the skipper,
and the quern began to grind out salt so that it spurted to all sides.
When the skipper had got the ship filled he wanted to stop the
quern, but however much he tried and whatever he did the quern
went on grinding, and the mound of salt grew higher and higher,
and at last the ship sank.
There at the bottom of the sea stands the quern grinding till
this very day, and that is the reason why the sea is salt.


ONCE upon a time there was a woman who was sitting baking.
She had a little boy who was so fat and plump and who was so
fond of good food that she called him Butterkin. She also had a
dog called Goldtooth.
One day, all of a sudden, the dog began to bark.
Run out, Butterkin I" said the woman, and see what
Goldtooth is barking at."
So the boy ran out and came back, saying:
Oh, mother, mother There's a great big troll-wife coming
here, with her head under her arm and a bag on her back."


Run under the table and hide yourself," said his mother.
The big troll-wife then came in.
Good day I she said.
Good day to you I said Butterkin's mother.
"Is Butterkin at home to-day ?" asked the troll-wife.
No, he is in the forest with his father, after the ptarmigan,"
answered the woman.
"That's a pity," said the troll; "for I have such a nice little
silver knife I wanted to give him."
Peep, peep, here I am," said Butterkin under the table, and
crept out.
I am so old and stiff in my back," said the troll, "you must
get into the bag and find it yourself."
No sooner was Butterkin in the bag than the troll threw it across
her back and walked off with him. When they had gone a bit on
the way the troll got tired and asked :
How far have I to go before I can lie down and sleep? "
"About a mile," answered Butterkin. The troll then put
down the bag by the roadside and went in among the bushes by
herself and lay down to sleep. In the meantime Butterkin took
the opportunity, pulled out his knife, cut a hole in the bag and
jumped out; he then put a big root of a fir-tree in his place
and ran home to his mother. When the troll-wife reached
home and saw what she had in the bag she flew into a great
The next day the woman sat baking again. All at once the
.dog began to bark.
Run out, Butterkin," said she, and see what Goldtooth is
barking at."
Oh, mother, mother! It's that terrible old troll I" said
Butterkin. Here she is again, with her head under her arm and
a big bag on her back."
Run under the table and hide yourself," said his mother.
"Good-day !" said the troll-wife. "Is Butterkin at home
to-day ? "


No, indeed he is not," said his mother; he is out in the
forest with his father, after the ptarmigan."
That's a pity !" said the troll; for I have such a nice little
silver fork I wanted to give him."
Peep, peep Here I am!" said Butterkin, and crept out.
I am so stiff in my back," said the troll, "you must get into
the bag and find it yourself."
No sooner was Butterkin in the bag than the troll threw it
across her back and walked off with him. When they had gone
a good bit on the way the troll got tired and asked :
How far have I to go before I can lie down and sleep ? "
About two miles," answered Butterkin. The troll then put
down the bag by the roadside and went into the wood and lay
down to sleep. While the troll-wife took her nap, Butterkin cut
a hole in the bag, and when he had got out he put a big stone in
his place. As soon as the troll-wife reached home she lighted a
great fire in the hearth and put on a large cauldron in which to
boil Butterkin, but when she took the bag to empty Butterkin into
the cauldron, the stone fell out, and knocked a hole in the bottom
of the cauldron, so the water rushed out and put out the fire. The
troll then became very angry and said :
Let him make himself ever so heavy, I'll be even with him
The third time it happened just as before; Goldtooth began to
bark and so the mother said to Butterkin :
Run out, Butterkin, and see what Goldtooth is barking
Butterkin then ran out and came back saying:
Oh, mother, mother! It's that troll again, with her head
under her arm and a bag on her back."
"Run under the table and hide yourself," said the mother.
"Good day I" said the troll, as she came in through the door.
"Is Butterkin home to-day ? "
"No, indeed he is not," said his mother; "he is in the forest
with his father, after the ptarmigan."


"That's a pity! said the troll-wife, "for I have such a nice
little silver spoon I wanted to give him."
Peep, peep Here I am !" said Butterkin and crept out from
under the table.
"I am so stiff in my back," said the troll, you must get into
the bag and find it yourself."
No sooner had Butterkin got into the bag than the troll threw
it across her back and walked away with it.
This time the troll-wife did not lie down and sleep, but went
straight home with Butterkin in the bag. It was a Sunday when
they got home, and so the troll said to her daughter:
"Now you must take Butterkin and kill him and make broth of
him, till I come back again, for I am going to church, and shall ask
some friends for dinner."
When she was gone, the daughter went to take Butterkin to
kill him, but she did not quite know how to set about it.
"Wait a bit! I'll show you how to do it!" said Butterkin;
"just put your head on the block and see how it's done."
She did so, poor silly thing, and Butterkin took the axe and
cut off her head, just as if it had been that of a chicken; he then
put the head in the bed and the body in the cauldron, and made
broth of the daughter, and when he had done this he climbed up
on the roof, just over the door, taking with him the fir-root and
the stone, and put the first over the door and the other across the
top of the chimney.
When the people came home from church and saw the head in
the bed, they thought that the daughter had lain down and was
asleep, so they thought they would taste the broth.
This Butterkin-broth tastes nice said the troll-wife.
This daughter-broth tastes nice !" said Butterkin, but they
took no heed.
The troll-wife then took the spoon to taste the broth.
"This Butterkin-broth tastes nice," she said.
"This daughter-broth tastes nice," said Butterkin down the

They then began to wonder who it could be, and went out to
see. But when they came outside the door, Butterkin threw the
fir-root and stone at their heads and killed them all on the spot.
He then took all the gold and silver that was in the house, and
you may imagine how rich he became; and so he went home to
his mother.


THERE was once upon a time a man who had a wife, and she was
so contrary and cross-grained that it was not an easy thing at all
to get on with her. The husband fared worst of all; whatever he
was for, she was always against.
So it happened one Sunday in summer that the man and the
woman went out to see how the crops looked.
When they came to a corn-field on the other side of the river
the man said :
It's ready for reaping; to-morrow we must begin."
"Yes, to-morrow we can begin and clip it," said the
"What is it you say? Are we going to clip it? Are we
supposed not to reap corn any longer ? said the man.
No, it must be clipped," said the woman.
"There is nothing so dangerous as a little knowledge," said
the man ; one would think you had lost what little sense you had !
Have you ever seen anybody clipping corn ?" said he.


"Little I know, and less I want to know," said the woman;
"but this I do know, that the corn shall be clipped and not
reaped." There was no use talking any more about that; clipped
it should be.
So they walked on wrangling and quarrelling, till they came to
the bridge across the river, close to a deep pool.
"There's an old saying," said the man, "that good tools make
good work; 1 fancy that'll be a queer harvest which is cut with a
pair of shears," said he. "Shall we not settle to reap the corn,
after all ?"
"No, no! it must be clipped, clipped, clipped!" shouted the
woman jumping up and clipping her fingers under the man's
In her passion she forgot to look where she was going, and
all at once she stumbled over one of the beams on the bridge and
fell into the river.
"Old habits are hard to change," thought the man, but it
would be a wonder if I, for once, got my way."
He waded out into the pool and got hold of her by the hair,
till her head was just out of the water.
"Shall we reap the corn then ? he said.
"Clip, clip, clip !" screamed the woman.
I'll teach you to clip," thought the man, and ducked her
under the water. But that wasn't of much use; they must clip
it," she said, as he brought her to the surface again.
I do believe the woman is crazy," said the man to himself;
"many are mad and don't know it, and many have sense
and don't use it; but I must try once more, anyhow," said
he. But no sooner had he ducked her under again than she
held her hand above the water and began to clip with her
fingers, like a pair of shears. Then the man got furious and
kept her under so long that her hand all of a sudden fell under
water, and the woman became so heavy that he had to let go
his hold.


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"If you want to drag me down into the pool with you, you
may lie there, you wretch !" said the man. And so the woman
was drowned.
But after a while he thought it wasn't right that she should lie
there and not be buried in Christian soil, so he went along the
river and searched and dragged for her; but for all his searching


and all his dragging he could not find her. He took the people on
the farm and others in the neighbourhood with him, and they
began dragging the river all the way down; but for all the search-
ing they could not find the woman.
Well," said the man, this is not much use This woman
was a sort by herself; while she was alive she was altogether a
contrary one, and it is not likely she'll be different now," he said,

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"we must search up the river for her, and try above the fall;
perhaps she has floated upwards."
So they went up the river and searched and dragged for her
above the fall, and there, sure enough, she lay. That shows what
a contrary woman she was I


IN those days when the saints used to wander
about on earth, St. Peter once came to a woman
who was sitting baking oatcakes. Her name
I. y was Gertrude, and she had a red cap on her
As St. Peter had been walking a long dis-
tance and was hungry, he asked her for a bit of
her cake. Yes, he might have some, and she took a tiny lump of
dough and began to roll it out; but it became so big that it filled
the whole of the board. No, that cake was too big, he shouldn't
have that one.
She then took a still smaller lump of dough, but when she had
rolled it out and put it on the slab to bake, that one also became
too big. He shouldn't have that one either.
The third time she took a still smaller lump, a tiny little one
but this time also the cake became too big.

I have nothing to give you," said the woman; "you may as
well go without your bit, for all the cakes are too big."
Then St. Peter became angry and said: "Because you be-
grudge me such a trifle you shall be punished, and you shall
become a bird and seek your food between the bark and the wood
and have nothing to drink except when it rains."
He had no sooner said the last word than she became a wood-
pecker and flew from the hearth up the chimney. To this day
you can see her flying about with her red cap on and her body all
over black from the chimney. She is always tapping and pecking
at the trees for food, and piping when it is going to rain, for she is
always thirsty and is then waiting for water.



ONCE upon a time there were a man and a woman who got married;
they had each a daughter. The woman's daughter was lazy and
idle and would never do any work, and the man's daughter was
active and willing, but for all that, she could never please the step-
mother, and both the woman and her daughter would have liked
to get rid of her.
One day they were sitting by the well spinning; the woman's
daughter had flax to spin, but the man's daughter had nothing else
but bristles.
"You are always so clever and smart," said the woman's
daughter, but still I'm not afraid to try and see who can spin the
They agreed, that the one whose thread first broke, should be
put into the well.
All at once the man's daughter's thread broke, so she was put
into the well. But when she came to the bottom she found she
was not hurt; and far and wide around she saw nothing but a
beautiful green meadow.
She walked for some time in the meadow, till she came to a
hedge which she had to climb over.
Do not step heavily on me," said the hedge, and I'll help you

another time." She made herself as light as a feather and stepped
over so carefully that she scarcely touched it.
So she went on a bit farther, till she came to a brindled cow,
which had a milk pail on her horns; it was a fine large cow, and
her udder was round and full of milk.
Please do milk me," said the cow, for I am so full of milk;
drink as much as you like and pour the rest over my hoofs, and I'll
help you some other time."
The man's daughter did as the cow had asked her; the moment
she took hold of the teats the milk squirted into the pail, then she
drank as much as she could and the rest she poured over the cow's
hoofs, and the pail she hung on the horns again.
When she had gone a bit further she met a large ram, which
had such long thick wool that it trailed along the ground, and on
one of his horns hung a large pair of shears.
Please do shear me," said the ram, for here I have to go
about panting with all this wool, and it is so warm I am almost
stifled. Take as much wool as you like and twist the rest round
my neck, and I'll help you another time."
She was quite willing, and the ram lay down in her lap; he was
so quiet and she sheared him so neatly, that she did not make a
single scratch in his skin. She then took as much as she wanted
of the wool, and the rest she twisted round the ram's neck.
A little further on she came to an .apple-tree, which was so
laden with apples that all the branches were bent to the ground.
Close to the trunk stood a small pole.
"Please do pluck some of my apples," said the tree, "so that
my branches can straighten themselves, for it is quite painful to
stand so crooked, but be sure and strike me gently and lightly, so
that you do not injure me. Eat as many as you like and place the
rest around my root, and I'll help you some other time."
So she plucked all she could reach, and then she took the pole
and carefully knocked down all the other apples; she ate till she
was satisfied, and the rest she placed neatly round the root.
Then she walked on a long, long way, till she came to a large




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farm, where a troll-wife and her daughter lived. She went in and
asked if they wanted a serving maid.
"Oh, it's no use," said the troll-wife, "we have tried many,
but none of them were good for anything." But she begged so
hard, that at last they took her into service; and the troll-wife
gave her a sieve and told her to fetch some water in it. She
thought it was rather unreasonable that they should ask her to
fetch water in a sieve, but she went all the same, and when she
came to the well the little birds were singing:

Rub in clay !
Put in hay!
Rub in clay!
Put in hay I "

She did so and was then able to carry the water in the sieve
easily enough, but when she came home with the water and the
troll-wife saw the sieve, she said:
You have not done that by yourself."
The troll-wife then told her to go into the cow-house and clean
it out and then milk the cows; but when she came there she found
that the shovel was so big and heavy she could not use it, she
could not even lift it. She did not know what to do, but the birds
sang to her that she should take the handle of the besom and
throw a little out with it and then all the rest would follow.
She did this and no sooner had she done it than the cow-
house was as clean as if it had been cleaned and swept. She had
next to milk the cows, but they were so restless and kicked and
plunged so that she could not get any milking done at all. Then
she heard the birds singing outside :
"A little squirt!
A little sip!
To little birds! "

She squirted a little milk out to the birds and then all the cows
stood still and let her milk them; they neither kicked nor plunged,
they did not even lift a leg.


When the troll-wife saw her coming in with the milk she
said :
"You have not done this by yourself. Now you must take
this black wool and wash it white."
The girl did not know how she should get this done, for she
had never seen any one who could wash black wool white. But
she said nothing, she took the wool and went to the well with it.
The little birds sang to her that she should take the wool and put
it in the big bucket that was standing near the well, and it would
become white.
Oh dear, oh dear !" said the troll-wife, when the girl came in
with the wool. It's no use keeping you, you can do everything;
you will worry the life out of me in the end, it is better you should
go your way."
The troll-wife then brought out three caskets, a red, a green,
and a blue one, and the girl might take whichever she liked, and
that was to be her wages. She did not know which one to take,
but the little birds sang:
Take not the green !
Take not the red !
But take the blue !
On which we've put
Three little crosses "

She then took the blue one, as the birds had told her.
"A curse upon you," said the troll-wife, "you will be sure to
suffer for this."
When the man's daughter was going the troll-wife threw a
red-hot iron bar after her, but the girl ran behind the door and
hid herself, so the bar missed her, for the little birds had told her
what to do.
She set off as quickly as she could; but when she came to the
apple tree she heard a rumbling noise behind her on the road; it
was the troll-wife and her daughter, who were after her. The
girl got so frightened she did not know what to do with herself.
"Come here to me," said the apple-tree, "and I'll help you.


Hide yourself under my branches, for if they get hold of you,
they will take the casket from you and tear you to pieces." The
girl did so, and just then up came the troll-wife and her daughter.
Have you seen any girl go past here? said the troll-wife.
Oh, yes," said the tree, "one ran past awhile ago; but she
is now so far away you'll never overtake her."
The troll-wife then turned about and set off home.
The girl walked on a bit; but when she came to the ram, she
heard the rumbling noise again on the road, and she became so
frightened and terrified, that she did not know what to do with
herself; for she knew it was the troll-wife who had changed her
Come here and I'll help you," said the ram. Hide yourself
under my wool and they won't see you; or else they'll take the
casket from you and tear you to pieces."
All at once the troll-wife came rushing up.
Have you seen a girl go past here ?" she asked the ram.
Oh, yes," said the ram, I saw one a while ago, but she ran
so fast that you will never overtake her." So the troll-wife turned
round and went home.
When the girl had got as far as the cow, she heard the
rumbling noise again on the road.
"Come here," said the cow, "and I'll help you; hide yourself
under my udder, or else the troll-wife will take the casket from
you, and tear you to pieces." Before long she came.
Have you seen any girl go past here ?" said the troll-wife to
the cow.
Yes, I saw one a while ago, but she is far away now, for she
was running so fast that you will never overtake her," said the
cow. The troll-wife then turned round and went home again.
When the girl had got a long long bit on the way and was not
far from the hedge, she heard the noise again on the road; she
became terribly frightened, for she knew it was the troll-wife who
had come back again.
"Come here and I'll help you," said the hedge, "creep in

among my twigs, and they won't see you; or else they will take
the casket from you and tear you to pieces." She made haste to
hide herself among the twigs of the hedge.
Have you seen any girl go past here ?" said the troll-wife to
the hedge.
"No, I have not seen any girl," said the hedge, and it became
so angry you could hear it crackle. Then it made itself so big, it
was no use trying to get over it. There was no help for it; the
troll-wife had to turn round and go home again.
When the man's daughter got home both the woman and her
daughter were still more spiteful than they had been before; for
now she was still more beautiful, and so grand, that it was a
pleasure to look at her. She was not allowed to stop with them,
but they sent her to the pig-sty, where she was to live. She
then began to wash and clean out the place, and then she opened
her casket to see what she had got for wages; when she opened
it she found there was so much gold and silver, and so many
beautiful things in it, that both the walls and roof were covered,
and the pig-sty became more magnificent than the finest palace.
When the step-mother and the daughter saw this they were
quite beside themselves, and began to ask her what sort of service
she had been in.
"Oh," she said, you can easily guess since I have had such
wages. Such a mistress to work for, and such people you will
not easily find !"
The woman's daughter then wanted to set out and go into
service, so that she also might get such a golden casket.
They then sat down to spin again; but this time the woman's
daughter was to spin bristles, and the man's daughter flax, and
the one who first broke the thread would be put into the well.
Before long the woman's daughter broke her thread, as you
may guess, and so they threw her into the well.
Everything happened as before; she fell to the bottom, but
did not hurt herself, and then she came to a beautiful green
meadow. When she had walked a bit she came to the hedge.


Do not step heavily on me, and I will help you another time,"
said the hedge.
"Oh, what do I care about a lot of twigs," she said, and trod
heavily on the hedge, so that it groaned.
In a little while she came to the cow, which wanted milking
"Please do milk me," said the cow, "and I will help you
another time; drink as much as you like, and pour the rest over
my hoofs."
This she did; she milked the cow, and drank as long as she
was able, till there was nothing left to pour over the hoofs. She
then threw the pail down the hill and went her way. When she
had gone a bit further she came to the ram, which was going
about trailing his wool along the ground.
Do shear me, and I'll help you another time," said the ram;
" take as much of the wool as you like, but twist the rest around
my neck." She did this, but sheared the ram so roughly that she
made big gashes in his skin; and then she took all the wool away
with her.
In a little while she came to the apple-tree, which was quite
bent down under the weight of its apples.
Please do pluck my apples, so that my branches can straighten
themselves, for it is painful to stand so crooked," said the apple-
tree, but be careful not to injure me; eat as many as you like,
but place the rest at my root, and I'll help you another time."
She plucked some of the nearest, and those she could not
reach she knocked down with the pole; but she did not care how
she did it. She tore down large branches, and ate till she was
unable to eat any more; and then she threw the rest under the
When she had walked a little way she came to the farm, where
the troll-wife lived, and asked to be taken into service. The troll-
wife said she would not have any servant girl, for either they
were good for nothing or else they were far too clever, and cheated
her of what she had. The woman's daughter did not give in, but


said she must have a place; and then the troll-wife said she would
take her, if she was good for anything.
The first thing she got to do was to fetch water in the sieve.
She went to the well and poured water into the sieve, but as fast
as she poured it in it ran out. The birds then sang:
Rub in clay !
Put in hay!
Rub in clay!
Put in hay "
But she didn't take any notice of what the bird's sang; she
threw the clay at them, so that they flew away, and she had to go
back with an empty sieve, and got scolded by the troll-wife. She
was then to clean out the cow-house and milk the cows, but she
thought she was too good for that. She went into the cow-house,
however; and when she got there she found she could not use the
shovel; it was so big. The birds said the same to her as to the
man's daughter--that she should take the besom and sweep out
the litter, and all the rest would follow; but she took the besom
and threw it at the birds. When she was going to milk the
cows they were so restless that they kicked and plunged, and
every time she had got a little in the pail they kicked it over.
The birds sang:
A little squirt !
A little sip!
For little birds "
But she struck and beat the cows, flung and threw everything
she could get hold of at the birds, and carried on in a way that
was never heard of. She had not, of course, cleaned the cow-
house or milked the cows, so when she came in she got both blows
and scolding from the troll-wife. She was then to wash the
black wool white, but she did not fare any better with that.
The troll-wife thought this was too bad, and so she brought out
three caskets-one red, one green, and one blue-and told her
she had no use for her, as she was fit "for nothing; but she
should have a casket all the same for her wages, and could
choose which she liked best. Then the birds sang:

Take not the green!
Take not the red !
But take the blue!
Which we have put
Three crosses on "
She did not take any notice of what the birds sang, but took
the red one, which was the gaudiest. So she set out on her
way home, and got there without any trouble, for there was no
one in pursuit of her.
When she got home the mother was greatly rejoiced to see
her, and they went at once into the parlour and placed the
casket there, for they thought there was nothing but gold and
silver in it, and they believed that both the walls and the roof
would be covered with gold. But as soon as they opened the
casket there swarmed out of it vipers and toads, and when the
daughter opened her mouth it was just the same; vipers and
toads and all sorts of vermin fell out, till at last it was impos-
sible to live in the same house with her. And that was all she
got for serving the troll-wife !



ONCE upon a time a hare was running and frisking about in a
Hurray! hurrah hurray!" he shouted, as he jumped and
skipped along.
All of a sudden he turned a somersault, and found himself
standing on his hind legs in a new-sown cornfield.
Just then a fox came slinking by.
Good day, good day to you said the hare. I feel so jolly
to-day, for I have been married, you must know !"
That's a good thing for you," said the fox.
"Oh, I don't know so much about that," said the hare, for
she was rather a cross-grained creature, and she turned out a
regular scold of a wife, she did."
"That was a bad thing for you," said the fox.
Oh, it wasn't so bad," said the hare, for I got a lot of money
with her, and she had a house of her own besides."
"That was a very good thing indeed," said the fox.
Oh, I don't know so much about that," said the hare, for
the house got burnt down, and everything we had along with it."
"That was really too bad," said the fox.
"Oh, not so very bad after all," said the hare, "for that cross-
grained wife of mine was burnt as well."


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ONCE upon a time there was a rich squire who owned a large
farm, and had plenty of silver at the bottom of his chest and
money in the bank besides; but he felt there was something
wanting, for he was a widower.
One day the daughter of a neighboring farmer was working
for him in the hayfield. The squire saw her and liked her very
much, and as she was the child of poor parents he thought, if
he only hinted that he wanted her, she would be ready to marry
him at once.
So he told her he had been thinking of getting married again.

"Ay! one may think of many things," said the girl, laughing
slyly. In her opinion the old fellow ought to be thinking of
something that behoved him better than getting married.
Well, you see, I thought that you should be my wife "
No, thank you all the same," said she, "that's not at all
The squire was not accustomed to be gainsaid, and the more
she refused him the more determined he was to get her.
But as he made no progress in her favour, he sent for her
father and told him that if he could arrange the matter with his
daughter he would forgive him the money he had lent him, and
he would also give him the piece of land which lay close to his
meadow into the bargain.
"Yes, you may be sure I'll bring my daughter to her senses,"
said the father. "She is only a child, and she doesn't know
what's best for her." But all his coaxing and talking did not
help matters. She would not have the squire, she said, if he
sat buried in gold up to his ears.
The squire waited day after day, but at last he became so
angry and impatient that he told the father, if he expected him to
stand by his promise, he would have to put his foot down and
settle the matter now, for he would not wait any longer.
The man knew no other way out of it, but to let the squire get
everything ready for the wedding; and when the parson and the
wedding guests had arrived the squire should send for the girl as if
she were wanted for some work on the farm. When she arrived
she would have to be married right away, so that she would have
no time to think it over.
The squire thought this was well and good and so he began
brewing and baking and getting ready for the wedding in grand
style. When the guests had arrived the squire called one of his
farm lads and told him to run down to his neighbour and ask him
to send him what he had promised.
"But if you are not back in a twinkling," he said shaking his
fist at him, I'll-- "


He did not say more, for the lad ran off as if he had been
shot at.
My master has sent me to ask for that you promised him,"
said the lad, when he got to the neighbour, but there is no time
to be lost, for he is terribly busy to-day."


Yes, yes I Run down into the meadow and take her with you.
There she goes I" answered the neighbour.
The lad ran off and when he came to the meadow he found
the daughter there raking the hay.
I am to fetch what your father has promised my master," said
the lad.


"Ah, ha thought she. "Is that what they are up to ?"
"Ah, indeed she said. I suppose it's that little bay mare

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of ours. You had better go and take her. She stands there tethered
on the other side of the pease-field," said the girl.


The boy jumped on the back of the bay mare and rode home at
full gallop.
Have you got her with you ? asked the squire.
"She is down at the door," said the lad.
"Take her up to the room my mother had," said the
But, master, how can that be managed ? said the lad.
"You must just do as I tell you," said the squire. If you
cannot manage her alone you must get the men to help you," for
he thought the girl might turn obstreperous.
When the lad saw his master's face he knew it would be no
use to gainsay him. So he went and got all the farm-tenants who
were there to help him. Some pulled at the head and the fore legs
of the mare and others pushed from behind, and at last they got
her up the stairs and into the room. There lay all the wedding
finery ready.
Now, that's done, master!" said the lad; but it was a
terrible job. It was the worst I have ever had here on the
Never mind, you shall not have done it for nothing," said
his master. "Now send the women up to dress her."
"But I say, master-- I" said the lad.
None of your talk! said the squire. Tell them they must
dress her and mind and not forget either wreath or crown."
The lad ran into the kitchen.
Look here, lasses," he said; "you must go upstairs and
dress up the bay mare as bride. I expect the master wants to
give the guests a laugh."
The women dressed the bay mare in everything that was there,
and then the lad went and told his master that now she was ready
dressed, with wreath and crown and all.
"Very well, bring her down said the squire. "I will
receive her myself at-the door," said he.
There was a terrible clatter on the stairs; for that bride, you
know, had no silken shoes on.


When the door was opened and the squire's bride entered the
parlour you can imagine there was a good deal of tittering and
And as for the squire you may be sure he had had enough of
that bride, and they say he never went courting again.


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ONCE upon a time a man and a woman were going to sow, but they
had no seed-corn and no money to buy any with either. They
had only one cow and this the man was to go to town with and sell
to get money for the seed-corn.
But when the time came the wife would not let the man go, for
she was afraid he would spend the money on drink. So she set
off herself with the cow and took with her a hen as well.
Close to the town she met a butcher.
"Are you going to sell that cow, mother ? he asked.
"Yes, that I am," she said.
How much do you want for it then ? "
I suppose I must have a shilling for the cow, but the hen you
can have for two pounds," she said.
"Well," said the butcher, I haven't any use for the hen, and
you can easily get rid of that when you get to the town, but I'll
give you a shilling for the cow."
She sold the cow and got her shilling, but nobody in the town
would give two pounds for a tough, old hen. So she went back to
the butcher and said:
I can't get rid of this hen, father. You'll have to take that
as well since you took the cow."


We'll soon settle that," said the butcher, and asked her to sit
down. He gave her something to eat and so much brandy to
drink that she became tipsy and lost her wits. While she slept it
off the butcher dipped her into a barrel of tar and then put her in
a heap of feathers.
When she woke up she found that she was feathered all over
and she began to wonder: "Is it me? or is it not me ? It must be
a strange bird But what shall I do to find out whether it is me,
or whether it is'nt me ? Now I know-if the calves will lick me
and the dog doesn't bark at me, when I get home, then it is me."
The dog no sooner saw such a monster than it began barking
with all its might as if there were thieves and vagabonds about
the place.
No, surely, it cannot be me," she said.
When she came to the cowhouse the calves would not lick her,
because they smelt the tar.
No, it cannot be me; it must be a strange bird," she said ; and
then she climbed up on top of the storehouse and began to flap
with her arms as if she had wings and wanted to fly. When the
man saw this he came out with his rifle and took aim at her.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot," cried his wife ; "it is me."
Is it you ? said the man. "Then don't stand there like a
goat, but come down and tell me what you have been about."
She climbed down again, but found she had not a single penny
left, for the shilling she got from the butcher she had lost while
she was tipsy.
When the man heard this he said: You are more mad than
ever you were," and he became so angry that he said he would
go away from everything and never come back if he did not find
three women who were just as mad.
He set out and when he had got a bit on the way he saw a
woman running in and out of a newly-built hut with an empty
sieve. Every time she ran in she threw her apron over the sieve,
as if she had ,something it, and then she turned it over on the

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"What are you doing that for, mother ? asked he.
Oh, I only want to carry in a little sun," she answered ; but
I don't know how it is-when I am outside I have the sun in the
sieve, but when I get inside I have lost it. When I was in my old
hut I had plenty of sun, although I never carried in any. If any
one could get me some sun I'd willingly give him three hundred
Have you an axe ?" said the man, and I'll soon get you
some sun."
He got an axe and cut out the openings for the windows which
the carpenters had forgotten to do. The sun shone into the room
at once and he got his three hundred dollars.
That was one of them !" thought the man, and set out again.
In a while he came to a house where there was a terrible
screaming and shouting going on. He went in and saw a woman,
who was beating her husband on the head with a bat; and over
his head she had pulled a shirt in which there was no hole for the
"Do you want to kill your husband, mother ? he asked.
"No," she said, I only want to make a hole for the neck in
his shirt."
The man moaned and groaned and said : Oh dear, oh dear!
I pity those who have to try on new shirts. If any one could
teach my wife how to make the hole for the neck in a different way,
I'd willingly give him three hundred dollars."
"I'll soon do that," said the man; "only let me have a pair of
He got a pair and cut the hole, and then he took his money
and went his way.
That was the second of them !" he said to himself.
After a long while he came to a farm, where he thought he
would rest awhile, so he went in.
"Where do you come from ? asked the woman.
"I come from Ringerige," answered the man.
A district in the south of Norway.


Oh dear, oh dear I are you from Himmerige ? Then you
must know Peter, my second husband, poor soul!" said the
woman. She had been married three times; the first and the
last husbands were bad men, so she thought that the second, who
had been a good husband, was the only one likely to go to heaven.
"Yes, I know him well," said the man.
"How is it with him there ?" asked the woman.
Oh, things are rather bad with him," said the man. "He
knocks about from place to place, and has neither food nor clothes
to his back, and as for money- "
"Goodness gracious 1 cried the woman," there's no need that
he should go about in such a plight-he that left so much behind
him. Here is a large loft full of clothes, which belonged to him, as
well as a big chest of money. If you'll take it all with you you
shall have the horse and trap to take it in; and he can keep both
horse and trap, so that he can drive about from place to place; for
he has no need to walk, I'm sure."
The man got a whole cartload of clothes and a chest full of
bright silver dollars, and as much food and drink as he wanted.
When he had finished he got into the trap and drove off.
That's the third of them he said to himself.
But the woman's third husband was over in a field ploughing,
and when he saw a stranger driving off with the horse and trap,
he went home and asked his wife who it was who drove away with
the horse.
Oh," she said, that was a man from heaven; he said that
Peter, my second, poor dear soul, is so badly off that he walks
about there from place to place, and has neither clothes nor money;
so I sent him all his old clothes, which have been hanging here
ever since, and the old money chest with the silver dollars."
The man understood at once what all this meant, and saddled
a horse and set off at full gallop.

"Himmerige," the Norwegian word for heaven." The similarity between
the two words Himmerige and Ringerige will easily explain the mistake
made by the woman.

Before long he was close behind the man in the trap; who
when he discovered he was pursued, drove the horse and trap
into a thick part of the wood, pulled a handful of hair out of the
horse's tail, and sprang up a hill, where he -tied the horse's hair to
a birch-tree, and lay down on his back under it, gaping and staring
up into the clouds.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! he said, as if talking to himself,
when the woman's third husband came riding up; "well, I've
never seen anything so wonderful! I've never seen the like
of it! "
The husband stopped and looked at him for a while and
wondered if the man was crazy, or what he was up to. At last
he asked him :
What are you staring at "
"Well, I never saw the like !" exclaimed the man. I've just
seen some one driving straight into heaven, horse and all! There,
you see part of the horse's tail hanging on the birch tree, and up
among the clouds you can see the horse."
The husband looked up at the clouds and then at him and said:
I don't see anything but the horse-hair on the birch-tree."
"No, of course you can't see it, where you stand," said the
man, "but come and lie down here and look straight up; you
must not take your eyes away from the clouds."
While the husband lay staring into the sky till the water ran
from his eyes, the man jumped on the horse and set off, both with
that and the horse and trap.
When the husband heard the rumbling noise on the road, he
jumped up, but was so bewildered because the man had gone off
with his horses that he did not think of setting after him till it was
too late. He did not feel very proud, as you can imagine, when he
came home to his wife, and when she asked him what he had done
with the horse he said :
Oh, I told the man he could take that with him as well to
Peter, for I did not think it was right that he should jolt about
in a trap up there; now he can sell the trap and buy a carriage."

"Oh, thank you for that I never did I think you were such a
kind husband," said the woman.
When the man who had got the six hundred dollars and the
cartload of clothes and money, came home, he saw that all the
fields were ploughed and sown. The first thing he asked his wife
was, where she had got the seed-corn from.
"Oh," said she, "I have always heard, that he who sows
something gets something. So I sowed the salt which the carrier
left here the other day, and if we only get rain soon, I think it
will grow up nicely."
Mad you are, and mad you'll be as long as you live," said the
man; "but it doesn't much matter, for the others are no better
than you."


ONCE upon a time a
man went out shoot-
ing in a forest, and
there he met a wood-
Pray, don't shoot
/ my children," said
the woodcock.
"What are your
children like? asked
the man.
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prettiest children in
the forest," answered
the woodcock.

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I suppose I mustn't shoot them then," said the man.
When he came back he carried in his hand a whole string of
young woodcocks which he had shot.
Oh dear, oh dear! Why, you have shot my children after
all! said the woodcock.
"Are these yours ?" said the man. "Why, I shot the
ugliest I could find."
Yes, yes," answered the woodcock; but don't you know
that every one thinks one's own children the prettiest ? "


THERE was once upon a time a man who lived far away in the
wood. He had many sheep and goats, but he could never keep
the wolf away from them.
I'll be even with you yet, Master Greylegs," he said at last,
and began to dig a pit for the wolf. When he had dug it deep
enough he placed a pole in the middle of the pit and on the top of
the pole he fixed a board, and on the board he put a little dog.
He then placed some twigs and branches across the pit, and on
top of all he sprinkled some snow, so that the wolf should not see
there was a trap underneath. When the night came the little dog
got tired of being there.
Bow-wow-wow !" it barked at the moon.
A fox just then came slinking along, and thought here was a
fine chance. He made a spring and fell plump into the pit.
As the night wore on the little dog became so weary and
hungry that it began to whine and bark.


Bow-wow-wow," it barked.
All at once a wolf came slouching along. He thought here is
.a fat little morsel, and sprang plump into the pit.
Early in the grey morning the North wind began to blow and
it became so cold that the little dog shivered and trembled, and
was so weary and hungry.
Bow-wow-wow-wow," it went on barking all the time.
A bear then came trudging along, and thought here was a nice
tit-bit early in the morning; so he stepped out on the branches
and fell plump into the pit.
As the morning wore on there came an old beggarwoman who
was tramping about from place to place with a bag on her back.
When she saw the little dog standing there barking she thought
she would go and see if any animals had been caught in the trap
during the night. She went down on her knees and peered into
the pit.
So you have been caught, Master Reynard, have you ? she
said to the fox, for she saw him first; serve you right, you old
hen-thief. And you are there too, are you, Master Greylegs ? said
she to the wolf. Well, you have killed goats and sheep enough in
your time, and now you'll suffer for it and get what you deserve.
Hulloa, Father Bruin, are you in this nice little parlour too, you
old horse-thief? We will cut you up and flay you, we will, and
your skull we will nail up on the cow-house," shouted the woman
excitedly, and shook her fists at the bear; but just then her
bag slipped forward over her head, and the woman tumbled
plump into the pit. There they sat staring at one another, all
four of them, each in their corner-the fox in one, the wolf
in the other, the bear in the third, and the old woman in the
When it became full daylight Reynard began to shake himself
and whisk about, for he thought he might as well try to get out;
but the old woman said:
Can't you sit quiet, you old roost-robber, and not go frisking
and trailing about in this way ? Look at old Father Bruin; he


sits as quiet as a parson in his study;" for she thought she had
better make friends with the bear.
Then came the man who had set the trap for the wolf. First
of all he dragged up the old woman, and then he killed all the
animals; he spared neither old Father Bruin, nor Greylegs, nor
Reynard, the hen-thief. The man thought he had made a good
haul that night.


ONCE upon a time there was a king who had twelve sons. When
they were grown up he told them they must go out into the
world and find themselves wives, who must all be able to spin
and weave and make a shirt in one day, else he would not have
them for daughters-in-law. He gave each of his sons a horse
and a new suit of armour, and so they set out in the world to
look for wives.
When they had travelled a bit on the way they said they
would not take Ashiepattle with them, for he was good for
nothing. Ashiepattle must stop behind; there was no help for
it. He did not know what he should do or which way he should
turn; he became so sad that he got off the horse and sat down on
the grass and began to cry.
When he had sat awhile, one of the tussocks among the grass
began to move, and out of it came a small white figure; as it came
nearer, Ashiepattle saw that it was a beautiful little girl, but she
was so tiny, so very, very tiny.
She went up to him and asked him if he would come below
and pay a visit to the doll in the grass.
Yes, that he would; and so he did. When he came down
below, the doll in the grass was sitting in a chair dressed very
finely and looking still more beautiful. She asked Ashiepattle
where he was going and what was his errand.



He told her they were twelve brothers, and that the king had
given them each a horse and a suit of armour, and told them to go
out in the world and find themselves wives, but that they must all
be able to spin and weave and make a shirt in a day.
If you can do that and will become my wife, I will not travel
any further," said Ashiepattle to the doll in the grass.
Yes, that she would, and she set to work at once to get the
shirt spun, woven and made; but it was so tiny, so very, very
tiny, no bigger than-so !
Ashiepattle then returned home, taking the shirt with him;
but when he brought it out, he felt very shy because it was so
small. But the king said he could have her for all that, and you
can imagine how happy and joyful Ashiepattle became.
The road did not seem long to him, as he set out to fetch his
little sweetheart. When he came to the doll in the grass, he
wanted her to sit with him on his horse, but no, that she wouldn't;
she said she would sit and drive in a silver spoon, and she had two
small white horses which would draw her. So they set out, he
on his horse and she in the silver spoon; and the horses which
drew her were two small white mice.
Ashiepattle always kept to one side of the road, for he was so
afraid he should ride over her; she was so very, very tiny.
When they had travelled a bit on the way, they came to a large
lake; there Ashiepattle's horse took fright and shied over to the
other side of the road, and upset the spoon, so that the doll in the
grass fell into the water. Ashiepattle became very sad, for he did
not know how he should get her out again; but after a while a
merman brought her up. But now she had become just as big as
any other grown up being and was much more beautiful than she
was before. So he placed her in front of him on the horse and
rode home.
When Ashiepattle got there, all his brothers had also returned,
each with a sweetheart; but they were so ugly and ill-favoured
and bad-tempered, that they had come to blows with their sweet-
hearts on their way home. On their heads they had hats which

were painted with tar and soot, and this had run from their hats
down their faces, so that they were still uglier and more ill-
favoured to behold.
When the brothers saw Ashiepattle's sweetheart, they all
became envious of him, but the king was
so pleased with Ashiepattle and his
sweetheart, that he drove all the others
away, and so Ashiepattle was married
to the doll in the grass; and afterwards --j ,
they lived happy and comfortable for a I I
long, long while; and if they are not 1', -
dead, they must be still alive. I



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a hen, which flew up in an
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to Dovrefjeld, the world would
come to an end. All of a
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set out on the road.
When she had gone a bit
she met a cock.
Good-day, Cocky Locky !"
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Good-day, Henny Penny! where are you going so early? "
said the cock.
Oh, I am going to Dovrefjeld, so that the world shan't come
to an end," said the hen.
"Who told you that, Henny Penny ?" said the cock.
"I sat in the oak and dreamt it last night," said the hen.
I'll go with you," said the cock. So they went a long way,
till they met a duck.
Good-day, Ducky Lucky said the cock.
Good-day, Cocky Locky! where are you going so early? "
said the duck.
I am going to Dovrefjeld, so that the world shan't come to
an end," said the cock.
Who told you that, Cocky Locky ?"
Henny Penny I" said the cock.
"Who told you that, Henny Penny ?" said the duck.
I sat in the oak and dreamt it last night," said the hen.
I'll go with you said the duck. So they set off and walked
a bit, till they met a gander.
Good-day, Gandy Pandy !" said the duck.
"Good-day, Ducky Lucky!" said the gander. "Where are
you going so early ? "
I am going to Dovrefjeld, so that the world shan't come to
an end," said the duck.
"Who told you that, Ducky Lucky? said the gander.
"Cocky Locky I "
"Who told you that, Cocky Locky ?"
Henny Penny !"
How do you know that, Henny Penny ? said the gander.
I sat in the oak and dreamt it last night, Gandy Pandy,"
said the hen.
"I'11 go with you !" said the gander. When they had gone
on a bit, they met a fox.
Good-day, Foxy Woxy !" said the gander.
Good-day, Gandy Pandy "


Where are you going, Foxy Woxy ? "
Where are you going, Gandy Pandy? "
I'm going to Dovrefjeld, so that the world shan't come to an
end," said the gander.
"Who told you that, Gandy Pandy ? said the fox.
Ducky Lucky! "
"Who told you that, Ducky Lucky?"
Cocky Locky! "
"Who told you that, Cocky Locky ? "
"Henny Penny I"
How do you know that, Henny Penny ?"
"I sat in the oak and dreamt last night that if we don't
go to Dovrefjeld the world will come to an end," said the
Oh, nonsense! said the fox, "the world won't come to an
end if you don't get there. No, come home with me to my den;
that's much better, for there it is cosy and comfortable."
So they followed the fox home to his den, and when they came
there, the fox put so much wood on the fire that they all became
sleepy ; the duck and the gander settled in a corner, but the cock
and the hen perched on a pole. As soon as the gander and the
duck were asleep the fox seized the gander and put it on the fire
and roasted it. The hen thought she smelt something burning,
she jumped up to a higher perch and said half asleep :
"Faugh How it stinks here "
Oh, nonsense," said the fox, it is only the smoke coming
down the chimney; go to sleep and shut your mouth." So the
hen went to sleep. No sooner had the fox eaten the gander than
he seized the duck; he took it and put it on the fire and roasted
it and then set about to eat it. The hen then woke up again and
flew up to a still higher perch.
"Faugh How it stinks here," she said, and when she opened
her eyes and saw that the fox had eaten both the gander and the
duck, she flew up to the highest perch and settled there and
looked up through the chimney.

"Just look at all the fine geese flying over there I" she said to
the fox.
Reynard ran out, thinking to find another fat roast. In the
meantime the hen woke up the cock and told him what had
happened to Gandy Pandy and Ducky Lucky.
So Cocky Locky and Henny Penny flew up through the
chimney, and if they hadn't got to Dovrefjeld the world would
surely have come to an end !

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