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EAST O' THE SUN AND WEST O' THE MOON
with
OTHER NORWEGIAN FOLK TALES
Retold by Gudrun Thorne-Thomsen
Illustrated by Frederick Richardson
FOREWORD
In recent years there has been a wholesome revival of the ancient art
of story-telling. The most thoughtful, progressive educators have come
to recognize the culture value of folk and fairy stories, fables and
legends, not only as means of fostering and directing the power of the
child's imagination, but as a basis for literary interpretation and
appreciation throughout life.
This condition has given rise to a demand for the best material in each
of these several lines. Some editors have gleaned from one field; some
from several. It is the aim of this little book to bring together only
the very best from the rich stores of Norwegian folk-lore. All these
stories have been told many times by the editor to varied audiences of
children and to those who are "older grown." Each has proved its power
to make the universal appeal.
In preparing the stories for publication, the aim has been to preserve,
as much as possible, in vocabulary and idiom, the original folk-lore
language, and to retain the conversational style of the teller of tales,
in order that the sympathetic young reader may, in greater or less
degree, be translated into the atmosphere of the old-time story-hour.
GUDRUN THORNE-THOMSEN.
CONTENTS
East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon
The Three Billy Goats Gruff
Taper Tom
Why the Bear is Stumpy-Tailed
Reynard and the Cock
Bruin and Reynard Partners
Boots and His Brothers
The Lad Who Went to the North Wind
The Giant Who Had No Heart in His Body
The Sheep and the Pig Who Set Up Housekeeping
The Parson and the Clerk
Father Bruin
The Pancake
Why the Sea is Salt
The Squire's Bride
Peik
The Princess Who Could Not Be Silenced
The Twelve Wild Ducks
Gudbrand-on-the-Hillside
The Princess on the Glass Hill
The Husband Who Was to Mind the House
Little Freddy with His Fiddle
[Illustration: "Are you afraid?"]
EAST O' THE SUN AND WEST O' THE MOON
Once on a time there was a poor woodcutter who had so many children that
he had not much of either food or clothing to give them. Pretty children
they all were, but the prettiest was the youngest daughter, who was so
lovely there was no end to her loveliness.
It was on a Thursday evening late in the fall of the year. The weather
was wild and rough outside, and it was cruelly dark. The rain fell and
the wind blew till the walls of the cottage shook. There they all sat
round the fire busy with this thing and that. Just then, all at once,
something gave three taps at the window pane. Then the father went out
to see what was the matter, and, when he got out of doors, what should
he see but a great White Bear.
"Good evening to you!" said the White Bear.
"The same to you," said the man.
"Will you give me your youngest daughter? If you will, I'll make you as
rich as you are now poor," said the Bear.
Well, the man would not be at all sorry to be so rich;--but give him his
prettiest lassie, no, that he couldn't do, so he said "No" outright and
closed the door both tight and well. But the Bear called out, "I'll give
you time to think; next Thursday night I'll come for your answer."
Now, the lassie had heard every word that the Bear had said, and before
the next Thursday evening came, she had washed and mended her rags, made
herself as neat as she could, and was ready to start. I can't say her
packing gave her much trouble.
Next Thursday evening came the White Bear to fetch her, and she got upon
his back with her bundle, and off they went. So when they had gone a bit
of the way, the White Bear said, "Are you afraid?"
"No, not at all," said the lassie.
"Well! mind and hold tight by my shaggy coat, and then there's nothing
to fear," added the Bear.
So she rode a long, long way, till they came to a great steep hill.
There on the face of it the White Bear gave a knock, and a door opened,
and they came into a castle, where there were many rooms all lit up,
gleaming with silver and gold, and there too was a table ready laid, and
it was all as grand as grand could be. Then the White Bear gave her a
silver bell. When she wanted anything she had only to ring it, and she
would get what she wanted at once.
Well, when she had had supper and evening wore on, she became sleepy
because of her journey. She thought she would like to go to bed, so she
rang the bell. She had scarce taken hold of it before she came into a
chamber where there were two beds as fair and white as any one would
wish to sleep in. But when she had put out the light and gone to bed
some one came into the room and lay down in the other bed. Now this
happened every night, but she never saw who it was, for he always came
after she had put out the light; and, before the day dawned, he was up
and off again.
So things went on for a while, the lassie having everything she wanted.
But you must know, that no human being did she see from morning till
night, only the White Bear could she talk to, and she did not know what
man or monster it might be who came to sleep in her room by night. At
last she began to be silent and sorrowful and would neither eat nor
drink.
One day the White Bear came to her and said: "Lassie, why are you so
sorrowful? This castle and all that is in it are yours, the silver bell
will give you anything that you wish. I only beg one thing of you--ask
no questions, trust me and nothing shall harm you. So now be happy
again." But still the lassie had no peace of mind, for one thing she
wished to know: Who it was who came in the night and slept in her room?
All day long and all night long she wondered and longed to know, and she
fretted and pined away.
So one night, when she could not stand it any longer and she heard that
he slept, she got up, lit a bit of a candle, and let the light shine on
him. Then she saw that he was the loveliest Prince one ever set eyes on,
and she bent over and kissed him. But, as she kissed him, she dropped
three drops of hot tallow on his shirt, and he woke up.
"What have you done?" he cried; "now you have made us both unlucky, for
had you held out only this one year, I had been freed. For I am the
White Bear by day and a man by night. It is a wicked witch who has
bewitched me; and now I must set off from you to her. She lives in a
castle which stands East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon, and there are
many trolls and witches there and one of those is the wife I must now
have."
She wept, but there was no help for it; go he must.
Then she asked if she mightn't go with him?
No, she mightn't.
"Tell me the way then," she said, "and I'll search you out; that,
surely, I may get leave to do."
"Yes, you may do that," he said, "but there is no way to that place. It
lies East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon and thither you can never find
your way." And at that very moment both Prince and castle were gone, and
she lay on a little green patch in the midst of the gloomy thick wood,
and by her side lay the same bundle of rags she had brought with her
from home.
Then she wept and wept till she was tired, and all the while she thought
of the lovely Prince and how she should find him.
So at last she set out on her way and walked many, many days and
whomever she met she asked: "Can you tell me the way to the castle that
lies East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon?" But no one could tell her.
And on she went a weary time. Both hungry and tired was she when she got
to the East Wind's house one morning. There she asked the East Wind if
he could tell her the way to the Prince who dwelt East o' the Sun and
West o' the Moon. Yes, the East Wind had often heard tell of it, the
Prince, and the castle, but he couldn't tell the way, for he had never
blown so far.
"But, if you will, I'll go with you to my brother the West Wind. Maybe
he knows, for he's much stronger. So, if you will just get on my back,
I'll carry you thither."
Yes, she got on his back, and I can tell you they went briskly along.
So when they got there, they went into the West Wind's house, and the
East Wind said that the lassie he had brought was the one who ought to
marry the Prince who lived in the castle East o' the Sun and West o' the
Moon; and that she had set out to seek him, and would be glad to know if
the West Wind knew how to get to the castle.
"Nay," said the West Wind, "so far I've never blown; but if you will,
I'll go with you to our brother the South Wind, for he is much stronger
than either of us, and he has flapped his wings far and wide. Maybe
he'll tell you. You can get on my back and I'll carry you to him."
Yes, she got on his back, and so they travelled to the South Wind, and
were not long on the way, either.
When they got there, the West Wind asked him if he could tell her the
way to the castle that lay East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon, for it
was she who ought to marry the Prince who lived there.
"You don't say so. That's she, is it?" said the South Wind.
"Well, I have blustered about in most places in my time, but that far I
have never blown; however, if you will, I'll take you to my brother the
North Wind; he is the oldest and strongest of all of us, and if he
doesn't know where it is, you'll never find anyone in the world to tell
you. You can get on my back and I'll carry you thither."
Yes, she got on his back, and away he went from his house at a fine
rate. And this time, too, she was not long on the way. When they got
near the North Wind's house he was so wild and cross that cold puffs
came from him.
"Heigh, there, what do you want?" he bawled out to them ever so far off,
so that it struck them with an icy shiver.
"Well," said the South Wind, "you needn't be so put out, for here I am
your brother, the South Wind, and here is the lassie who ought to marry
the Prince who dwells in the castle that lies East o' the Sun and West
o' the Moon. She wants to ask you, if you ever were there, and can tell
her the way, for she would be so glad to find him again."
"Yes, I know well enough where it is," said the North Wind. "Once in my
life I blew an aspen leaf thither, but I was so tired I couldn't blow a
puff for ever so many days after it. But if you really wish to go
thither, and aren't afraid to come along with me, I'll take you on my
back and see if I can blow you there."
"Yes! and thank you," she said, for she must and would get thither if it
were possible in any way; and as for fear, however madly he went, she
wouldn't be at all afraid.
"Very well then," said the North Wind, "but you must sleep here
to-night, for we must have the whole day before us if we're to get
thither at all."
Early next morning the North Wind woke her, and puffed himself up, and
blew himself out, and made himself so stout and big, it was gruesome to
look at him. And so off she went, high on the back of the North Wind up
through the air, as if they would never stop till they got to the
world's end.
Down here below there was a terrible storm; it threw down long tracts of
woodland and many houses, and when it swept over the great sea ships
foundered by hundreds.
So they tore on and on,--no one can believe how far they went,--and all
the while they still went over the sea, and the North Wind got more and
more weary, and so out of breath he could scarce bring out a puff, and
his wings drooped and drooped, till at last he sunk so low that the
crests of the waves lashed over her heels.
"Are you afraid?" said the North Wind.
She wasn't.
But they were not very far from land; and the North Wind had still so
much strength left in him that he managed to throw her up on shore close
by the castle which lay East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon; but then
he was so weak and worn out, that he had to stay there and rest many
days before he could get home again.
And now the lassie began to look about her and to think of how she might
free the Prince, but nowhere did she see a sign of life.
Then she sat herself down right under the castle windows, and as soon as
the sun went down, out they came, trolls and witches, red-eyed,
long-nosed, hunch-backed hags, tumbling over each other, scolding,
hurrying and scurrying hither and thither.
At first they almost frightened the life out of her, but when she had
watched them awhile and they had not noticed her, she took courage and
walked up to one of them and said: "Pray tell me what goes on here
to-night that you are all so busy, and could I perhaps get something to
do for a night's lodging and a bit of food?"
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the horrid witch, "and where do you come from that
you do not know that it is to-night that the Prince chooses his bride.
When the moon stands high over the tree tops yonder we meet in the
clearing by the old oak. There the caldrons are ready with boiling lye,
for don't you know?--he's going to choose for his bride the one who can
wash three spots of tallow from his shirt, Ha, ha, ha!"
And the wicked witch hurried off again, laughing such a horrible laugh
that it made the lassie's blood run cold.
But now the trolls and witches came trooping out of the very earth, it
seemed, and all turned their steps toward the clearing in the woods.
So the lassie went too, and found a place among the rest. Now the moon
stood high above the tree tops, and there was the caldron in the middle
and round about sat the trolls and witches;--such gruesome company I'm
sure you were never in. Then came the Prince; he looked about from one
to the other, and he saw the lassie, and his face grew white, but he
said nothing.
"Now, let's begin," said a witch with a nose three ells long. She was
sure she was going to have the Prince, and she began to wash away as
hard as she could, but the more she rubbed and scrubbed, the bigger the
spots grew.
"Ah!" said an old hag, "you can't wash, let me try."
But she hadn't long taken the shirt in hand, before it was far worse
than ever, and with all her rubbing and scrubbing and wringing, the
spots grew bigger and blacker, and the darker and uglier was the shirt.
Then all the other trolls began to wash, but the longer it lasted, the
blacker and uglier the shirt grew, till at last it was as black all over
as if it had been up the chimney.
"Ah!" said the Prince, "you're none of you worth a straw, you can't
wash. Why there sits a beggar lassie, I'll be bound she knows how to
wash better than the whole lot of you. Come here, lassie," he shouted.
"Can you wash the shirt clean, lassie?" said he.
"I don't know," she said, "but I think I can."
And almost before she had taken it and dipped it in the water, it was as
white as snow, and whiter still.
"Yes; you are the lassie for me," said the Prince.
At that moment the sun rose and the whole pack of trolls turned to
stone.
There you may see them to this very day sitting around in a circle, big
ones and little ones, all hard, cold stone.
But the Prince took the lassie by the hand and they flitted away as far
as they could from the castle that lay East o' the Sun and West o' the
Moon.
THE THREE BILLY GOATS GRUFF
Once on a time there were three Billy Goats, who were to go up to the
hillside to make themselves fat, and the family name of the goats was
"Gruff."
On the way up was a bridge, over a river which they had to cross, and
under the bridge lived a great ugly Troll with eyes as big as saucers,
and a nose as long as a poker.
First of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
"Trip, trap; trip, trap!" went the bridge.
"_Who's that tripping over my bridge?_" roared the Troll.
"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff, and I'm going up to the
hillside to make myself fat," said the Billy Goat, with such a small
voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the Troll.
"Oh, no! pray do not take me, I'm too little, that I am," said the Billy
Goat; "wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes, he's much
bigger."
"Well! be off with you," said the Troll.
A little while after came the second Billy Goat Gruff across the bridge.
"Trip, trap! trip, trap! trip, trap!" went the bridge.
"_Who is that tripping over my bridge_?" roared the Troll.
"Oh, it's the second Billy Goat Gruff, and I'm going up to the hillside
to make myself fat," said the Billy Goat. Nor had he such a small voice,
either.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up!" said the Troll.
"Oh, no! don't take me, wait a little till the big Billy Goat comes,
he's much bigger."
"Very well! be off with you," said the Troll.
But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff.
"Trip, trap! trip, trap! trip, trap!" went the bridge, for the Billy
Goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.
"_Who's that tramping on my bridge?_" roared the Troll.
"It's I! the big Billy Goat Gruff," said the Billy Goat, and he had a
big hoarse voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up!" roared the troll.
"_Well come! I have two spears so stout,
With them I'll thrust your eyeballs out;
I have besides two great big stones,
With them I'll crush you body and bones!_"
That was what the big Billy Goat said; so he flew at the Troll, and
thrust him with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and
tossed him out into the river, and after that he went up to the
hillside.
There the Billy Goats got so fat that they were scarcely able to walk
home again, and if they haven't grown thinner, why they're still fat;
and so,--
"Snip, snap, stout.
This tale's told out."
TAPER TOM
Once on a time there was a King who had a daughter, and she was so
lovely that her good looks were well known far and near. But she was so
sad and serious she could never be got to laugh, and besides, she was so
high and mighty that she said "No" to all who came to woo her. She would
have none of them, were they ever so grand--lords or princes,--it was
all the same.
The King had long ago become tired of this, for he thought she might
just as well marry; she, too, like all other people. There was no use in
waiting; she was quite old enough, nor would she be any richer, for she
was to have half the kingdom,--that came to her as her mother's heir.
So he had word sent throughout the kingdom, that anyone who could get
his daughter to laugh should have her for his wife and half the kingdom
besides. But, if there was anyone who tried and could not, he was to
have a sound thrashing. And sure it was that there were many sore backs
in that kingdom, for lovers and wooers came from north and south, and
east and west, thinking it nothing at all to make a King's daughter
laugh. And gay fellows they were, some of them too, but for all their
tricks and capers there sat the Princess, just as sad and serious as she
had been before.
Now, not far from the palace lived a man who had three sons, and they,
too, had heard how the King had given it out that the man who could make
the Princess laugh was to have her to wife and half the kingdom.
The eldest was for setting off first. So he strode off, and when he came
to the King's grange, he told the King he would be glad to try to make
the Princess laugh.
"All very well, my man," said the King, "but it's sure to be of no use,
for so many have been here and tried. My daughter is so sorrowful it's
no use trying, and it's not my wish that anyone should come to grief."
But the lad thought he would like to try. It couldn't be such a very
hard thing for him to get the Princess to laugh, for so many had laughed
at him, both gentle and simple, when he enlisted for a soldier and was
drilled by Corporal Jack.
So he went off to the courtyard, under the Princess's window, and began
to go through his drill as Corporal Jack had taught him. But it was no
good, the Princess was just as sad and serious and did not so much as
smile at him once. So they took him and thrashed him well, and sent him
home again.
Well, he had hardly got home before his second brother wanted to set
off. He was a schoolmaster, and the funniest figure one ever laid eyes
upon; he was lopsided, for he had one leg shorter than the other, and
one moment he was as little as a boy, and in another, when he stood on
his long leg, he was as tall and long as a Troll. Besides this he was a
powerful preacher.
So when he came to the king's palace, and said he wished to make the
Princess laugh, the King thought it might not be so unlikely after all.
"But mercy on you," he said, "if you don't make her laugh. We are for
laying it on harder and harder for every one that fails."
Then the schoolmaster strode off to the courtyard, and put himself
before the Princess's window, and read and preached like seven parsons,
and sang and chanted like seven clerks, as loud as all the parsons and
clerks in the country round.
The King laughed loud at him, and the Princess almost smiled a little,
but then became as sad and serious as ever, and so it fared no better
with Paul, the schoolmaster, than with Peter the soldier--for you must
know one was called Peter and the other Paul. So they took him and
flogged him well, and then they sent him home again.
Then the youngest, whose name was Taper Tom, was all for setting out.
But his brothers laughed and jeered at him, and showed him their sore
backs, and his father said it was no use for him to go for he had no
sense. Was it not true that he neither knew anything nor could do
anything? There he sat in the hearth, like a cat, and grubbed in the
ashes and split tapers. That was why they called him "Taper Tom." But
Taper Tom would not give in, and so they got tired of his growling; and
at last he, too, got leave to go to the king's palace to try his luck.
When he got there he did not say that he wished to try to make the
Princess laugh, but asked if he could get work there. No, they had no
place for him, but for all that Taper Tom would not give up. In such a
big palace they must want someone to carry wood and water for the
kitchen maid,--that was what he said. And the king thought it might very
well be, for he, too, got tired of his teasing. In the end Taper Tom
stayed there to carry wood and water for the kitchen maid.
So one day, when he was going to fetch water from the brook, he set eyes
upon a big fish which lay under an old fir stump, where the water had
eaten into the bank, and he put his bucket softly under the fish and
caught it. But as he was gong home to the grange he met an old woman who
led a golden goose by a string.
"Good-day, godmother," said Taper Tom, "that's a pretty bird you have,
and what fine feathers! If one only had such feathers one might leave
off splitting fir tapers."
The goody was just as pleased with the fish Tom had in his bucket and
said, if he would give her the fish, he might have the golden goose. And
it was such a curious goose. When any one touched it he stuck fast to
it, if Tom only said, "If you want to come along, hang on." Of course,
Taper Tom was willing enough to make the exchange. "A bird is as good as
a fish any day," he said to himself, "and, if it's such a bird as you
say, I can use it as a fish hook." That was what he said to the goody,
and he was much pleased with the goose.
Now, he had not gone far before he met another old woman. As soon as she
saw the lovely golden goose she spoke prettily, and coaxed and begged
Tom to give her leave to stroke his lovely golden goose.
"With all my heart," said Taper Tom, and just as she stroked the goose
he said, "If you want to come along, hang on."
The goody pulled and tore, but she was forced to hang on whether she
would or not, and Taper Tom went on as though he alone were with the
golden goose.
When he had gone a bit farther, he met a man who had had a quarrel with
the old woman for a trick she had played him. So, when he saw how hard
she struggled and strove to get free, and how fast she stuck, he thought
he would just pay her off the old grudge, and so he gave her a kick with
his foot.
"If you want to come along, hang on!" called out Tom, and then the old
man had to hop along on one leg, whether he would or not. When he tore
and tugged and tried to get loose--it was still worse for him, for he
all but fell flat on his back every step he took.
In this way they went on a good bit till they had nearly reached the
King's palace.
There they met the King's smith, who was going to the smithy, and had a
great pair of tongs in his hand. Now you must know this smith was a
merry fellow, full of both tricks and pranks, and when he saw this
string come hobbling and limping along, he laughed so that he was almost
bent double. Then he bawled out, "Surely this is a new flock of geese
the Princess is going to have--Ah, here is the gander that toddles in
front. Goosey! goosey! goosey!" he called, and with that he threw his
hands about as though he were scattering corn for the geese.
But the flock never stopped--on it went and all that the goody and the
man did was to look daggers at the smith for making fun of them. Then
the smith went on:
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