It belonged to an old witch, this tinder-box, but it had been left right down inside a tree by the ugly old witch"s grandmother. But get it again she must, for she knew it really was a magic tinder-box.
But how could she get it?
Ah! here was her chance.
Tramp, tramp; right, left, right, left. She heard the steps come nearer and nearer. She looked! There was a soldier coming along; tramp, tramp.
She could see him now, with a knapsack on his back, and his sword at his side.
The soldier had been to the wars and was coming home.
"Good evening," said the witch, as he came close to her. "Good evening; what a bright sword you wear, and what a big knapsack! You shall have as much money as you wish for yourself!"
"Thank you, old witch," said the soldier. But he did not tell her that she did not look as though she had much money to spare. He was too wise to say anything but, "Thank you, old witch."
"Do you see that big tree?" she said, and she pointed to one that stood close by the wayside. "It is hollow inside. Climb up to the top, and you will see a hole. It is large. You must creep through it and let yourself down, right down under the tree. Tie a rope round your waist, and I will haul you up again when you call."
"But what am I to do under the tree?" asked the soldier.
"What are you to do? Why, did I not tell you you should have money.
It is there, under the tree, copper, silver, gold. Gold!" cried the witch, in a rough and eager voice. "When you come to the bottom of the tree there is a large pa.s.sage. It is quite light, indeed it is ablaze with light. More than a hundred lamps are burning. There you will see three doors. The keys are in the keyholes. Unlock the doors and walk in. In the first room in the middle of the floor, is a big box. On the top of it sits a dog. He has big eyes, they are as big as saucers, but do not let that trouble you. You shall have my blue checked ap.r.o.n.
Spread it on the floor. Go forward quickly, seize the dog and place him on it. After that is done, you can open the box, and take out as much money as you wish. It is true the box holds only copper coins, but if you would rather have silver, just walk into the next room.
There sits another dog, on another box, with big eyes, eyes as big as--oh, as big as mill-wheels, but never mind that. Place the dog on my ap.r.o.n, then open the box and take as much silver as you wish. But if you would rather have gold, why, then open the third door.
There you will see another dog, sitting on another box. This one is tremendous, quite gigantic, and he has eyes, oh! such great, rolling eyes! They are as large as the Round Tower. He is a dog indeed, but do not let that trouble you. Place him on my blue checked ap.r.o.n and he will not hurt you. Then take gold, as much gold as ever you wish."
"Splendid!" said the soldier. You see he had been to the wars and was a brave man. "Splendid! But what am I to give you, old witch? You will wish something, I am quite certain of that."
"No," said the witch: "I do not wish one single coin. But I do wish my old tinder-box. My grandmother left it behind her, the last time she went down the tree."
"Well, tie the rope round my waist," said the soldier.
"Here it is," said the witch, "and here is my blue checked ap.r.o.n. It is very important."
Up the tree climbed the soldier, into the tree he crept through the hole at the top, and down, down the hollow inside he slipped, and there he was, in a wide pa.s.sage, lighted, as the witch had said, by a hundred burning lamps.
The soldier unlocked the first door he saw. There sat the dog with eyes as big as saucers, staring at him in great surprise.
"I must obey my orders," thought the soldier.
He placed the witch"s ap.r.o.n on the floor, seized the dog bravely, and placed him on the ap.r.o.n.
Then he opened the box. It was full of copper coins. He crammed as many as he could into his pocket, shut the lid, placed the dog again on the box, and pa.s.sed on to the second door.
He unlocked it. Yes! there sat another dog on another box, with great eyes, as big as mill-wheels.
"If you stare at me so hard, you will hurt your eyes," said the soldier, and thought what a joke he had made. Then he seized the dog, placed it on the witch"s ap.r.o.n, and raised the lid of the second box.
Silver, every coin was silver! The soldier threw away all his copper coins in a great hurry. He must have silver. He stuffed his pockets and his knapsack with the silver coins, and clapped his hands. He was rich now.
On he went to the third room. He unlocked it. There indeed was another box and another dog, and oh, horrible! the soldier almost shut his eyes. The dog had eyes, great big rolling eyes, eyes as large as the Round Tower. And they would not keep still. No, round and round they rolled.
But the soldier was brave; he had been to the wars.
"Good evening," he said, and he lifted his hat respectfully, for never before in all his life, had he seen so big, so enormous a creature.
Then he walked straight up to the dog. Could he lift him? Yes, he took the immense animal in his arms, set him on the witch"s ap.r.o.n, and opened the third box.
Gold! It was full of gold. He would be able to buy the whole town, and all the sugar-plums, and all the tin soldiers, and all the rocking-horses and whips in the world.
The soldier was delighted. He threw away his silver money. Silver! He did not want silver. Here was gold, gold!
He filled his pockets and his knapsack, but he could not bear to stop there. No, he crammed his cap and his boots so full that he could hardly walk. He was really rich at last. He shut the lid, placed the dog again on the box, and went out of the room, along the pa.s.sage.
Then he shouted up the tree, "Halloo, old witch! haul me up again."
"Have you got the tinder-box?" said the witch.
"Oh, that I had quite forgotten," answered the soldier, and back he went to fetch it.
When he came back the witch took the rope and hauled and hauled, till there was the soldier, once more, safe on the high road, just as he was before, only now he was rich, so rich that he had become very bold.
He had gold in his pockets, gold in his knapsack, gold in his cap, gold in his boots.
"What are you going to do with the tinder-box, just tell me that?"
said the soldier.
"That is no business of yours," said the witch. "You have the gold, give me the tinder-box!"
"Rubbish!" said the soldier. He had grown rude as well as rich, you see. "Rubbish--take your choice--tell me at once what you mean to do with the tinker-box, or I will draw my sword and cut off your head."
"I won"t tell you," screamed the witch.
Then the soldier cut off her head, and the poor witch lay there dead.
But the soldier did not stay to look at her. In a great hurry he took all his gold and tied it up in the blue checked ap.r.o.n.
He slung it across his shoulder, put the tinder-box in his pocket, and marched off to town.
How grand he felt! What heaps of gold he had in his bundle!
When the soldier reached the town he walked straight to the finest hotel, and asked for the best rooms, and for dinner ordered all his favorite puddings and fruits.
The servant who cleaned his boots tossed her head. "Shabby boots for a rich man to wear," she said.
But next day the soldier had bought himself very grand new boots, and gay clothing, so that no one could possibly call him shabby.
Shabby! No, he was a great man now, and people crowded round this rich fellow, told him all the sights there were to be seen in their city, all about their King too, and the beautiful Princess, his daughter.
"I should like to see her, this wonderful Princess," said the soldier.