As he sat there in the night, the door opened and in came Great Claus with his ax. He knew where Little Claus"s bed stood, and he went straight to it and hit the dead grandmother a blow on the forehead, thinking it was Little Claus.
"Just see if you"ll make a fool of me again," said he, and then he went home.
"What a bad, wicked man he is!" said Little Claus. "He was going to kill me. What a good thing that poor grandmother was dead already! He would have taken her life."
He now dressed his grandmother in her best Sunday clothes, borrowed a horse of his neighbor, harnessed it to a cart, and set his grandmother on the back seat, so that she could not fall when the cart moved. Then he started off through the woods. When the sun rose, he was just outside a big inn, and he drew up his horse and went in to get something to eat.
The landlord was a very rich man and a very good man, but he was hot-tempered, as if he were made of pepper and snuff. "Good morning!"
said he to Little Claus; "you have your best clothes on very early this morning."
"Yes," said Little Claus, "I"m going to town with my old grandmother.
She"s sitting out there in the cart; I can"t get her to come in. Won"t you take her out a gla.s.s of beer? You"ll have to shout at her, she"s very hard of hearing."
"Yes, that I"ll do," said the host, and he poured a gla.s.s and went out with it to the dead grandmother, who had been placed upright in the cart.
"Here is a gla.s.s of beer your son has sent," said the landlord but she sat quite still and said not a word.
"Don"t you hear?" cried he as loud as he could. "Here is a gla.s.s of beer from your son."
But the dead woman replied not a word, and at last he became quite angry and threw the beer in her face--and at that moment she fell backwards out of the cart, for she was only set upright and not bound fast.
"Now!" shouted Little Claus, as he rushed out of the inn and seized the landlord by the neck, "you have killed my grandmother! Just look at the big hole in her forehead!"
"Oh! what a misfortune!" cried the man, "and all because of my quick temper. Good Little Claus, I will pay you a bushel of money, and I will have your poor grandmother buried as if she were my own, if only you will say nothing about it. Otherwise I shall have my head cut off--and that is so dreadful."
So Little Claus again received a whole bushel of money, and the landlord buried the old grandmother as if she had been his own.
When Little Claus got home again with all his money, he immediately sent his boy to Great Claus to ask to borrow his bushel measure.
"What!" said Great Claus, "is he not dead? I must go and see about this myself." So he took the measure over to Little Claus himself.
"I say, where did you get all that money?" asked he, his eyes big and round with amazement at what he saw.
"It was grandmother you killed instead of me," said Little Claus. "I have sold her and got a bushel of money for her."
"That"s being well paid, indeed," said Great Claus, and he hurried home, took an ax and killed his own old grandmother.
He then put her in a carriage and drove off to the town where the apothecary lived, and asked him if he would buy a dead person.
"Who is it and where did you get him?" asked the apothecary.
"It is my grandmother, and I have killed her so as to sell her for a bushel of money."
"Heaven preserve us!" cried the apothecary. "You talk like a madman.
Pray don"t say such things, you may lose your head." And he told him earnestly what a horribly wicked thing he had done, and that he deserved punishment. Great Claus was so frightened that he rushed out of the shop, jumped into his cart, whipped up his horse, and galloped home through the wood. The apothecary and all the people who saw him thought he was mad, and so they let him drive away.
"You shall be paid for this!" said Great Claus, when he got out on the highroad. "You shall be paid for this, Little Claus!"
Directly after he got home, Great Claus took the biggest sack he could find and went over to Little Claus.
"You have deceived me again," he said. "First I killed my horses, and then my old grandmother. That is all your fault; but you shall never have the chance to trick me again." And he seized Little Claus around the body and thrust him into the sack; then he threw the sack over his back, calling out to Little Claus, "Now I"m going to the river to drown you."
It was a long way that he had to travel before he came to the river, and Little Claus was not light to carry. The road came close to the church, and the people within were singing beautifully. Great Claus put down his sack, with Little Claus in it, at the church door. He thought it would be a very good thing to go in and hear a psalm before he went further, for Little Claus could not get out. So he went in.
"O dear! O dear!" moaned Little Claus in the sack, and he turned and twisted, but found it impossible to loosen the cord. Then there came by an old drover with snow-white hair and a great staff in his hand. He was driving a whole herd of cows and oxen before him, and they jostled against the sack in which Little Claus was confined, so that it was upset.
"O dear," again sighed Little Claus, "I"m so young to be going directly to the kingdom of heaven!"
"And I, poor fellow," said the drover, "am so old already, and cannot get there yet."
"Open the sack," cried Little Claus, "and creep into it in my place, and you"ll be there directly."
"With all my heart," said the drover, and he untied the sack for Little Claus, who crept out at once. "You must look out for the cattle now,"
said the old man, as he crept in. Then Little Claus tied it up and went his way, driving the cows and the oxen.
In a little while Great Claus came out of the church. He took the sack upon his shoulders and thought as he did so that it had certainly grown lighter since he had put it down, for the old cattle-drover was not more than half as heavy as Little Claus.
"How light he is to carry now! That must be because I have heard a psalm in the church."
He went on to the river, which was both deep and broad, threw the sack containing the old drover into the water, and called after him, thinking it was Little Claus, "Now lie there! You won"t trick me again!"
He turned to go home, but when he came to the place where there was a crossroad he met Little Claus driving his cattle.
"What"s this?" cried he. "Haven"t I drowned you?"
"Yes," said Little Claus, "you threw me into the river, half an hour ago."
"But where did you get all those fine cattle?" asked Great Claus.
"These beasts are sea cattle," said Little Claus, "and I thank you heartily for drowning me, for now I"m at the top of the tree. I"m a very rich man, I can tell you. But I was frightened when you threw me into the water huddled up in the sack. I sank to the bottom immediately, but I did not hurt myself, for the gra.s.s is beautifully soft down there. I fell upon it, and the sack was opened, and the most beautiful maiden in snow-white garments and a green wreath upon her hair took me by the hand, and said to me, "Have you come, Little Claus? Here are cattle for you, and a mile further up the road there is another herd!"
"Then I saw that she meant the river and that it was the highway for the sea folk. Down at the bottom of it they walk directly from the sea, straight into the land where the river ends. Lovely flowers and beautiful fresh gra.s.s were there. The fishes which swam there glided about me like birds in the air. How nice the people were, and what fine herds of cattle there were, pasturing on the mounds and about the ditches!"
"But why did you come up so quickly then?" asked Great Claus. "I shouldn"t have done that if it was so fine down there."
"Why, that was just my cunning. You know, I told you that the mermaid said there was a whole herd of cattle for me a mile further up the stream. Well, you see, I know how the river bends this way and that, and how long a distance it would have been to go that way. If you can come up on the land and take the short cuts, driving across fields and down to the river again, you save almost half a mile and get the cattle much sooner."
"Oh, you are a fortunate man!" cried Great Claus. "Do you think I could get some sea cattle if I were to go down to the bottom of the river?"
"I"m sure you would," said Little Claus. "But I cannot carry you. If you will walk to the river and creep into a sack yourself, I will help you into the water with a great deal of pleasure."
"Thanks!" said Great Claus. "But if I do not find sea cattle there, I shall beat you soundly, you may be sure."
"Oh! do not be so hard on me."
And so they went together to the river. When the cows and oxen saw the water, they ran to it as fast as they could. "See how they hurry!" cried Little Claus. "They want to get back to the bottom again."
"Yes, but help me first or I"ll thrash you," said Great Claus. He then crept into a big sack, which had been lying across the back of one of the cows. "Put a big stone in or I"m afraid I shan"t sink."