[Ill.u.s.tration: A Tale of a Tub. This full page ill.u.s.trated poem shows the man in the tub on the sea, dreaming of the roasted pig.]
A TALE OF A TUB
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You may bring to mind I"ve sung you a song, Of a man of Haarlem town.
I"ll sing of another,--"t will not take long--, Of equally great renown.
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"I"ve read," said he, "there"s a land afar, O"er the boundless rolling sea, Where fat little pigs ready roasted are: Now, that is the land for me.
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Where tarts may be plucked from the wild tart tree, And puddings like pumpkins grow, Where candies, like pebbles, lie by the sea,-- Now, thither I"ll straightway go."
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Now, what do you think I"ve heard it said Was his boat, his oar, his sail?
A tub, a spoon, and a handkerchief red, For to breast both calm and gale.
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So he sailed away, for a livelong day; And the sun was warm and mild, And the small waves laughed as they seemed to play, And the sea-gulls clamored wild.
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So he sailed away, for a livelong day; Till the wind began to roar, And the waves rose high, and, to briefly say, He never was heard of more.
H. PYLE.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
FARMER GRIGG"S BOGGART
Did you ever hear of a boggart? No! Then I will tell you. A boggart is a small imp that lives in a man"s house, unseen by any one, doing a little good and much harm. This imp was called a boggart in the old times, now we call such by other names--ill-temper, meanness, uncharitableness, and the like. Even now, they say, you may find a boggart in some houses.
There is no placing reliance on a boggart; sometimes he may seem to be of service to his master, but there is no telling when he may do him an ill turn.
Rap! tap! tap! came a knock at the door.
The wind was piping Jack Frost"s, for the time was winter, and it blew from the north. The snow lay all over the ground, like soft feathers, and the hay-ricks looked as though each one wore a dunce-cap, like the dull boy in Dame Week"s school over by the green. The icicles hung down by the thatch, and the little birds crouched shivering in the bare and leafless hedge-rows.
But inside the farm-house all was warm and pleasant; the great logs snapped and crackled and roared in the wide chimney-place, throwing red light up and down the walls, so that the dark night only looked in through the latticed windows. Farmer Griggs sat warming his knees at the blaze, smoking his pipe in great comfort, while his crock of ale, with three roasted crab-apples bobbing about within it, warmed in the hot ashes beside the blazing logs, simmering pleasantly in the ruddy heat.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Farmer Georgie Griggs.]
Dame Griggs"s spinning-wheel went humm-m-m! hum-m-m-m-m! like a whole hiveful of bees, the cat purred in the warmth, the dog basked in the blaze, and little red sparks danced about the dishes standing all along in a row on the dresser.
But, rap! tap! tap! came a knock at the door.
Then Farmer Griggs took his pipe from out his mouth. "Did"ee hear un, dame?" said he. "Zooks now, there be somebody outside the door."
"Well then, thou gert oaf, why don"t "ee let un in?" said Dame Griggs.
"Look"ee now," said Georgie Griggs to himself, "sure women be of quicker wits than men!" So he opened the door. Whoo! In rushed the wind, and the blaze of the logs made as though it would leap up the chimney for fear.
"Will you let me in out of the cold, Georgie Griggs?" piped a small voice. Farmer Griggs looked down and saw a little wight no taller than his knee standing in the snow on the door-step. His face was as brown as a berry, and he looked up at the farmer with great eyes as bright as those of a toad. The red light of the fire shone on him, and Georgie Griggs saw that his feet were bare and that he wore no coat.
"Who be "ee, little man?" said Farmer Griggs.
"I"m a boggart, at your service."
"Na, na," said Farmer Griggs, "thee"s at na sarvice o"mine. I"ll give na room in my house to the likes o" thee"; and he made as though he would have shut the door in the face of the little urchin.
"But listen, Georgie Griggs," said the boggart; "I will do you a good service."
Then Farmer Griggs did listen. "What sarvice will"ee do me, then?" said he.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Dame Mally Griggs.]
"I"ll tend your fires," said the manikin, "I"ll bake your bread, I"ll wash your dishes, I"ll scour your pans, I"ll scrub your floors, I"ll brew your beer, I"ll roast your meat, I"ll boil your water, I"ll stuff your sausages, I"ll skim your milk, I"ll make your b.u.t.ter, I"ll press your cheese, I"ll pluck your geese, I"ll spin your thread, I"ll knit your stockings, I"ll mend your clothes, I"ll patch your shoes--I"ll be everywhere and do all of the work in your house, so that you will not have to give so much as a groat for wages to cook, scullion, or serving wench!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: Farmer Griggs and the Boggart.]
Then Farmer Griggs listened a little longer without shutting the door, and so did Dame Griggs. "What"s thy name, boggart?" said he.
"Hardfist," said the boggart; and he came a little farther in at the door, for he saw that Farmer Griggs had a mind to let him in all of the way.
"I don"t know," said Georgie Griggs, scratching his head doubtfully; "it"s an ill thing, lettin" mischief intull the house! Thee"s better outside, I doubt."
"Shut the door, Georgie!" called out Dame Griggs; "thou"rt lettin" th"
cold air intull th" room."
Then Farmer Griggs shut the door, but the boggart was on the inside.
This is the way in which the boggart came into Farmer Griggs"s house, and there he was to stay, for it is no such easy matter getting rid of the likes of him when we once let him in, I can tell you.
The boggart came straightway over to the warm fire, and the dog growled--"chur-r-r-r!"--and showed his teeth, and the cat spit anger and jumped up on the dresser, with her back arched and her tail on end. But the boggart cared never a whit for this, but laid himself comfortably down among the warm ashes.
Now imps, like this boggart, can only be seen as the frost is seen--when it is cold. So as he grew warmer and warmer, he grew thin, like a jelly-fish, and at last, when he had become thoroughly warmed through, Farmer Griggs and the dame could see him no more than though he was thin air. But he was in the house, and he stayed there, I can tell you. For a time everything went as smooth as cream; all of the work of the house was done as though by magic, for the boggart did all that he had promised; he made the fires, he baked the bread, he washed the dishes, he scoured the pans, he scrubbed the floors, he brewed the beer, he roasted the meat, he stuffed the sausages, he skimmed the milk, he made the b.u.t.ter, he pressed the cheese, he plucked the geese, he spun the thread, he knit the stockings, he mended the clothes, he patched the shoes--he was everywhere and did all of the work of the house. When Farmer Griggs saw these things done, and so deftly, he rubbed his hands and chuckled to himself. He sent cook and scullion and serving maid a-packing, there being nothing for them to do, for, as I said, all of these things were done as smooth as cream. But after a time, and when the boggart"s place had become easy to him, like an old shoe, mischief began to play the pipes and he began to show his pranks. The first thing that he did was to sc.r.a.pe the farmer"s b.u.t.ter, so that it was light of weight, and all of the people of the market town hooted at him for giving less than he sold. Then he skimmed the children"s milk, so that they had nothing but poor watery stuff to pour over their pottage of a morning. He took the milk from the cat, so that it was like to starve; he even pilfered the bones and sc.r.a.pings of the dishes from the poor house-dog, as though he was a very magpie. He blew out the rush-lights, so that they were all in the dark after sunset; he made the fires burn cold, and played a hundred and forty other impish tricks of the like kind. As for the poor little children, they were always crying and complaining that the boggart did this and the boggart did that; that he sc.r.a.ped the b.u.t.ter from their bread and pulled the coverlids off of them at night.