"A while after he met the beggar-woman.
""Have you seen my horse and sledge?" said the man.
""No," said the beggar-woman, "but I met the parson lower down yonder; he was surely going to a parish meeting, he drove so fast, and he had a borrowed horse."
"A while after, the man met the fox.
""Have you seen my horse and sledge?"
""Yes! I have," said the fox, "and Bruin Goodfellow sat on it and drove just as though he had stolen both horse and harness."
""De"il take him," said the man, "I"ll be bound he"ll drive my horse to death."
""If he does, flay him," said Reynard, "and roast him before the fire!
But if you get your horse again you may give me a lift over the Fell, for I can ride well, and besides, I have a fancy to see how it feels when one has four legs before one."
""What will you give for the lift?" said the man.
""You can have what you like," said Reynard; "either wet or dry. You may be sure you"ll always get more out of me than out of Bruin Goodfellow, for he is a rough carle to pay off when he takes a fancy to riding and hangs on a horse"s back."
""Well! you shall have a lift over the Fell," said the man, "if you will only meet me at this spot to-morrow."
"But he knew that Reynard was only playing off some of his tricks upon him, and so he took with him a loaded gun on the sledge, and when Reynard came, thinking to get a lift for nothing, he got, instead, a charge of shot in his body, and so the husbandman flayed the coat off him too, and then he had gotten both Bruin"s hide and Reynard"s skin."
BRUIN AND REYNARD PARTNERS.
"Once on a time Bruin and Reynard were to own a field in common. They had a little clearing up in the wood, and the first year they sowed rye.
""Now we must share the crop as is fair and right," said Reynard. "If you like to have the root, I"ll take the top."
"Yes, Bruin was ready to do that; but when they had threshed out the crop, Reynard got all the corn, but Bruin got nothing but roots and rubbish. He did not like that at all; but Reynard said it was how they had agreed to share it.
""This year I have the gain," said Reynard; "next year it will be your turn. Then you shall have the top, and I shall have to put up with the root."
"But when spring came, and it was time to sow, Reynard asked Bruin what he thought of turnips.
""Aye, aye!" said Bruin, "that"s better food than corn;" and so Reynard thought also. But when harvest came Reynard got the roots, while Bruin got the turnip-tops. And then Bruin was so angry with Reynard that he put an end at once to his partnership with him."
REYNARD WANTS TO TASTE HORSE-FLESH.
"One day as Bruin lay by a horse which he had slain, and was hard at work eating it, Reynard was out that day too, and came up spying about and licking his lips, if he might get a taste of the horse-flesh. So he doubled and turned till he got just behind Bruin"s back, and then he jumped on the other side of the carca.s.s and snapped a mouthful as he ran by. Bruin was not slow either, for he made a grab at Reynard and caught the tip of his red brush in his paw; and ever since then Reynard"s brush is white at the tip, as any one may see.
"But that day Bruin was merry, and called out, ""Bide a bit, Reynard; and come hither, and I"ll tell you how to catch a horse for yourself."
"Yes, Reynard was ready enough to learn, but he did not for all that trust himself to go very close to Bruin.
""Listen," said Bruin, "when you see a horse asleep, sunning himself in the sunshine, you must mind and bind yourself fast by the hair of his tail to your brush, and then you must make your teeth meet in the flesh of his thigh."
"As you may fancy, it was not long before Reynard found out a horse that lay asleep in the sunshine, and then he did as Bruin had told him; for he knotted and bound himself well into the hair of his tail, and made his teeth meet in the horse"s thigh.
"Up sprang the horse, and began to kick and rear and gallop, so that Reynard was dashed against stock and stone, and got battered black and blue, so that he was not far off losing both wit and sense. And while the horse galloped, they pa.s.sed Jack Longears, the Hare.
""Whither away so fast, Reynard?" cried Jack Longears.
""Post haste, on business of life and death, dear Jack," cried Reynard.
"And with that Jack stood up on his hind legs, and laughed till his sides ached and his jaws split right up to his ears. It was so funny to see Reynard ride post haste.
"But you must know, since that ride Reynard has never thought of catching a horse for himself. For that once at least it was Bruin who had the best of it in wit, though they do say he is most often as simple-minded as the Trolls."
Many other stories Edward and I heard that season up on the Fjeld, either from the girls, or Peter, or Anders; and here some of them follow standing by themselves, and not set in a frame.
MASTER TOBACCO
[Ill.u.s.tration: MASTER TOBACCO.]
"Once on a time there was a poor woman who went about begging with her son; for at home she had neither a morsel to eat nor a stick to burn.
First she tried the country, and went from parish to parish; but it was poor work, and so she came into the town. There she went about from house to house for a while, and at last she came to the lord mayor. He was both open-hearted and open-handed, and he was married to the daughter of the richest merchant in the town, and they had one little daughter. As they had no more children, you may fancy she was sugar and spice and all that"s nice, and in a word there was nothing too good for her. This little girl soon came to know the beggar boy as he went about with his mother; and as the lord mayor was a wise man, as soon as he saw what friends the two were, he took the boy into his house, that he might be his daughter"s playmate. Yes, they played and read and went to school together, and never had so much as one quarrel.
"One day the lady mayoress stood at the window, and watched the children as they were trudging off to school. There had been a shower of rain, and the street was flooded, and she saw how the boy first carried the basket with their dinner over the stream, and then he went back and lifted the little girl over, and when he set her down he gave her a kiss.
"When the lady mayoress saw this, she got very angry. "To think of such a ragam.u.f.fin kissing our daughter--we, who are the best people in the place!" That was what she said. Her husband did his best to stop her tongue. "No one knew," he said, "how children would turn out in life, or what might befall his own: the boy was a clever, handy lad, and often and often a great tree sprang from a slender plant."
"But no! it was all the same whatever he said, and whichever way he put it. The lady mayoress held her own, and said, beggars on horseback always rode their cattle to death, and that no one had ever heard of a silk purse being made out of a sow"s ear; adding, that a penny would never turn into a shilling, even though it glittered like a guinea. The end of it all was that the poor lad was turned out of the house, and had to pack up his rags and be off.
"When the lord mayor saw there was no help for it, he sent him away with a trader who had come thither with a ship, and he was to be cabin-boy on board her. He told his wife he had sold the boy for a roll of tobacco.
"But before he went the lord mayor"s daughter broke her ring into two bits, and gave the boy one bit, that it might be a token to know him by if they ever met again; and so the ship sailed away, and the lad came to a town, far, far off in the world, and to that town a priest had just come who was so good a preacher that every one went to church to hear him, and the crew of the ship went with the rest the Sunday after to hear the sermon. As for the lad, he was left behind to mind the ship and to cook the dinner. So while he was hard at work he heard some one calling out across the water on an island. So he took the boat and rowed across, and there he saw an old hag, who called and roared.
""Aye," she said, "you have come at last! Here have I stood a hundred years calling and bawling, and thinking how I should ever get over this water; but no one has ever heard or heeded but you, and you shall be well paid, if you will put me over to the other side."
"So the lad had to row her to her sister"s house, who lived on a hill on the other side, close by; and when they got there, she told him to beg for the old table-cloth which lay on the dresser. Yes! he begged for it, and when the old witch who lived there knew that he had helped her sister over the water, she said he might have whatever he chose to ask.
""Oh," said the boy, "then I won"t have anything else than that old table-cloth on the dresser yonder."
""Oh," said the old witch, "that you never asked out of your own wits."
""Now I must be off," said the lad, "to cook the Sunday dinner for the church-goers."