""Taper Tom! Taper Tom!" she bawled out, and came running out with the ladle of porridge in her fist, "may I have leave to stroke that pretty bird of yours?"
""Better let her stroke me," said the smith.
""I daresay," said Taper Tom.
"But when the cook heard that she got angry.
""What is that you say!" she cried, and let fly at the smith with the ladle.
""Hang on, if you care to come with us," said Taper Tom. So she stuck fast, she, too; and for all her kicks and plunges, and all her scolding and screaming, and all her riving and striving, and all her rage, she too had to limp along with them.
"But when they came outside the window of the princess, there she stood, waiting for them; and when she saw they had taken the cook too, with her ladle and brush, she opened her mouth wide, and laughed loud, so that the king had to hold her upright. So Taper Tom got the princess and half the kingdom; and they had such a merry wedding, it was heard and talked of far and wide."
THE TROLLS IN HEDALE WOOD.
"Up at a place in Vaage, in Gudbrandsdale, there lived once on a time in the days of old a poor couple. They had many children, and two of the sons who were about half grown up had to be always roaming about the country begging. So it was that they were well known with all the highways and by-ways, and they also knew the short cut into Hedale.
"It happened once that they wanted to get thither, but at the same time they heard that some falconers had built themselves a hut at Maela, and so they wished to kill two birds with one stone, and see the birds, and how they are taken, and so they took the cut across Longmoss. But you must know it was far on towards autumn, and so the milkmaids had all gone home from the shielings, and they could neither get shelter nor food. Then they had to keep straight on for Hedale, but the path was a mere track, and when night fell they lost it; and, worse still, they could not find the falconers" hut either, and before they knew where they were, they found themselves in the very depths of the forest. As soon as they saw they could not get on, they began to break boughs, lit a fire, and built themselves a bower of branches, for they had a hand-axe with them; and, after that, they plucked heather and moss and made themselves a bed. So a little while after they had lain down, they heard something which sniffed and snuffed so with its nose; then the boys p.r.i.c.ked up their ears and listened sharp to hear whether it were wild beasts or wood trolls, and just then something snuffed up the air louder than ever, and said--
""There"s a smell of Christian blood here!"
"At the same time they heard such a heavy foot-fall that the earth shook under it, and then they knew well enough the trolls must be about.
""Heaven help us! what shall we do?" said the younger boy to his brother.
""Oh! you must stand as you are under the fir, and be ready to take our bags and run away when you see them coming; as for me, I will take the hand-axe," said the other.
"All at once they saw the trolls coming at them like mad, and they were so tall and stout, their heads were just as high as the fir-tops; but it was a good thing they had only one eye between them all three, and that they used turn and turn about. They had a hole in their foreheads into which they put it, and turned and twisted it with their hands. The one that went first, he must have it to see his way, and the others went behind and took hold of the first.
""Take up the traps," said the elder of the boys, "but don"t run away too far, but see how things go; as they carry their eye so high aloft they"ll find it hard to see me when I get behind them."
"Yes! the brother ran before and the trolls after him, meanwhile the elder got behind them and chopped the hindmost troll with his axe on the ankle, so that the troll gave an awful shriek, and the foremost troll got so afraid he was all of a shake and dropped the eye. But the boy was not slow to snap it up. It was bigger than two quart pots put together, and so clear and bright, that though it was pitch dark, everything was as clear as day as soon as he looked through it.
"When the trolls saw he had taken their eye and done one of them harm, they began to threaten him with all the evil in the world if he didn"t give back the eye at once.
""I don"t care a farthing for trolls and threats," said the boy, "now I"ve got three eyes to myself and you three have got none, and besides two of you have to carry the third."
"If we don"t get our eye back this minute, you shall be both turned to stocks and stones," screeched the trolls.
"But the boy thought things needn"t go so fast; he was not afraid for witchcraft or hard words. If they didn"t leave him in peace he"d chop them all three, so that they would have to creep and crawl along the earth like cripples and crabs.
"When the trolls heard that, they got still more afraid and began to use soft words. They begged so prettily that he would give them their eye back, and then he should have both gold and silver and all that he wished to ask. Yes! that seemed all very fine to the lad, but he must have the gold and silver first, and so he said, if one of them would go home and fetch as much gold and silver as would fill his and his brother"s bags, and give them two good cross-bows beside, they might have their eye, but he should keep it until they did what he said.
"The trolls were very put out, and said none of them could go when he hadn"t his eye to see with, but all at once one of them began to bawl out for their goody, for you must know they had a goody between them all three as well as an eye. After a while an answer came from a knoll a long way off to the north. So the trolls said she must come with two steel cross-bows and two buckets full of gold and silver, and then it was not long, you may fancy, before she was there. And when she heard what had happened, she too began to threaten them with witchcraft. But the trolls got so afraid, and begged her beware of the little wasp, for she couldn"t be sure he would not take away her eye too. So she threw them the cross-bows and the buckets and the gold and the silver, and strode off to the knoll with the trolls; and since that time no one has ever heard that the trolls have walked in Hedale wood snuffing after Christian blood."
THE SKIPPER AND OLD NICK.
"Once on a time there was a skipper who was so wonderfully lucky in everything he undertook; there was no one who got such freights, and no one who earned so much money, for it rolled in upon him on all sides, and, in a word, there was no one who was good to make such voyages as he, for whithersoever he sailed he took the wind with him;--nay! men did say he had only to turn his hat and the wind turned the way he wished it to blow.
"So he sailed for many years, both in the timber trade and to China, and he had gathered money together like gra.s.s. But it so happened that once he was coming home across the North sea with every sail set, as though he had stolen both ship and lading; but he who wanted to lay hold on him went faster still. It was Old Nick, for with him he had made a bargain, as one may well fancy, and that very day the time was up, and he might look any moment that Old Nick would come and fetch him.
"Well! the skipper came up on deck out of the cabin and looked at the weather; then he called for the carpenter and some others of the crew, and said they must go down into the hold and hew two holes in the ship"s bottom, and when they had done that they were to lift the pumps out of their beds and drive them down tight into the holes they had made, so that the sea might rise high up into the pumps.
"The crew wondered at all this, and thought it a funny bit of work, but they did as the skipper ordered; they hewed holes in the ship"s bottom and drove the pumps in so tight that never a drop of water could come to the cargo, but up in the pump itself the North sea stood seven feet high.
"They had only just thrown the chips overboard after their piece of work when Old Nick came on board in a gust of wind and caught the skipper by the throat.
""Stop, father!" said the skipper, "there"s no need to be in such a hurry," and as he said that he began to defend himself and to loose the claws which Old Nick had stuck into him by the help of a marling-spike.
""Haven"t you made a bargain that you would always keep the ship dry and tight?" asked the skipper. "Yes! you"re a pretty fellow; look down the pumps, there"s the water standing seven feet high in the pipe. Pump, devil, pump! and pump the ship dry, and then you may take me and have me as soon and as long as you choose."
"Old Nick was not so clever that he was not taken in; he pumped and strove, and the sweat ran down his back like a brook, so that you might have turned a mill at the end of his backbone, but he only pumped out of the North sea and into the North sea again. At last he got tired of that work, and when he could not pump a stroke more, he set off in a sad temper home to his grandmother to take a rest. As for the skipper, he let him stay a skipper as long as he chose, and if he isn"t dead, he is still perhaps sailing on his voyages whithersoever he will, and twisting the wind as he chooses only by turning his hat."
GOODY GAINST-THE-STREAM.
"Once on a time there was a man who had a goody who was so cross-grained that there was no living with her. As for her husband he could not get on with her at all, for whatever he wished she set her face right against it.
"So it fell one Sunday in summer that the man and his wife went out into the field to see how the crop looked; and when they came to a field of rye on the other side of the river, the man said--
""Ay! now it is ripe. To-morrow we must set to work and reap it."
""Yes," said his wife, "to-morrow we can set to work and shear it."
""What do you say," said the man; "shall we shear it? Mayn"t we just as well reap it?"
""No," said the goody, "It shall be shorn."
""There is nothing so bad as a little knowledge," said the man, "but you must have lost the little wit you had. When did you ever hear of shearing a field?"
""I know little, and I care to know little, I dare say," said the goody, "but I know very well that this field shall be shorn and not reaped."
"That was what she said, and there was no help for it; it must and should be shorn.
"So they walked about and quarrelled and strove till they came to the bridge across the river, just above a deep hole.
"""Tis an old saying," said the man, "that good tools make good work, but I fancy it will be a fine swathe that is shorn with a pair of shears. Mayn"t we just as well reap the field after all?" he asked.