The difficulties of classification are very apparent here, and once more it must @@ -111,7 +111,7 @@ interest in the past has been more marked than in others. When the machinery of life has weighed too heavily on the human spirit, men have turned for relief to a contemplation of the "good old times" and have preached crusades of a "return - to nature." 172 Many modern + to nature." 172 Many modern writers have tried to recapture some of the power of the folk tale by imitating its method. In many cases they have had a fair degree of success: in one case, that of Hans Christian Andersen, the success is admittedly very complete. As a @@ -159,7 +159,7 @@ acknowledged master of the modern story for children. What are the sources of his success? Genius is always unexplainable except in terms of itself, but some things are clear. To begin, he makes a mark—drives down a peg: "There came a - soldier marching along 173 + soldier marching along 173 the high road—one, two! one, two!" and you are off. No backing and filling, no jockeying for position, no elaborate setting of the stage. The story's the thing! Next, the language is the language of common oral speech, @@ -199,7 +199,7 @@
The rabbis of old were good story-tellers. They were essentially @@ -255,7 +255,7 @@ the penalty? Thy head must be forfeited."
"I delayed until now," the rabbi answered calmly, "so that thou mightst know that I return thy diadem, not for the sake of the reward, still less out of - fear of punishment; but solely to comply 175 with the Divine command not to withhold from another the property which belongs to him."
"Blessed be thy God!" the Empress answered, and dismissed the rabbi without
@@ -308,7 +308,7 @@
There lived once a very wealthy man, who cared little for money, except as 176 a means for helping
+ role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 176" id="Page_176">176 a means for helping
others. He used to adopt a peculiar plan in his method of charitable relief.
He had three boxes made for the three different classes of people whom he
desired to assist. In one box he put gold pieces, which he distributed among
@@ -358,7 +358,7 @@
awakened much admiration. It was the owner's greatest pleasure to watch its
growth, as leaf, flower, and tree seemed daily to unfold to brighter bloom.
One morning, while taking his usual stroll through the well-kept paths, 177 he was surprised to
+ role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 177" id="Page_177">177 he was surprised to
find that some blossoms were picked to pieces. The next day he noticed more
signs of mischief, and rendered thus more observant he gave himself no rest
until he had discovered the culprit. It was a little trembling bird, whom he
@@ -412,7 +412,7 @@
poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, who had published them first in his periodical,
The Friend. Coleridge was much interested in Hebrew literature, and
especially fond of speaking in parables, as those who know "The Ancient Mariner"
- will readily recall. The 178
+ will readily recall. The 178
following is one of the three stories referred to, and it had prefixed to it the
significant text, "The Lord helpeth man and beast." (Psalm XXXVI, 6.) "Ay, that must, then, be the cause," said the chief: "for the sake of those
innocent animals the All-gracious Being continues to let the sun shine, and
the rain drop down on your country; since its inhabitants are unworthy of
- such blessings." 1793. True Charity
There was once a Prince who wanted to marry a Princess. But it was only a real Princess that he wanted to marry.
He traveled all over the world to find a real one. But, although there were 180 plenty of + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 180" id="Page_180">180 plenty of princesses, whether they were real princesses he could never discover. There was always something that did not seem quite right about them.
@@ -592,7 +592,7 @@"Oh, it is beautiful—charming!" said the old Minister, peering through his spectacles. "What a fine pattern, and what wonderful colors! I shall tell - the Emperor that I am very much pleased with it." 182
+ the Emperor that I am very much pleased with it." 182"Well, we are glad to hear you say so," answered the two swindlers.
Then they named all the colors of the invisible cloth upon the looms, and described the peculiar pattern. The old Minister listened intently, so that @@ -698,7 +697,7 @@ sewed with needles without thread; and, at last, they said, "The clothes are ready!"
The Emperor himself, with his grandest courtiers, went to put on his new - suit. 183
+ suit. 183"See!" said the rogues, lifting their arms as if holding something. "Here are the trousers! Here is the coat! Here is the cape!" and so on. "It is as light as a spider's web. One might think one had nothing on. But that is @@ -754,7 +753,7 @@ true beauty, you must have it in your own heart.
"I command that he shall appear this evening, and sing before me," said the Emperor. "All the world knows what I possess, and I do not know it - myself!"
"I have never heard him mentioned," said the cavalier. "I will seek for him. I will find him."
@@ -857,7 +856,7 @@"Little Nightingale!" called the little kitchen maid, quite loudly, "our gracious Emperor wishes you to sing before him."
"With the greatest pleasure!" replied the Nightingale, and began to sing most - delightfully.
"It sounds just like glass bells!" said the cavalier. "And look at its little throat, how it's working! It's wonderful that we should never have heard it @@ -906,7 +905,7 @@
One day the Emperor received a large parcel, on which was written, "The Nightingale."
"There we have a new book about this celebrated bird," said the Emperor. 187
+ role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 187" id="Page_187">187But it was not a book, but a little work of art, contained in a box—an artificial nightingale, which was to sing like a natural one, and was brilliantly ornamented with diamonds, sapphires, and rubies. So soon as the @@ -956,7 +955,7 @@
"It sounds pretty enough, and the melodies resemble each other, but there's something wanting, though I know not what!"
The real Nightingale was banished from the country and empire. The artificial - bird had its place on a silken 188 cushion close to the Emperor's bed; all the presents it had received, gold and precious stones, were ranged about it; in title it had advanced to be the High Imperial After-Dinner-Singer, and in rank to @@ -1006,7 +1005,7 @@ upon his chest, and had put on his golden crown, and held in one hand the Emperor's sword, in the other his beautiful banner. And all around, from among the folds of the splendid velvet curtains, strange heads peered forth; - a few very 189 ugly, the + a few very 189 ugly, the rest quite lovely and mild. These were all the Emperor's bad and good deeds, that stood before him now that Death sat upon his heart.
"Do you remember this?" whispered one to the other. "Do you remember that?" @@ -1056,7 +1055,7 @@ it, but let me come when I feel the wish; then I will sit in the evening on the spray yonder by the window, and sing you something, so that you may be glad and thoughtful at once. I will sing of those who are happy and of those - who suffer. 190 I will + who suffer. 190 I will sing of good and of evil that remains hidden round about you. The little singing bird flies far around, to the poor fisherman, to the peasant's roof, to everyone who dwells far away from you and from your Court. I love your @@ -1114,7 +1113,7 @@ world," thought the Tree.
In the autumn woodcutters always came and felled a few of the largest trees; that was done this year too, and the little Fir Tree, that was now quite - well grown, shuddered with fear, for the 191 great stately trees fell to the ground with a crash, and their branches were cut off, so that the trees looked quite naked, long, and slender—they could hardly be recognized. But then they were laid upon @@ -1164,8 +1163,7 @@
"Rejoice in us," said Air and Sunshine. "Rejoice in thy fresh youth here in the woodland."
But the Fir Tree did not rejoice at all, but it grew and grew; winter and - summer it stood there, green, dark green. The 192 people who saw it said, "That's a + summer it stood there, green, dark green. The 192 people who saw it said, "That's a handsome tree!" and at Christmas time it was felled before any one of the others. The ax cut deep into its marrow, and the tree fell to the ground with a sigh; it felt a pain, a sensation of faintness, and could not think @@ -1215,7 +1213,7 @@ it.
"What are they about?" thought the Tree. "What's going to be done?"
And the candles burned down to the twigs, and as they burned down they 193 were extinguished, + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 193" id="Page_193">193 were extinguished, and then the children received permission to plunder the Tree. Oh! they rushed in upon it, so that every branch cracked again: if it had not been fastened by the top and by the golden star to the ceiling, it would have @@ -1262,7 +1260,7 @@
"Now it's winter outside," thought the Tree. "The earth is hard and covered with snow, and people cannot plant me; therefore I suppose I'm to be sheltered here until spring comes. How considerate that is! How good people - are! If it were only not so dark 194 here, and so terribly solitary!—not even a little hare? That was pretty out there in the wood, when the snow lay thick and the hare sprang past; yes, even when he jumped over me; but then I did not like @@ -1314,7 +1312,7 @@
"No," said the Tree.
"Then we'd rather not hear you," said the Rats.
And they went back to their own people. The little Mice at last stayed 195 away also; and then + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 195" id="Page_195">195 away also; and then the Tree sighed and said:
"It was very nice when they sat round me, the merry little Mice, and listened when I spoke to them. Now that's past too. But I shall remember to be @@ -1369,7 +1367,7 @@
The tale that follows was one of the author's earliest stories, published in 1835. It is clearly based upon an old folk tale, one variant of which is "The Blue Light" from the Grimm collection (No. 174). "It was 196 a lucky stroke," says + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 196" id="Page_196">196 a lucky stroke," says Brandes, "that made Andersen the poet of children. After long fumbling, after unsuccessful efforts, which must necessarily throw a false and ironic light on the self-consciousness of a poet whose pride based its justification mainly on @@ -1420,7 +1418,7 @@ sits on the money-chest there has two eyes as big as round towers. He is a fierce dog, you may be sure; but you needn't be afraid, for all that. Only set him on my apron, and he won't hurt you; and take out of the chest as - much gold as you like."
"That's not so bad," said the soldier. "But what am I to give you, old witch? for you will not do it for nothing, I fancy."
@@ -1471,7 +1469,7 @@ in her apron, took it on his back like a bundle, put the tinder-box in his pocket, and went straight off toward the town.That was a splendid town! And he put up at the very best inn and asked for - the finest rooms, and ordered his 198 favorite dishes, for now he was rich, as he had so much money. The servant who had to clean his boots certainly thought them a remarkably old pair for such a rich gentleman; but he had not bought any new @@ -1520,7 +1518,7 @@ struck a light, and whisk! came the dog with eyes as big as tea-cups.
"It is midnight, certainly," said the soldier, "but I should very much like 199 to see the + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 199" id="Page_199">199 to see the Princess, only for one little moment."
And the dog was outside the door directly, and, before the soldier thought it, came back with the Princess. She sat upon the dog's back and slept; and @@ -1567,7 +1565,7 @@ him, "To-morrow you shall be hanged." That was not amusing to hear, and he had left his tinder-box at the inn. In the morning he could see, through the iron grating of the little window, how the people were hurrying out of the - town to see him hanged. He heard the 200 drums beat and saw the soldiers marching. All the people were running out, and among them was a shoemaker's boy with leather apron and slippers, and he galloped so fast that one of his slippers flew @@ -1623,8 +1621,7 @@
There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers; they were all brothers, for - they had all been born of one old tin spoon. 201 They shouldered their muskets, and looked + they had all been born of one old tin spoon. 201 They shouldered their muskets, and looked straight before them; their uniform was red and blue, and very splendid. The first thing they had heard in the world, when the lid was taken off their box, had been the words, "Tin soldiers!" These words were uttered by a @@ -1673,7 +1670,7 @@
"Just you wait till to-morrow!" said the Goblin.
But when the morning came, and the children got up, the Tin Soldier was placed in the window; and whether it was the Goblin or the draught that did - it, all at once the window flew open, 202 and the Soldier fell head over heels out of the third story. That was a terrible passage! He put his leg straight up, and stuck with helmet downward and his bayonet between the paving-stones.
@@ -1729,7 +1726,7 @@And now the paper parted, and the Tin Soldier fell out; but at that moment he was snapped up by a great fish.
Oh, how dark it was in that fish's body! It was darker yet than in the 203 drain tunnel; and + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 203" id="Page_203">203 drain tunnel; and then it was very narrow too. But the Tin Soldier remained unmoved, and lay at full length shouldering his musket.
The fish swam to and fro; he made the most wonderful movements, and then @@ -1785,7 +1782,7 @@
It was glorious out in the country. It was summer, and the cornfields were - yellow, and the oats were green; the hay 204 had been put up in stacks in the green meadows, and the stork went about on his long red legs, and chattered Egyptian, for this was the language he had learned from his good mother. All around the fields @@ -1833,8 +1830,7 @@
The next day the weather was splendidly bright, and the sun shone on all the green trees. The Mother-Duck went down to the water with all her little ones. Splash! she jumped into the water. "Quack! quack!" she said, and then - one duckling after another plunged in. The 205 water closed over their heads, but they + one duckling after another plunged in. The 205 water closed over their heads, but they came up in an instant, and swam capitally; their legs went of themselves, and there they were, all in the water. The ugly gray Duckling swam with them.
@@ -1884,7 +1880,7 @@ spurs, and therefore thought himself an Emperor, blew himself up like a ship in full sail, and bore straight down upon it; then he gobbled, and grew quite red in the face. The poor Duckling did not know where it should stand - or walk; 206 it was quite + or walk; 206 it was quite melancholy, because it looked ugly and was scoffed at by the whole yard.So it went on the first day; and afterward it became worse and worse. The poor Duckling was hunted about by every one; even its brothers and sisters @@ -1933,8 +1929,7 @@ poor Duckling did not dare to rise up; it waited several hours before it looked round, and then hastened away out of the moor as fast as it could. It ran on over field and meadow; there was such a storm raging that it was - difficult to get from one place to another. 207
+ difficult to get from one place to another. 207Toward evening the Duck came to a little miserable peasant's hut. This hut was so dilapidated that it did not know on which side it should fall; and that's why it remained standing. The storm whistled round the Duckling in @@ -1984,7 +1979,7 @@
"We don't understand you? Then pray who is to understand you? You surely don't pretend to be cleverer than the Tom Cat and the old woman—I won't say anything of myself. Don't be conceited, child, and be grateful for all the - kindness you have received. Did 208 you not get into a warm room, and have you not fallen into company from which you may learn something? But you are a chatterer, and it is not pleasant to associate with you. You may believe me, I speak @@ -2033,7 +2028,7 @@ children tumbled over one another in their efforts to catch the Duckling; and they laughed and screamed finely. Happily the door stood open, and the poor creature was able to slip out between the shrubs into the newly- 209fallen snow; and + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 209" id="Page_209">209fallen snow; and there it lay quite exhausted.
But it would be too melancholy if I were to tell all the misery and care which the Duckling had to endure in the hard winter. It lay out on the moor @@ -2087,7 +2082,7 @@ stories was Granny's Wonderful Chair (1857) by the blind poet Frances Browne (1816-1887). In spite of the obstacles due to blindness, poverty, and ill-health, she succeeded in educating herself, and after achieving some fame as - a poet left her mountain village 210 in county Donegal, Ireland, to make a literary career in Edinburgh and London. She published many volumes of poems, novels, and children's books. Only one of these is now much read or remembered, but it has @@ -2139,8 +2134,7 @@
For a long time nobody about the palace could understand what was the matter—the ladies-in-waiting looked so astonished, and the king so vexed; but at last it was whispered through the city that the queen's seventh child - had been born with such miserably small feet that 211 they resembled nothing ever seen or heard + had been born with such miserably small feet that 211 they resembled nothing ever seen or heard of in Stumpinghame, except the feet of the fairies.
The chronicles furnished no example of such an affliction ever before happening in the royal family. The common people thought it portended some @@ -2186,7 +2180,7 @@ last, Rough Ruddy found out that the sight of such horrid jumping would make her children vulgar; and, as soon as he was old enough, she sent Fairyfoot every day to watch some sickly sheep that grazed on a wild, weedy pasture, - hard by the forest.
Poor Fairyfoot was often lonely and sorrowful; many a time he wished his feet would grow larger, or that people wouldn't notice them so much; and all the @@ -2238,7 +2232,7 @@ round low tables covered with cups of milk, dishes of honey, and carved wooden flagons filled with clear red wine. The little man led Fairyfoot up to the nearest table, handed him one of the flagons, and said 213—
+ role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 213" id="Page_213">213—"Drink to the good company."
Wine was not very common among the shepherds of Stumpinghame, and the boy had never tasted such drink as that before; for scarcely had it gone down when @@ -2287,7 +2281,7 @@ "there would come such crowds of these great coarse creatures of mankind, nobody would have peace for leagues round. But you will surely send word to the sweet princess!—she was so kind to our birds and butterflies, and danced - so like one of ourselves!" 214
"Not I, indeed!" said the spiteful fairy. "Her old skinflint of a father cut down the cedar which I loved best in the whole forest, and made a chest of @@ -2337,7 +2331,7 @@ the talk ceased and the songs began, he thought it might be as well for him to follow the ground-ivy, and see the Princess Maybloom, not to speak of getting rid of Rough Ruddy, the sickly sheep, and the crusty old shepherd. - It 215 was a long + It 215 was a long journey; but he went on, eating wild berries by day, sleeping in the hollows of old trees by night, and never losing sight of the ground-ivy, which led him over height and hollow, bank and bush, out of the forest, and along a @@ -2385,7 +2379,7 @@ most discreet officer in our household. Let them go with the princess; who knows but our sorrow may be lessened?"
After some persuasion the king consented, though all his councillors - advised 216 the + advised 216 the contrary. So the two silent maids, the discreet chamberlain, and her fawn, which would not stay behind, were sent with Princess Maybloom, and they all set out after dinner. Fairyfoot had hard work guiding them along the track @@ -2433,7 +2427,7 @@
There was great joy that day in the palace because Princess Maybloom's feet were made small again. The king gave Fairyfoot all manner of fine clothes and rich jewels; and when they heard his wonderful story, he and the queen - asked 217 him to live + asked 217 him to live with them and be their son. In process of time Fairyfoot and Princess Maybloom were married, and still live happily. When they go to visit at Stumpinghame, they always wash their feet in the Growing Well, lest the @@ -2491,7 +2485,7 @@ the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.
"How do you know?" said the Mathematical Master; "you have never seen - one." 218
+ one." 218"Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.
@@ -2543,8 +2537,7 @@ me.""When I was alive and had a human heart," answered the statue, "I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow - is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I 219 played with my companions in the garden, + is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I 219 played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and @@ -2594,7 +2587,7 @@ are so lazy."
He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with - each 220 other, and + each 220 other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on @@ -2645,7 +2638,7 @@ weep.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."
-So the Swallow plucked out the So the Swallow plucked out the 221 Prince's eye, and flew away to the student's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his @@ -2697,7 +2690,7 @@ of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large - flat 222 leaves, and + flat 222 leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.
"Dear little Swallow," said the Prince, "you tell me of marvelous things, but more marvelous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is @@ -2749,7 +2742,7 @@ longer," said the Mayor; "in fact, he is little better than a beggar!"
"Little better than a beggar," said the Town Councillors.
"And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!" continued the Mayor. "We 223 must really issue a + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 223" id="Page_223">223 must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here." And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is no longer @@ -2808,7 +2801,7 @@ castle many years before. They were made of silver, and sometimes shone in the sunlight with dazzling brightness; but at other times the surface of the shields would be clouded as though by a mist, and one could not see his - face 224 reflected + face 224 reflected there as he could when they shone brightly.
Now, when each young knight received his spurs and his armor, a new shield was also given him from among those that the magician had made; and when the @@ -2858,7 +2851,7 @@ to fight. But he struggled against this feeling and went quietly to look after his duties at the gate. The gateway was high and narrow, and was reached from outside by a high, narrow bridge that crossed the moat, which 225 surrounded the + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 225" id="Page_225">225 surrounded the castle on every side. When an enemy approached, the knight on guard rang a great bell just inside the gate, and the bridge was drawn up against the castle wall, so that no one could come across the moat. So the giants had @@ -2908,7 +2901,7 @@
"You may well think so," said Sir Roland, "and so may I; but it is neither you nor I that is commander here."
"I suppose," said the old woman then, "that you are one of the kind of 226 knights who like to + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 226" id="Page_226">226 knights who like to keep out of fighting. You are lucky to have so good an excuse for staying at home." And she laughed a thin and taunting laugh.
Then Sir Roland was very angry, and thought that if it were only a man @@ -2958,7 +2951,7 @@ himself to a little old man through some magic power, that he might make his way into the castle while all the knights were away. Sir Roland shuddered to think what might have happened if he had taken the sword and left the gate - unguarded. The giant shook his 227 fist across the moat that lay between them, and then, knowing that he could do nothing more, he went angrily back into the forest.
@@ -3014,7 +3007,7 @@Jean Ingelow (1820-1897) was an English poet, novelist, and writer of stories for children, who lived in the fen district of Lincolnshire. Her most noted poem deals with a terrible catastrophe that happened there more - than three centuries ago. It is called "The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire." Many reading books for the third or fourth grade contain her dainty and melodious "Seven Times One," in which a little girl expresses the joy and sense of power felt on @@ -3067,7 +3060,7 @@ the vast unvarying plain, clothed with scanty grass, and flooded with the glaring sunshine; flocks and herds, and shepherds, moved across it sometimes, but nothing else, not even a shadow, for there was no cloud in - the sky to cast one.
The old man, however, always treated the prince with respect, and answered his questions with a great deal of patience, till at length he found a @@ -3120,7 +3113,7 @@ they may need."
"How so?" asked the prince.
"If a man has many loaves he cannot eat them all," answered the old man; - "therefore he goes to his neighbor and 230 says, 'I have bread and thou hast a coin of gold—let us change'; so he receives the gold and goes to another man, saying, 'Thou hast two houses and I have none; lend me one of thy houses to live in, and I @@ -3171,7 +3164,7 @@ this strange advantage, that he should see things in their truth and reality as well as in their outward shows.
So the prince, not without some fear, prepared to obey; but first he drank - his 231 sherbet, and + his 231 sherbet, and handed over the golden cup to the old man by way of recompense; then he reclined beside the chafing-dish and inhaled the heavy perfume till he became overpowered with sleep, and sank down upon the carpet in a dream.
@@ -3219,8 +3212,7 @@ made them so."After this, as he wandered here and there, he saw groups of people smelting the gold under the shadow of the trees, and he observed that a dancing, - quivering vapor rose up from it, which dazzled their 232 eyes, and distorted everything that they + quivering vapor rose up from it, which dazzled their 232 eyes, and distorted everything that they looked at; arraying it also in different colors from the true one. He observed that this vapor from the gold caused all things to rock and reel before the eyes of those who looked through it, and also, by some strange @@ -3272,7 +3264,7 @@ my girdle into a bridge, and we will cross over on it.'"
"Turn your girdle into a bridge!" exclaimed the prince doubtfully, for he did not quite understand.
-The man explained himself. The man explained himself. 233
"And then, sir, after that," he continued, "I turned one half of my burden into bread, and gave it to these poor people. Since then I have not been @@ -3330,7 +3322,7 @@ (Copyright, 1894.) This story is based upon the old mythical belief that the trees are inhabited by guardian deities known as dryads, or hamadryads. To injure a tree meant to injure its guardian spirit and was almost certain to - insure 234 disaster for + insure 234 disaster for the guilty person. On the other hand, to protect a tree would bring some token of appreciation from the dryad. A good introduction to the story would be the telling of one or two of these tree myths as found in Gayley's Classic @@ -3381,8 +3373,7 @@ have been washed by the rains and greatly damaged. He remembered it as a path that was quite easy to traverse either up or down. But Old Pipes had been a very active man, and as his mother was so much older than he was, he - never thought of himself as aged and infirm. 235
+ never thought of himself as aged and infirm. 235When the Chief Villager had paid him, and he had talked a little with some of his friends, Old Pipes started to go home. But when he had crossed the bridge over the brook, and gone a short distance up the hill-side, he became @@ -3433,7 +3424,7 @@ matter. But one thing is certain: if I do not earn the wages the Chief Villager pays me, I shall not take them. I shall go straight down to the village and give back the money I received to-day." 236
+ role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 236" id="Page_236">236"Nonsense!" cried his mother. "I'm sure you've piped as well as you could, and no more can be expected. And what are we to do without the money?"
"I don't know," said Old Pipes; "but I'm going down to the village to pay it @@ -3486,7 +3477,7 @@ makes you so happy; but I must admit that I tried to find the key because I had a great desire to see a Dryad. But, if you wish to do something for me, you can, if you happen to be going down toward the village."
-"To the village!" exclaimed the Dryad. "To the village!" exclaimed the Dryad. 237 "I will go anywhere for you, my kind old benefactor."
"Well, then," said Old Pipes, "I wish you would take this little bag of money @@ -3537,7 +3528,7 @@ cut some wood. He had a right to get wood from the mountain, but for a long time he had been content to pick up the dead branches which lay about his cottage. To-day, however, he felt so strong and vigorous that he thought he - would 238 go and cut + would 238 go and cut some fuel that would be better than this. He worked all the morning, and when he came back he did not feel at all tired, and he had a very good appetite for his dinner.
@@ -3586,7 +3577,7 @@ stopped up of late, but now they are as clear and good as ever."Again the merry notes went sounding far and wide. The cattle on the mountain heard them, and those that were old enough remembered how these notes had - called them from their pastures 239 every evening, and so they started down the mountain-side, the others following.
The merry notes were heard in the village below, and the people were much @@ -3633,7 +3624,7 @@ grew feeble, and the notes of his pipes could not be heard on the opposite hills, this Echo-dwarf had nothing to do, and he spent his time in delightful idleness; and he slept so much and grew so fat that it made his - companions laugh to see him walk. 240
On the afternoon on which, after so long an interval, the sound of the pipes was heard on the echo hills, this dwarf was fast asleep behind a rock. As @@ -3682,7 +3673,7 @@ injury and insult upon one like me, and to snatch from him the repose that he has earned by long years of toil." And, shaking his head savagely, he hurried back to the rocky hill-side.
-Every afternoon the merry notes of Every afternoon the merry notes of 241 the pipes of Old Pipes sounded down into the valley and over the hills and up the mountain-side; and every afternoon when he had echoed them back, the little dwarf grew more and more angry with the Dryad. @@ -3734,7 +3725,7 @@ at a distance they saw that beautiful creature herself coming toward them.
"How excellently well everything happens!" said the dwarf. "Put me down, 242 and I will go. Your + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 242" id="Page_242">242 and I will go. Your business with the Dryad is more important than mine; and you need not say anything about my having suggested your plan to you. I am willing that you should have all the credit of it yourself."
@@ -3783,7 +3774,7 @@ not believe a word of it. He felt better than he used to feel, but that was very common. She had sometimes felt that way herself, and she forbade him ever to mention a Dryad to her again. -That afternoon, Old Pipes, feeling That afternoon, Old Pipes, feeling 243 very sad that his plan in regard to his mother had failed, sat down upon the rock and played upon his pipes. The pleasant sounds went down the valley and up the hills and mountain, but, to the great @@ -3832,7 +3823,7 @@ exhausted, and soon fell asleep.
The Dryad, who had often come to the cottage to see if she could find an opportunity of carrying out Old Pipes's affectionate design, now happened - by; 244 and seeing + by; 244 and seeing that the much-desired occasion had come, she stepped up quietly behind the old woman and gently kissed her on each cheek, and then as quietly disappeared.
@@ -3882,7 +3873,7 @@Upon hearing these words the dwarf skipped quickly out, and the Dryad entered the tree and pulled the door shut after her. "Now, then," she said to herself, "he can break off the key if he likes. It does not matter to me. 245 Another will grow + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 245" id="Page_245">245 Another will grow out next spring. And although the good piper made me no promise, I know that when the warm days arrive next year, he will come and let me out again."
The Echo-dwarf did not stop to break the key of the tree. He was too happy to @@ -3941,7 +3932,7 @@ They all descended on the other side of the mountains, and wound away through broad plains and by populous cities. But the clouds were drawn so constantly to the snowy hills, and rested so softly 246 in the circular + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 246" id="Page_246">246 in the circular hollow, that in time of drought and heat, when all the country round was burnt up, there was still rain in the little valley; and its crops were so heavy, and its hay so high, and its apples so red, and its grapes so @@ -3992,8 +3983,7 @@ at the farm, and went away pouring maledictions on the Black Brothers. They asked what they liked, and got it, except from the poor people, who could only beg, and several of whom were starved at their very door, - without the slightest regard or notice. 247
+ without the slightest regard or notice. 247It was drawing towards winter, and very cold weather, when one day the two elder brothers had gone out, with their usual warning to little Gluck, who was left to mind the roast, that he was to let nobody in, and @@ -4046,7 +4036,7 @@
"Can't what?" said the old gentleman.
"I can't let you in, sir,—I can't indeed; my brothers would beat me to death, sir, if I thought of such a thing. What do you want, sir?" 248
+ role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 248" id="Page_248">248"Want?" said the old gentleman, petulantly. "I want fire, and shelter; and there's your great fire there blazing, crackling, and dancing on the walls, with nobody to feel it. Let me in, I say; I only want to warm @@ -4103,7 +4093,7 @@
Then Gluck warmed a plate, and sharpened a knife. "I don't care if I do get beaten for it," thought he. Just as he had cut a large slice out of the mutton, there came a tremendous rap at the door. The old gentleman - jumped 249 off + jumped 249 off the hob, as if it had suddenly become inconveniently warm. Gluck fitted the slice into the mutton again, with desperate efforts at exactitude, and ran to open the door.
@@ -4159,7 +4149,7 @@ about him, clapped his cap on his head, very much on one side (for it could not stand upright without going through the ceiling), gave an additional twist to his corkscrew mustaches, and replied with perfect - coolness: "Gentlemen, I wish you 250 a very good morning. At twelve o'clock to-night I'll call again; after such a refusal of hospitality as I have just experienced, you will not be surprised if that visit is the last I ever @@ -4213,7 +4203,7 @@ crept shivering and horror-struck into the kitchen. The water had gutted the whole first floor; corn, money, almost every movable thing had been swept away, and there was left only a small white card on the kitchen - table. On it, in large, breezy 251 long-legged letters, were engraved the words:—When they were gone, Gluck took a farewell look at his old friend in the melting-pot. The flowing hair was all gone; nothing remained but the red - nose, 252 and the + nose, 252 and the sparkling eyes, which looked more malicious than ever. "And no wonder," thought Gluck, "after being treated in that way." He sauntered disconsolately to the window, and sat himself down to catch the fresh @@ -4318,7 +4308,7 @@ mug, a thousand times redder and sharper than ever he had seen them in his life.
"Come, Gluck, my boy," said the voice out of the pot again, "I'm all - right; pour me out." 253
But Gluck was too much astonished to do anything of the kind.
"Pour me out, I say," said the voice rather gruffly.
@@ -4371,7 +4361,7 @@ evaporate. After which, he again walked up to Gluck and stood still, as if expecting some comment on his communication.Gluck determined to say something at all events. "I hope your Majesty is - very well," said Gluck. 254
"Listen!" said the little man, deigning no reply to this polite inquiry. "I am the King of what you mortals call the Golden River. The shape you @@ -4424,7 +4414,7 @@
Next morning he got up before the sun rose, put the holy water into a strong flask, and two bottles of wine and some meat in a basket, slung them over his back, took his alpine staff in his hand, and set off for - the mountains.
On his way out of the town he had to pass the prison, and as he looked in at the windows, whom should he see but Schwartz himself peeping out of @@ -4476,8 +4466,7 @@ his ears grew dull and his head giddy with the constant gush and roar of the concealed waters. These painful circumstances increased upon him as he advanced; the ice crashed and yawned into fresh chasms at his feet, - tottering spires nodded around him, and 256 fell thundering across his path; and + tottering spires nodded around him, and 256 fell thundering across his path; and though he had repeatedly faced these dangers on the most terrific glaciers, and in the wildest weather, it was with a new and oppressive feeling of panic terror that he leaped the last chasm, and flung @@ -4530,7 +4519,7 @@
"I have none," replied Hans; "thou hast had thy share of life." He strode over the prostrate body, and darted on. And a flash of blue lightning rose out of the East, shaped like a sword; it shook 257 thrice over the + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 257" id="Page_257">257
thrice over the whole heaven, and left it dark with one heavy, impenetrable shade. The sun was setting; it plunged toward the horizon like a red-hot ball.The roar of the Golden River rose on Hans's ear. He stood at the brink of @@ -4581,7 +4570,7 @@ passed on. And as he went he thought the sunbeams grew more dim, and he saw a low bank of black cloud rising out of the West; and, when he had climbed for another hour the thirst overcame him again, and he would - have drunk. 258 Then + have drunk. 258 Then he saw the old man lying before him on the path, and heard him cry out for water. "Water, indeed," said Schwartz, "I haven't enough for myself," and on he went.
@@ -4633,7 +4622,7 @@ practised on the mountains. He had several bad falls, lost his basket and bread, and was very much frightened at the strange noises under the ice. He lay a long time to rest on the grass, after he had got over, 259 and began to + role="doc-pagebreak" aria-label="page 259" id="Page_259">259 and began to climb the hill just in the hottest part of the day. When he had climbed for an hour, he got dreadfully thirsty, and was going to drink like his brothers, when he saw an old man coming down the path above him, looking @@ -4684,7 +4673,7 @@ reply to his last observation. "Why didn't you come before," continued the dwarf, "instead of sending me those rascally brothers of yours, for me to have the trouble of turning into stones? Very hard stones they - make, too.""Oh, dear me!" said Gluck, "have you really been so cruel?"
"Cruel!" said the dwarf: "they poured unholy water into my stream; do you