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Old Man Made Young Again
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Shepherd Boy
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Brides on ir Trial
Odds and Ends
Sparrow
Tale of Cockaigne
Ditmarsh Tale of Wonders
A Riddling Tale
Snow-White and Rose-Red
Wise Servant
Glass Coffin
Lazy Harry
Griffin
Strong Hans
Peasant in Heaven
Lean Lisa
Hut in Forest
Sharing Joy and Sorrow
Willow-Wren
Sole
Bittern and Hoopoe
Owl
Moon
Duration of Life
Death's Messengers
Master Pfriem
Goose-Girl at Well
Eve's Various Children
Nixie of Mill-Pond
Little Folks' Presents
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THERE was once an enchanter who was standing in the midst of
a great crowd of people performing his wonders. He had a cock
brought in, which lifted a heavy beam and carried it as if it were
as light as a feather. But a girl was present who had just found a
bit of four-leaved clover, and had thus become so wise that no
deception could stand out against her, and she saw that the beam
was nothing but a straw. So she cried, "You people, do you not
see that it is a straw that the cock is carrying, and no beam?"
Immediately the enchantment vanished, and the people saw what
it was, and drove the magician away in shame and disgrace. He,
however, full of inward anger, said, "I will soon revenge myself?"
After some time the girl's wedding-day came, and she was decked
out, and went in a great procession over the fields to the place where
the church was. All at once she came to a stream which was very
much swollen, and there was no bridge and no plank to cross it. Then
the bride nimbly took her clothes up, and wanted to wade through it.
And just as she was thus standing in the water, a man, and it was the
enchanter, cried mockingly close beside her, "Aha! Where are thine eyes
that thou takest that for water?" Then her eyes were opened, and she
saw that she was standing with her clothes lifted up in the middle of a
field that was blue with the flowers of blue flax. Then all the people
saw it likewise, and chased her away with ridicule and laughter.
Margaret Hunt (London, 1884) |
