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There were once three brothers who had fallen deeper and deeper into
poverty, and at last their need was so great that they had to endure
hunger, and had nothing to eat or drink. Then said they, "We cannot go
on thus, we had better go into the world and seek our fortune."
They therefore set out, and had already walked over many a long road
and many a blade of grass, but had not yet met with good luck. One
day they arrived in a great forest, and in the midst of it was a
hill, and when they came nearer they saw that the hill was all
silver. Then spoke the eldest, "Now I have found the good luck I
wished for, and I desire nothing more." He took as much of the silver
as he could possibly carry, and then turned back and went home again. But the two others said,
"We want something more from good luck than
mere silver," and did not touch it, but went onwards. After they had
walked for two days longer without stopping, they came to a hill
which was all gold. The second brother stopped, took thought with
himself, and was undecided. "What shall I do?" said he; "shall I take
for myself so much of this gold, that I have sufficient for all the
rest of my life, or shall I go farther?" At length he made a
decision, and putting as much into his pockets as would go in, said
farewell to his brother, and went home. But the third said, "Silver and gold do not move me, I
will not
renounce my chance of fortune, perhaps something better still will be
given me." He journeyed onwards, and when he had walked for three
days, he got into a forest which was still larger than the one before,
and never would come to an end, and as he found nothing to eat or to
drink, he was all but exhausted. Then he climbed up a high tree to
find out if up there he could see the end of the forest, but so far
as his eye could pierce he saw nothing but the tops of trees. Then
he began to descend the tree again, but hunger tormented him, and he
thought to himself, "If I could but eat my fill once more!" When he got down he saw with
astonishment a table beneath the tree
richly spread with food, the steam of which rose up to meet him.
"This time," said he, "my wish has been fulfilled at the right moment."
And without inquiring who had brought the food, or who had cooked it,
he approached the table, and ate with enjoyment until he had appeased
his hunger. When he was done, he thought, "It would after all be a
pity if the pretty little table-cloth were to be spoilt in the forest
here," and folded it up tidily and put it in his pocket. Then he went
onwards, and in the evening, when hunger once more made itself felt, he wanted to make a trial
of his little cloth, and spread it out and
said, "I wish thee to be covered with good cheer again," and scarcely
had the wish crossed his lips than as many dishes with the most
exquisite food on them stood on the table as there was room for. "Now
I perceive," said he, "in what kitchen my cooking is done. Thou shalt
be dearer to me than the mountains of silver and gold." For he saw
plainly that it was a wishing-cloth. The cloth, however, was still
not enough to enable him to sit down quietly at home; he preferred to
wander about the world and pursue his fortune farther.
One night he met, in a lonely wood, a dusty, black charcoal-burner,
who was burning charcoal there, and had some potatoes by the fire, on
which he was going to make a meal. "Good evening, blackbird!" said the
youth. "How dost thou get on in thy solitude?"
"One day is like another," replied the charcoal-burner, "and every night
potatoes! Hast thou a mind to have some, and wilt thou be my guest?"
"Many thanks," replied the traveler, "I won't rob thee of thy supper;
thou didst not reckon on a visitor, but if thou wilt put up with what I
have, thou shalt have an invitation."
"Who is to prepare it for thee?" said the charcoal-burner. "I see that thou hast nothing with thee,
and
there is no one within a two hours' walk who could give thee anything."
"And yet there shall be a meal," answered the youth, "and better than
any thou hast ever tasted." Thereupon he brought his cloth out of his
knapsack, spread it on the ground, and said, "Little cloth, cover
thyself," and instantly boiled meat and baked meat stood there, and
as hot as if it had just come out of the kitchen. The charcoal-burner stared, but did not require
much pressing; he fell to, and thrust larger and larger mouthfuls
into his black mouth. When they had eaten everything, the
charcoal-burner smiled contentedly, and said, "Hark thee, thy table-cloth has my approval; it
would be a fine thing for me in this
forest, where no one ever cooks me anything good. I will propose an
exchange to thee; there in the corner hangs a soldier's knapsack,
which is certainly old and shabby, but in it lie concealed wonderful
powers; but, as I no longer use it, I will give it to thee for the
table-cloth."
"I must first know what these wonderful powers are," answered the
youth.
"That will I tell thee," replied the charcoal-burner; "every time thou tappest
it with thy hand, a corporal comes with six men armed from head to
foot, and they do whatsoever thou commandest them." "So far as I am
concerned," said the youth, "if nothing else can be done, we will
exchange," and he gave the charcoal-burner the cloth, took the
knapsack from the hook, put it on, and bade farewell. When he had
walked a while, he wished to make a trial of the magical powers of
his knapsack and tapped it. Immediately the seven warriors stepped
up to him, and the corporal said, "What does my lord and ruler wish
for?"
"March with all speed to the charcoal-burner, and demand my
wishing-cloth back." They faced to the left, and it was not long
before they brought what he required, and had taken it from the
charcoal-burner without asking many questions. The young man bade
them retire, went onwards, and hoped fortune would shine yet more
brightly on him. By sunset he came to another charcoal-burner, who
was making his supper ready by the fire. "If thou wilt eat some
potatoes with salt, but with no dripping, come and sit down with me,"
said the sooty fellow.
"No, he replied, this time thou shalt be my guest," and he spread out
his cloth, which was instantly covered with the most beautiful
dishes. They ate and drank together, and enjoyed themselves
heartily. After the meal was over, the charcoal-burner said, "Up
there on that shelf lies a little old worn-out hat which has strange
properties: when any one puts it on, and turns it round on his
head, the cannons go off as if twelve were fired all together, and
they shoot down everything so that no one can withstand them. The hat
is of no use to me, and I will willingly give it for thy table-cloth."
"That suits me very well," he answered, took the hat, put it on, and
left his table-cloth behind him. Hardly, however, had he walked away than
he tapped on his knapsack, and his soldiers had to fetch the cloth
back again. "One thing comes on the top of another," thought he, "and I
feel as if my luck had not yet come to an end." Neither had his
thoughts deceived him. After he had walked on for the whole of one
day, he came to a third charcoal-burner, who like the previous ones,
invited him to potatoes without dripping. But he let him also dine
with him from his wishing-cloth, and the charcoal-burner liked it so
well, that at last he offered him a horn for it, which had very
different properties from those of the hat. When any one blew
it all the walls and fortifications fell down, and all towns and
villages became ruins. He certainly gave the
charcoal-burner the cloth for it, but he afterwards sent his soldiers to
demand it back again, so that at length he had the knapsack, hat and
horn, all three. "Now," said he, "I am a made man, and it is time for
me to go home and see how my brothers are getting on."
When he reached home, his brothers had built themselves a handsome
house with their silver and gold, and were living in clover. He went
to see them, but as he came in a ragged coat, with his shabby hat on
his head, and his old knapsack on his back, they would not
acknowledge him as their brother. They mocked and said, "Thou givest out
that thou art our brother who despised silver and gold, and craved for
something still better for himself. He will come in his
carriage in full splendour like a mighty king, not like a beggar," and
they drove him out of doors. Then he fell into a rage, and tapped
his knapsack until a hundred and fifty men stood before him armed
from head to foot. He commanded them to surround his brothers'
house, and two of them were to take hazel-sticks with them, and beat
the two insolent men until they knew who he was. A violent disturbance arose, people ran
together, and wanted to
lend the two some help in their need, but against the soldiers they
could do nothing. News of this at length came to the King, who was
very angry, and ordered a captain to march out with his troop, and
drive this disturber of the peace out of the town; but the man with the
knapsack soon got a greater body of men together, who repulsed the
captain and his men, so that they were forced to retire with bloody
noses. The King said, "This vagabond is not brought to order yet," and
next day sent a still larger troop against him, but they could do
even less. The youth set still more men against them, and in order
to be done the sooner, he turned his hat twice round on his head, and
heavy guns began to play, and the king's men were beaten and put to
flight. "And now," said he, "I will not make peace until the King gives me his
daughter to wife, and I govern the whole kingdom in his name." He
caused this to be announced to the King, and the latter said to his
daughter, "Necessity is a hard nut to crack, what remains to me but to do what he desires? If I
want peace and to keep the crown
on my head, I must give thee away."
So the wedding was celebrated, but the King's daughter was vexed that
her husband should be a common man, who wore a shabby hat, and put on
an old knapsack. She wished much to get rid of him, and night and day
studied how she could accomplished this. Then she thought to
herself, "Is it possible that his wonderful powers lie in the
knapsack?" and she dissembled and caressed him, and when his
heart was softened, she said, "If thou wouldst but lay aside that ugly
knapsack, it makes disfigures thee so, that I can't help being ashamed
of thee." "Dear child," said he, "this knapsack is my greatest treasure;
as long as I have it, there is no power on earth that I am afraid of." And he revealed to her the
wonderful virtue with which it was
endowed. Then she threw herself in his arms as if she were going to kiss him,
but dexterously took the knapsack off his shoulders, and ran away with
it. As soon as she was alone she tapped it, and commanded the
warriors to seize their former master, and take him out of the royal
palace. They obeyed, and the false wife sent still more men after
him, who were to drive him quite out of the country. Then he would
have been ruined if he had not had the little hat. But his hands were scarcely at liberty before he
turned it twice. Immediately the cannon
began to thunder, and struck down everything, and the King's daughter
herself was forced to come and beg for mercy. As she entreated in
such moving terms, and promised amendment, he allowed
himself to be persuaded and granted her peace. She behaved in a friendly manner to him, and
acted as if she loved
him very much, and after some time managed so to befool him, that he
confided to her that even if someone got the knapsack into his power,
he could do nothing against him so long as the old hat was still his.
When she knew the secret, she waited until he was asleep, and then
she took the hat away from him, and had it thrown out into the
street. But the horn still remained to him, and in great anger he
blew it with all his strength. Instantly all walls, fortifications, towns, and villages, toppled
down, and crushed the King and his daughter to death. And had he not
put down the horn and had blown just a little longer, everything
would have been in ruins, and not one stone would have been left
standing on another. Then no one opposed him any longer, and he made
himself King of the whole country.
Margaret Hunt (London, 1884) |
