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FAIRY RING
KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH
_The Fairy Ring_
THE CHILDREN'S CRIMSON CLASSICS
EDITED BY KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN AND NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH
GOLDEN NUMBERS A Book of Verse for Youth
THE POSY RING A Book of Verse for Children
PINAFORE PALACE A Book of Rhymes for Children
_Library of Fairy Literature_
THE FAIRY RING
MAGIC CASEMENTS A Second Fairy Book
TALES OF LAUGHTER A Third Fairy Book
TALES OF WONDER A Fourth Fairy Book
THE TALKING BEASTS Fables from Every Land
_OTHER VOLUMES TO FOLLOW_
CRIMSON CLASSICS
THE FAIRY RING
EDITED BY KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN and NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH
ILLUSTRATED BY ELIZABETH MACKINSTRY
DOUBLEDAY, DORAN & COMPANY, INC. GARDEN CITY 1934 NEW YORK
_Copyright, 1906, by_ MCCLURE, PHILLIPS & CO.
COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.
_Messrs. McClure, Phillips & Company wish to make acknowledgment of their indebtedness to the following publishers:_
_Little, Brown & Company, for permission to use "Blanche and Vermilion" and "Prince Desire and Princess Mignonette" from Old-Fashioned Fairy Tales;_
_A. Wessells Company, for permission to use the story of "The Clever Prince" from Fairy Tales from Afar;_
_American Book Company, for permission to use "Drakesbill and His Friends" from Fairy Tales and Fables;_
_University Publishing Company, for permission to use "The Troll's Hammer" from Fairy Life;_
_Harper & Brothers, for permission to use "The Fair One with Golden Locks," "The White Cat," "Prince Cherry," and "The Frog Prince" from Miss Mulock's Fairy Book, and "Yvon and Finette," "The Twelve Months," and "The Story of Coquerico" from Laboulaye's Fairy Tales of all Nations;_
_G. P. Putnam's Sons, for permission to use "History of Tom Thumb" and "Tattercoats" from Joseph Jacobs's English Fairy Tales; "Munachar and Manachar" from Joseph Jacobs's Celtic Fairy Tales; and "Master Tobacco," "Mother Roundabout's Daughter," and "The Sheep and the Pig" from Dasent's Tales from the Field;_
_F. A. Stokes Company, for permission to use "Lars, My Lad," and "Twigmuntus and Cowbelliantus" from Fairy Tales from the Swedish;_
_Longmans, Green & Company, for permission to use the following stories: "The Yellow Dwarf," "The Many-Furred Creature," "Spindle, Shuttle, and Needle," "Princess and the Glass Hill," "The Golden Crab," "The Magic Ring," "Snow-white and Rose-red," "Graciosa and Percinet," "The Iron Stove," "The Good Little Mouse," and "The Three Feathers" from the Andrew Lang Fairy Books._
_We also wish to express our thanks to Mr. Seumas MacManus, for permission to use "The Bee, the Harp, and the Bum-Clock," "The Long Leather Bag," and "The Widow's Daughter" from his books, Donegal Fairy Tales and In Chimney Corners, published by us._
_CONTENTS_
SCANDINAVIAN PAGE EAST O' THE SUN AND WEST O' THE MOON 3 THE GOLDEN LANTERN, GOLDEN GOAT, AND GOLDEN CLOAK 13 MOTHER ROUNDABOUT'S DAUGHTER 21 THE BEAR AND SKRATTEL 28 THE GOLDEN BIRD 37 THE DOLL IN THE GRASS 45 THE PRINCESS ON THE GLASS HILL 47 THE RAM AND THE PIG WHO WENT INTO THE WOODS TO LIVE BY THEMSELVES 56 THE TROLL'S HAMMER 60 THE CLEVER PRINCE 65 "LARS, MY LAD!" 70 TWIGMUNTUS, COWBELLIANTUS, PERCHNOSIUS 85
ENGLISH MASTER TOBACCO 89 THE HISTORY OF TOM THUMB 95 TATTERCOATS 101 HISTORY OF JACK THE GIANT-KILLER 104
FRENCH YVON AND FINETTE 109 THE FAIR ONE WITH GOLDEN LOCKS 138 THE LITTLE GOOD MOUSE 148 THE STORY OF BLANCHE AND VERMILION 161 PRINCE DESIRE AND PRINCESS MIGNONETTA 165 THE YELLOW DWARF 171 GRACIOSA AND PERCINET 179 DRAK, THE FAIRY 197 DRAKESBILL AND HIS FRIENDS 202 RIQUET WITH THE TUFT 209 THE WHITE CAT 216 PRINCE CHERRY 229 THE TWELVE MONTHS 264
SPANISH THE STORY OF COQUERICO 254 THE BIRD-CAGE MAKER 259
GAELIC THE BEE, THE HARP, THE MOUSE, AND THE BUM-CLOCK 271 THE LONG LEATHER BAG 279 THE WIDOW'S DAUGHTER 288 MUNACHAR AND MANACHAR 292
GERMAN THE WILD SWANS 238 THE ROAD TO FORTUNE 295 THE GOLDEN CRAB 301 THE TABLE, THE ASS, AND THE STICK 307 THE LITTLE BROTHER AND SISTER 318 THE OLD GRIFFIN 324 THE THREE FEATHERS 330 THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD 334 RAPUNZEL 339 THE QUEEN BEE 343 THE MANY-FURRED CREATURE 345 SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-RED 350 THE FROG PRINCE 357 THE GOOSE GIRL 361 BRIAR ROSE 367 THE IRON STOVE 370 RUMPEL-STILTS-KEN 376 FAITHFUL JOHN, THE KING'S SERVANT 379 SPINDLE, SHUTTLE, AND NEEDLE 386
RUSSIAN THE MAGIC EGG 390 THE SPARROW AND THE BUSH 402 THE IRON WOLF 404
EAST INDIAN THE GRATEFUL COBRA 408 THE MAGIC RING 413 TIT FOR TAT 426 THE BRAHMAN, THE TIGER, AND THE SIX JUDGES 427 MUCHIE LAL 431 THE VALIANT CHATTEEMAKER 439
_ILLUSTRATIONS_
LITTLE BROTHER AND SISTER _Frontispiece_ FACING PAGE THE LASSIE RIDING OVER THE SEA ON THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND 10 THE TROLL'S HUT, THE LANTERN, AND THE GOAT WITH THE GOLDEN HORNS 14 "SHE SAID SHE WOULD SIT AND DRIVE IN A SILVER SPOON" 46 JUST AS CINDERLAD TURNED HIS HORSE AROUND, THE PRINCESS THREW THE GOLDEN APPLE 52 "AND WHEN HE SET HER DOWN HE GAVE HER A KISS" 90 TATTERCOATS FORGOT ALL HER TROUBLES AND FELL TO DANCING 102 "THE GIANT AND THE CONJURER NOW KNEW THAT THEIR WICKED COURSE WAS AT AN END" 108 "HE FLUNG HUGE MASSES OF ROCK AFTER THE VESSEL" 122 "SHE WORE THEM ALWAYS...LOOSE AND FLOWING" 138 "I FEEL AS IF I WERE THE DAUGHTER OF SOME GREAT KING" 158 "HE WAS A WEEK TRYING TO TREAD ON THIS FATAL TAIL" 166 THE MERMAID TAKING THE KING OF THE GOLDEN MINES TO THE STEEL CASTLE 178 "MICHEAL, PETRIFIED, STOOD MUTE, . . . CONTEMPLATING WITH A FRIGHTENED AIR THIS INCONGRUOUS DANCE" 200 "ELIZA WENT, AND THE KING AND THE ARCHBISHOP FOLLOWED HER" 252 "MARCH ROSE IN TURN, AND STIRRED THE FIRE WITH THE STAFF, WHEN BEHOLD! . . . IT WAS SPRING" 266 "AN UGLY OLD WOMAN WITH THE MOST MONSTROUS NOSE EVER BEHELD" 292 "IN THIS WAY THE FISHERMAN CARRIED HIM TO THE CASTLE" 304 "IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, WHEN GRIFFIN WAS SNORING AWAY LUSTILY, JACK REACHED UP AND PULLED A FEATHER OUT OF HIS TAIL" 328 "THEN DUMMLING'S LOVELY MAIDEN SPRANG LIGHTLY AND GRACEFULLY THROUGH THE RING" 332 ""WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE GAPING FOR?" SCREAMED THE DWARF" 356 "FALADA, FALADA, THERE THOU HANGEST!" 364 "AT LAST HE REACHED THE TOWER . . . WHERE BRIER ROSE WAS ASLEEP" 370 "JUST AS IT HAD COME TO THE END OF THE GOLDEN THREAD IT REACHED THE KING'S SON" 388 "THE RANEE SAID, 'THIS IS A DEAR LITTLE GIRL'" 434
Throned on a grassy knoll, I watch The elfin host come trooping by, And hear the whir of fairy wings, The goblin voices, shrill and high. Behind them glides a magic train Of Kings and Princes, armor-clad, And serving as their squires bold Boots, Ashiepattle, Cinderlad. With silken rustle, flash of gem, Queen and Czaritsa sweep along, While red-capped Troll and rainbow Sprite Peep out amid the enchanted throng.
_Ting-ling, ting-ling, how sweet the ring, Like golden bells, of fairy laughter; Rap-tap, rap-tap, how sharp the clap Of fairy footfalls following after!_
Where witch-grass grows and fern-seed lies, A Fairy Ring is dimly seen; And there a glitt'ring host is met To dance upon the moonlit green. Riquet, the Tufted, lightly turns The Fair One with the Golden Hair; And Prince Desire and Mignonette Form yet another graceful pair. Tall as a tower stands Galifron; The Desert Fay, with snakes bedight, First pirouettes with him and then With wee Tom Thumb, King Arthur's Knight.
_Ting-ling, ting-ling, how sweet the ring, Like golden bells, of fairy laughter; Rap-tap, rap-tap, how sharp the clap Of fairy footfalls following after!_
Sweet, unseen harpers harp and sing, Faint elfin horns the air repeat; Rapunzel shakes her shining braids, The White Cat trips with velvet feet. Rose-red, Snow-white, the faithful Bear, Cross hands with gallant Percinet; While Tattercoats, in turn, salutes Yvon, the Fearless, and Finette. --But hark! the cock begins to crow; The darkness turns to day, and, look! The fairy dancers whirl within The crimson covers of this book! NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH
_INTRODUCTION_
_"THERE was once upon a time a king who had a garden; in that garden was an apple tree, and on that apple tree grew a golden apple every year."_
_These stories are the golden apples that grew on the tree in the king's garden; grew and grew and grew as the golden years went by; and being apples of gold they could never wither nor shrink nor change, so that they are as beautiful and precious for you to pluck to-day as when first they ripened long, long ago._
_Perhaps you do not care for the sort of golden apples that grew in the king's garden; perhaps you prefer plain russets or green pippins? Well, these are not to be despised, for they also are wholesome food for growing boys and girls; but unless you can taste the flavor and feel the magic that lies in the golden apples of the king's garden you will lose one of the joys of youth._
_No one can help respecting apples (or stories) that gleam as brightly to-day as they did hundreds and thousands of years ago, when first the tiny blossoms ripened into precious fruit._
_"Should you ask me whence these stories, Whence these legends and traditions With the odors of the forest, With the dew and damp of meadows?"--_
_I can say only that the people were telling fairy tales in Egypt, in Joseph's time, more than three thousand years ago; and that grand old Homer told them in the famous "Odyssey," with its witches and giants, its cap of darkness, and shoes of swiftness. Old nurses and village crones have repeated them by the fireside and in the chimney corner; shepherds and cowherds have recounted them by the brookside, until the children of the world have all learned them by heart, bequeathing them, generation after generation, as a priceless legacy to their own children. Nor must you fancy that they have been told in your own tongue only. Long, long before the art of printing was known, men and women of all nations recited these and similar tales to one another, never thinking that the day would come when they would be regarded as the peculiar property of youth and childhood. There is not a country in Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, or the islands of the sea where fairy stories of one sort or another have not been current since the dawn of speech; and to make this Fairy Ring of sixty-odd tales the editors have read and sifted as many hundreds. You will miss Cinderella, Red Riding Hood, Jack and the Beanstalk, Toads and Diamonds, Puss in Boots, Bluebeard, Beauty and the Beast, and other favorites, but these have been omitted because they can be easily found in half a dozen volumes already on your shelves, and we preferred to give you in their stead stories less well known and hackneyed._
_The so-called Household Tales, such as Drakesbill, The Little Good Mouse, and The Grateful Cobra go back to the times when men thought of animals as their friends and brothers, and in the fireside stories of that period the central figures were often wise and powerful beasts, beasts that had language, assumed human form, and protected as well as served mankind. Frogs, fishes, birds, wolves, cobras, cats, one and all win our sympathy, admiration, and respect as we read of their deeds of prowess, their sagacious counsel, their superhuman power of overcoming obstacles and rescuing from danger or death the golden-haired princess, the unhappy queen mother, or the intrepid but unfortunate prince._
_The giants and ogres and witches in the fairy stories need not greatly affright even the youngest readers. For the most part they overreach themselves in ill-doing and are quite at the mercy (as they properly should be) of the brave and virtuous knight or the clever little princess._
_If you chance to be an elder brother or sister it may surprise and distress you to find that all the grace, courage, wit, and beauty, as well as most of the good fortune, are vested in the youngest member of the household. The fairy-tale family has customs of its own when it comes to the distribution of vices and virtues, and the elder sons and daughters are likely to be haughty, selfish, and cruel, while the younger ones are as enchantingly beautiful as they are marvelously amiable. The malevolent stepmother still further complicates the domestic situation, and she is so wicked and malicious that if it were not for the dear and delightful one in your own household, or the equally lovable one next door, you might think stepmothers worse than ogres or witches. I cannot account for this prejudice, except that perhaps the ideal of mother love and mother goodness has always been so high in the world that the slightest deviation from it has been held up to scorn. As for the superhuman youngest son and daughter, perhaps they are used only to show us that the least and humblest things and persons are capable of becoming the mightiest and most powerful._
_Wiseacres (and people who have no love for golden apples) say that in many of these tales "The greater the rogue the better his fortune"; but the Grimm brothers, most famous and most faithful of fairy-tale collectors, reply that the right user of these narratives "will find no evil therein, but, as an old proverb has it, merely a witness of his own heart. Children point at the stars without fear, while others, as the popular superstition goes, thereby offend the angels."_
_The moment you have plucked a golden apple from the magic tree in the king's garden (which phrase, being interpreted, means whenever you begin one of the tales in this book) you will say farewell to time and space as readily as if you had put on a wishing cap, or a pair of seven league boots, or had blown an elfin pipe to call the fairy host. It matters not when anything happened. It is "Once upon a time," or "A long time ago." As to just where, that is quite as uncertain and unimportant, for we all feel familiar with the fairy-tale landscape, which has delightful features all its own, and easily recognizable. The house is always in the heart of a deep, deep wood like the one "amidst the forest darkly green" where Snowwhite lived with the dwarfs. You know the Well at the World's End whence arose the Frog Prince; the Glass Mountain that Cinderlad climbed, first in his copper, then in his silver, then in his golden armor; the enchanted castle where the White Cat dwelt; the sea over which Faithful John sailed with the Princess of the Golden Roof._
_In the story of The Spindle, the Shuttle, and the Needle, the prince has just galloped past the cottage in the wood where the maiden is turning her wheel, when the spindle leaps out of her hand to follow him on his way--leaps and dances and pursues him along the woodland path, the golden thread dragging behind. Then the prince turns (fairy princes always turn at the right time), sees the magic spindle, and, led by the shimmering thread, finds his way back to the lovely princess, the sweetest, loveliest, thriftiest, most bewitching little princess in the whole world, and a princess he might never have found had it not been for the kind offices of the spindle, shuttle, and needle._
_This book is the magic spindle; the stories that were golden apples have melted into a golden thread, a train of bright images that will lead you into a radiant country where no one ever grows old; where, when the prince finds and loves the princess, he marries her and they are happy ever after; where the obstacles of life melt under the touch of comprehending kindness; where menacing clouds of misfortune are blown away by gay good will; and where wicked little trolls are invariably defeated by wise simpletons._
_We feel that we can do anything when we journey in this enchanting country. Come, then, let us mount and be off; we can ride fast and far, for imagination is the gayest and fleetest of steeds. Let us climb the gilded linden tree and capture the Golden Bird. Let us plunge into the heart of the Briar Wood where the Rose o' the World lies sleeping. Let us break the spell that holds all her court in drowsy slumber, and then, coming out into the sunshine, mount and ride again into the forest. As we pass the Fairy Tree on the edge of the glade we will pluck a Merry Leaf, for this, when tucked away in belt or pouch, will give us a glad heart and a laughing eye all the day long. We shall meet ogres, no doubt, and the more the merrier, for, like Finette, we have but to cry "Abracadabra!" to defeat not ogres only, but wicked bailiffs, stewards, seneschals, witch hags, and even the impossibly vicious stepmother! Cormoran and Blunderbore will quail before us, for our magic weapons, like those of Cornish Jack, will be all-powerful. Then, flushed with triumph we will mount the back of the North Wind and search for the castle that lies East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon. Daylight will fade, the stars come out, the fire burn low on the hearth, playmates' voices sound unheeded. We shall still sit in the corner of the window seat with the red-covered volume on our knees; for hours ago the magic spindle wrought its spell, and we have been following the golden thread that leads from this work-a-day world into fairyland._
_KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN_
_East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon_
ONCE on a time there was a poor husbandman who had so many children that he hadn't much of either food or clothing to give them. Pretty children they all were, but the prettiest was the youngest daughter, who was so lovely that there was no end to all her loveliness.
So one day--'twas on a Thursday evening, late at the fall of the year, the weather was so wild and rough outside, and it was so cruelly dark, and rain fell and wind blew till the walls of the cottage shook again--there they all sat round the fire, busy with this thing and that. But just then, all at once, something gave three taps on the windowpane. Then the father went out to see what was the matter, and when he got out of doors, what should he see but a great big white bear!
"Good evening to you," said the White Bear.
"The same to you," said the man.
"Will you give me your youngest daughter? If you will, I'll make you as rich as you are now poor," said the Bear.
Well, the man would not be at all sorry to be rich, but still he thought he must have a bit of a talk with his daughter first, so he went in and told them how there was a great white bear waiting outside, who had given his word to make them rich if he could only have the youngest daughter.
The lassie said "No" outright. Nothing could get her to say anything else. So the man went out and settled it with the White Bear that he should come again the next Thursday evening and get an answer.
Meantime, he talked his daughter over, and kept on telling her of all the riches they would get, and how well off she would be herself; and so at last she thought better of it, and washed and mended her rags, made herself as smart as she could, and was ready to start.
Next Thursday evening came the White Bear to fetch her, and she got upon his back with her bundle, and off they went.
So, when they had gone a bit of the way, the White Bear said:
"Are you afraid?"
No, she wasn't.
"Well, mind and hold tight to my shaggy coat, and then there's nothing to fear," said the White Bear.
So she rode a long, long way, until they came to a very steep hill. There, on the face of it, the White Bear gave a knock, and a door opened, and they came into a castle where there were many rooms, all lit up, rooms gleaming with silver and gold, and there, too, was a table ready laid, and it was all as grand as grand could be.
Then the White Bear gave her a silver bell, and when she wanted anything she had only to ring it and she would get it at once.
Well, after she had eaten and drunk, and evening wore on, she got sleepy after her journey, and thought she would like to go to bed. So she rang the bell, and she had scarce taken hold of it before she came into a chamber where there was a bed made, as fair and white as anyone could wish to sleep in, with silken pillows and curtains and gold fringe.
She slept quite soundly until morning; then she found her breakfast waiting in a pretty room. When she had eaten it, the girl made up her mind to take a walk around, in order to find out if there were any other people there besides herself.
But she saw nobody but an old woman, whom she took to be a witch, and as the dame beckoned to her, the girl went at once.
"Little girl," said the Witch, "if you'll promise not to say a word to anybody, I'll tell you the secret about this place."