The Complete Fairy Books - Andrew Lang

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the herd, and said to the widow woman:

      ‘Bring me the child to-morrow, and again the following day; after that I must wander with the herd far away to other lands.’

      The following morning the widow woman went back to the castle to fetch the child. The witch interfered, of course, but the Prince said:

      ‘Take it, and carry it about in the open air; the boy is quieter at night, to be sure, when he has been in the wood all day.’

      So the widow took the child in her arms, and carried it to the marsh in the forest. There she sang as on the preceding day—

      ‘Little Bright-eyes, little Redskin,

       Come nurse the child you bore!

       That bloodthirsty monster,

       That man-eater grim,

       Shall nurse him, shall tend him no more.

       They may threaten and force as they will,

       He turns from her, shrinks from her still,’

      and immediately the reindeer left the herd and came to the child, and tended it as on the day before. And so it was that the child throve, till not a finer boy was to be seen anywhere. But the King’s son had been pondering over all these things, and he said to the widow woman:

      ‘Is there no way of changing the reindeer into a human being again?’

      ‘I don’t rightly know,’ was her answer. ‘Come to the wood with me, however; when the woman puts off her reindeer skin I shall comb her head for her; whilst I am doing so you must burn the skin.’

      Thereupon they both went to the wood with the child; scarcely were they there when the reindeer appeared and nursed the child as before. Then the widow woman said to the reindeer:

      ‘Since you are going far away to-morrow, and I shall not see you again, let me comb your head for the last time, as a remembrance of you.’

      Good; the young woman stript off the reindeer skin, and let the widow woman do as she wished. In the meantime the King’s son threw the reindeer skin into the fire unobserved.

      ‘What smells of singeing here?’ asked the young woman, and looking round she saw her own husband. ‘Woe is me! you have burnt my skin. Why did you do that?’

      ‘To give you back your human form again.’

      ‘Alack-a-day! I have nothing to cover me now, poor creature that I am!’ cried the young woman, and transformed herself first into a distaff, then into a wooden beetle, then into a spindle, and into all imaginable shapes. But all these shapes the King’s son went on destroying till she stood before him in human form again.

      Alas! wherefore take me home with you again,’ cried the young woman, ‘since the witch is sure to eat me up?’

      ‘She will not eat you up,’ answered her husband; and they started for home with the child.

      JACK AND THE BEANSTALK

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      JACK SELLS THE COW

      Once upon a time there was a poor widow who lived in a little cottage with her only son Jack.

      Jack was a giddy, thoughtless boy, but very kind-hearted and affectionate. There had been a hard winter, and after it the poor woman had suffered from fever and ague. Jack did no work as yet, and by degrees they grew dreadfully poor. The widow saw that there was no means of keeping Jack and herself from starvation but by selling her cow; so one morning she said to her son, ‘I am too weak to go myself, Jack, so you must take the cow to market for me, and sell her.’

      Jack liked going to market to sell the cow very much; but as he was on the way, he met a butcher who had some beautiful beans in his hand. Jack stopped to look at them, and the butcher told the boy that they were of great value, and persuaded the silly lad to sell the cow for these beans.

      When he brought them home to his mother instead of the money she expected for her nice cow, she was very vexed and shed many tears, scolding Jack for his folly. He was very sorry, and mother and son went to bed very sadly that night; their last hope seemed gone.

      At daybreak Jack rose and went out into the garden.

      ‘At least,’ he thought, ‘I will sow the wonderful beans. Mother says that they are just common scarlet-runners, and nothing else; but I may as well sow them.’

      So he took a piece of stick, and made some holes in the ground, and put in the beans.

      That day they had very little dinner, and went sadly to bed, knowing that for the next day there would be none and Jack, unable to sleep from grief and vexation, got up at day-dawn and went out into the garden.

      What was his amazement to find that the beans had grown up in the night, and climbed up and up till they covered the high cliff that sheltered the cottage, and disappeared above it! The stalks had twined and twisted themselves together till they formed quite a ladder.

      ‘It would be easy to climb it,’ thought Jack.

      And, having thought of the experiment, he at once resolved to carry it out, for Jack was a good climber. However, after his late mistake about the cow, he thought he had better consult his mother first.

      WONDERFUL GROWTH OF THE BEANSTALK

      So Jack called his mother, and they both gazed in silent wonder at the Beanstalk, which was not only of great height, but was thick enough to bear Jack’s weight.

      ‘I wonder where it ends,’ said Jack to his mother; ‘I think I will climb up and see.’

      His mother wished him not to venture up this strange ladder, but Jack coaxed her to give her consent to the attempt, for he was certain there must be something wonderful in the Beanstalk; so at last she yielded to his wishes.

      Jack instantly began to climb, and went up and up on the ladder-like bean till everything he had left behind him—the cottage, the village, and even the tall church tower—looked quite little, and still he could not see the top of the Beanstalk.

      Jack felt a little tired, and thought for a moment that he would go back again; but he was a very persevering boy, and he knew that the way to succeed in anything is not to give up. So after resting for a moment he went on.

      After climbing higher and higher, till he grew afraid to look down for fear he should be giddy, Jack at last reached the top of the Beanstalk, and found himself in a beautiful country, finely wooded, with beautiful meadows covered with sheep. A crystal stream ran through the pastures; not far from the place where he had got off the Beanstalk stood a fine, strong castle.

      Jack wondered very much that he had never heard of or seen this castle before; but when he reflected on the subject, he saw that it was as much separated from the village by the perpendicular rock on which it stood as if it were in another land.

      While Jack was standing looking at the castle, a very strange-looking woman came out of the wood, and advanced towards him.

      She wore a pointed cap of quilted red satin turned up with ermine, her hair streamed loose over her shoulders, and she walked with a staff. Jack took off his cap and made her a bow.

      ‘If you please, ma’am,’ said he, ‘is this your house?’

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