Top-of-the-World Stories for Boys and Girls - Anonymous

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such as children often make for themselves when playing on the shore. There was nothing at all remarkable about it, but Knut thought he would see if it gave any sound. Good! It really did. You could play three tones upon it—pā, pȳ, and pū. When Knut discovered that, he just for fun stuffed the whistle into his jacket pocket.

      To-day happened to be a hungry day; Knut had had no breakfast. "Suppose I were sitting now in Mr. Peterman's kitchen at The Ridge," thought Knut; and at once he imagined he could smell herring being fried!

      Well, he must do something; so he seated himself on a big rock near the water and began to fish, but the fish would not bite. There had been a storm the day before, but to-day the sea shone like a mirror under the bright sun, and its slow heaving waves swung clear as glass against the shore.

      "I do wonder what Grandmother has for dinner," thought Knut to himself.

      Just then a wave rolled up so high that it wet Knut's bare foot, and he heard a voice murmur from the wave, "Knut, have you found the magic pipe that belongs to the sea-princess? She left it on the shore and wishes she could find it. You can blow three tones on it, pā, pȳ, pū; and they all work magic—pā makes the hearers sleep, pȳ makes the hearers weep, but pū sets them to laughing."

      "What?" exclaimed Knut. "Is it a magic pipe? Well, you may go your way, big wave. I found the pipe and I think I shall keep it for a while."

      The wave murmured something—no one knows what—rolled slowly away and did not come back again.

      Knut took the pipe from his pocket and looked closely at it. "So you are a magic pipe, are you? And can charm, can you? Well, charm a fish on to my hook, if you please." And with that he blew pā, pā.

      He had not blown very long before a perch, then a pike, then a white fish floated up to the surface of the water, lying on their sides as if they were asleep.

      "Here are fresh fish to be had," thought Knut; and he continued to blow. In a short time the whole surface of the water near the shore was covered with floating fish, more white fish, several kinds of perches, sticklebacks, bream, carp, pike, and salmon—all the lively finny throng that live in the sea.

      "This will be a great catch!" thought Knut, and he sprang up to the house to get a hand-net.

      When he came back, the shore was crowded with water-birds. The sea-gulls were the greediest and shrieked "Grab! Grab! Grab!" so that they could be heard a mile away! But there were many others keeping them company—ducks and wild geese, together with swans. All these ravenous visitors were hard at work devouring the floating fish; and in the midst of the throng was a great sea-eagle that had swooped down and seized a large salmon in his talons.

      "Go away, you thieves!" called Knut, picking up stones from the beach and throwing them at the birds. Some were hit in the leg, others in the wing, but none seemed to think of dropping his prey.

      Just then a shot sounded, then another and another, from a near-lying bay. Some of the birds fell to the water and floated, lying on their sides like the fish. The firing continued until all the birds had been either shot down or sent screaming away, scattering in every direction.

      A boat containing three hunters now approached the beach. The men were Mr. Peterman and two friends of his, and it was they who had shot the birds. They stepped ashore in good humor to gather up their booty.

      "Why, there is Knut!" said Mr. Peterman. "How in the world did you get so many birds together here at Perlebank?"

      "I was playing on my pipe for the fish and the birds came to the party," answered Knut, jokingly.

      "All right," said Knut. He had had no surname before and thought he might as well have Spelevink as Anderson, Söderlund or Mattsson.

      "But listen, Knut Spelevink; why do you look so poorly to-day? You are as thin as a rail," said Mr. Peterman.

      "Why shouldn't I look poorly, who see all this food and have not eaten anything since yesterday noon?" replied Knut, in his cheerful fashion.

      "H'm," said Mr. Peterman. "Well, come to The Ridge to dinner to-day, since you have provided us with such a good catch. But don't come until four o'clock because the birds won't be plucked and roasted before that."

      "Thank you most humbly," answered Knut; but he thought to himself that four o'clock was rather late for any one who had eaten nothing since yesterday!

      Mr. Peterman and his friends rowed away and Knut went home to his grandmother.

      "Well, Knut, have you seen any fish to-day?"

      "Oh, yes! I've seen plenty; but the birds ate the fish and Mr. Peterman shot the birds."

      "Too bad, Knut. We have nothing for dinner but two herring, four little potatoes and a half-slice of bread."

      "No matter, Grandmother; you eat that. I am invited to The Ridge for dinner and I shall bring you a bit of cheese in my pocket if I can."

      "Don't take the short cut through Kiikkala Forest, Knut; there are elves there, and three troll-kings—the Mountain King, the Snow King and the Forest King. Go, rather, along the shore—that way is safer; only there you must look out for the mermaids."

      "But it is a long way around by the shore, Grandmother, and I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday."

      "Well, go whichever way you will then, but don't think about food. That leads one into temptation."

      "No, Grandmother. I shall think about the next Catechism examination, and study hard as I go along."

      Knut started on his way, thinking about the Catechism, but when he came to the beginning of the short cut, he thought: "Surely I should be a goose if I, with such an empty stomach, should walk seven miles instead of half that."

      And so he turned off into the short cut through Kiikkala Forest and determined to hear himself say the Catechism while he was going through the woods.

      He had not gone far before he saw a thin little old man, dragging a cart loaded with twelve iron bars.

      "Good-day, Knut Spelevink," said the old man. "Why do you look so poorly to-day?"

      "Why shouldn't I look poorly, when I have eaten nothing but Catechism since yesterday noon? But how did you know my new name?"

      "I know all names," answered the old man, who was really a troll.

      "Sha'n't I help you?" asked good-natured Knut. "You are all out of breath with that heavy load."

      "Push away if you like, Spelevink." So Knut pushed, and the old man pulled and they soon came to a big mountain in the forest.

      "This is where I live," said the old man. "Step in and I will give you something good to eat, because you helped me with my load." So saying, he entered the mountain. Knut's stomach said follow him, and Knut followed.

      Soon they were in a great underground palace where everything glittered with gold, silver and precious stones.

      "Do you live here?" asked Knut.

      "I should say I did," replied the old man. "I am the King of the Mountain. To-morrow I give the marriage feast for my daughter; and my servants are so driven with work that I myself had to bring my food from the forge where these bars are made."

      "Wasn't that iron in the cart?" asked Knut.

      "Bar iron, my lad, bar iron of the best sort. That is something far finer than simple iron ore. Bar iron is my favorite food, especially when it is at white heat. Have you ever eaten bar iron?"

      "Not that I can remember," said Knut.

      "Then you shall be allowed to taste something extra fine for once. See, I lay two bars

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