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NORWEGIAN FOLK TALES
Farmer Windie
ONCE on a time there was a man and his wife, who had an only son,
and his name was - well, Jack. The old dame thought it high time for her
son to go out into the world to learn a trade, and bade her husband be off
with him.
"But all you do," she said, "mind you bind him to
some one who can teach him to be master
above all masters;" and with that she put some food and a roll of hay into
a bag, and packed
them off.
Well, they went to many masters; but one and all
said they could make the boy as good as
themselves, but better they couldn't make him. So when the man came home
again to his wife
with that answer, she said,
"I don't care what
you make of him; but this I
say and stick to, you must bind him to some
one where he can learn to be master above all masters;" and with that she
packed up more food
and another roll of hay, and father and son had to be off again.
Now when they had walked a while they got upon
the ice, and there they met a man who came
whisking along in a sledge, and drove a black horse.
"Where away?" said the man.
"Well," said the father, "I'm going to bind my
son to somebody who is good to teach him a
trade; but my old dame comes of such fine folk, she will have him taught
to be master above
all masters."
"Well met then," said the driver; "I'm just the
man for your money, for I'm looking out
for such an apprentice. Up with you behind!" he added to the boy, and
whisk! off they went,
both of them, and sledge and horse, right up into the air.
"Nay, nay!" cried the boy's father, "you haven't
told me your name, nor where you live."
"Oh" said the master, "I'm at home alike north
and south, east and west, and my name's
Farmer Windie. In a year and a day you may come here again, and
then I'll tell you if
I like him." So away they went through the air, and were soon out of
sight.
So when the man got home, his old dame asked what
had become of her son.
"Well," said the man, "Poker knows, I'm sure I
don't. They went up in the air together."
So he told her. But when the old dame heard that her husband couldn't tell
at all when her
son's apprenticeship would be out, nor where he had gone, she packed him
off again, and gave
him another bag of food and another roll of hay.
So, when he had walked a bit, he came to a great
wood, which stretched on and on all day
as he walked through it. When it got dark he saw a great light, and he
went towards it. After
a long, long time he came to a little hut under a rock, and outside stood
an old hag drawing
water out of a well with her nose, so long was it.
"Good evening, mother!" said the man.
"The same to you," said the old hag. "It's
hundreds of years since any one called me mother."
"Can I have lodging here to-night?" asked the
man.
"No, that you can't," said she.
But then the man pulled out his roll of hay,
lighted his pipe, and gave the old dame a
whiff and a pinch of snuff. Then she was so happy she began to dance for
joy, and the end
was, she gave the man leave to stop the night.
So next morning he began to ask after Farmer
Windie. "No, she never heard tell of him, but
she ruled over all the four-footed beasts; perhaps some of them might know
him." So she
played them all home with a pipe she had, and asked them all, but there
wasn't one of them
who knew anything about Farmer Windie.
"Well," said the old hag, "there are three
sisters of us; maybe one of the other two knows
where he lives. I'll lend you my horse and sledge, and then you'll beat
her house by night;
but it's at least three hundred miles off, the nearest way."
Then the man started off, and at night reached
the house, and when he came there, there
stood another old hag before the door, drawing water out of the well with
her nose.
"Good evening, mother!" said the man.
"The same to you," said she; "it's hundreds of
years since any one called me mother."
"Can I lodge here to-night?" asked the man
"No," said the old hag.
But he took out his roll of hay, lighted his
pipe, and gave the old dame a whiff, and a
good pinch of snuff besides on the back of her hand. Then she was so happy
that she began to
jump and dance for joy, and so the man got leave to stay the night. When
that was over, he
began to ask after Farmer Windie. "No, she had never heard tell of him;
but she ruled all the
fish in the sea; perhaps some of them might know something about him." So
she played them all
home with a pipe she had, and asked them, but there wasn't one of them who
knew anything
about Farmer Windie.
"Well, well!" said the old hag, "there's one
sister of us left; maybe she knows something
about him. She lives six hundred miles off, but I'll lend you my horse and
sledge, and then
you'll get there by nightfall."
Then the man started off, and reached the house
by nightfall, and there he found another
old hag who stood before the grate, and stirred the fire with her nose, so
long and tough it was.
"Good evening, mother!" said the man.
"The same to you," said the old hag; "it's
hundreds of years since any one called me mother."
"Can I lodge here to-night?" asked the man.
"No," said the old hag.
Then the man pulled out his roll of hay again,
and lighted his pipe, and gave the old hag
such a pinch of snuff that it covered the whole back of her hand. Then she
got so happy she
began to dance for joy, and so the man got leave to stay.
But when the night was over, he began to ask
after Farmer Windie. She never heard tell of
him, she said; but she ruled over all the birds of the air, and so she
played them all home
with a pipe she had, and when she had mustered them all, the Eagle was
missing. But a little
while after he came flying home, and when she asked him, he said he had
just come straight
from Farmer Windie. Then the old hag said he must guide the man thither;
but the Eagle said
he must have something to eat first, and besides he must rest till the
next day; he was so
tired with flying that long way, he could hardly rise from the earth.
So when he had eaten his fill and taken a good
rest, the old hag pulled a feather out of
the Eagle's tail, and put the man there in its stead; so the Eagle flew
off with the man, and
flew, and flew, but they didn't reach Farmer Windie's house before
midnight.
So when they got there, the Eagle said,
"There are heaps of dead bodies lying about
outside, but you mustn't mind them. Inside the
house every man Jack of them are so sound asleep that it will be hard work
to wake them; but
you must go straight to the table drawer, and take out of it three crumbs
of bread, and when
you hear some one snoring loud, pull three feathers out of his head; he
won't wake for all that."
So the man did as he was told, and after he had
taken the crumbs of bread, he pulled out
the first feather.
"OOF!" growled Farmer Windie, for it was he who
snored.
So the man pulled out another feather.
"OOF!" he growled again.
But when he pulled out the third, Farmer Windie
roared so, the man thought roof and wall
would have flown asunder, but for all that the snorer slept on.
After that the Eagle told him what he was to do.
He went to the yard, and there at the
stable-door he stumbled against a big grey stone, and that he lifted up;
underneath it lay
three chips of wood, and those he picked up too; then he knocked at the
stable-door, and it
opened of itself. Then he threw down the three crumbs of bread, and a hare
came and ate them
up; that hare he caught and kept. After that the Eagle bade him pull three
feathers out of
his tail, and put the hare, the stone, the chips, and himself there
instead, and then he
would fly away home with them all.
So when the Eagle had flown a long way, he
lighted on a rock to rest.
"Do you see anything?" it asked.
"Yes," said the man; "I see a flock of crows
coming flying after us."
"We'd better be off again, then," said the Eagle,
who flew away. After a while it asked again,
"Do you see anything now?"
"Yes," said the man; "now the crows are close
behind us.
"Drop now the three feathers you pulled out of
his head," said the Eagle.
Well, the man dropped the feathers, and as soon
as ever he dropped them they became a
flock of ravens which drove the crows home again. Then the Eagle flew on
far away with the
man, and at last it lighted on another stone to rest.
"Do you see anything?" it said.
"I'm not sure," said the man; "I fancy I see
something coming far away."
"We'd better get on then," said the Eagle, and
after a while it said again -
"Do you see anything?"
"Yes," said the man; "now he's close at our
heels."
"Now you must let fall the chips of wood which
you took from under the grey stone at the
stable door," said the Eagle.
Yes, the man let them fall, and they grew at once
up into tall thick wood, so that Farmer
Windie had to go back home to fetch an axe to hew his way through. While
he did this, the
Eagle flew ever so far, but when it got tired, it lighted on a fir to
rest.
"Do you see anything?" it said.
"Well, I'm not sure," said the man; "but I fancy
I catch a glimpse of something far away."
"We'd best be off then," said the Eagle; and off
it flew as fast as it could. After a
while it said,
Do you see anything now?"
"Yes; now he's close behind us," said the man.
"Now, you must drop the big stone you lifted up
at the stable door," said the Eagle.
The man did so, and as it fell, it became a great
high mountain, which Farmer Windie had
to break his way through. When he had got half through the mountain, he
tripped and broke one
of his legs, and so he had to limp home again and patch it up.
But while he was doing this, the Eagle flew away
to the man's house with him and the hare,
and as soon as they got home, the man went into the bakery yard and
sprinkled Christian mould
over the hare, and lo! it turned into "Jack," his son.
Well, you may fancy the old dame was glad to get
her son again, but still she wasn't easy
in her mind about his trade, and she wouldn't rest till he gave her a
proof that he was "master above all masters."
So when the fair came round, the boy changed
himself into a bay horse, and told his father
to lead him to the fair.
"Now, when any one comes to buy me," he said,
"you may ask a hundred dollars for me; but
mind you don't forget to take the head stall off me; if you do, Farmer
Windie will keep me
for ever, for he it is who will come to deal with you."
So it turned out. Up came a horse-dealer, who had
a great wish to deal for the horse, and
he gave a hundred dollars down for him; but when the bargain was struck,
and Jack's father
had pocketed the money, the horse-dealer wanted to have the head stall."
Nay, nay!" said the
man, "there's nothing about that in the bargain; and besides, you can't
have the head stall,
for I've other horses at home to bring to town tomorrow."
So each went his way, but they hadn't gone far
before Jack took his own shape and ran
away, and when his father got home, there sat Jack in the ingle.
Next day he turned himself into a brown horse,
and told his father to drive him to the fair.
"And when any one comes to buy me, you can ask
two hundred dollars for me - he'll give
that and treat you besides: but whatever you do, and however much you
drink, don't forget to
take the head stall off me, else you'll never set eyes on me again."
So all happened as he had said; the man got two
hundred dollars for the horse and a glass
of drink besides, and when the buyer and seller parted, it was as much as
he could do to
remember to take off the head stall. But the buyer and the horse hadn't
got far on the road
before Jack took his own shape, and when the man got home, there sat Jack
in the ingle.
The third day it was the same story over again;
the boy turned himself into a black horse,
and told his father some one would come and bid three hundred dollars for
him, and fill his
skin with meat and drink besides; but however much he ate or drank, he was
to mind and not
forget to take the head stall off, else he'd have to stay with Farmer
Windie all his life long.
"Oh, no, I'll not forget, never fear," said the
man.
So when he came to the fair, he got three hundred
dollars for the horse, and as it wasn't
to be a dry bargain, Farmer Windie made him drink so much that he quite
forgot to take the
head stall off, and away went Farmer Windie with the horse. Now when he
had gone a little
way, Farmer Windie thought he would just stop and have another glass of
brandy; so he put a
barrel of red-hot nails under his horse's nose, and a sieve of oats under
his tail, hung the
halter upon a hook, and went into the inn. So the horse stood there, and
stamped and pawed,
and snorted and reared. Just then out came a lassie, who thought it a
shame to treat a horse so.
"Oh, poor beast," she said, "what a cruel master
you must have to treat you so," and as
she said this she pulled the halter off the hook, so that the horse might
turn round and
taste the oats.
"I'm after you," roared Farmer Windie, who
came rushing out of the door.
But the horse had already shaken off the head
stall, and jumped into a duck-pond, where he
turned himself into a tiny fish. In went Farmer Windie after him, and
turned himself into a
great pike. Then Jack turned himself into a dove, and Farmer Windie made
himself into a hawk,
and chased and struck at the dove. But just then a Princess stood at the
window of the palace
and saw this struggle.
"Ah! poor dove," she cried, "if you only knew
what I know, you'd fly to me through this
window."
So the dove came flying in through the window,
and turned itself into Jack again, who told
his own tale.
"Turn yourself into a gold ring, and put yourself
on my finger," said the princess.
"Nay, nay!" said Jack, "that'll never do, for
then Farmer Windie will make the king sick,
and then there'll be no one who can make him well again till Farmer Windie
comes and cures
him, and then, for his fee, he'll ask for that gold ring."
"Then I'll say I had it from my mother, and can't
part with it," said the princess.
Well, Jack turned himself into a gold ring, and
put himself on the princess' finger, and
so Farmer Windie couldn't get at him. But then followed what the boy had
foretold; the king
fell sick, and there wasn't a doctor in the kingdom who could cure him
till Farmer Windie
came, and he asked for the ring off the princess' finger for his fee. So
the king sent a
messenger to the princess for the ring; but the princess said she wouldn't
part with it, her
mother had left it her. When the king heard that, he flew into a rage and
said he would have
the ring, whoever left it to her.
"Well," said the princess, "it's no good being
cross about it. I can't get it off, and if
you must have the ring, you must take my finger too."
"If you'll let me try, I'll soon get the ring
off," said Farmer Windie.
"No, thanks, I'll try myself," said the princess,
and flew off to the grate and put ashes
on her finger. Then the ring slipped off and was lost among the ashes. So
Farmer Windie
turned himself into a cock, who scratched and pecked after the ring in the
grate, till he was
up to the ears in ashes. But while he was doing this, Jack turned himself
into a fox, and bit
off the cock's head, and so if the evil one was in Farmer Windie, it is
all over with him
now. Let's hope that for now and go to bed.
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