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Fairy Tales From The Swedish

Fairy Tales From The Swedish

H.L. Brækstad
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NOTE"LARS, MY LAD!"THE SAUSAGETHE OLD WOMAN AND THE TRAMPWHAT SHALL BABY'S NAME BE?ST. PETER AND THE TWO WOMENTHE OLD WOMAN AND THE FISHTHE VALIANT CHANTICLEERTWIGMUNTUS, COWBELLIANTUS, PERCHNOSIUSTHE LAD AND THE FOXOLD NICK AND THE GIRLTHE STONE STATUETHE ARTFUL LAD"ALL I POSSESS!"KATIE GREYTHE COCK AND THE CRESTED HENOLD NICK AND THE PEDLARWHY THE EXECUTIONER IS CALLED ASSESSORTHE PARSON AND THE CLERKTRANSLATOR'S NOTE The interesting and characteristic collection of Swedish Folk and Fairy Tales published by Baron Djurklou nearly twenty years ago, has, strange to say, escaped the attention of folk-lorists outside the country of their origin. They are written in the dialect of the Swedish peasantry, to the study of which the author has devoted so much time and labour, and they may therefore have presented difficulties in the way of translation into other languages. In the present English version of a selection from the tales the translator has tried to retain as far as possible the humorous and colloquial style of the original. The illustrations in the body of the book are by T. Kittelsen and E. Werenskiold, two well-known Norwegian artists, and the frontispiece is by Carl Larsson, the prince of Swedish illustrators.--H. L. B.An excerpt from the beginning of the first "LARS, MY LAD!"There was once a prince or a duke, or something of that sort, but at any rate he belonged to a very grand family, and he would not stop at home. So he travelled all over the world, and wherever he went he was well liked, and was received in the best and gayest families, for he had no end of money. He made friends and acquaintances, as you may imagine, wherever he went, for he who has a well-filled trough is sure to fall in with pigs who want to have their fill. But he went on spending his money until he came to want, and at last his purse became so empty that he had not even a farthing left. And now there was an end to all his friends as well, for they behaved like the pigs; when the trough was empty and he had no more to give them, they began to grunt and grin, and then they ran away in all directions. There he stood alone with a long face. Everybody had been so willing to help him to get rid of his money, but nobody would help him in return; and so there was nothing for it but to trudge home and beg for crusts on the way.So late one evening he came to a great forest. He did not know where he should find a shelter for the night, but he went on looking and searching till he caught sight of an old tumble-down hut, which stood in the middle of some bushes. It was not exactly good enough for such a fine cavalier, but when you cannot get what you want you must take what you can get. And, since there was no help for it, he went into the hut. Not a living soul was to be seen; there was not even a stool to sit upon, but alongside the wall stood a big chest. What could there be inside that chest? If only there were some bits of mouldy bread in it! How nice they would taste! For, you must know, he had not had a single bit of food the whole day, and he was so hungry and his stomach so empty that it groaned with pain. He lifted the lid. But inside the chest there was another chest, and inside that chest there was another; and so it went on, each one smaller than the other, until they became quite tiny boxes. The more there were the harder he worked away, for there must be something very fine inside, he thought, since it was so well hidden.
Language
English
Pages
194
Format
Kindle Edition
Release
January 05, 2011

Fairy Tales From The Swedish

H.L. Brækstad
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NOTE"LARS, MY LAD!"THE SAUSAGETHE OLD WOMAN AND THE TRAMPWHAT SHALL BABY'S NAME BE?ST. PETER AND THE TWO WOMENTHE OLD WOMAN AND THE FISHTHE VALIANT CHANTICLEERTWIGMUNTUS, COWBELLIANTUS, PERCHNOSIUSTHE LAD AND THE FOXOLD NICK AND THE GIRLTHE STONE STATUETHE ARTFUL LAD"ALL I POSSESS!"KATIE GREYTHE COCK AND THE CRESTED HENOLD NICK AND THE PEDLARWHY THE EXECUTIONER IS CALLED ASSESSORTHE PARSON AND THE CLERKTRANSLATOR'S NOTE The interesting and characteristic collection of Swedish Folk and Fairy Tales published by Baron Djurklou nearly twenty years ago, has, strange to say, escaped the attention of folk-lorists outside the country of their origin. They are written in the dialect of the Swedish peasantry, to the study of which the author has devoted so much time and labour, and they may therefore have presented difficulties in the way of translation into other languages. In the present English version of a selection from the tales the translator has tried to retain as far as possible the humorous and colloquial style of the original. The illustrations in the body of the book are by T. Kittelsen and E. Werenskiold, two well-known Norwegian artists, and the frontispiece is by Carl Larsson, the prince of Swedish illustrators.--H. L. B.An excerpt from the beginning of the first "LARS, MY LAD!"There was once a prince or a duke, or something of that sort, but at any rate he belonged to a very grand family, and he would not stop at home. So he travelled all over the world, and wherever he went he was well liked, and was received in the best and gayest families, for he had no end of money. He made friends and acquaintances, as you may imagine, wherever he went, for he who has a well-filled trough is sure to fall in with pigs who want to have their fill. But he went on spending his money until he came to want, and at last his purse became so empty that he had not even a farthing left. And now there was an end to all his friends as well, for they behaved like the pigs; when the trough was empty and he had no more to give them, they began to grunt and grin, and then they ran away in all directions. There he stood alone with a long face. Everybody had been so willing to help him to get rid of his money, but nobody would help him in return; and so there was nothing for it but to trudge home and beg for crusts on the way.So late one evening he came to a great forest. He did not know where he should find a shelter for the night, but he went on looking and searching till he caught sight of an old tumble-down hut, which stood in the middle of some bushes. It was not exactly good enough for such a fine cavalier, but when you cannot get what you want you must take what you can get. And, since there was no help for it, he went into the hut. Not a living soul was to be seen; there was not even a stool to sit upon, but alongside the wall stood a big chest. What could there be inside that chest? If only there were some bits of mouldy bread in it! How nice they would taste! For, you must know, he had not had a single bit of food the whole day, and he was so hungry and his stomach so empty that it groaned with pain. He lifted the lid. But inside the chest there was another chest, and inside that chest there was another; and so it went on, each one smaller than the other, until they became quite tiny boxes. The more there were the harder he worked away, for there must be something very fine inside, he thought, since it was so well hidden.
Language
English
Pages
194
Format
Kindle Edition
Release
January 05, 2011

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