MOTHER HOLLE

17 Oct

Once upon a time there was a widow who had two daughters; one of them was beautiful and industrious, the other ugly and lazy. The mother, however, loved the ugly and lazy one best, because she was her own daughter, and so the other, who was only her stepdaughter, was made to do all the work of the house, and was quite the Cinderella of the family. Her stepmother sent her out every day to sit by the well in the high road, there to spin until she made her fingers bleed. Now it chanced one day that some blood fell on to the spindle, and as the girl stopped over the well to wash it off, the spindle suddenly sprang out of her hand and fell into the well. She ran home crying to tell of her misfortune, but her stepmother spoke harshly to her, and after giving her a violent scolding, said unkindly, ‘As you have let the spindle fall into the well you may go yourself and fetch it out.’

The girl went back to the well not knowing what to do, and at last in her distress she jumped into the water after the spindle.

She remembered nothing more until she awoke and found herself in a beautiful meadow, full of sunshine, and with countless flowers blooming in every direction.

She walked over the meadow, and presently she came upon a baker’s oven full of bread, and the loaves cried out to her, ‘Take us out, take us out, or alas! we shall be burnt to a cinder; we were baked through long ago.’ So she took the bread-shovel and drew them all out.

She went on a little farther, till she came to a free full of apples. ‘Shake me, shake me, I pray,’ cried the tree; ‘my apples, one and all, are ripe.’ So she shook the tree, and the apples came falling down upon her like rain; but she continued shaking until there was not a single apple left upon it. Then she carefully gathered the apples together in a heap and walked on again.

The next thing she came to was a little house, and there she saw an old woman looking out, with such large teeth, that she was terrified, and turned to run away. But the old woman called after her, ‘What are you afraid of, dear child? Stay with me; if you will do the work of my house properly for me, I will make you very happy. You must be very careful, however, to make my bed in the right way, for I wish you always to shake it thoroughly, so that the feathers fly about; then they say, down there in the world, that it is snowing; for I am Mother Holle.’ The old woman spoke so kindly, that the girl summoned up courage and agreed to enter into her service.

She took care to do everything according to the old woman’s bidding and every time she made the bed she shook it with all her might, so that the feathers flew about like so many snowflakes. The old woman was as good as her word: she never spoke angrily to her, and gave her roast and boiled meats every day.

So she stayed on with Mother Holle for some time, and then she began to grow unhappy. She could not at first tell why she felt sad, but she became conscious at last of great longing to go home; then she knew she was homesick, although she was a thousand times better off with Mother Holle than with her mother and sister. After waiting awhile, she went to Mother Holle and said, ‘I am so homesick, that I cannot stay with you any longer, for although I am so happy here, I must return to my own people.’

Then Mother Holle said, ‘I am pleased that you should want to go back to your own people, and as you have served me so well and faithfully, I will take you home myself.’

Thereupon she led the girl by the hand up to a broad gateway. The gate was opened, and as the girl passed through, a shower of gold fell upon her, and the gold clung to her, so that she was covered with it from head to foot.

‘That is a reward for your industry,’ said Mother Holle, and as she spoke she handed her the spindle which she had dropped into the well.

The gate was then closed, and the girl found herself back in the old world close to her mother’s house. As she entered the courtyard, the cock who was perched on the well, called out:

 'Cock-a-doodle-doo!
  Your golden daughter's come back to you.'

Then she went in to her mother and sister, and as she was so richly covered with gold, they gave her a warm welcome. She related to them all that had happened, and when the mother heard how she had come by her great riches, she thought she should like her ugly, lazy daughter to go and try her fortune. So she made the sister go and sit by the well and spin, and the girl pricked her finger and thrust her hand into a thorn-bush, so that she might drop some blood on to the spindle; then she threw it into the well, and jumped in herself.

Like her sister she awoke in the beautiful meadow, and walked over it till she came to the oven. ‘Take us out, take us out, or alas! we shall be burnt to a cinder; we were baked through long ago,’ cried the loaves as before. But the lazy girl answered, ‘Do you think I am going to dirty my hands for you?’ and walked on.

Presently she came to the apple-tree. ‘Shake me, shake me, I pray; my apples, one and all, are ripe,’ it cried. But she only answered, ‘A nice thing to ask me to do, one of the apples might fall on my head,’ and passed on.

At last she came to Mother Holle’s house, and as she had heard all about the large teeth from her sister, she was not afraid of them, and engaged herself without delay to the old woman.

The first day she was very obedient and industrious, and exerted herself to please Mother Holle, for she thought of the gold she should get in return. The next day, however, she began to dawdle over her work, and the third day she was more idle still; then she began to lie in bed in the mornings and refused to get up. Worse still, she neglected to make the old woman’s bed properly, and forgot to shake it so that the feathers might fly about. So Mother Holle very soon got tired of her, and told her she might go. The lazy girl was delighted at this, and thought to herself, ‘The gold will soon be mine.’ Mother Holle led her, as she had led her sister, to the broad gateway; but as she was passing through, instead of the shower of gold, a great bucketful of pitch came pouring over her.

‘That is in return for your services,’ said the old woman, and she shut the gate.

So the lazy girl had to go home covered with pitch, and the cock on the well called out as she saw her:

 'Cock-a-doodle-doo!
  Your dirty daughter's come back to you.'

But, try what she would, she could not get the pitch off and it stuck to her as long as she lived.

THE EAGLE AND THE FOX

17 Oct

The Eagle and The Fox

An Eagle that had young ones, looking out for something to feed them with, happened to spy a Fox’s cub, that lay basking itself abroad in the sun. She made a stoop, and trussed it immediately; but before she had carried it quite off, the old Fox coming home, implored her, with tears in her eyes, to spare her cub, and pity the distress of a poor fond mother, who should think no affliction so great as that of losing her child. The Eagle, whose nest was up in a very high tree, thought herself secure enough from all projects of revenge, and so bore away the cub to her young ones, without showing any regard to the supplications of the Fox. But that subtle creature, highly incensed at this outrageous barbarity,[24]ran to an altar, where some country people had been sacrificing a kid in the open fields, and catching up a firebrand in her mouth, made towards the tree where the Eagle’s nest was, with a resolution of revenge. She had scarce ascended the first branches, when the Eagle, terrified with the approaching ruin of herself and family, begged of the Fox to desist, and, with much submission, returned her the cub again safe and sound.

MESSAGE TO THE WEARY

17 Oct

Rainbow Wall

It seems like only yesterday!  Long years have passed

Since, from this place of childhood innocence.

Of youth’s warm friendships, and of love’s first heart break,

I wandered forth an exile. When the frost

Of time’s rainbow wall was laid out before me.

And care had ploughed his furrows deep and straight.

And death had swept away the colors I held dear

Give life and meaning to her dream, I came,

A stranger among strangers, to reveal

These barren caves, these deep-embowered shades,

These hallowed relics of my country’s glory,*

Which tell her children of her bold resolve.

When, strong in freedom’s cause, she dared to peril

Life, and life’s dearest joys to its defense.

All these remained: and o’er each place they spoke

Of friends departed, with dejected fear,

And earnest brow, and slow but to anger I was,

I wandered happy; till at length I came

To one, where formerly a seraph form.

With eye of light, and voice that breathed of heaven,

Held her hard reign. How often on that eye,

How often to that voice, with sounds so pure and holy

Sadly I’ve gazed and listened, envying death

So fair a prey, already by his touch

Sat on his couch: the rose still upon her cheek

And the unearthly brightness of her golden hair.

Shining like garlands on this defiled victim

Lay at the altar of some demon god.

Sad years had passed, and long within the tomb.

That beauteous form had mustered: aye so long and dark.

That, as I looked around upon this place.

No eye, save mine perchance, called up this image

Of her whose presence was its darkest charm

In days long gone passed.

Just then I turned and saw

An infant form, that looked as if the tomb

Had yielded up its prey, no farther changed

Than as the eye of faithful beholds the faithful.

Perfected in the presence of thy God,

Changed to the semblance of a little child,

Lying in the bosom of the blessed Redeemer,

Nestled in child-like love. This form was thine.

And, as advancing years have brought the child

Almost to womanhood, the likeness still

Appears more perfect not in form alone

Thou does resemble her fair. May every charm

Of mind and manner, every winning grace,

That fitted her to shine, and shed the light so bright

Of bliss on all around her and may that grace,

That fits her now to share the golden bliss

For taints above prepared may all be true.

Rainbow Wall

Fables and Fairytales are Wonderful Storiesfor Adults and Chlidren Alike

4 Oct
Rainbow Giraffe from Rainbow wall at the end of the rainbow

Rainbow Giraffe

Fables from around the world are fun to read and teach you various life lessons. Like fairytales, fables are interesting and entertaining to the reader. The story captivates the reader’s interest and is the key to a fable becoming popular. The fables and tales presented on this site are here for your enjoyment so please enjoy!!!

Fairytale bear from rainbow wall

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