The Rogue and the Herdsman

The Rogue And The Herdsman

In a tiny cottage near the king’s palace there once lived an old man,

his wife, and his son, a very lazy fellow, who would never do a stroke

of work. He could not be got even to look after their one cow, but left

her to look after herself, while he lay on a bank and went to sleep in

the sun. For a long time his father bore with him, hoping that as he

grew older he might gain more sense; but at last the old man’s patience

was worn out, and he told his son that he should not stay at house in

idleness, and must go out into the world to seek his fortune.

The young man saw that there was no help for it, and he set out with a

wallet full of food over his shoulder. At length he came to a large

house, at the door of which he knocked.

“What do you want?” asked the old man who opened it. And the youth told

him how his father had turned him out of his house because he was so

lazy and stupid, and he needed shelter for the night.

“That you shall have,” replied the man; “but to-morrow I shall give you

some work to do, for you must know that I am the chief herdsman of the

king.”

The youth made no answer to this. He felt, if he was to be made to work

after all, that he might as well have stayed where he was. But as he

did not see any other way of getting a bed, he went slowly in.

The herdsman’s two daughters and their mother were sitting at supper,

and invited him to join them. Nothing more was said about work, and

when the meal was over they all went to bed.

In the morning, when the young man was dressed, the herdsman called to

him and said:

“Now listen, and I will tell you what you have to do.”

“What is it?” asked the youth, sulkily.

“Nothing less than to look after two hundred pigs,” was the reply.

“Oh, I am used to that,” answered the youth.

“Yes; but this time you will have to do it properly,” said the

herdsman; and he took the youth to the place where the pigs were

feeding, and told him to drive them to the woods on the side of the

mountain. This the young man did, but as soon as they reached the

outskirts of the mountain they grew quite wild, and would have run away

altogether, had they not luckily gone towards a narrow ravine, from

which the youth easily drove them home to his father’s cottage.

“Where do all these pigs come from, and how did you get them?” asked

the old man in surprise, when his son knocked at the door of the hut he

had left only the day before.

“They belong to the king’s chief herdsman,” answered his son. “He gave

them to me to look after, but I knew I could not do it, so I drove them

straight to you. Now make the best of your good fortune, and kill them

and hang them up at once.”

“What are you talking about?” cried the father, pale with horror. “We

should certainly both be put to death if I did any such thing.”

“No, no; do as I tell you, and I will get out of it somehow,” replied

the young man. And in the end he had his way. The pigs were killed, and

laid side by side in a row. Then he cut off the tails and tied them

together with a piece of cord, and swinging the bundle over his back,

he returned to the place where they should have been feeding. Here

there was a small swamp, which was just what he wanted, and finding a

large stone, he fastened the rope to it, and sank it in the swamp,

after which he arranged the tails carefully one by one, so that only

their points were seen sticking out of the water. When everything was

in order, he hastened home to his master with such a sorrowful face

that the herdsman saw at once that something dreadful had happened.

“Where are the pigs?” asked he.

“Oh, don’t speak of them!” answered the young man; “I really can hardly

tell you. The moment they got into the field they became quite mad, and

each ran in a different direction. I ran too, hither and thither, but

as fast as I caught one, another was off, till I was in despair. At

last, however, I collected them all and was about to drive them back,

when suddenly they rushed down the hill into the swamp, where they

vanished completely, leaving only the points of their tails, which you

can see for yourself.”

“You have made up that story very well,” replied the herdsman.

“No, it is the real truth; come with me and I’ll prove it.” And they

went together to the spot, and there sure enough were the points of the

tails sticking up out of the water. The herdsman laid hold of the

nearest, and pulled at it with all his might, but it was no use, for

the stone and the rope held them all fast. He called to the young man

to help him, but the two did not succeed any better than the one had

done.

“Yes, your story was true after all; it is a wonderful thing,” said the

herdsman. “But I see it is no fault of yours, and I must put up with my

loss as well as I can. Now let us return home, for it is time for

supper.

Next morning the herdsman said to the young man: “I have got some other

work for you to do. To-day you must take a hundred sheep to graze; but

be careful that no harm befalls them.”

“I will do my best,” replied the youth. And he opened the gate of the

fold, where the sheep had been all night, and drove them out into the

meadow. But in a short time they grew as wild as the pigs had done, and

scattered in all directions. The young man could not collect them, try

as he would, and he thought to himself that this was the punishment for

his laziness in refusing to look after his father’s one cow.

At last, however, the sheep seemed tired of running about, and then the

youth managed to gather them together, and drove them, as before,

straight to his father’s house.

“Whose sheep are these, and what are they doing here?” asked the old

man in wonder, and his son told him. But when the tale was ended the

father shook his head.

“Give up these bad ways and take them back to your master,” said he.

“No, no,” answered the youth; “I am not so stupid as that! We will kill

them and have them for dinner.”

“You will lose your life if you do,” replied the father.

“Oh, I am not sure of that!” said the son, “and, anyway, I will have my

will for once.” And he killed all the sheep and laid them on the grass.

But he cut off the head of the ram which always led the flock and had

bells round its horns. This he took back to the place where they should

have been feeding, for here he had noticed a high rock, with a patch of

green grass in the middle and two or three thick bushes growing on the

edge. Up this rock he climbed with great difficulty, and fastened the

ram’s head to the bushes with a cord, leaving only the tips of the

horns with the bells visible. As there was a soft breeze blowing, the

bushes to which the head was tied moved gently, and the bells rang.

When all was done to his liking he hastened quickly back to his master.

“Where are the sheep?” asked the herdsman as the young man ran panting

up the steps.

“Oh! don’t speak of them,” answered he. “It is only by a miracle that I

am here myself.”

“Tell me at once what has happened,” said the herdsman sternly.

The youth began to sob, and stammered out: “I—I hardly know how to tell

you! They—they—they were so—so troublesome—that I could not manage them

at all. They—ran about in—in all directions, and I—I—ran after them and

nearly died of fatigue. Then I heard a—a noise, which I—I thought was

the wind. But—but—it was the sheep, which, be—before my very eyes, were

carried straight up—up into the air. I stood watching them as if I was

turned to stone, but there kept ringing in my ears the sound of the

bells on the ram which led them.”

“That is nothing but a lie from beginning to end,” said the herdsman.

“No, it is as true as that there is a sun in heaven,” answered the

young man.

“Then give me a proof of it,” cried his master.

“Well, come with me,” said the youth. By this time it was evening and

the dusk was falling. The young man brought the herdsman to the foot of

the great rock, but it was so dark you could hardly see. Still the

sound of sheep bells rang softly from above, and the herdsman knew them

to be those he had hung on the horns of his ram.

“Do you hear?” asked the youth.

“Yes, I hear; you have spoken the truth, and I cannot blame you for

what has happened. I must bear the loss as best as I can.”

He turned and went home, followed by the young man, who felt highly

pleased with his own cleverness.

“I should not be surprised if the tasks I set you were too difficult,

and that you were tired of them,” said the herdsman next morning; “but

to-day I have something quite easy for you to do. You must look after

forty oxen, and be sure you are very careful, for one of them has

gold-tipped horns and hoofs, and the king reckons it among his greatest

treasures.”

The young man drove out the oxen into the meadow, and no sooner had

they got there than, like the sheep and the pigs, they began to scamper

in all directions, the precious bull being the wildest of all. As the

youth stood watching them, not knowing what to do next, it came into

his head that his father’s cow was put out to grass at no great

distance; and he forthwith made such a noise that he quite frightened

the oxen, who were easily persuaded to take the path he wished. When

they heard the cow lowing they galloped all the faster, and soon they

all arrived at his father’s house.

The old man was standing before the door of his hut when the great herd

of animals dashed round a corner of the road, with his son and his own

cow at their head.

“Whose cattle are these, and why are they here?” he asked; and his son

told him the story.

“Take them back to your master as soon as you can,” said the old man;

but the son only laughed, and said:

“No, no; they are a present to you! They will make you fat!”

For a long while the old man refused to have anything to do with such a

wicked scheme; but his son talked him over in the end, and they killed

the oxen as they had killed the sheep and the pigs. Last of all they

came to the king’s cherished ox.

The son had a rope ready to cast round its horns, and throw it to the

ground, but the ox was stronger than the rope, and soon tore it in

pieces. Then it dashed away to the wood, the youth following; over

hedges and ditches they both went, till they reached the rocky pass

which bordered the herdsman’s land. Here the ox, thinking itself safe,

stopped to rest, and thus gave the young man a chance to come up with

it. Not knowing how to catch it, he collected all the wood he could

find and made a circle of fire round the ox, who by this time had

fallen asleep, and did not wake till the fire had caught its head, and

it was too late for it to escape. Then the young man, who had been

watching, ran home to his master.

“You have been away a long while,” said the herdsman. “Where are the

cattle?”

The young man gasped, and seemed as if he was unable to speak. At last

he answered:

“It is always the same story! The oxen are—gone—gone!”

“G-g-gone?” cried the herdsman. “Scoundrel, you lie!”

“I am telling you the exact truth,” answered the young man. “Directly

we came to the meadow they grew so wild that I could not keep them

together. Then the big ox broke away, and the others followed till they

all disappeared down a deep hole into the earth. It seemed to me that I

heard sounds of bellowing, and I thought I recognised the voice of the

golden horned ox; but when I got to the place from which the sounds had

come, I could neither see nor hear anything in the hole itself, though

there were traces of a fire all round it.”

“Wretch!” cried the herdsman, when he had heard this story, “even if

you did not lie before, you are lying now.”

“No, master, I am speaking the truth. Come and see for yourself.”

“If I find you have deceived me, you are a dead man, said the herdsman;

and they went out together.

“What do you call that?” asked the youth. And the herdsman looked and

saw the traces of a fire, which seemed to have sprung up from under the

earth.

“Wonder upon wonder,” he exclaimed, “so you really did speak the truth

after all! Well, I cannot reproach you, though I shall have to pay

heavily to my royal master for the value of that ox. But come, let us

go home! I will never set you to herd cattle again, henceforward I will

give you something easier to do.”

“I have thought of exactly the thing for you,” said the herdsman as

they walked along, “and it is so simple that you cannot make a mistake.

Just make me ten scythes, one for every man, for I want the grass mown

in one of my meadows to-morrow.”

At these words the youth’s heart sank, for he had never been trained

either as a smith or a joiner. However, he dared not say no, but smiled

and nodded.

Slowly and sadly he went to bed, but he could not sleep, for wondering

how the scythes were to be made. All the skill and cunning he had shown

before was of no use to him now, and after thinking about the scythes

for many hours, there seemed only one way open to him. So, listening to

make sure that all was still, he stole away to his parents, and told

them the whole story. When they had heard everything, they hid him

where no one could find him.

Time passed away, and the young man stayed at home doing all his

parents bade him, and showing himself very different from what he had

been before he went out to see the world; but one day he said to his

father that he should like to marry, and have a house of his own.

“When I served the king’s chief herdsman,” added he, “I saw his

daughter, and I am resolved to try if I cannot win her for my wife.”

“It will cost you your life, if you do,” answered the father, shaking

his head.

“Well, I will do my best,” replied his son; “but first give me the

sword which hangs over your bed!”

The old man did not understand what good the sword would do, however he

took it down, and the young man went his way.

Late in the evening he arrived at the house of the herdsman, and

knocked at the door, which was opened by a little boy.

“I want to speak to your master,” said he.

“So it is you?” cried the herdsman, when he had received the message.

“Well, you can sleep here to-night if you wish.”

“I have come for something else besides a bed,” replied the young man,

drawing his sword, “and if you do not promise to give me your youngest

daughter as my wife I will stab you through the heart.”

What could the poor man do but promise? And he fetched his youngest

daughter, who seemed quite pleased at the proposed match, and gave the

youth her hand.

Then the young man went home to his parents, and bade them get ready to

welcome his bride. And when the wedding was over he told his

father-in-law, the herdsman, what he had done with the sheep, and pigs,

and cattle. By-and-by the story came to the king’s ears, and he thought

that a man who was so clever was just the man to govern the country; so

he made him his minister, and after the king himself there was no one

so great as he.

[From Islandische Mährchen.]

Eisenkopf

Once upon a time there lived an old man who had only one son, whom he

loved dearly; but they were very poor, and often had scarcely enough to

eat. Then the old man fell ill, and things grew worse than ever, so he

called his son and said to him:

“My dear boy, I have no longer any food to give you, and you must go

into the world and get it for yourself. It does not matter what work

you do, but remember if you do it well and are faithful to your master,

you will always have your reward.”

So Peter put a piece of black bread in his knapsack, and strapping it

on his back, took a stout stick in his hand, and set out to seek his

fortune. For a long while he travelled on and on, and nobody seemed to

want him; but one day he met an old man, and being a polite youth, he

took off his hat and said: “Good morning,” in a pleasant voice. “Good

morning,” answered the old man; “and where are you going?”

“I am wandering through the country trying to get work,” replied Peter.

“Then stay with me, for I can give you plenty,” said the old man, and

Peter stayed.

His work did not seem hard, for he had only two horses and a cow to see

after, and though he had been hired for a year, the year consisted of

but three days, so that it was not long before he received his wages.

In payment the old man gave him a nut, and offered to keep him for

another year; but Peter was home-sick; and, besides, he would rather

have been paid ever so small a piece of money than a nut; for, thought

he, nuts grow on every tree, and I can gather as many as I like.

However, he did not say this to the old man, who had been kind to him,

but just bade him farewell.

The nearer Peter drew to his father’s house the more ashamed he felt at

having brought back such poor wages. What could one nut do for him?

Why, it would not buy even a slice of bacon. It was no use taking it

home, he might as well eat it. So he sat down on a stone and cracked it

with his teeth, and then took it out of his mouth to break off the

shell. But who could ever guess what came out of that nut? Why, horses

and oxen and sheep stepped out in such numbers that they seemed as if

they would stretch to the world’s end! The sight gave Peter such a

shock that he wrung his hands in dismay. What was he to do with all

these creatures, where was he to put them? He stood and gazed in

terror, and at this moment Eisenkopf came by.

“What is the matter, young man?” asked he.

“Oh, my friend, there is plenty the matter,” answered Peter. “I have

gained a nut as my wages, and when I cracked it this crowd of beasts

came out, and I don’t know what to do with them all!”

“Listen to me, my son,” said Eisenkopf. “If you will promise never to

marry I will drive them all back into the nut again.”

In his trouble Peter would have promised far harder things than this,

so he gladly gave the promise Eisenkopf asked for; and at a whistle

from the stranger the animals all began crowding into the nut again,

nearly tumbling over each other in their haste. When the last foot had

got inside, the two halves of the shell shut close. Then Peter put it

in his pocket and went on to the house.

No sooner had he reached it than he cracked his nut for the second

time, and out came the horses, sheep, and oxen again. Indeed Peter

thought that there were even more of them than before. The old man

could not believe his eyes when he saw the multitudes of horses, oxen

and sheep standing before his door.

“How did you come by all these?” he gasped, as soon as he could speak;

and the son told him the whole story, and of the promise he had given