BUSHY BRIDE

BUSHY BRIDE

Once on a time there was a widower, who had a son and a daughter by his first

marriage. Both were good children, and loved each other dearly. Some time after

the man married a widow, who had a daughter by her first husband, and she was

both ugly and bad, like her mother. So from the day the new wife came into the

house there was no peace for her stepchildren in any corner; and at last the

lad thought he’d best go out into the world, and try to earn his own

bread. And when he had wandered a while he came to a king’s palace, and

got a place under the coachman, and quick and willing he was, and the horses he

looked after were so sleek and clean that their coats shone again.

But the sister who stayed at home was treated worse than badly; both her

stepmother and stepsister were always at her, and wherever she went, and

whatever she did, they scolded and snarled so, the poor lassie hadn’t an

hour’s peace. All the hard work she was forced to do, and early and late

she got nothing but bad words, and little food besides.

So one day they had sent her to the burn to fetch water: and what do you think?

up popped an ugly, ugly head out of the pool, and said:

“Wash me, you lassie.”

“Yes, with all my heart I’ll wash you”, said the lassie. So

she began to wash and scrub the ugly head; but truth to say, she thought it

nasty work.

Well, as soon as she had done washing it, up popped another head out of the

pool, and this was uglier still.

“Brush me, you lassie”, said the head.

“Yes, with all my heart I’ll brush you.”

And with that she took in hand the matted locks, and you may fancy she

hadn’t very pleasant work with them. But when she had got over that, if a

third head didn’t pop up out of the pool, and this was far more ugly and

loathsome than both the others put together.

“Kiss me, you lassie!”

“Yes, I’ll kiss you”, said the lassie, and she did it too,

though she thought it the worst work she had ever had to do in her life.

Then the heads began to chatter together, and each asked what they should do

for the lassie who was so kind and gentle.

“That she be the prettiest lassie in the world, and as fair as the bright

day”, said the first head.

“That gold shall drop from her hair, every time she brushes it”,

said the second head.

“That gold shall fall from her mouth every time she speaks”, said

the third head.

So when the lassie came home looking so lovely, and beaming as the bright day

itself, her stepmother and her stepsister got more and more cross, and they got

worse still when she began to talk, and they saw how golden guineas fell from

her mouth. As for the stepmother, she got so mad with rage, she chased the

lassie into the pigsty. That was the right place for all her gold stuff, but as

for coming into the house, she wouldn’t hear of it.

Well, it wasn’t long before the stepmother wished her own daughter to go

to the burn to fetch water. So when she came to the water’s edge with her

buckets, up popped the first head.

“Wash me, you lassie”, it said.

“The Deil wash you”, said the stepdaughter.

So the second head popped up.

“Brush me, you lassie”, it said.

“The Deil brush you”, said the stepdaughter.

So down it went to the bottom, and the third head popped up.

“Kiss me, you lassie”, said the head.

“The Deil kiss you, you pig’s-snout”, said the girl.

Then the heads chattered together again, and asked what they should do to the

girl who was so spiteful and cross-grained; and they all agreed she should have

a nose four ells long, and a snout three ells long, and a pine bush right in

the midst of her forehead, and every time she spoke, ashes were to fall out of

her mouth.

So when she got home with her buckets, she bawled out to her mother:

“Open the door.”

“Open it yourself, my darling child”, said the mother.

“I can’t reach it because of my nose”, said the daughter.

So, when the mother came out and saw her, you may fancy what a way she was in,

and how she screamed and groaned; but, for all that, there were the nose and

the snout and the pine bush, and they got no smaller for all her grief.

Now the brother, who had got the place in the King’s stable, had taken a

little sketch of his sister, which he carried away with him, and every morning

and every evening he knelt down before the picture and prayed to Our Lord for

his sister, whom he loved so dearly. The other grooms had heard him praying, so

they peeped through the key-hole of his room, and there they saw him on his

knees before the picture. So they went about saying how the lad every morning

and every evening knelt down and prayed to an idol which he had, and at last

they went to the king himself and begged him only to peep through the key-hole,

and then His Majesty would see the lad, and what things he did. At first the

King wouldn’t believe it, but at last they talked him over, and he crept

on tiptoe to the door and peeped in. Yes, there was the lad on his knees before

the picture, which hung on the wall, praying with clasped hands.

“Open the door!” called out the King; but the lad didn’t hear

him.

So the King called out in a louder voice, but the lad was so deep in his

prayers he couldn’t hear him this time either. “OPEN THE DOOR, I

SAY!” roared out the King; “It’s I, the King, who want to

come in.”

Well, up jumped the lad and ran to the door, and unlocked it, but in his hurry

he forgot to hide the picture. But when the King came in and saw the picture,

he stood there as if he were fettered, and couldn’t stir from the spot,

so lovely he thought the picture.

“So lovely a woman there isn’t in all the wide world”, said

the King.

But the lad told him she was his sister whom he had drawn, and if she

wasn’t prettier than that, at least she wasn’t uglier.

“Well, if she’s so lovely”, said the King, “I’ll

have her for my queen”; and then he ordered the lad to set off home that

minute, and not be long on the road either. So the lad promised to make as much

haste as he could, and started off from the King’s palace.

When the brother came home to fetch his sister, the step-mother and stepsister

said they must go too. So they all set out, and the good lassie had a casket in

which she kept her gold, and a little dog, whose name was “Little

Flo”; those two things were all her mother left her. And when they had

gone a while, they came to a lake which they had to cross; so the brother sat

down at the helm, and the stepmother and the two girls sat in the bow foreward,

and so they sailed a long, long way.

At last they caught sight of land.

“There”, said the brother, “where you see the white strand

yonder, there’s where we’re to land”; and as he said this he

pointed across the water.

“What is it my brother says?” asked the good lassie.

“He says you must throw your casket overboard”, said the

stepmother.

“Well, when my brother says it, I must do it”, said the lassie, and

overboard went the casket.

When they had sailed a bit farther, the brother pointed again across the lake.

“There you see the castle we’re going to.”

“What is it my brother says?” asked the lassie.

“He says now you must throw your little dog overboard”, said the

stepmother.

Then the lassie wept and was sore grieved, for Little Flo was the dearest thing

she had in the world, but at last she threw him overboard.

“When my brother says it, I must do it, but heaven knows how it hurts me

to throw you over, Little Flo”, she said.

So they sailed on a good bit still.

“There you see the King coming down to meet us”, said the brother,

and pointed towards the strand.

“What is it my brother says”, asked the lassie.

“Now he says you must make haste and throw yourself overboard”,

said the stepmother.

Well, the lassie wept and moaned; but when her brother told her to do that, she

thought she ought to do it, and so she leapt down into the lake.

But when they came to the palace, and the King saw the loathly bride, with a

nose four ells long, and a snout three ells long, and a pine-bush in the midst

of her forehead, he was quite scared out of his wits; but the wedding was all

ready, both in brewing and baking, and there sat all the wedding guests,

waiting for the bride; and so the King couldn’t help himself, but was

forced to take her for better for worse. But angry he was, that any one can

forgive him, and so he had the brother thrown into a pit full of snakes.

Well, the first Thursday evening after the wedding, about midnight, in came a

lovely lady into the palace-kitchen, and begged the kitchen-maid, who slept

there, so prettily, to lend her a brush. That she got, and then she brushed her

hair, and as she brushed, down dropped gold, A little dog was at her heel, and

to him she said:

“Run out, Little Flo, and see if it will soon be day.”

This she said three times, and the third time she sent the dog it was just

about the time the dawn begins to peep. Then she had to go, but as she went she

sung:

Out on you, ugly Bushy Bride, Lying so warm by the King’s left side; While I on sand and gravel sleep, And over my brother adders creep, And all without a tear.

“Now I come twice more, and then never again.”

So next morning the kitchen-maid told what she had seen and heard, and the King

said he’d watch himself next Thursday night in the kitchen, and see if it

were true, and as soon as it got dark, out he went into the kitchen to the

kitchen-maid. But all he could do, and however much he rubbed his eyes and

tried to keep himself awake, it was no good; for the Bushy Bride chaunted and

sang till his eyes closed, and so when the lovely lady came, there he slept and

snored. This time, too, as before, she borrowed a brush, and brushed her hair

till the gold dropped, and sent her dog out three times, and as soon as it was

gray dawn, away she went singing the same words, and adding:

“Now I come once more, and then never again.”

The third Thursday evening the King said he would watch again; and he set two

men to hold him, one under each arm, who were to shake and jog him every time

he wanted to fall asleep; and two men he set to watch his Bushy Bride. But when

the night wore on, the Bushy Bride began to chaunt and sing, so that his eyes

began to wink, and his head hung down on his shoulders. Then in came the lovely

lady, and got the brush and brushed her hair, till the gold dropped from it;

after that she sent Little Flo out again to see if it would soon be day, and

this she did three times. The third time it began, to get gray in the east;

then she sang,

Out on you, ugly Bushy Bride, Lying so warm by the King’s left side; While I on sand and gravel sleep, And over my brother adders creep, And all without a tear.

“Now I come back never more”, she said, and went towards the door.

But the two men who held the King under the arms, clenched his hands together,

and put a knife into his grasp; and so, somehow or other, they got him to cut

her in her little finger, and drew blood. Then the true bride was freed, and

the King woke up, and she told him now the whole story, and how her stepmother

and sister had deceived her. So the King sent at once and took her brother out

of the pit of snakes, and the adders hadn’t done him the least harm, but

the stepmother and her daughter were thrown into it in his stead.

And now no one can tell how glad the King was to be rid of that ugly Bushy

Bride, and to get a Queen who was as lovely and bright as the day itself. So

the true wedding was held, and every one talked of it over seven kingdoms; and

then the King and Queen drove to church in their coach, and Little Flo went

inside with them too, and when the blessing was given they drove back again,

and after that I saw nothing more of them.

BOOTS AND HIS BROTHERS Once on a time there was a man who had three sons, Peter, Paul, and John. John

was Boots, of course, because he was the youngest. I can’t say the man

had anything more than these three sons, for he hadn’t one penny to rub

against another; and so he told his sons over and over again they must go out

into the world and try to earn their bread, for there at home there was nothing

to be looked for but starving to death. Now, a bit off the man’s cottage was the king’s palace, and you

must know, just against the king’s windows a great oak had sprung up,

which was so stout and big that it took away all the light from the

king’s palace. The King had said he would give many, many dollars to the

man who could fell the oak, but no one was man enough for that, for as soon as

ever one chip of the oak’s trunk flew off, two grew in its stead. A well,

too, the King had dug, which was to hold water for the whole year; for all his

neighbours had wells, but he hadn’t any, and that he thought a shame. So

the King said he would give any one who could dig him such a well as would hold

water for a whole year round, both money and goods; but no one could do it, for

the King’s palace lay high, high up on a hill, and they hadn’t dug

a few inches before they came upon the living rock. But as the King had set his heart on having these two things done, he had it

given out far and wide, in all the churches of his kingdom, that he who could

fell the big oak in the king’s court-yard, and get him a well that would

hold water the whole year round, should have the Princess and half the kingdom.

Well! you may easily know there was many a man who came to try his luck; but

for all their hacking and hewing, and all their digging and delving, it was no

good. The oak got bigger and stouter at every stroke, and the rock didn’t

get softer either. So one day those three brothers thought they’d set off

and try too, and their father hadn’t a word against it; for even if they

didn’t get the Princess and half the kingdom, it might happen they might

get a place somewhere with a good master; and that was all he wanted. So when

the brothers said they thought of going to the palace, their father said

“yes” at once. So Peter, Paul, and Jack went off from their home. Well! they hadn’t gone far before they came to a fir wood, and up along

one side of it rose a steep hill-side, and as they went, they heard something

hewing and hacking away up on-the hill among the trees. “I wonder now what it is that is hewing away up yonder?” said Jack. “You’re always so clever with your wonderings”, said Peter

and Paul both at once. “What wonder is it, pray, that a woodcutter should

stand and hack up on a hill-side?” “Still, I’d like to see what it is, after all”, said Jack;

and up he went. “Oh, if you’re such a child, ’twill do you good to go and

take a lesson”, bawled out his brothers after him. But Jack didn’t care for what they said; he climbed the steep hill-side

towards where the noise came, and when he reached the place, what do you think

he saw? why, an axe that stood there hacking and hewing, all of itself, at the

trunk of a fir. “Good day!” said Jack. “So you stand here all alone and hew,

do you?” “Yes; here I’ve stood and hewed and hacked a long long time,

waiting for you”, said the Axe. “Well, here I am at last”, said Jack, as he took the axe, pulled it

off its haft, and stuffed both head and haft into his wallet. So when he got down again to his brothers, they began to jeer and laugh at him. “And now, what funny thing was it you saw up yonder on the

hill-side?” they said. “Oh, it was only an axe we heard”, said Jack. So when they had gone a bit farther, they came under a steep spur of rock, and

up there they heard something digging and shovelling. “I wonder now,” said Jack, “what it is digging and shovelling

up yonder at the top of the rock.” “Ah, you’re always so clever with your wonderings”, said

Peter and Paul again, “as if you’d never heard a woodpecker hacking

and pecking at a hollow tree.” “Well, well”, said Jack, “I think it would be a piece of fun

just to see what it really is.” And so off he set to climb the rock, while the others laughed and made game of

him. But he didn’t care a bit for that; up he clomb, and when he got near

the top, what do you think he saw? Why, a spade that stood there digging and

delving. “Good day!” said Jack. “So you stand here all alone, and dig

and delve!” “Yes, that’s what I do”, said the Spade, “and

that’s what I’ve done this many a long day, waiting for you.” “Well, here I am”, said Jack again, as he took the spade and

knocked it off its handle, and put it into his wallet, and then down again to

his brothers. “Well, what was it, so rare and strange”, said Peter and Paul,

“that you saw up there at the top of the rock?” “Oh,”, said Jack, “nothing more than a spade; that was what

we heard.” So they went on again a good bit, till they came to a brook. They were thirsty,

all three, after their long walk, and so they lay down beside the brook to have

a drink. “I wonder now”, said Jack, “where all this water comes

from.” “I wonder if you’re right in your head”, said Peter and Paul,

in one breath. “If you’re not mad already, you’ll go mad very

soon, with your wonderings. Where the brook comes from, indeed! Have you never

heard how water rises from a spring in the earth?” “Yes! but still I’ve a great fancy to see where this brook comes

from”, said Jack. So up alongside the brook he went, in spite of all that his brothers bawled

after him. Nothing could stop him. On he went. So, as he went up and up, the

brook got smaller and smaller, and at last, a little way farther on, what do

you think he saw? Why, a great walnut, and out of that the water trickled. “Good-day!” said Jack again. “So you lie here, and trickle

and run down all alone?” “Yes, I do,” said the Walnut; “and here have I trickled and

run this many a long day, waiting for you.” “Well, here I am”, said Jack, as he took up a lump of moss and

plugged up the hole, that the water mightn’t run out. Then he put the

walnut into his wallet, and ran down to his brothers. “Well now”, said Peter and Paul, “have you found out where

the water comes from? A rare sight it must have been!” “Oh, after all, it was only a hole it ran out of”, said Jack; and

so the others laughed and made game of him again, but Jack didn’t mind

that a bit. “After all, I had the fun of seeing it”, said he. So when they had

gone a bit farther, they came to the king’s palace; but as every one in

the kingdom had heard how they might win the Princess and half the realm, if

they could only fell the big oak and dig the king’s well, so many had

come to try their luck that the oak was now twice as stout and big as it had

been at first, for two chips grew for every one they hewed out with their axes,

as I daresay you all bear in mind. So the King had now laid it down as a

punishment, that if any one tried and couldn’t fell the oak, he should be

put on a barren island, and both his ears were to be clipped off. But the two

brothers didn’t let themselves be scared by that; they were quite sure

they could fell the oak, and Peter, as he was eldest, was to try his hand

first; but it went with him as with all the rest who had hewn at the oak; for

every chip he cut out, two grew in its place. So the king’s men seized

him, and clipped off both his ears, and put him out on the island. Now Paul, he was to try his luck, but he fared just the same; when he had hewn

two or three strokes, they began to see the oak grow, and so the king’s

men seized him too, and clipped his ears, and put him out on the island; and

his ears they clipped closer, because they said he ought to have taken a lesson

from his brother. So now Jack was to try. “If you will look like a marked sheep, we’re quite ready to

clip your ears at once, and then you’ll save yourself some bother”,

said the King; for he was angry with him for his brothers’ sake. “Well, I’d like just to try first”, said Jack, and so he got

leave. Then he took his axe out of his wallet and fitted it to its haft. “Hew away!” said he to his axe; and away it hewed, making the chips

fly again, so that it wasn’t long before down came the oak. When that was done, Jack pulled out his spade, and fitted it to its handle. “Dig away!” said he to the spade; and so the spade began to dig and

delve till the earth and rock flew out in splinters, and so he had the well

soon dug out, you may think. And when he had got it as big and deep as he chose, Jack took out his walnut

and laid it in one corner of the well, and pulled the plug of moss out. “Trickle and run”, said Jack; and so the nut trickled and ran, till

the water gushed out of the hole in a stream, and in a short time the well was

brimfull. Then Jack had felled the oak which shaded the king’s palace, and dug a

well in the palace-yard, and so he got the Princess and half the kingdom, as

the King had said; but it was lucky for Peter and Paul that they had lost their

ears, else they had heard each hour and day, how every one said, “Well,

after all, Jack wasn’t so much out of his mind when he took to

wondering.”