How Henry Hagglyhoagly Played The
by Carl Sandburg · from Rootabaga Stories
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It was a very, very cold night. The wind blew hard. Henry walked in the snow. He had a special guitar. He walked to Susan's house. Henry wanted to play music for Susan. It was a very cold night. Henry felt the cold wind.
The sky was dark and big. Many, many stars shined bright. The stars looked like little lights. The wind blew strong. It was a very cold wind. Henry felt the cold on his face.
Henry had warm mittens. They were on his hands. "Hello, mittens!" he said. "You keep my fingers warm." His nose got cold too. Henry rubbed his nose. His mittens helped his nose. "Thank you, mittens," he said. "You are my good friends. You keep me warm."
Henry had a guitar. It was a special guitar. "This is my Splishy guitar," he said. "I worked hard on the farm. I saved my money. I bought this guitar. It is a very good guitar. It makes nice music."
"I will play for Susan," Henry said. "Susan lives in a big house. Her dad grows many rutabagas. He is the rutabaga king. I will play a song for Susan. This special guitar will play the song. It will be a nice song."
The cold wind blew and blew. It tried to take the guitar. Henry held his guitar tight. He held it under his arm. The wind could not take it. Henry was strong.
Henry walked a long way. He saw a big field. Many rutabagas grew there. "Ah," he said. "This is Susan's house." He was happy. He stood near the house.
Henry looked at his mittens. "Should I take you off?" he asked. "My hands will get cold. My fingers will freeze. I cannot play the guitar then. But can I play with mittens on?"
Henry thought and thought. "I will play with mittens on!" he said. It was a new idea. No one played guitar like this. It was a special way. Henry was very clever.
Henry stood under Susan's window. He held his guitar. He played a sweet song. His mittens were still on. The music was very nice. Henry played well.
Susan heard the music. She opened her window. She saw Henry playing. Susan smiled at Henry. She threw a feather. It was a soft, white feather. "Thank you," the feather said. It was a special gift.
Everyone heard about Henry. He played guitar with mittens. It was a special way. It showed love. Many years later, lovers said: "Play with mittens on!" It was a sweet new way.
Henry walked home. He was very happy. "This guitar brings us luck," he said. The sky was dark and big. Many, many stars shined bright. Henry found a new way. Sometimes, new ideas are the best ideas!
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Original Story
How Henry Hagglyhoagly Played the
Guitar with His Mittens On
Sometimes in January the sky comes down close if we walk on a country road, and turn our faces up to look at the sky.
Sometimes on that kind of a January night the stars look like numbers, look like the arithmetic writing of a girl going to school and just beginning arithmetic.
It was this kind of a night Henry Hagglyhoagly was walking down a country road on his way to the home of Susan Slackentwist, the daughter of the rutabaga king near the Village of Liver-and-Onions. When Henry Hagglyhoagly turned his face up to look at the sky it seemed to him as though the sky came down close to his nose, and there was a writing in stars as though some girl had been doing arithmetic examples, writing number 4 and number 7 and 4 and 7 over and over again across the sky.
“Why is it so bitter cold weather?” Henry Hagglyhoagly asked himself, “if I say many bitter bitters it is not so bitter as the cold wind and the cold weather.”
“You are good, mittens, keeping my fingers warm,” he said every once in a while to the wool yarn mittens on his hands.
The wind came tearing along and put its chilly, icy, clammy clamps on the nose of Henry Hagglyhoagly, fastening the clamps like a nipping, gripping clothes pin on his nose. He put his wool yarn mittens up on his nose and rubbed till the wind took off the chilly, icy, clammy clamps. His nose was warm again; he said, “Thank you, mittens, for keeping my nose warm.”
It seemed to him as though the sky came down close to his nose
He spoke to his wool yarn mittens as though they were two kittens or pups, or two little cub bears, or two little Idaho ponies. “You’re my chums keeping me company,” he said to the mittens.
“Do you know what we got here under our left elbow?” he said to the mittens, “I shall mention to you what is here under my left elbow.
“It ain’t a mandolin, it ain’t a mouth organ nor an accordion nor a concertina nor a fiddle. It is a guitar, a Spanish Spinnish Splishy guitar made special.
“Yes, mittens, they said a strong young man like me ought to have a piano because a piano is handy to play for everybody in the house and a piano is handy to put a hat and overcoat on or books or flowers.
“I snizzled at ’em, mittens. I told ’em I seen a Spanish Spinnish Splishy guitar made special in a hardware store window for eight dollars and a half.
“And so, mittens—are you listening, mittens?—after cornhusking was all husked and the oats thrashing all thrashed and the rutabaga digging all dug, I took eight dollars and a half in my inside vest pocket and I went to the hardware store.
“I put my thumbs in my vest pocket and I wiggled my fingers like a man when he is proud of what he is going to have if he gets it. And I said to the head clerk in the hardware store, ‘Sir, the article I desire to purchase this evening as one of your high class customers, the article I desire to have after I buy it for myself, is the article there in the window, sir, the Spanish Spinnish Splishy guitar.’
“And, mittens, if you are listening, I am taking this Spanish Spinnish Splishy guitar to go to the home of Susan Slackentwist, the daughter of the rutabaga king near the Village of Liver-and-Onions, to sing a serenade song.”
The cold wind of the bitter cold weather blew and blew, trying to blow the guitar out from under the left elbow of Henry Hagglyhoagly. And the worse the wind blew the tighter he held his elbow holding the guitar where he wanted it.
He walked on and on with his long legs stepping long steps till at last he stopped, held his nose in the air, and sniffed.
“Do I sniff something or do I not?” he asked, lifting his wool yarn mittens to his nose and rubbing his nose till it was warm. Again he sniffed.
“Ah hah, yeah, yeah, this is the big rutabaga field near the home of the rutabaga king and the home of his daughter, Susan Slackentwist.”
At last he came to the house, stood under the window and slung the guitar around in front of him to play the music to go with the song.
“And now,” he asked his mittens, “shall I take you off or keep you on? If I take you off the cold wind of the bitter cold weather will freeze my hands so stiff and bitter cold my fingers will be too stiff to play the guitar. I will play with mittens on.”
Which he did. He stood under the window of Susan Slackentwist and played the guitar with his mittens on, the warm wool yarn mittens he called his chums. It was the first time any strong young man going to see his sweetheart ever played the guitar with his mittens on when it was a bitter night with a cold wind and cold weather.
Susan Slackentwist opened her window and threw him a snow-bird feather to keep for a keepsake to remember her by. And for years afterward many a sweetheart in the Rootabaga Country told her lover, “If you wish to marry me let me hear you under my window on a winter night playing the guitar with wool yarn mittens on.”
And when Henry Hagglyhoagly walked home on his long legs stepping long steps, he said to his mittens, “This Spanish Spinnish Splishy guitar made special will bring us luck.” And when he turned his face up, the sky came down close and he could see stars fixed like numbers and the arithmetic writing of a girl going to school learning to write number 4 and number 7 and 4 and 7 over and over.
Story DNA
Moral
Sometimes, unconventional solutions are the most effective and memorable.
Plot Summary
On a bitterly cold January night, Henry Hagglyhoagly walks to serenade his sweetheart, Susan Slackentwist, with his special 'Spanish Spinnish Splishy guitar'. He talks to his warm wool mittens, treating them as companions and recounting how he acquired the guitar. Upon arriving at Susan's house, faced with freezing hands, Henry ingeniously decides to play the guitar with his mittens still on. His unique serenade is successful, earning him a snow-bird feather from Susan, and his act becomes a legendary test of love in the Rootabaga Country.
Themes
Emotional Arc
anticipation to triumph
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Carl Sandburg's Rootabaga Stories are known for their whimsical, distinctly American folk tales, often playing with language and common phrases.
Plot Beats (13)
- On a bitter cold January night, Henry Hagglyhoagly walks to Susan Slackentwist's home to serenade her.
- He notices the sky is close and stars look like arithmetic, and the wind is intensely cold.
- Henry talks to his wool yarn mittens, thanking them for keeping his fingers and nose warm, treating them as chums.
- He tells his mittens about the 'Spanish Spinnish Splishy guitar' he is carrying, which he bought after harvest work.
- He explains his intention to serenade Susan, the daughter of the rutabaga king, with this special guitar.
- The strong wind attempts to dislodge the guitar, but Henry holds it firmly.
- Henry arrives at Susan's house, identifying it by the rutabaga field.
- He considers whether to remove his mittens to play, realizing his hands would freeze.
- Henry decides to play the guitar with his mittens on, an unusual and unprecedented act.
- He successfully plays his serenade under Susan's window.
- Susan opens her window and throws him a snow-bird feather as a keepsake.
- Henry's act of playing with mittens on becomes a legendary requirement for lovers in the Rootabaga Country.
- Walking home, Henry tells his mittens the guitar will bring them luck, and again sees the stars like arithmetic.
Characters
Henry Hagglyhoagly ★ protagonist
Tall and strong, with long legs that take long steps. His build is robust, indicative of someone accustomed to farm work like cornhusking, oat thrashing, and rutabaga digging. He has a nose that is susceptible to the cold.
Attire: Practical, warm, rural attire suitable for a January night. He wears a vest, under which he keeps money in an inside pocket. His most distinctive items are his wool yarn mittens, which he values for their warmth.
Wants: To serenade Susan Slackentwist and win her affection, demonstrating his unique charm and musical talent despite the harsh weather.
Flaw: His hands and nose are very sensitive to the bitter cold, requiring his mittens for protection, which complicates his guitar playing.
He starts as a determined suitor facing a challenge (the cold and playing guitar with mittens). He succeeds in his serenade, proving his unique character and setting a new romantic trend in Rootabaga Country. He gains confidence and a keepsake.
Determined, resourceful, affectionate (towards his mittens), a bit whimsical, and persistent. He is proud of his guitar and his ability to overcome challenges.
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A tall, strong young man standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a sturdy build, long legs, and a determined expression. He wears practical, warm, dark wool trousers, a simple linen shirt, and a dark vest, with a heavy, practical overcoat. His hands are covered in thick, light grey wool yarn mittens. He holds a Spanish-style acoustic guitar, made of dark polished wood, positioned to play. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Susan Slackentwist ◆ supporting
No specific physical description is given, but as the daughter of a "rutabaga king," she is likely well-fed and healthy, perhaps with a gentle demeanor.
Attire: Not specified, but she would be dressed in warm, comfortable nightwear suitable for a young woman in a rural home during winter.
Wants: To find a suitable and uniquely romantic partner, and to be serenaded in a memorable way.
Flaw: None explicitly stated, but perhaps a susceptibility to romantic gestures.
She starts as the object of Henry's affection and becomes the inspiration for a new romantic tradition in Rootabaga Country, changing the expectations for future suitors.
Appreciative, romantic, and perhaps a bit whimsical, as she responds positively to Henry's unusual serenade and establishes a new romantic tradition.
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A young woman with a gentle expression, leaning slightly out of an open wooden window frame, full body visible from head to toe. She has soft, wavy light brown hair, kind blue eyes, and fair skin. She wears a simple, long-sleeved cream-colored nightgown made of soft cotton. She holds a single delicate white snow-bird feather in her right hand. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Country Road to Susan Slackentwist's Home
A desolate country road, likely unpaved and possibly snow-dusted, stretching under a vast, low-hanging January night sky. The air is bitter cold, with a tearing, icy wind. The sky is filled with stars that appear like arithmetic numbers, '4' and '7' repeated.
Mood: Desolate, biting cold, slightly surreal due to the star-numbers, but also determined and hopeful for Henry.
Henry Hagglyhoagly walks to Susan's house, conversing with his mittens and guitar, enduring the cold.
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A desolate, snow-dusted country road stretches into the distance under a vast, inky January night sky. The horizon is a faint line against the dark, and the air shimmers with the biting cold. Overhead, countless stars are scattered like precise, glowing numbers '4' and '7' across the deep blue-black firmament, giving the scene a surreal, almost mathematical quality. No specific vegetation is visible, only the stark, open expanse. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Rutabaga Field
A large, open field, likely barren or covered in stubble from harvested rutabagas, possibly with a thin layer of snow. It's identifiable by its distinct earthy scent, signaling proximity to the 'rutabaga king's' home.
Mood: Anticipatory, cold, a landmark indicating arrival.
Henry recognizes his arrival at Susan's property by the smell of the rutabaga field.
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A wide, flat field stretches under a dark, star-dusted winter night sky. The ground is covered in a thin, uneven layer of frost or sparse snow, with the faint, irregular patterns of harvested rutabaga stubble visible beneath. The air is crisp and still, carrying the subtle, earthy scent of the root vegetables. In the far distance, a faint, warm glow hints at a dwelling. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Susan Slackentwist's House Window
The exterior of a house, specifically the area directly beneath a window. The house is likely a simple, sturdy farmhouse typical of the 'Rootabaga Country', possibly with a wooden or clapboard exterior, enduring the bitter cold night.
Mood: Romantic, hopeful, cold, iconic.
Henry serenades Susan, playing his guitar with mittens on, and Susan opens the window to give him a feather.
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The exterior wall of a simple, sturdy American farmhouse, constructed of weathered timber planks, stands against the bitter cold of a January night. A single, rectangular window, possibly with small panes, is set into the wall, glowing faintly with interior light. Below the window, the ground is covered in a light dusting of snow, reflecting the faint starlight. The air is still and sharp, with a sense of quiet anticipation. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
