The Bear and Skrattel
by Unknown · from The Fairy Ring
Adapted Version
Gunter was a kind huntsman. He had a special friend. Bruin was a big white bear. Bruin was very gentle. He loved Gunter very much. They played many games together. Bruin was a good bear. He was strong and brave. The King of Norway was happy. He wanted to send a gift. He chose Bruin, the white bear. Bruin was a special gift. Gunter was Bruin's best friend. Gunter would take Bruin. They would go to Denmark. It was a very long trip. The King was very pleased. Gunter and Bruin would go. They would start soon.
Gunter and Bruin started their trip. They walked for many days. They walked over green hills. They walked through quiet valleys. The sun shone brightly. Birds sang sweet songs. Flowers grew everywhere. The air was warm and soft. Gunter felt happy. Bruin walked beside him. Then the weather changed. Dark clouds came. The sky turned grey. Wind blew very hard. Trees swayed and bent. Rain started to fall. It fell very fast. Gunter and Bruin were tired. They were very wet. They needed a warm place. They needed a dry place. They had no food left. Their stomachs rumbled.
A woodman came by. He pulled his horse slowly. He saw Gunter and Bruin. Gunter asked for help. He was very polite. The Woodman saw big Bruin. Bruin was very large. The Woodman worried a little. His own house was small. It was too small for Bruin. He had a clever idea. He smiled a bit. "My old house is empty," he said. "It is not far from here. A noisy little creature lives there. He likes to play tricks. Gunter and Bruin could go. You could stay there for the night. It is warm and dry." Gunter thanked the Woodman. Bruin gave a soft rumble.
Gunter and Bruin walked to the house. It was an old house. The door creaked open. It was dark inside. Gunter found some wood. He made a small fire. The fire felt warm. It made shadows dance. Bruin sat by the fire. He stretched his big paws. Gunter took out some food. It was dry bread. They were very hungry. They ate their simple meal. The bread tasted good. The house felt safe. It felt warm and cozy. They were happy to be inside. The storm still raged outside.
The noisy creature came back. It was Skrattel. He was very small. He had tiny feet. He wore a red cap. Skrattel did not see Gunter. Gunter was quiet. He did not see big Bruin. Bruin was very still. Skrattel began his tricks. He loved to play tricks. A spoon fell down. It made a soft clink. The door made a cre
Original Story
The Bear and Skrattel
ONE Christmas Day, the King of Norway sat in the great hall of his palace, holding a feast. "Here's a health," said he, "to our brother the King of Denmark! What present shall we send our royal brother as a pledge of our good will, this Christmas-time?" "Send him, please your majesty," said the Norseman Gunter, who was the King's chief huntsman, "one of our fine white bears, that his liegemen may show their little ones what sort of kittens we play with." "Well said, Gunter!" cried the King; "but how shall we find a bear that will travel so long a journey willingly, and will know how to behave himself to our worthy brother when he reaches him?" "Please your majesty," said Gunter, "I have a glorious fellow, as white as snow, that I caught when he was a cub; he will follow me wherever I go, play with my children, stand on his hind legs, and behave himself as well as any gentleman ought to do. He is at your service, and I will myself take him wherever you choose."
So the King was well pleased, and ordered Gunter to set off at once with master Bruin: "Start with the morning's dawn," said he, "and make the best of your way."
The Norseman went home to his house in the forest; and early next morning he waked master Bruin, put the King's collar round his neck, and away they went over rocks and valleys, lakes and seas, the nearest road to the court of the King of Denmark. When they arrived there, the King was away on a journey, and Gunter and his fellow-traveler set out to follow. It was bright weather, the sun shone, and the birds sang, as they journeyed merrily on, day after day, over hill and over dale, till they came within a day's journey of where the King was.
All that afternoon they traveled through a gloomy, dark forest; but toward evening the wind began to whistle through the trees, and the clouds began to gather and threaten a stormy night. The road, too, was very rough, and it was not easy to tell which was more tired, Bruin or his master. What made the matter worse was that they had found no inn that day by the roadside, and their provisions had fallen short, so that they had no very pleasant prospect before them for the night. "A pretty affair this!" said Gunter. "I am likely to be charmingly off here in the woods, with an empty stomach, a damp bed, and a bear for my bedfellow."
While the Norseman was turning this over in his mind, the wind blew harder and harder, and the clouds grew darker and darker: the bear shook his ears, and his master looked at his wits' end, when to his great joy a woodman came whistling along out of the woods, by the side of his horse dragging a load of fagots. As soon as he came up Gunter stopped him, and begged hard for a night's lodging for himself and his countryman.
The woodman seemed hearty and good-natured enough, and was quite ready to find shelter for the huntsman; but as to the bear, he had never seen such a beast before in his life, and would have nothing to do with him on any terms. The huntsman begged hard for his friend, and told how he was bringing him as a present to the King of Denmark; and how he was the most good-natured, best-behaved animal in the world, though he must allow that he was by no means one of the handsomest.
The woodman, however, was not to be moved. His wife, he was sure, would not like such a guest, and who could say what he might take it into his head to do? Besides, he should lose his dog and his cat, his ducks and his geese; for they would all run away for fright, whether the bear was disposed to be friends with them or not.
"Good night, master huntsman!" said he; "if you and old shaggy-back there cannot part, I am afraid you must e'en stay where you are, though you will have a sad night of it, no doubt." Then he cracked his whip, whistled up his horse, and set off once more on his way homeward.
The huntsman grumbled, and Bruin grunted, as they followed slowly after; when to their great joy they saw the woodman, before he had gone many yards, pull up his horse once more and turn round. "Stay, stay!" said he; "I think I can tell you of a better plan than sleeping in a ditch. I know where you may find shelter, if you will run the risk of a little trouble from an unlucky imp that has taken up its abode in my old house down the hill yonder. You must know, friend, that till last winter I lived in yon snug little house that you will see at the foot of the hill if you come this way. Everything went smoothly on with us till one unlucky night, when the storm blew as it seems likely to do to-night, some spiteful guest took it into his head to pay us a visit; and there have ever since been such noises, clattering, and scampering up stairs and down, from midnight till the cock crows in the morning, that at last we were fairly driven out of house and home. What he is like no one knows; for we never saw him or anything belonging to him, except a little crooked high-heeled shoe, that he left one night in the pantry. But though we have not seen him, we know he has a hand or a paw as heavy as lead; for when it pleases him to lay it upon anyone, down he goes as if the blacksmith's hammer had hit him. There is no end of his monkey tricks. If the linen is hung out to dry, he cuts the line. If he wants a cup of ale, he leaves the tap running. If the fowls are shut up, he lets them loose. He puts the pig into the garden, rides upon the cows, and turns the horses into the hay yard; and several times he nearly burned the house down, by leaving a candle alight among the fagots. And then he is sometimes so nimble and active that when he is once in motion, nothing stands still around him, Dishes and plates—pots and pans—dance about, clattering, making the most horrible music, and breaking each other to pieces; and sometimes, when the whim takes him, the chairs and tables seem as if they were alive, and dancing a hornpipe, or playing battledore and shuttlecock together. Even the stones and beams of the house seem rattling against one another; and it is of no use putting things in order, for the first freak the imp took would turn everything upside down again.
"My wife and I bore such a lodger as long as we could, but at length we were fairly beaten; and as he seemed to have taken up his abode in the house, we thought it best to give up to him what he wanted; and the little rascal knew what we were about when we were moving, and seemed afraid we should not go soon enough. So he helped us off; for on the morning we were to start, as we were going to put our goods upon the wagon, there it stood before the door ready loaded; and when we started we heard a loud laugh, and a little sharp voice cried out of the window, 'Good-by, neighbors!' So now he has our old house all to himself to play his gambols in, whenever he likes to sleep within doors; and we have built ourselves a snug cottage on the other side of the hill, where we live as well as we can, though we have no great room to make merry in. Now if you, and your ugly friend there, like to run the hazard of taking up your quarters in the elf's house, pray do! Yonder is the road. He may not be at home to-night."
"We will try our luck," said Gunter. "Anything is better to my mind than sleeping out of doors such a night as this. Your troublesome neighbor will perhaps think so, too, and we may have to fight for our lodging; but never mind, Bruin is rather an awkward hand to quarrel with, and the goblin may perhaps find a worse welcome from him than your house dog could give him. He will at any rate let him know what a bear's hug is; for I dare say he has not been far enough north to know much about it yet."
Then the woodman gave Gunter a fagot to make his fire with, and wished him a good night. He and the bear soon found their way to the deserted house, and no one being at home they walked into the kitchen and made a capital fire.
"Lack-a-day!" said the Norseman; "I forgot one thing—I ought to have asked that good man for some supper; I have nothing left but some dry bread. However, this is better than sleeping in the woods. We must make the most of what we have, keep ourselves warm, and get to bed as soon as we can." So after eating up all their crusts, and drinking some water from the well close by, the huntsman wrapped himself up close in his cloak, and lay down in the snuggest corner he could find. Bruin rolled himself up in the corner of the wide fireplace, and both were fast asleep, the fire out, and everything quiet within doors long before midnight.
Just as the clock struck twelve the storm began to get louder—the wind blew—a slight noise within the room wakened the huntsman, and all on a sudden in popped a little ugly skrattel, scarce three spans high, with a hump on his back, a face like a dried pippin, a nose like a ripe mulberry, and an eye that had lost its neighbor. He had high-heeled shoes and a pointed red cap; and came dragging after him a nice fat kid, ready skinned and fit for roasting. "A rough night this," grumbled the goblin to himself; "but, thanks to that booby woodman, I've a house to myself. And now for a hot supper and a glass of good ale till the cock crows."
No sooner said than done. The skrattel busied himself about, here and there; presently the fire blazed up, the kid was put on the spit and turned merrily round. A keg of ale made its appearance from a closet, the cloth was laid, and the kid was soon dished up for eating. Then the little imp, in the joy of his heart, rubbed his hands, tossed up his red cap, danced before the hearth, and sang his song:
"Oh! 'tis weary enough abroad to ride,
In the shivery midnight blast;
And 'tis dreary enough alone to bide,
Hungry and cold,
On the wintry wold,
Where the drifting snow falls fast.
"But 'tis cheery enough to revel by night,
In the crackling fagot's light;
'Tis merry enough to have and to hold
The savory roast,
And the nut-brown toast,
With jolly good ale and old."
The huntsman lay snug all this time, sometimes quaking, in dread of getting into trouble, and sometimes licking his lips at the savory supper before him, and half in the mind to fight for it with the imp. However, he kept himself quiet in his corner; till all of a sudden the little man's eye wandered from his cheering ale cup to Bruin's carcass, as he lay rolled up like a ball fast asleep in the chimney corner.
The imp turned round sharp in an instant, and crept softly nearer and nearer to where Bruin lay, looking at him very closely, and not able to make out what in the world he was. "One of the family, I suppose!" said he to himself. But just then Bruin gave his ears a shake, and showed a little of his shaggy muzzle. "Oh, ho!" said the imp, "that's all, is it? But what a large one! Where could he come from, and how came he here? What shall I do? Shall I let him alone or drive him out? Perhaps he may do me some mischief, and I am not afraid of mice or rats. So here goes! I have driven all the rest of the live stock out of the house, and why should I be afraid of sending this brute after them?"
With that the elf walked softly to the corner of the room, and taking up the spit, stole back on tiptoe till he got quite close to the bear; then raising up his weapon, down came a rattling thump across Bruin's mazard, that sounded as hollow as a drum. The bear raised himself slowly up, snorted, shook his head, then scratched it, opened first one eye, then the other, took a turn across the room, and grinned at his enemy; who, somewhat alarmed, ran back a few paces and stood with the spit in his hand, foreseeing a rough attack. And it soon came, for the bear, rearing himself up, walked leisurely forward, and putting out one of his paws caught hold of the spit, jerked it out of the goblin's hand, and sent it spinning to the other end of the kitchen.
And now began a fierce battle. This way and that way flew tables and chairs, pots and pans. The elf was one moment on the bear's back, lugging his ears and pommeling him with blows that might have felled an ox. In the next, the bear would throw him up in the air, and treat him as he came down with a hug that would make the little imp squall. Then up he would jump upon one of the beams out of Bruin's reach, and soon, watching his chance, would be down astride upon his back.
Meantime Gunter had become sadly frightened, and seeing the oven door open, crept in for shelter from the fray, and lay there quaking for fear. The struggle went on thus a long time, without its seeming at all clear who would get the better—biting, scratching, hugging, clawing, roaring, and growling, till the whole house rang. The elf, however, seemed to grow weaker and weaker. The rivals stood for a moment as if to get breath, and the bear was getting ready for a fierce attack when, all in a moment, the skrattel dashed his red cap right in his eye, and while Bruin was smarting with the blow and trying to recover his sight, darted to the door, and was out of sight in a moment, though the wind blew, the rain pattered, and the storm raged in a merciless manner.
"Well done! Bravo, Bruin!" cried the huntsman, as he crawled out of the oven and ran and bolted the door. "Thou hast combed his locks rarely; and as for thine own ears, they are rather the worse for pulling. But come, let us make the best of the good cheer our friend has left us!" So saying, they fell to and ate a hearty supper. The huntsman, wishing the skrattel a good night and pleasant dreams in a cup of his sparkling ale, laid himself down and slept till morning; and Bruin tried to do the same, as well as his aching bones would let him.
In the morning the huntsman made ready to set out on his way, and had not got far from the door before he met the woodman, who was eager to hear how he had passed the night. Then Gunter told him how he had been awakened, what sort of creature the elf was, and how he and Bruin had fought it out. "Let us hope," said he, "you will now be well rid of the gentleman. I suspect he will not come where he is likely to get any more of Bruin's hugs; and thus you will be well paid for your entertainment of us, which, to tell the truth, was none of the best, for if your ugly little tenant had not brought his supper with him, we should have had but empty stomachs this morning."
The huntsman and his fellow-traveler journeyed on, and let us hope they reached the King of Denmark safe and sound; but, to tell the truth, I know nothing more of that part of the story.
The woodman, meantime, went to his work, and did not fail to watch at night to see whether the skrattel came, or whether he was thoroughly frightened out of his old haunt by the bear, or whatever he might take the beast to be that had handled him as he never was handled before. But three nights passed over, and no traces being seen or heard of him, the woodman began to think of moving back to his old house.
On the fourth day he was out at his work in the forest, and as he was taking shelter under a tree from a cold storm of sleet and rain that passed over, he heard a little cracked voice singing, or rather croaking in a mournful tone. So he crept along quietly, and peeped over some bushes, and there sat the very same figure that the huntsman had described to him. The goblin was sitting without any hat or cap on his head, with a woe-begone face, and with his jacket torn into shreds, and his leg scratched and smeared with blood, as if he had been creeping through a bramble bush. The woodman listened quietly to his song, and it ran as before:
"Oh! 'tis weary enough abroad to ride,
In the shivery midnight blast;
And 'tis dreary enough alone to bide,
Hungry and cold,
On the wintry wold,
Where the drifting snow falls fast."
"Sing us the other verse, man!" cried the woodman, for he could not help cracking a joke on his old enemy, who he saw was sadly in the dumps at the loss of his good cheer and the shelter against the bad weather. But the instant his voice was heard the little imp jumped up, stamped with rage, and was out of sight in the twinkling of an eye.
The woodman finished his work and was going home in the evening, whistling by his horse's side, when all of a sudden he saw, standing on a high bank by the wayside, the very same little imp, looking as grim and sulky as before. "Hark ye, bumpkin?" cried the skrattel; "canst thou hear, fellow? Is thy great cat alive, and at home still?" "My cat?" said the woodman. "Thy great white cat, man!" thundered out the little imp. "Oh, my cat!" said the woodman, at last recollecting himself. "Oh, yes, to be sure! alive and well, I thank you; very happy, I'm sure, to see you and all friends whenever you will do us the favor to call. And hark ye, friend! as you seem to be so fond of my great cat, you may like to know that she had five kittens last night." "Five kittens?" muttered the elf. "Yes," replied the woodman, "five of the most beautiful white kits you ever saw—so like the old cat, it would do your heart good to see the whole family—such soft, gentle paws—such delicate whiskers—such pretty little mouths!" "Five kittens?" muttered, or rather shrieked out, the imp again. "Yes, to be sure!" said the woodman; "five kittens! Do look in to-night, about twelve o'clock—the time, you know, that you used to come and see us. The old cat will be so glad to show them to you, and we shall be so happy to see you once more. But where can you have been all this time?"
"I come? Not I, indeed!" shrieked the skrattel. "What do I want with the little wretches? Did not I see the mother once? Keep your kittens to yourself. I must be off—this is no place for me. Five kittens! So there are six of them now! Good-by to you, you'll see me no more; so bad luck to your ugly cat and your beggarly house!" "And bad luck to you, Mr. Crookback!" cried the woodman, as he threw him the red cap he had left behind in his battle with Bruin. "Keep clear of my cat, and let us hear no more of your pranks, and be hanged to you!"
So now that he knew his troublesome guest had taken his leave, the woodman soon moved back all his goods, and his wife and children into their snug old house. And there they lived happily, for the elf never came to see them any more; and the woodman every day after dinner drank, "Long life to the King of Norway," for sending the cat that cleared his house of vermin.
Story DNA
Moral
Sometimes, an unexpected ally can help you overcome a persistent nuisance.
Plot Summary
Gunter, a huntsman, is tasked with delivering a trained white bear, Bruin, as a gift from the King of Norway to the King of Denmark. Caught in a storm, they are directed to a deserted house known to be haunted by a mischievous imp named Skrattel. Upon Skrattel's return, he attempts to drive out the bear, leading to a fierce battle in which Bruin ultimately triumphs, forcing the imp to flee. Days later, the woodman who owned the house encounters the dejected imp and, through a clever lie about Bruin (his 'great white cat') having 'five kittens,' scares Skrattel away permanently. The woodman and his family happily reclaim their home, forever grateful for the 'cat' that rid them of their nuisance.
Themes
Emotional Arc
anxiety to relief
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
The story reflects common folk beliefs in household spirits or 'imps' that could be either helpful or troublesome, and the use of animals as royal gifts.
Plot Beats (14)
- The King of Norway decides to send a trained white bear, Bruin, with his huntsman, Gunter, as a gift to the King of Denmark.
- Gunter and Bruin journey towards Denmark but are caught in a storm and run out of provisions.
- A woodman refuses them lodging due to fear of the bear but directs them to his old, deserted house, which is haunted by a mischievous imp called Skrattel.
- Gunter and Bruin make a fire and prepare to eat in the deserted house.
- The imp, Skrattel, returns to the house, initially unaware of the new occupants, and begins his usual pranks.
- Skrattel discovers Bruin, mistakes him for a strange, large creature, and decides to drive him out, initiating a violent confrontation.
- Gunter hides in the oven while Bruin and Skrattel engage in a chaotic battle, throwing furniture and making a racket.
- Bruin eventually overpowers Skrattel, who, in a desperate move, throws his red cap in the bear's eye and flees into the stormy night.
- Gunter emerges, praises Bruin, and they enjoy a hearty supper and sleep peacefully.
- The next morning, Gunter recounts the battle to the woodman, who hopes the imp is gone for good.
- Days later, the woodman finds a dejected and injured Skrattel singing a mournful song in the forest.
- The woodman later encounters Skrattel again and, to scare him away permanently, invents a story about his 'great white cat' (Bruin) having 'five kittens' (making six 'cats' in total).
- Terrified by the prospect of six such creatures, Skrattel shrieks his farewell and vows never to return, leaving his red cap behind.
- The woodman and his family move back into their old house, now peaceful, and live happily ever after, attributing their good fortune to the King of Norway's 'cat'.
Characters
Gunter
A sturdy Norseman, likely of average height and a strong, practical build, accustomed to outdoor life and hunting. His features would be weathered from exposure to the elements.
Attire: Practical, durable clothing suitable for long journeys and forest life in Norway/Denmark. This would include a thick wool tunic, leather breeches, sturdy leather boots, and a heavy cloak for warmth. Colors would be natural dyes like browns, greens, and grays.
Wants: To fulfill his King's command by delivering Bruin to the King of Denmark, and to ensure his own and Bruin's well-being during the journey.
Flaw: Can be easily frustrated by discomfort and unexpected obstacles, leading to grumbling.
He successfully completes his mission, demonstrating his resilience and the strength of his bond with Bruin, and indirectly helps the woodman.
Loyal, resourceful, good-natured, persistent, and a bit grumbling when inconvenienced. He is dedicated to his task and protective of Bruin.
Bruin
A large, powerful white polar bear, as white as snow, with thick fur and strong limbs. He is well-behaved but still possesses the immense strength of a wild animal.
Attire: A King's collar around his neck, indicating his status as a royal gift.
Wants: To follow Gunter and behave as he has been trained, and to defend himself and his master when necessary.
Flaw: Can be temporarily blinded or disoriented by a direct attack to the eyes.
He proves his worth as a loyal companion and a formidable protector, successfully driving away the skrattel.
Loyal, good-natured, well-behaved (for a bear), playful, and fiercely protective when provoked. He is also capable of great ferocity.
The Woodman
A robust man, likely of medium height, with a strong, muscular build from years of working in the forest. His hands would be calloused and strong.
Attire: Simple, practical peasant clothing suitable for a woodcutter in a Nordic country. This would include a coarse linen or wool shirt, sturdy trousers, a leather apron, and heavy wooden clogs. Colors would be earthy tones like browns, greys, and muted greens.
Wants: To protect his family and home from the skrattel, and later, to reclaim his old house. He also enjoys a good joke.
Flaw: Initially fearful and unwilling to take risks, especially concerning his family's safety.
He moves from being a victim of the skrattel to successfully reclaiming his home through Gunter and Bruin's intervention and his own cleverness.
Hearty, good-natured, practical, initially cautious, and later playful and a bit mischievous. He is a family man who values his home and peace.
Skrattel
A small, crooked, nimble imp or goblin. He is described as having a 'crooked high-heeled shoe' and later, a torn jacket and scratched leg. He has a 'hand or a paw as heavy as lead'.
Attire: A red cap (his most distinctive item), and a jacket, which becomes torn. His clothing is likely simple, rustic, and somewhat tattered, consistent with a mischievous forest imp.
Wants: To cause chaos and annoyance, to occupy the woodman's old house, and to generally make trouble.
Flaw: Physical vulnerability to a strong opponent (Bruin), and a deep-seated fear of 'cats' (bears). He is easily discouraged and driven away by perceived threats.
He is driven out of his comfortable haunt by Bruin and the woodman's cleverness, learning that some 'cats' are too formidable to mess with, and is forced to wander.
Mischievous, spiteful, destructive, easily angered, and prone to pranks. He is also a bit of a coward when faced with superior force, and easily disheartened when things go wrong.
Locations
King of Norway's Great Hall
A large, festive hall within a Norwegian royal palace, likely featuring timber construction, possibly with carved details, and a central area for feasting. It would be well-lit, perhaps by torches or a large fireplace, creating a warm glow.
Mood: Festive, royal, formal, warm
The King decides to send a white bear as a gift to the King of Denmark, initiating Gunter's journey.
Gloomy, Dark Forest
A dense, ancient forest with thick tree cover that blocks out much of the daylight, making it appear perpetually dim. The ground is rough, likely covered with roots and uneven terrain. As evening approaches, the wind whistles ominously through the branches, and dark clouds gather, threatening a storm.
Mood: Ominous, desolate, weary, foreboding
Gunter and Bruin are lost and tired, facing a stormy night without shelter or provisions, leading them to encounter the woodman.
Woodman's Old House (Skrattel's Haunt)
A snug, small, traditional Norwegian farmhouse, likely constructed of timber with a turf or thatched roof, nestled at the foot of a hill. Inside, it's a single-story dwelling with a central hearth, simple wooden furniture, and a pantry. It's currently in disarray due to the imp's mischief, with objects scattered, broken, or out of place.
Mood: Eerie, chaotic, unsettling, later triumphant and cozy
Gunter and Bruin battle the mischievous skrattel, driving it out of the house and allowing the woodman's family to return.