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<h2>IV<br/> <br/> <span class="f8">THE NEIGHBOR UNDERGROUND</span></h2>
<p class="cap"><span class="upper">Once</span> upon a time there was a peasant who lived
in Telemarken, and had a big farm; yet he had
nothing but bad luck with his cattle, and at last lost
his house and holding. He had scarcely anything
left, and with the little he had, he bought a bit of
land that lay off to one side, far away from the city,
in the wildwood and the wilderness. One day, as
he was passing through his farm-yard, he met a man.</p>
<p>“Good-day, neighbor!” said the man.</p>
<p>“Good-day,” said the peasant, “I thought I was
all alone here. Are you a neighbor of mine?”</p>
<p>“You can see my homestead over yonder,” said
the man. “It is not far from your own.” And
there lay a farm-holding such as he had never before
seen, handsome and prosperous, and in fine condition.
Then he knew very well that this must be one
of the underground people; yet he had no fear, but
invited his neighbor in to drink a glass with him,
and the neighbor seemed to enjoy it.</p>
<p>“Listen,” said the neighbor, “there is one thing
you must do for me as a favor.”</p>
<p>“First let me know what it is,” said the peasant.</p>
<p>“You must shift your cow-stable, because it is in
my way,” was the answer he gave the peasant.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“No, I’ll not do that,” said the peasant. “I put
it up only this summer, and the winter is coming on.
What am I to do with my cattle then?”</p>
<p>“Well, do as you choose; but if you do not tear it
down, you will live to regret it,” said his neighbor.
And with that he went his way.</p>
<p>The peasant was surprised at this, and did not
know what to do. It seemed quite foolish to him
to start in to tear down his stable when the long
winter night was approaching, and besides, he could
not count on help.</p>
<p>One day as he was standing in his stable, he sank
through the ground. Down below, in the place to
which he had come, everything was unspeakably
handsome. There was nothing which was not of
gold or of silver. Then the man who had called
himself his neighbor came along, and bade him sit
down. After a time food was brought in on a silver
platter, and mead in a silver jug, and the neighbor
invited him to draw up to the table and eat. The
peasant did not dare refuse, and sat down at the
table; but just as he was about to dip his spoon into
the dish, something fell down into his food from
above, so that he lost his appetite. “Yes, yes,” said
the man, “now you can see why we don’t like your
stable. We can never eat in peace, for as soon as we
sit down to a meal, dirt and straw fall down, and no
matter how hungry we may be, we lose our appetites
and cannot eat. But if you will do me the favor to set
up your stable elsewhere, you shall never go short
of pasture nor good crops, no matter how old you<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</SPAN></span>
may grow to be. But if you won’t, you shall know
naught but lean years all your life long.”</p>
<p>When the peasant heard that, he went right to
work pulling down his stable, to put it up again in another
place. Yet he could not have worked alone, for
at night, when all slept, the building of the new stable
went forward just as it did by day, and well he knew
his neighbor was helping him.</p>
<p>Nor did he regret it later, for he had enough of
feed and corn, and his cattle waxed fat. Once there
was a year of scarcity, and feed was so short that he
was thinking of selling or slaughtering half his herd.
But one morning, when the milk-maid went into the
stable, the dog was gone, and with him all the cows
and the calves. She began to cry and told the peasant.
But he thought to himself, that it was probably
his neighbor’s doings, who had taken the cattle to
pasture. And sure enough, so it was; for toward
spring, when the woods grew green, he saw the dog
come along, barking and leaping, by the edge of the
forest, and after him followed all the cows and
calves, and the whole herd was so fat it was a pleasure
to look at it.</p>
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<p class="center">NOTE</p>
<p>“The Neighbor Underground” (Idem, p. 149, from Halland, told
Asbjörnsen by a Hallander whom he met at Björnsjo, fishing) will
not surprise the reader who knows the Danish tale of the “Ale of
the Trolls.” Now and again the underground folk and trolls show
themselves to be kind and grateful beings, when their wishes are
granted, and when they are not annoyed by obtrusive curiosity.</p>
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