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<h2>IX<br/> <br/> <span class="f8">THE HAT OF THE <i lang="no" xml:lang="no">HULDRES</i></span></h2>
<p class="cap"><span class="upper">Once</span> upon a time there was a big wedding at a
certain farmstead, and a certain cottager was
on his way to the wedding-feast. As he chanced to
cross a field, he found a milk-strainer, such as are
usually made of cows’ tails, and looking just like an
old brown rag. He picked it up, for he thought it
could be washed, and then he would give it to his
wife for a dish-rag. But when he came to the house
where they were celebrating the wedding, it seemed
as though no one saw him. The bride and groom
nodded to the rest of the guests, they spoke to them
and poured for them; but he got neither greeting
nor drink. Then the chief cook came and asked the
other folk to sit down to the table; but he was not
asked, nor did he get anything to eat. For he did
not care to sit down of his own accord when no one
had asked him. At last he grew angry and thought:
“I might as well go home, for not a soul pays a bit
of attention to me here.” When he reached home,
he said: “Good evening, here I am back again.”</p>
<p>“For heaven’s sake, are you back again?” asked
his wife.</p>
<p>“Yes, there was no one there who paid any attention
to me, or even so much as looked at me,” said
the man, “and when people show me so little consideration,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</SPAN></span>
it seems as though I have nothing to look
for there.”</p>
<p>“But where are you? I can hear you, but I cannot
see you!” cried his wife.</p>
<p>The man was invisible, for what he had found was
a <i lang="no" xml:lang="no">huldre</i> hat.</p>
<p>“What are you talking about? Can’t you see me?
Have you lost your wits?” asked the man. “There
is an old hair strainer for you. I found it outside
on the ground,” said he, and he threw it on the
bench. And then his wife saw him; but at the same
moment the hat of the <i lang="no" xml:lang="no">huldres</i> disappeared, for he
should only have loaned it, not given it away. Now
the man saw how everything had come about, and
went back to the wedding-feast. And this time he
was received in right friendly fashion, and was asked
to drink, and to seat himself at the table.</p>
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<p class="center">NOTE</p>
<p>A favorite jewel among the treasures of the underground world
plays the leading part of the tale: “The Hat of the <i lang="no" xml:lang="no">Huldres</i>”
(Asbjörnsen, <cite lang="no" xml:lang="no">Huldreeventyr</cite>, I, p. 157; from the vicinity of Eidsvold,
told by an old peasant woman). Often appearing in legend proper
as the tarn-cap, it here finds a more humble place in everyday life,
neither ennobled by legendary dignity, nor diversified by the rich
incident of fairy-tale. The entertaining picture here afforded of its
powers shows them all the more clearly.</p>
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