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<h1>GRIMM'S FAIRY STORIES</h1>
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<h3>Colored Illustrations by JOHN B. GRUELLE<br/> <br/> Pen and Ink Sketches by R. EMMETT OWEN</h3>
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<h4><i>1922</i></h4>
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<h2>Contents</h2>
<p><SPAN href="#goose-girl">THE GOOSE-GIRL</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#littlebrother">THE LITTLE BROTHER AND SISTER</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#hansel">HANSEL AND GRETHEL</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#oh">OH, IF I COULD BUT SHIVER!</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#dummling">DUMMLING AND THE THREE FEATHERS</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#littlesnowwhite">LITTLE SNOW WHITE</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#catherine">CATHERINE AND FREDERICK</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#valientlittletailor">THE VALIANT LITTLE TAILOR</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#littleredcap">LITTLE RED CAP</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#goldengoose">THE GOLDEN GOOSE</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#bearskin">BEARSKIN</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#cinderella">CINDERELLA</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#faithfuljohn">FAITHFUL JOHN</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#water">THE WATER OF LIFE</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#thumbling">THUMBLING</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#briarrose">BRIAR ROSE</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#sixswans">THE SIX SWANS</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#rapunzel">RAPUNZEL</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#motherholle">MOTHER HOLLE</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#frogprince">THE FROG PRINCE</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#travels">THE TRAVELS OF TOM THUMB</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#snow-white">SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-RED</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#threelittlemen">THE THREE LITTLE MEN IN THE WOOD</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#rumpelstiltskin">RUMPELSTILTSKIN</SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#littleone-eye">LITTLE ONE-EYE, TWO-EYES AND THREE-EYES</SPAN></p>
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<h2>THE GOOSE-GIRL</h2>
<p>An old queen, whose husband had been dead some years, had a
beautiful daughter. When she grew up, she was betrothed to a prince
who lived a great way off; and as the time drew near for her to be
married, she got ready to set off on her journey to his country.
Then the queen, her mother, packed up a great many costly
things—jewels, and gold, and silver, trinkets, fine dresses,
and in short, everything that became a royal bride; for she loved
her child very dearly; and she gave her a waiting-maid to ride with
her, and give her into the bridegroom's hands; and each had a horse
for the journey. Now the princess' horse was called Falada, and
could speak.</p>
<p>When the time came for them to set out, the old queen went into
her bed-chamber, and took a little knife, and cut off a lock of her
hair, and gave it to her daughter, saying, "Take care of it, dear
child; for it is a charm that may be of use to you on the road."
Then they took a sorrowful leave of each other, and the princess
put the lock of her mother's hair into her bosom, got upon her
horse, and set off on her journey to her bridegroom's kingdom.</p>
<p>One day, as they were riding along by the side of a brook, the
princess began to feel very thirsty, and said to her maid, "Pray
get down and fetch me some water in my golden cup out of yonder
brook, for I want to drink." "Nay," said the maid, "if you are
thirsty, get down yourself, and lie down by the water and drink; I
shall not be your waiting-maid any longer." The princess was so
thirsty that she got down, and knelt over the little brook and
drank, for she was frightened, and dared not bring out her golden
cup; and then she wept, and said, "Alas! what will become of me?"
And the lock of hair answered her, and said—</p>
<div class="poem">
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<p>"Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
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<p>But the princess was very humble and meek, so she said nothing
to her maid's ill behavior, but got upon her horse again.</p>
<p>Then all rode further on their journey, till the day grew so
warm, and the sun so scorching, that the bride began to feel very
thirsty again; and at last, when they came to a river, she forgot
her maid's rude speech, and said, "Pray get down and fetch me some
water to drink in my golden cup." But the maid answered her, and
even spoke more haughtily than before, "Drink if you will, but I
shall not be your waiting-maid." Then the princess was so thirsty
that she got off her horse and lay down, and held her head over the
running stream, and cried, and said, "What will become of me?" And
the lock of hair answered her again—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
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<p>And as she leaned down to drink, the lock of hair fell from her
bosom and floated away with the water, without her seeing it, she
was so much frightened. But her maid saw it, and was very glad, for
she knew the charm, and saw that the poor bride would be in her
power now that she had lost the hair. So when the bride had
finished drinking, and would have got upon Falada again, the maid
said, "I shall ride upon Falada, and you may have my horse
instead;" so she was forced to give up her horse, and soon
afterwards to take off her royal clothes, and put on her maid's
shabby ones.</p>
<p>At last, as they drew near the end of the journey, this
treacherous servant threatened to kill her mistress if she ever
told anyone what had happened. But Falada saw it all, and marked it
well. Then the waiting-maid got upon Falada, and the real bride was
set upon the other horse, and they went on in this way till at last
they came to the royal court. There was great joy at their coming,
and the prince hurried to meet them, and lifted the maid from her
horse, thinking she was the one who was to be his wife; and she was
led upstairs to the royal chamber, but the true princess was told
to stay in the court below.</p>
<p>However, the old king happened to be looking out of the window,
and saw her in the yard below; and as she looked very pretty, and
too delicate for a waiting-maid, he went into the royal chamber to
ask the bride whom it was she had brought with her, that was thus
left standing in the court below. "I brought her with me for the
sake of her company on the road," said she. "Pray give the girl
some work to do, that she may not be idle." The old king could not
for some time think of any work for her, but at last he said, "I
have a lad who takes care of my geese; she may go and help him."
Now the name of this lad, that the real bride was to help in
watching the king's geese, was Curdken.</p>
<p>Soon after, the false bride said to the prince, "Dear husband,
pray do me one piece of kindness." "That I will," said the prince.
"Then tell one of your slaughterers to cut off the head of the
horse I rode upon, for it was very unruly, and plagued me sadly on
the road." But the truth was, she was very much afraid lest Falada
should speak, and tell all she had done to the princess. She
carried her point, and the faithful Falada was killed; but when the
true princess heard of it she wept, and begged the man to nail up
Falada's head against a large dark gate in the city through which
she had to pass every morning and evening, that there she might
still see him sometimes. Then the slaughterer said he would do as
she wished, so he cut off the head and nailed it fast under the
dark gate.</p>
<p>Early the next morning, as the princess and Curdken went out
through the gate, she said sorrowfully—</p>
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<p>"Falada, Falada, there thou art hanging!"</p>
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<p>and the head answered—</p>
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<p>"Bride, bride, there thou are ganging!</p>
<p>Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
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<p>Then they went out of the city, driving the geese. And when they
came to the meadow, the princess sat down upon a bank there and let
down her waving locks of hair, which were all of pure gold; and
when Curdken saw it glitter in the sun, he ran up, and would have
pulled some of the locks out; but she cried—</p>
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<p>"Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let Curdken's hat go!</p>
<p>Blow breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let him after it go!</p>
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<p>"O'er hills, dales, and rocks,</p>
<p>Away be it whirl'd,</p>
<p>Till the golden locks</p>
<p>Are all comb'd and curl'd!"</p>
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<p>Then there came a wind, so strong that it blew off Curdken's
hat, and away it flew over the hills, and he after it; till, by the
time he came back, she had done combing and curling her hair, and
put it up again safely. Then he was very angry and sulky, and would
not speak to her at all; but they watched the geese until it grew
dark in the evening, and then drove them homewards.</p>
<p>The next morning, as they were going through the dark gate, the
poor girl looked up at Falada's head, and cried—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Falada, Falada, there thou art hanging!"</p>
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<p>and it answered—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Bride, bride, there thou are ganging!</p>
<p>Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
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<p>Then she drove on the geese and sat down again in the meadow,
and began to comb out her hair as before, and Curdken ran up to
her, and wanted to take of it; but she cried out quickly—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let Curdken's hat go!</p>
<p>Blow breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let him after it go!</p>
<p>O'er hills, dales, and rocks,</p>
<p>Away be it whirl'd,</p>
<p>Till the golden locks</p>
<p>Are all comb'd and curl'd!"</p>
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<p>Then the wind came and blew off his hat, and off it flew a great
distance over the hills and far away, so that he had to run after
it: and when he came back, she had done up her hair again, and all
was safe. So they watched the geese till it grew dark.</p>
<p>In the evening, after they came home, Curdken went to the old
king, and said, "I cannot have that strange girl to help me to keep
the geese any longer."</p>
<p>"Why?" inquired the king.</p>
<p>"Because she does nothing but tease me all day long."</p>
<p>Then the king made him tell him all that had passed.</p>
<p>And Curdken said, "When we go in the morning through the dark
gate with our flock of geese, she weeps, and talks with the head of
a horse that hangs upon the wall, and says—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Falada, Falada, there thou art hanging!"</p>
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<p>and the head answers—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Bride, bride, there thou are ganging!</p>
<p>Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
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<p>And Curdken went on telling the king what had happened upon the
meadow where the geese fed; and how his hat was blown away, and he
was forced to run after it, and leave his flock. But the old king
told him to go out again as usual the next day: and when morning
came, he placed himself behind the dark gate, and heard how the
princess spoke, and how Falada answered; and then he went into the
field and hid himself in a bush by the meadow's side, and soon saw
with his own eyes how they drove the flock of geese, and how, after
a little time, she let down her hair that glittered in the sun; and
then he heard her say—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let Curdken's hat go!</p>
<p>Blow breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let him after it go!</p>
<p>O'er hills, dales, and rocks,</p>
<p>Away be it whirl'd,</p>
<p>Till the golden locks</p>
<p>Are all comb'd and curl'd!"</p>
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<p>And soon came a gale of wind, and carried away Curdken's hat,
while the girl went on combing and curling her hair.</p>
<p>All this the old king saw; so he went home without being seen;
and when the goose-girl came back in the evening, he called her
aside, and asked her why she did so; but she burst into tears, and
said, "That I must not tell you or any man, or I shall lose my
life."</p>
<p>But the old king begged so hard that she had no peace till she
had told him all, word for word: and it was very lucky for her that
she did so, for the king ordered royal clothes to be put upon her,
and he gazed with wonder, she was so beautiful.</p>
<p>Then he called his son, and told him that he had only the false
bride, for that she was merely a waiting-maid, while the true one
stood by.</p>
<p>And the young king rejoiced when he saw her beauty, and heard
how meek and patient she had been; and without saying anything, he
ordered a great feast to be prepared for all his court.</p>
<p>The bridegroom sat at the top, with the false princess on one
side, and the true one on the other; but nobody knew her, for she
was quite dazzling to their eyes, and was not at all like the
little goose-girl, now that she had on her brilliant dress.</p>
<p>When they had eaten and drunk, and were very merry, the old king
told all the story, as one that he had once heard of, and asked the
true waiting-maid what she thought ought to be done to anyone who
would behave thus.</p>
<p>"Nothing better," said this false bride, "than that she should
be thrown into a cask stuck around with sharp nails, and that two
white horses should be put to it, and should drag it from street to
street till she is dead."</p>
<p>"Thou art she!" said the old king; "and since thou hast judged
thyself, it shall be so done to thee."</p>
<p>Then the young king was married to his true wife, and they
reigned over the kingdom in peace and happiness all their
lives.</p>
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