Chương Chương 37 · The Elves

. The Elves

FIRST STORY

A shoemaker, by no fault of his own, had become so poor that at last he

had nothing left but leather for one pair of shoes. So in the evening,

he cut out the shoes which he wished to begin to make the next morning,

and as he had a good conscience, he lay down quietly in his bed,

commended himself to God, and fell asleep. In the morning, after he had

said his prayers, and was just going to sit down to work, the two shoes

stood quite finished on his table. He was astounded, and knew not what

to say to it. He took the shoes in his hands to observe them closer,

and they were so neatly made that there was not one bad stitch in them,

just as if they were intended as a masterpiece. Soon after, a buyer

came in, and as the shoes pleased him so well, he paid more for them

than was customary, and, with the money, the shoemaker was able to

purchase leather for two pairs of shoes. He cut them out at night, and

next morning was about to set to work with fresh courage; but he had no

need to do so, for, when he got up, they were already made, and buyers

also were not wanting, who gave him money enough to buy leather for

four pairs of shoes. The following morning, too, he found the four

pairs made; and so it went on constantly, what he cut out in the

evening was finished by the morning, so that he soon had his honest

independence again, and at last became a wealthy man. Now it befell

that one evening not long before Christmas, when the man had been

cutting out, he said to his wife, before going to bed, “What think you

if we were to stay up to-night to see who it is that lends us this

helping hand?” The woman liked the idea, and lighted a candle, and then

they hid themselves in a corner of the room, behind some clothes which

were hanging up there, and watched. When it was midnight, two pretty

little naked men came, sat down by the shoemaker’s table, took all the

work which was cut out before them and began to stitch, and sew, and

hammer so skilfully and so quickly with their little fingers that the

shoemaker could not turn away his eyes for astonishment. They did not

stop until all was done, and stood finished on the table, and they ran

quickly away.

Next morning the woman said, “The little men have made us rich, and we

really must show that we are grateful for it. They run about so, and

have nothing on, and must be cold. I’ll tell thee what I’ll do: I will

make them little shirts, and coats, and vests, and trousers, and knit

both of them a pair of stockings, and do thou, too, make them two

little pairs of shoes.” The man said, “I shall be very glad to do it;”

and one night, when everything was ready, they laid their presents all

together on the table instead of the cut-out work, and then concealed

themselves to see how the little men would behave. At midnight they

came bounding in, and wanted to get to work at once, but as they did

not find any leather cut out, but only the pretty little articles of

clothing, they were at first astonished, and then they showed intense

delight. They dressed themselves with the greatest rapidity, putting

the pretty clothes on, and singing,

“Now we are boys so fine to see,

Why should we longer cobblers be?”

Then they danced and skipped and leapt over chairs and benches. At last

they danced out of doors. From that time forth they came no more, but

as long as the shoemaker lived all went well with him, and all his

undertakings prospered.

SECOND STORY

There was once a poor servant-girl, who was industrious and cleanly,

and swept the house every day, and emptied her sweepings on the great

heap in front of the door. One morning when she was just going back to

her work, she found a letter on this heap, and as she could not read,

she put her broom in the corner, and took the letter to her master and

mistress, and behold it was an invitation from the elves, who asked the

girl to hold a child for them at its christening. The girl did not know

what to do, but at length, after much persuasion, and as they told her

that it was not right to refuse an invitation of this kind, she

consented. Then three elves came and conducted her to a hollow

mountain, where the little folks lived. Everything there was small, but

more elegant and beautiful than can be described. The baby’s mother lay

in a bed of black ebony ornamented with pearls, the coverlids were

embroidered with gold, the cradle was of ivory, the bath of gold. The

girl stood as godmother, and then wanted to go home again, but the

little elves urgently entreated her to stay three days with them. So

she stayed, and passed the time in pleasure and gaiety, and the little

folks did all they could to make her happy. At last she set out on her

way home. Then first they filled her pockets quite full of money, and

after that they led her out of the mountain again. When she got home,

she wanted to begin her work, and took the broom, which was still

standing in the corner, in her hand and began to sweep. Then some

strangers came out of the house, who asked her who she was, and what

business she had there? And she had not, as she thought, been three

days with the little men in the mountains, but seven years, and in the

meantime her former masters had died.

THIRD STORY

A certain mother’s child had been taken away out of its cradle by the

elves, and a changeling with a large head and staring eyes, which would

do nothing but eat and drink, laid in its place. In her trouble she

went to her neighbour, and asked her advice. The neighbour said that

she was to carry the changeling into the kitchen, set it down on the

hearth, light a fire, and boil some water in two egg-shells, which

would make the changeling laugh, and if he laughed, all would be over

with him. The woman did everything that her neighbour bade her. When

she put the egg-shells with water on the fire, the imp said, “I am as

old now as the Wester forest, but never yet have I seen any one boil

anything in an egg-shell!” And he began to laugh at it. Whilst he was

laughing, suddenly came a host of little elves, who brought the right

child, set it down on the hearth, and took the changeling away with

them.