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Tom Thumb

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  1. : The Adventures of Chanticleer and Partlet
  2. : Ashputtel
  3. : The Blue Light
  4. : The Bremen Town Musicians
  5. : Cat-Skin
  6. , -: Cherry, or the Frog Bride
  7. : Clever Elsa
  8. : The Crows and the Soldier
  9. : The Dog and the Sparrow
  10. : The Elfin-Grove
  11. : The Elves and the Shoemaker
  12. : Faithful John
  13. : The Fisherman and His Wife
  14. : The Five Servants
  15. : Foundlingbird
  16. : The Four Clever Brothers
  17. : The Fox and the Horse
  18. : Frederick and Catherine
  19. -: The Frog-Prince
  20. : The Young Giant and the Tailor
  1. : The Giant with the Three Golden Hairs
  2. : The Golden Bird
  3. : The Golden Goose
  4. -: The Goose Girl
  5. : The Grateful Beasts
  6. (): King Grisley-Beard
  7. : Hansel and Grettel
  8. : Hans in Luck
  9. : Hans and His Wife Grettel
  10. : Jorinda and Jorindel
  11. : The Juniper Tree
  12. : The King of the Golden Mountain
  13. : The Lady and the Lion
  14. : Mother Holle
  15. , : The Mouse, the Bird, and the Sausage
  16. : The Nose
  17. : Old Sultan
  18. : Pee-Wit
  19. : Peter the Goatherd
  20. -: The Queen Bee
  1. -: The Robber-Bridegroom
  2. : Roland and May-Bird
  3. : Rose-Bud
  4. : Rumpel-Stilts-Kin
  5. : The Salad
  6. : The Seven Ravens
  7. : Snow-Drop
  8. : Sweetheart Roland
  9. : The Three Children of Fortune
  10. : The Three Languages
  11. - : Tom Thumb
  12. - : The Tom-Tit And The Bear
  13. : The Travelling Musicians
  14. : The Turnip
  15. : The Twelve Dancing Princesses
  16. : The Valiant Tailor
  17. : The Water of Life
  18. : The White Snake
  19. : The Wonderful Musician

THERE was once a poor woodman sitting by the fire in his cottage, and his wife sat by his side spinning.

How lonely it is, said he, for you and me to sit here by ourselves with-out any children to play about and amuse us, while other people seem so happy and merry with their children!

What you say is very true, said the wife, sighing and turning round her wheel, how happy should I be if I had but one child! and if it were ever so small, nay, if it were no bigger than my thumb, I should be very happy, and love it dearly.

Now it came to pass that this good woman's wish was fulfilled just as she desired; for, some time afterwards, she had a little boy who was quite healthy and strong, but not much bigger than my thumb.

So they said, Well, we cannot say we have not got what we wished for, and, little as he is, we all love him dearly; and they called him Torn Thumb.

They gave him plenty of food, yet he never grew bigger, but remained just the same size as when he was born; still his eyes were sharp and sparkling, and he soon showed himself to be a clever little fellow, who always knew well what he was about.

One day, as the woodman was getting ready to go into the wood to cut fuel, he said, I wish I had some one to bring the cart after me, for I want to make haste.

O father!

cried Tom, I will take care of that; the cart shall be in the wood by the time you want it.

Then the woodman laughed, and said, How can that be?

you cannot reach up to the horse's bridle.

Never mind that, father, said Tom: if my mother will only harness the horse, I will get into his ear and tell him which way to go.

Well, said the father, we will try for once.

When the time came, the mother harnessed the horse to the cart, and put Tom into his ear; and as he sat there, the little man told the beast how to go, crying out, Go on, and Stop, as he wanted; so the horse went on just as if the woodman had driven it himself into the wood.

It happened that, as the horse was going a little too fast, and Tom was calling out Gently! gently!

two strangers came up.

What an odd thing that is!'said one, there is a cart going along, and I hear a carter talking to the horse, but can see no one.

That is strange, said the other; let us follow the cart and see where it goes.

So they went on into the wood, till at last they came to the place where the woodman was.

Then Tom Thumb, seeing his father, cried out, See, father, here I am, with the cart, all right and safe; now take me down.

So his father took hold of the horse with one hand, and with the other took his son out of the ear; then he put him down upon a straw, where he sat as merry as you please.

The two strangers were all this time looking on, and did not know what to say for wonder.

At last one took the other aside and said, That little urchin will make our fortune if we can get him and carry him about from town to town as a show: we must buy him.

So they went to the woodman and asked him what he would take for the little man: He will be better off, said they, with us than with you.

I won't sell him at all, said the father, my own flesh and blood is dearer to me than all the silver and gold in the world.

But Tom, hearing of the bargain they wanted to make, crept up his father's coat to his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, Take the money, father, and let them have me, I'll soon come back to you.

So the woodman at last agreed to sell Tom to the strangers for a large piece of gold.

Where do you like to sit?

said one of them.

Oh! put me on the rim of your hat, that will be a nice gallery for me; I can walk about there, and see the country as we go along.

So they did as he wished; and when Tom had taken leave of his father, they took him away with them.

They journeyed on till it began to be dusky, and then the little man said, Let, me get down, I'm tired.

So the man took off his hat and set him down on a clod of earth in a ploughed field by the side of the road.

But Tom ran about amongst the furrows, and at last slipt into an old mouse-hole.

Good night, masters, said he, I'm off! mind and look sharp after me the next time.

They ran directly to the place, and poked the ends of their sticks into the mouse-hole, but all in vain; Tom only crawled farther and farther in, and at last it became quite dark, so that they were obliged to go their way without their prize as sulky as you please.

When Tom found they were gone, he came out of his hiding-place.

What dangerous walking it is, said he, in this ploughed field! If I were to fall from one of these great clods, I should certainly break my neck.

At last, by good luck, he found a large empty snail-shell.

This is lucky, said he, lean sleep here very well, and in he crept.

Just as he was falling asleep he heard two men passing, and one said to the other, How shall we manage to steal that rich parson's silver and gold?

I'll tell you, cried Tom.

What noise was that?

said the thief, frightened, I am sure I heard some one speak.

They stood still listening, and Tom said, Take me with you, and I'll soon show you how to get the parson's money.

But where are you?

said they.

Look about on the ground, answered he, and listen where the sound comes from?

At last the thieves found him out, and lifted him up in their hands: You little urchin!

said they, what can you do for us?

Why I can get between the iron window-bars of the parson's house, and throw you out whatever you want.

That's a good thought, said the thieves, come along, we shall see what you can do.

When they came to the parson's house, Tom slipt through the window-bars into the room, and then called out as loud as he could bawl, Will you have all that is here?

At this the thieves were frightened, and said, Softly, softly! Speak low, that you may not awaken any body.

But Tom pretended not to understand them, and bawled out again, How much will you have?

Shall I throw it all out?

Now the cook lay in the next room, and hearing a noise she raised herself in her bed and listened.

Meantime the thieves were frightened, and ran off to a little distance; but at last they plucked up courage, and said, The little urchin is only trying to make fools of us.

So they came back and whispered softly to him, saying, Now let us have no more of your jokes, but throw out some of the money.

Then Tom called out as loud as he could, Very well: hold your hands, here it comes.

The cook heard this quite plain, so she sprang out of bed and ran to open the door.

The thieves ran off as if a wolf was at their tails; and the maid, having groped about and found nothing, went away for a light.

By the time she returned, Tom had slipt off into the barn; and when the cook had looked, about and searched every hole and corner, and found nobody, she went to bed, thinking she must have been dreaming with her eyes open.

The little man crawled about in the hay-loft, and at last found a glorious place to finish his night's rest in; so he laid himself down, meaning to sleep till day-light, and then find his way home to his father and mother.

But, alas! how cruelly was he disappointed! what crosses and sorrows happen in this world! The cook got up early before day-break to feed the cows: she went straight to the hay-loft, and carried away a large bundle of hay with the little man in the middle of it fast asleep.

He still, however, slept on, and did not awake till he found himself in the mouth of the cow, who had taken him up with a mouthful of hay: Good lack-a-day!

said he, how did l manage to tumble into the mill?

But he soon found out where he really was, and was obliged to have all his wits about him in order that he might not get between the cow's teeth, and so be crushed to death.

At last down he went into her stomach.

it is rather dark here, said he; they forgot to build windows in this room to let the sun in: a candle would be no bad thing.

Though he made the best of his bad luck, he did not like his quarters at all; and the worst of it was, that more and.

more hay was always coming down, and the space in which he was became smaller and smaller.

At last he cried out as, loud as he could, Don't bring me any more hay! Don't bring me any more hay!

The maid happened to be just then milking the cow, and hearing some one speak and seeing nobody, and yet being quite sure it was the same voice that she had heath in the night, she was so frightened that she fell off her stool and overset the milk-pail.

She ran off as fast as she could to her master the parson, and said, Sir, sir, the cow is talking!

But the parson said, Woman, thou art surely mad!

However, he went with her into the cow-house to see what was the matter.

Scarcely had they set their foot on the threshold, when Tom called out, Don't bring me any more hay!

Then the parson himself was frightened; and thinking the cow was surely bewitched, ordered that she should be killed directly.

So the cow was killed, and the stomach, in which Tom lay, was thrown out upon a dunghill.

Tom soon set himself to work to get out, which was not a very easy task; but at last, just as he had made room to get his head out, a new misfortune befell him: a hungry wolf; sprang out, and swallowed the whole stomach with Tom in it at a single gulp, and ran away.

Tom, however, was not disheartened; and, thinking the wolf would not dislike having some chat with him as he was going along, he called out, My good friend, I can show you a famous treat.

Where's that?

said the wolf.

In such and such a house, said Tom, describing his father's house, you can crawl through the drain into the kitchen, and there you will find cakes, ham, beef, and every thing your heart can desire.

The wolf did not want to be asked twice; so that very night he went to the house and crawled through the drain into the kitchen, and ate and drank there to his heart's content.

As soon as he was satisfied, he wanted to get away, but he had eaten so much that he could not get out the same way that he came in.

This was just what Tom had reckoned upon; and he now began to set up a great shout, making all the noise he could.

Will you be quiet?

said the wolf: you'll awaken every body in the house.

What's that to me?

said the little man: you have had your frolic, now I've a mind to be merry myself; and he began again singing and shouting as loud as he could.

The woodman and his wife, being awakened by the noise, peeped through a crack in the door; but when they saw that the wolf was there, you may well suppose that they were terribly frightened; and the woodman ran for his axe, and gave his wife a scythe.

Now do you stay behind, said the woodman; and when I have knocked him on the head, do you rip up his belly for him with the scythe.

Tom heard all this, and laid, Father, father! I am here, the wolf has swallowed me: and his father said, Heaven be praised! we have found our dear child again; and he told his wife not to use the scythe, for fear she should hurt him.

Then he aimed a great blow, and struck the wolf on the head, and killed him on the spot; and when he was dead they cut open his body and set Tommy free.


said the father, what fears we have had for you!

Yes, father, answered he, I have travelled all over the world, since we parted, in one way or other; and now I am very glad to get fresh air again.

Why, where have you been?

said his father.

I have been in a mouse-hole, in a snail-shell, down a cow's throat, and in the wolf's belly; and yet here I am again safe and sound.

Well, said they we will not sell you again for all the riches in the world.

So they hugged and kissed their dear little son, and gave him plenty to eat and drink, and fetched new clothes for him, for his old ones were quite spoiled on his journey.

The End.