Frederick and Catherine

There was once on a time a man who was called Frederick and a woman
called Catherine, who had married each other and lived together as
young married folks. One day Frederick said, "I will now go and plough,
Catherine; when I come back, there must be some roast meat on the table
for hunger, and a fresh draught for thirst." "Just go, Frederick,"
answered Kate, "just go, I will have all ready for you." Therefore when
dinner-time drew near she got a sausage out of the chimney, put it in
the frying-pan, put some butter to it, and set it on the fire. The
sausage began to fry and to hiss, Catherine stood beside it and held
the handle of the pan, and had her own thoughts as she was doing it.
Then it occurred to her, "While the sausage is getting done thou
couldst go into the cellar and draw beer." So she set the frying-pan
safely on the fire, took a can, and went down into the cellar to draw
beer. The beer ran into the can and Kate watched it, and then she
thought, "Oh, dear! The dog upstairs is not fastened up, it might get
the sausage out of the pan. Well thought of." And in a trice she was up
the cellar-steps again, but the Spitz had the sausage in its mouth
already, and trailed it away on the ground. But Catherine, who was not
idle, set out after it, and chased it a long way into the field; the
dog, however, was swifter than Catherine and did not let the sausage
journey easily, but skipped over the furrows with it. "What's gone is
gone!" said Kate, and turned round, and as she had run till she was
weary, she walked quietly and comfortably, and cooled herself. During
this time the beer was still running out of the cask, for Kate had not
turned the tap. And when the can was full and there was no other place
for it, it ran into the cellar and did not stop until the whole cask
was empty. As soon as Kate was on the steps she saw the mischance.
"Good gracious!" she cried. "What shall I do now to stop Frederick
knowing it!" She thought for a while, and at last she remembered that
up in the garret was still standing a sack of the finest wheat flour
from the last fair, and she would fetch that down and strew it over the
beer. "Yes," said she, "he who saves a thing when he ought, has it
afterwards when he needs it," and she climbed up to the garret and
carried the sack below, and threw it straight down on the can of beer,
which she knocked over, and Frederick's draught swam also in the
cellar. "It is all right," said Kate, "where the one is the other ought
to be also," and she strewed the meal over the whole cellar. When it
was done she was heartily delighted with her work, and said, "How clean
and wholesome it does look here!" At mid-day home came Frederick: "Now,
wife, what have you ready for me?" "Ah, Freddy," she answered, "I was
frying a sausage for you, but whilst I was drawing the beer to drink
with it, the dog took it away out of the pan, and whilst I was running
after the dog, all the beer ran out, and whilst I was drying up the
beer with the flour, I knocked over the can as well, but be easy, the
cellar is quite dry again." Said Frederick, "Kate, Kate, you should not
have done that! to let the sausage be carried off and the beer run out
of the cask, and throw out all our flour into the bargain!" "Indeed,
Frederick, I did not know that, you should have told me." The man
thought, "If my wife is like this, I must look after things more." Now
he had got together a good number of thalers which he changed into
gold, and said to Catherine, "Look, these are counters for playing
games; I will put them in a pot and bury them in the stable under the
cow's manger, but mind you keep away from them, or it will be the worse
for you." Said she, "Oh, no, Frederick, I certainly will not go." And
when Frederick was gone some pedlars came into the village who had
cheap earthen-bowls and pots, and asked the young woman if there was
nothing she wanted to bargain with them for? "Oh, dear people," said
Catherine, "I have no money and can buy nothing, but if you have any
use for yellow counters I will buy of you." "Yellow counters, why not?
But just let us see them." "Then go into the stable and dig under the
cow's manger, and you will find the yellow counters. I am not allowed
to go there." The rogues went thither, dug and found pure gold. Then
they laid hold of it, ran away, and left their pots and bowls behind in
the house. Catherine thought she must use her new things, and as she
had no lack in the kitchen already without these, she knocked the
bottom out of every pot, and set them all as ornaments on the paling
which went round about the house. When Frederick came and saw the new
decorations, he said, "Catherine, what have you been about?" "I have
bought them, Frederick, for the counters which were under the cow's
manger. I did not go there myself, the pedlars had to dig them out for
themselves." "Ah, wife," said Frederick, "what have you done? Those
were not counters, but pure gold, and all our wealth; you should not
have done that." "Indeed, Frederick," said she, "I did not know that,
you should have forewarned me."

Catherine stood for a while and bethought to herself; then she said,
"Listen, Frederick, we will soon get the gold back again, we will run
after the thieves." "Come, then," said Frederick, "we will try it; but
take with you some butter and cheese that we may have something to eat
on the way." "Yes, Frederick, I will take them." They set out, and as
Frederick was the better walker, Catherine followed him. "It is to my
advantage," thought she, "when we turn back I shall be a little way in
advance." Then she came to a hill where there were deep ruts on both
sides of the road. "There one can see," said Catherine, "how they have
torn and skinned and galled the poor earth, it will never be whole
again as long as it lives," and in her heart's compassion she took her
butter and smeared the ruts right and left, that they might not be so
hurt by the wheels, and as she was thus bending down in her charity,
one of the cheeses rolled out of her pocket down the hill. Said
Catherine, "I have made my way once up here, I will not go down again;
another may run and fetch it back." So she took another cheese and
rolled it down. But the cheeses did not come back, so she let a third
run down, thinking. "Perhaps they are waiting for company, and do not
like to walk alone." As all three stayed away she said, "I do not know
what that can mean, but it may perhaps be that the third has not found
the way, and has gone wrong, I will just send the fourth to call it."
But the fourth did no better than the third. Then Catherine was angry,
and threw down the fifth and sixth as well, and these were her last.
She remained standing for some time watching for their coming, but when
they still did not come, she said, "Oh, you are good folks to send in
search of death, you stay a fine long time away! Do you think I will
wait any longer for you? I shall go my way, you may run after me; you
have younger legs than I." Catherine went on and found Frederick, who
was standing waiting for her because he wanted something to eat. "Now
just let us have what you have brought with you," said he. She gave him
the dry bread. "Where have you the butter and the cheeses?" asked the
man. "Ah, Freddy," said Catherine, "I smeared the cart-ruts with the
butter and the cheeses will come soon; one ran away from me, so I sent
the others after to call it." Said Frederick, "You should not have done
that, Catherine, to smear the butter on the road, and let the cheeses
run down the hill!" "Really, Frederick, you should have told me." Then
they ate the dry bread together, and Frederick said, "Catherine, did
you make the house safe when you came away?" "No, Frederick, you should
have told me to do it before." "Then go home again, and make the house
safe before we go any farther, and bring with you something else to
eat. I will wait here for you." Catherine went back and thought,
"Frederick wants something more to eat, he does not like butter and
cheese, so I will take with me a handkerchief full of dried pears and a
pitcher of vinegar for him to drink." Then she bolted the upper half of
the door fast, but unhinged the lower door, and took it on her back,
believing that when she had placed the door in security the house must
be well taken care of. Catherine took her time on the way, and thought,
"Frederick will rest himself so much the longer." When she had once
reached him she said, "Here is the house-door for you, Frederick, and
now you can take care of the house yourself." "Oh, heavens," said he,
"what a wise wife I have! She takes the under-door off the hinges that
everything may run in, and bolts the upper one. It is now too late to
go back home again, but since you have brought the door here, you shall
just carry it farther." "I will carry the door, Frederick, but the
dried pears and the vinegar-jug will be too heavy for me, I will hang
them on the door, it may carry them."

And now they went into the forest, and sought the rogues, but did not
find them. At length as it grew dark they climbed into a tree and
resolved to spend the night there. Scarcely, however, had they sat down
at the top of it than the rascals came thither who carry away with them
what does not want to go, and find things before they are lost. They
sat down under the very tree in which Frederick and Catherine were
sitting, lighted a fire, and were about to share their booty. Frederick
got down on the other side and collected some stones together. Then he
climbed up again with them, and wished to throw them at the thieves and
kill them. The stones, however, did not hit them, and the knaves cried,
"It will soon be morning, the wind is shaking down the fir-apples."
Catherine still had the door on her back, and as it pressed so heavily
on her, she thought it was the fault of the dried pears, and said,
"Frederick, I must throw the pears down." "No, Catherine, not now," he
replied, "they might betray us." "Oh, but, Frederick, I must! They
weigh me down far too much." "Do it, then, and be hanged!" Then the
dried pears rolled down between the branches, and the rascals below
said, "The leaves are falling."

A short time afterwards, as the door was still heavy, Catherine said,
"Ah, Frederick, I must pour out the vinegar." "No, Catherine, you must
not, it might betray us." "Ah, but, Frederick, I must, it weighs me
down far too much." "Then do it and be hanged!" So she emptied out the
vinegar, and it besprinkled the robbers. They said amongst themselves,
"The dew is already falling." At length Catherine thought, "Can it
really be the door which weighs me down so?" and said, "Frederick, I
must throw the door down." "No, not now, Catherine, it might discover
us." "Oh, but, Frederick, I must. It weighs me down far too much." "Oh,
no, Catherine, do hold it fast." "Ah, Frederick, I am letting it fall!"
"Let it go, then, in the devil's name." Then it fell down with a
violent clatter, and the rascals below cried, "The devil is coming down
the tree!" and they ran away and left everything behind them. Early
next morning, when the two came down they found all their gold again,
and carried it home.

When they were once more at home, Frederick said, "And now, Catherine,
you, too, must be industrious and work." "Yes, Frederick, I will soon
do that, I will go into the field and cut corn." When Catherine got
into the field, she said to herself, "Shall I eat before I cut, or
shall I sleep before I cut? Oh, I will eat first." Then Catherine ate
and eating made her sleepy, and she began to cut, and half in a dream
cut all her clothes to pieces, her apron, her gown, and her shift. When
Catherine awoke again after a long sleep she was standing there
half-naked, and said to herself, "Is it I, or is it not I? Alas, it is
not I." In the meantime night came, and Catherine ran into the village,
knocked at her husband's window, and cried, "Frederick."

"What is the matter?" "I should very much like to know if Catherine is
in?" "Yes, yes," replied Frederick, "she must be in and asleep."

Said she, "'Tis well, then I am certainly at home already," and ran
away.

Outside Catherine found some vagabonds who were going to steal. Then
she went to them and said, "I will help you to steal." The rascals
thought that she knew the situation of the place, and were willing.
Catherine went in front of the houses, and cried, "Good folks, have you
anything? We want to steal." The thieves thought to themselves, "That's
a fine way of doing things," and wished themselves once more rid of
Catherine. Then they said to her, "Outside the village the pastor has
some turnips in the field. Go there and pull up some turnips for us."
Catherine went to the ground, and began to pull them up, but was so
idle that she did not gather them together. Then a man came by, saw
her, and stood still and thought that it was the devil who was thus
rooting amongst the turnips. He ran away into the village to the
pastor, and said, "Mr. Pastor, the devil is in your turnip-ground,
rooting up turnips." "Ah, heavens," answered the pastor, "I have a lame
foot, I cannot go out and drive him away." Said the man, "Then I will
carry you on my back," and he carried him out on his back. And when
they came to the ground, Catherine arose and stood up her full height.
"Ah, the devil!" cried the pastor, and both hurried away, and in his
great fright the pastor could run better with his lame foot than the
man who had carried him on his back could do with his sound one.
