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352 lines
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The Juniper-Tree
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It is now long ago, quite two thousand years, since there was a rich
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man who had a beautiful and pious wife, and they loved each other
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dearly. They had, however, no children, though they wished for them
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very much, and the woman prayed for them day and night, but still they
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had none. Now there was a court-yard in front of their house in which
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was a juniper-tree, and one day in winter the woman was standing
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beneath it, paring herself an apple, and while she was paring herself
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the apple she cut her finger, and the blood fell on the snow. "Ah,"
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said the woman, and sighed right heavily, and looked at the blood
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before her, and was most unhappy, "ah, if I had but a child as red as
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blood and as white as snow!" And while she thus spake, she became quite
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happy in her mind, and felt just as if that were going to happen. Then
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she went into the house and a month went by and the snow was gone, and
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two months, and then everything was green, and three months, and then
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all the flowers came out of the earth, and four months, and then all
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the trees in the wood grew thicker, and the green branches were all
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closely entwined, and the birds sang until the wood resounded and the
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blossoms fell from the trees, then the fifth month passed away and she
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stood under the juniper-tree, which smelt so sweetly that her heart
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leapt, and she fell on her knees and was beside herself with joy, and
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when the sixth month was over the fruit was large and fine, and then
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she was quite still, and the seventh month she snatched at the
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juniper-berries and ate them greedily, then she grew sick and
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sorrowful, then the eighth month passed, and she called her husband to
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her, and wept and said, "If I die then bury me beneath the
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juniper-tree." Then she was quite comforted and happy until the next
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month was over, and then she had a child as white as snow and as red as
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blood, and when she beheld it she was so delighted that she died.
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Then her husband buried her beneath the juniper-tree, and he began to
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weep sore; after some time he was more at ease, and though he still
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wept he could bear it, and after some time longer he took another wife.
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By the second wife he had a daughter, but the first wife's child was a
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little son, and he was as red as blood and as white as snow. When the
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woman looked at her daughter she loved her very much, but then she
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looked at the little boy and it seemed to cut her to the heart, for the
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thought came into her mind that he would always stand in her way, and
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she was for ever thinking how she could get all the fortune for her
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daughter, and the Evil One filled her mind with this till she was quite
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wroth with the little boy, and slapped him here and cuffed him there,
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until the unhappy child was in continual terror, for when he came out
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of school he had no peace in any place.
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One day the woman had gone upstairs to her room, and her little
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daughter went up too, and said, "Mother, give me an apple." "Yes, my
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child," said the woman, and gave her a fine apple out of the chest, but
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the chest had a great heavy lid with a great sharp iron lock. "Mother,"
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said the little daughter, "is brother not to have one too?" This made
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the woman angry, but she said, "Yes, when he comes out of school." And
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when she saw from the window that he was coming, it was just as if the
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Devil entered into her, and she snatched at the apple and took it away
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again from her daughter, and said, "Thou shalt not have one before thy
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brother." Then she threw the apple into the chest, and shut it. Then
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the little boy came in at the door, and the Devil made her say to him
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kindly, "My son, wilt thou have an apple?" and she looked wickedly at
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him. "Mother," said the little boy, "how dreadful you look! Yes, give
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me an apple." Then it seemed to her as if she were forced to say to
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him, "Come with me," and she opened the lid of the chest and said,
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"Take out an apple for thyself," and while the little boy was stooping
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inside, the Devil prompted her, and crash! she shut the lid down, and
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his head flew off and fell among the red apples. Then she was
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overwhelmed with terror, and thought, "If I could but make them think
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that it was not done by me!" So she went upstairs to her room to her
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chest of drawers, and took a white handkerchief out of the top drawer,
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and set the head on the neck again, and folded the handkerchief so that
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nothing could be seen, and she set him on a chair in front of the door,
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and put the apple in his hand.
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After this Marlinchen came into the kitchen to her mother, who was
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standing by the fire with a pan of hot water before her which she was
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constantly stirring round. "Mother," said Marlinchen, "brother is
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sitting at the door, and he looks quite white and has an apple in his
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hand. I asked him to give me the apple, but he did not answer me, and I
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was quite frightened." "Go back to him," said her mother, "and if he
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will not answer thee, give him a box on the ear." So Marlinchen went to
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him and said, "Brother, give me the apple." But he was silent, and she
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gave him a box on the ear, on which his head fell down. Marlinchen was
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terrified, and began crying and screaming, and ran to her mother, and
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said, "Alas, mother, I have knocked my brother's head off!" and she
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wept and wept and could not be comforted. "Marlinchen," said the
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mother, "what hast thou done? but be quiet and let no one know it; it
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cannot be helped now, we will make him into black-puddings." Then the
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mother took the little boy and chopped him in pieces, put him into the
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pan and made him into black puddings; but Marlinchen stood by weeping
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and weeping, and all her tears fell into the pan and there was no need
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of any salt.
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Then the father came home, and sat down to dinner and said, "But where
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is my son?" And the mother served up a great dish of black-puddings,
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and Marlinchen wept and could not leave off. Then the father again
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said, "But where is my son?" "Ah," said the mother, "he has gone across
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the country to his mother's great uncle; he will stay there awhile."
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"And what is he going to do there? He did not even say good-bye to me."
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"Oh, he wanted to go, and asked me if he might stay six weeks, he is
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well taken care of there." "Ah," said the man, "I feel so unhappy lest
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all should not be right. He ought to have said good-bye to me." With
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that he began to eat and said, "Marlinchen, why art thou crying? Thy
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brother will certainly come back." Then he said, "Ah, wife, how
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delicious this food is, give me some more." And the more he ate the
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more he wanted to have, and he said, "Give me some more, you shall have
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none of it. It seems to me as if it were all mine." And he ate and ate
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and threw all the bones under the table, until he had finished the
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whole. But Marlinchen went away to her chest of drawers, and took her
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best silk handkerchief out of the bottom drawer, and got all the bones
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from beneath the table, and tied them up in her silk handkerchief, and
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carried them outside the door, weeping tears of blood. Then the
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juniper-tree began to stir itself, and the branches parted asunder, and
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moved together again, just as if some one was rejoicing and clapping
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his hands. At the same time a mist seemed to arise from the tree, and
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in the centre of this mist it burned like a fire, and a beautiful bird
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flew out of the fire singing magnificently, and he flew high up in the
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air, and when he was gone, the juniper-tree was just as it had been
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before, and the handkerchief with the bones was no longer there.
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Marlinchen, however, was as gay and happy as if her brother were still
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alive. And she went merrily into the house, and sat down to dinner and
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ate.
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But the bird flew away and lighted on a goldsmith's house, and began to
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sing,
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"My mother she killed me,
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My father he ate me,
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My sister, little Marlinchen,
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Gathered together all my bones,
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Tied them in a silken handkerchief,
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Laid them beneath the juniper-tree,
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Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"
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The goldsmith was sitting in his workshop making a gold chain, when he
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heard the bird which was sitting singing on his roof, and very
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beautiful the song seemed to him. He stood up, but as he crossed the
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threshold he lost one of his slippers. But he went away right up the
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middle of the street with one shoe on and one sock; he had his apron
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on, and in one hand he had the gold chain and in the other the pincers,
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and the sun was shining brightly on the street. Then he went right on
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and stood still, and said to the bird, "Bird," said he then, "how
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beautifully thou canst sing! Sing me that piece again." "No," said the
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bird, "I'll not sing it twice for nothing! Give me the golden chain,
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and then I will sing it again for thee." "There," said the goldsmith,
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"there is the golden chain for thee, now sing me that song again." Then
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the bird came and took the golden chain in his right claw, and went and
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sat in front of the goldsmith, and sang,
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"My mother she killed me,
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My father he ate me,
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My sister, little Marlinchen,
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Gathered together all my bones,
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Tied them in a silken handkerchief,
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Laid them beneath the juniper-tree,
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Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"
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Then the bird flew away to a shoemaker, and lighted on his roof and
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sang,
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"My mother she killed me,
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My father he ate me,
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My sister, little Marlinchen,
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Gathered together all my bones,
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Tied them in a silken handkerchief,
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Laid them beneath the juniper-tree,
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Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"
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The shoemaker heard that and ran out of doors in his shirt sleeves, and
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looked up at his roof, and was forced to hold his hand before his eyes
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lest the sun should blind him. "Bird," said he, "how beautifully thou
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canst sing!" Then he called in at his door, "Wife, just come outside,
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there is a bird, look at that bird, he just can sing well." Then he
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called his daughter and children, and apprentices, boys and girls, and
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they all came up the street and looked at the bird and saw how
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beautiful he was, and what fine red and green feathers he had, and how
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like real gold his neck was, and how the eyes in his head shone like
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stars. "Bird," said the shoemaker, "now sing me that song again."
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"Nay," said the bird, "I do not sing twice for nothing; thou must give
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me something." "Wife," said the man, "go to the garret, upon the top
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shelf there stands a pair of red shoes, bring them down." Then the wife
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went and brought the shoes. "There, bird," said the man, "now sing me
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that piece again." Then the bird came and took the shoes in his left
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claw, and flew back on the roof, and sang,
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"My mother she killed me,
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My father he ate me,
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My sister, little Marlinchen,
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Gathered together all my bones,
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Tied them in a silken handkerchief,
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Laid them beneath the juniper-tree,
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Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"
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And when he had sung the whole he flew away. In his right claw he had
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the chain and the shoes in his left, and he flew far away to a mill,
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and the mill went, "klipp klapp, klipp klapp, klipp klapp," and in the
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mill sat twenty miller's men hewing a stone, and cutting, hick hack,
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hick hack, hick hack, and the mill went klipp klapp, klipp klapp, klipp
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klapp. Then the bird went and sat on a lime-tree which stood in front
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of the mill, and sang,
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"My mother she killed me,"
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Then one of them stopped working,
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"My father he ate me."
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Then two more stopped working and listened to that,
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"My sister, little Marlinchen,"
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Then four more stopped,
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"Gathered together all my bones,
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Tied them in a silken handkerchief,"
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Now eight only were hewing,
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"Laid them beneath"
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Now only five,
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"The juniper-tree,"
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And now only one,
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"Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"
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Then the last stopped also, and heard the last words. "Bird," said he,
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"how beautifully thou singest! Let me, too, hear that. Sing that once
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more for me."
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"Nay," said the bird, "I will not sing twice for nothing. Give me the
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millstone, and then I will sing it again."
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"Yes," said he, "if it belonged to me only, thou shouldst have it."
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"Yes," said the others, "if he sings again he shall have it." Then the
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bird came down, and the twenty millers all set to work with a beam and
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raised the stone up. And the bird stuck his neck through the hole, and
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put the stone on as if it were a collar, and flew on to the tree again,
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and sang,
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"My mother she killed me,
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My father he ate me,
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My sister, little Marlinchen,
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Gathered together all my bones,
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Tied them in a silken handkerchief,
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Laid them beneath the juniper-tree,
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Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"
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And when he had done singing, he spread his wings, and in his right
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claw he had the chain, and in his left the shoes, and round his neck
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the millstone, and he flew far away to his father's house.
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In the room sat the father, the mother, and Marlinchen at dinner, and
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the father said, "How light-hearted I feel, how happy I am!" "Nay,"
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said the mother, "I feel so uneasy, just as if a heavy storm were
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coming." Marlinchen, however, sat weeping and weeping, and then came
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the bird flying, and as it seated itself on the roof the father said,
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"Ah, I feel so truly happy, and the sun is shining so beautifully
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outside, I feel just as if I were about to see some old friend again."
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"Nay," said the woman, "I feel so anxious, my teeth chatter, and I seem
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to have fire in my veins." And she tore her stays open, but Marlinchen
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sat in a corner crying, and held her plate before her eyes and cried
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till it was quite wet. Then the bird sat on the juniper tree, and sang,
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"My mother she killed me,"
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Then the mother stopped her ears, and shut her eyes, and would not see
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or hear, but there was a roaring in her ears like the most violent
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storm, and her eyes burnt and flashed like lightning,
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"My father he ate me,"
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"Ah, mother," says the man, "that is a beautiful bird! He sings so
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splendidly, and the sun shines so warm, and there is a smell just like
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cinnamon."
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"My sister, little Marlinchen,"
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Then Marlinchen laid her head on her knees and wept without ceasing,
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but the man said, "I am going out, I must see the bird quite close."
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"Oh, don't go," said the woman, "I feel as if the whole house were
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shaking and on fire." But the man went out and looked at the bird:
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"Gathered together all my bones,
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Tied them in a silken handkerchief,
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Laid them beneath the juniper tree,
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Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"
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On this the bird let the golden chain fall, and it fell exactly round
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the man's neck, and so exactly round it that it fitted beautifully.
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Then he went in and said, "Just look what a fine bird that is, and what
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a handsome gold chain he has given me, and how pretty he is!" But the
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woman was terrified, and fell down on the floor in the room, and her
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cap fell off her head. Then sang the bird once more,
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"My mother she killed me."
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"Would that I were a thousand feet beneath the earth so as not to hear
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that!"
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"My father he ate me,"
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Then the woman fell down again as if dead.
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"My sister, little Marlinchen,"
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"Ah," said Marlinchen, "I too will go out and see if the bird will give
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me anything," and she went out.
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"Gathered together all my bones,
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Tied them in a silken handkerchief,"
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Then he threw down the shoes to her.
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"Laid them beneath the juniper-tree,
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Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"
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Then she was light-hearted and joyous, and she put on the new red
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shoes, and danced and leaped into the house. "Ah," said she, "I was so
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sad when I went out and now I am so light-hearted; that is a splendid
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bird, he has given me a pair of red shoes!" "Well," said the woman, and
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sprang to her feet and her hair stood up like flames of fire, "I feel
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as if the world were coming to an end! I, too, will go out and see if
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my heart feels lighter." And as she went out at the door, crash! the
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bird threw down the millstone on her head, and she was entirely crushed
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by it. The father and Marlinchen heard what had happened and went out,
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and smoke, flames, and fire were rising from the place, and when that
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was over, there stood the little brother, and he took his father and
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Marlinchen by the hand, and all three were right glad, and they went
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into the house to dinner, and ate.
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