Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Fairy tales
'What is the meaning of this inhuman prank? The evil one must have put
it into your head.'
'Father,' answered the Lad, 'just listen to me. I am quite innocent.
He stood there in the dark, like a man with some wicked design. I did
not know who it was, and I warned him three times to speak, or to go
away!'
'Alas!' said his Father, 'you bring me nothing but disaster. Go away
out of my sight. I will have nothing more to do with you.'
'Gladly, Father. Only wait till daylight; then I will go away, and
learn to shudder. Then, at least, I shall have one art to make my
living by.'
'Learn what you like,' said his Father. 'It's all the same to me. Here
are fifty thalers for you. Go out into the world, and don't tell a
creature where you come from, or who your Father is, for you will only
bring me to shame.'
'Just as you please, Father. If that is all you want, I can easily
fulfil your desire.'
At daybreak, the Lad put his fifty thalers into his pocket, and went
out along the high road, repeating over and over to himself as he
went: 'If only I could shudder, if only I could shudder.'
A Man came by and overheard the words the Lad was saying to himself,
and when they had gone a little further, and came within sight of the
gallows, he said: 'See, there is the tree where those seven have been
wedded to the ropemaker's daughter, and are now learning to fly. Sit
down below them, and when night comes you will soon learn to shudder.'
'If nothing more than that is needed,' said the Lad, 'it is easily
done. And if I learn to shudder as easily as that, you shall have my
fifty thalers. Come back to me early to-morrow morning.'
Then the Lad went up to the gallows, and sat down under them to wait
till night came.
As he was cold he lighted a fire, but at midnight the wind grew so
cold that he did not know how to keep himself warm.
The wind blew the men on the gallows backwards and forwards, and swung
them against each other, so he thought: 'Here am I freezing by the
fire, how much colder they must be up there.'
And as he was very compassionate, he mounted the ladder, undid them,
and brought all seven down one by one.
Then he blew up the fire, and placed them round it to warm themselves.
They sat there and never moved, even when the fire caught their
clothing.
'Take care, or I will hang you all up again.'
The dead men, of course, could not hear, and remained silent while
their few rags were burnt up.
Then he grew angry, and said: 'If you won't take care of yourselves,
I can't help you, and I won't be burnt with you.'
So he hung them all up again in a row, and sat down by the fire and
went to sleep again.
Next morning, the Man, wanting to get his fifty thalers, came to him
and said: 'Now do you know what shuddering means?'
'No,' he said; 'how should I have learnt it? Those fellows up there
never opened their mouths, and they were so stupid that they let the
few poor rags they had about them burn.'
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