The Little Glass Man, and Other StoriesHauff, Wilhelm
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The Little Glass Man, and Other Stories
Hauff, Wilhelm
Children's stories
We had often played this joke, and I must confess to my shame mine was
the worst. I often pulled him by his cloak, and once I planted my foot
on the end of his great slippers from behind, so that he fell down.
This at first caused me great delight, but I soon ceased to laugh when
I saw Little Muck go towards my father's house. He really entered it,
and remained in it for some time. I secreted myself behind the door
and saw Little Muck come out again, accompanied by my father, who held
him respectfully by the hand, and took leave of him at the door, after
many bows. I felt very uneasy, and remained for a long time in my
hiding-place; but at length hunger, which I dreaded still more than the
thrashing, forced me to come out, and, shame-faced and with bent head,
I presented myself before my father. 'I hear you have insulted the good
Muck?' he said in a very stern voice. 'I want to tell you the history
of this Muck, and I am certain you will never mock him again; in any
case, however, before or after, you will get your punishment.' This
punishment meant twenty-five strokes, which he counted with only
too great an exactness. He took his long pipe, screwed off the amber
mouth-piece, and acquitted himself more vigorously of the task than he
had ever done before.
[Illustration: _From a wash drawing by James Pryde
_"I hear you have insulted the good Muck" he said in a very stern
voice_ (page 102)]
After having received the five-and-twenty strokes, my father ordered me
to pay attention, and related to me the story of Little Muck.
The father of Little Muck, whose real name was Mukrah, was a
distinguished but poor man here in Nicea. He, too, lived in almost as
solitary a manner as his son does at present. Unfortunately, he did
not like him, because his dwarfed stature made him ashamed of the boy,
and consequently he had him brought up in ignorance. Little Muck, when
in his sixteenth year, was still a frolicsome child; and his father, a
stern man, continually reproached him with still being so childish, and
also on account of his ignorance and stupidity.
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