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　himself；　though　I　am　very　sure　that　he　had　been　mostfortably　asleep　half　the　last　stage。　The　door　of　the　servants'　roomstood　open；　and　the　bed　looked　as　if　it　had　been　turned　over　and　over；the　candle　stood　on　the　floor；　and　had　burnt　deep　down　into　thesocket。　The　wind　blew　cold　through　the　shed：　it　was　nearer　to　the　dawnthan　to　midnight。　In　the　wooden　frame　on　the　ground　slept　a　wanderingfamily　of　musicians。　The　father　and　mother　seemed　to　be　dreaming　ofthe　burning　liquor　that　remained　in　the　bottle。　The　little　paledaughter　was　dreaming　too；　for　her　eyes　were　wet　with　tears。　The　harpstood　at　their　heads；　and　the　dog　lay　stretched　at　their　feet。〃

　THIRTIETH　EVENING

〃It　was　in　a　little　provincial　town；〃　the　Moon　said；　〃it　certainlyhappened　last　year；　but　that　has　nothing　to　do　with　the　matter。　Isaw　it　quite　plainly。　To…day　I　read　about　it　in　the　papers；　butthere　it　was　not　half　so　clearly　expressed。　In　the　taproom　of　thelittle　inn　sat　the　bear　leader；　eating　his　supper；　the　bear　was　tiedup　outside；　behind　the　wood　pile…　poor　Bruin；　who　did　nobody　any　harm；though　he　looked　grim　enough。　Up　in　the　garret　three　little　childrenwere　playing　by　the　light　of　my　beams；　the　eldest　was　perhaps　sixyears　old；　the　youngest　certainly　not　more　than　two。　'Tramp；　tramp'…somebody　was　ing　upstairs：　who　might　it　be？　The　door　was　thrustopen…　it　was　Bruin；　the　great；　shaggy　Bruin！　He　had　got　tired　ofwaiting　down　in　the　courtyard；　and　had　found　his　way　to　the　stairs。I　saw　it　all；〃　said　the　Moon。　〃The　children　were　very　muchfrightened　at　first　at　the　great　shaggy　animal；　each　of　them　creptinto　a　corner；　but　he　found　them　all　out；　and　smelt　at　them；　but　didthem　no　harm。　'This　must　be　a　great　dog；'　they　said；　and　began　tostroke　him。　He　lay　down　upon　the　ground；　the　youngest　boy　clambered　onhis　back；　and　bending　down　a　little　head　of　golden　curls；　played　athiding　in　the　beast's　shaggy　skin。　Presently　the　eldest　boy　took　hisdrum；　and　beat　upon　it　till　it　rattled　again；　the　bear　rose　upon　hishind　legs；　and　began　to　dance。　It　was　a　charming　sight　to　behold。　Eachboy　now　took　his　gun；　and　the　bear　was　obliged　to　have　one　too；　and　heheld　it　up　quite　properly。　Here　was　a　capital　playmate　they　had　found；and　they　began　marching…　one；　two；　one；　two。

〃Suddenly　some　one　came　to　the　door；　which　opened；　and　themother　of　the　children　appeared。　You　should　have　seen　her　in　herdumb　terror；　with　her　face　as　white　as　chalk；　her　mouth　half　open；　andher　eyes　fixed　in　a　horrified　stare。　But　the　youngest　boy　nodded　toher　in　great　glee；　and　called　out　in　his　infantile　prattle；　'We'replaying　at　soldiers。'　And　then　the　bear　leader　came　running　up。〃

　THIRTY…FIRST　EVENING

The　wind　blew　stormy　and　cold；　the　clouds　flew　hurriedly　past；only　for　a　moment　now　and　then　did　the　Moon　bee　visible。　He　said；〃I　looked　down　from　the　silent　sky　upon　the　driving　clouds；　and　sawthe　great　shadows　chasing　each　other　across　the　earth。　I　looked　upon　aprison。　A　closed　carriage　stood　before　it；　a　prisoner　was　to　becarried　away。　My　rays　pierced　through　the　grated　window　towards　thewall；　the　prisoner　was　scratching　a　few　lines　upon　it；　as　a　partingtoken；　but　he　did　not　write　words；　but　a　melody；　the　outpouring　of　hisheart。　The　door　was　opened；　and　he　was　led　forth；　and　fixed　his　eyesupon　my　round　disc。　Clouds　passed　between　us；　as　if　he　were　not　to　seehis　face；　nor　I　his。　He　stepped　into　the　carriage；　the　door　wasclosed；　the　whip　cracked；　and　the　horses　gallopped　off　into　thethick　forest；　whither　my　rays　were　not　able　to　follow　him；　but　as　Iglanced　through　the　grated　window；　my　rays　glided　over　the　notes；his　last　farewell　engraved　on　the　prison　wall…　where　words　fail；sounds　can　often　speak。　My　rays　could　only　light　up　isolated　notes；　sothe　greater　part　of　what　was　written　there　will　ever　remain　dark　tome。　Was　it　the　death…hymn　he　wrote　there？　Were　these　the　glad　notes　ofjoy？　Did　he　drive　away　to　meet　death；　or　hasten　to　the　embraces　of　hisbeloved？　The　rays　of　the　Moon　do　not　read　all　that　is　written　bymortals。〃

　THIRTY…SECOND　EVENING

〃I　love　the　children；〃　said　the　Moon；　〃especially　the　quite　littleones…　they　are　so　droll。　Sometimes　I　peep　into　the　room；　between　thecurtain　and　the　window　frame；　when　they　are　not　thinking　of　me。　Itgives　me　pleasure　to　see　them　dressing　and　undressing。　First；　thelittle　round　naked　shoulder　es　creeping　out　of　the　frock；　thenthe　arm；　or　I　see　how　the　stocking　is　drawn　off；　and　a　plump　littlewhite　leg　makes　its　appearance；　and　a　white　little　foot　that　is　fit　tobe　kissed；　and　I　kiss　it　too。

〃But　about　what　I　was　going　to　tell　you。　This　evening　I　lookedthrough　a　window；　before　which　no　curtain　was　drawn；　for　nobodylives　opposite。　I　saw　a　whole　troop　of　little　ones；　all　of　one　family；and　among　them　was　a　little　sister。　She　is　only　four　years　old；　butcan　say　her　prayers　as　well　as　any　of　the　rest。　The　mother　sits　by　herbed　every　evening；　and　hears　her　say　her　prayers；　and　then　she　has　akiss；　and　the　mother　sits　by　the　bed　till　the　little　one　has　gone　tosleep；　which　generally　happens　as　soon　as　ever　she　can　close　her　eyes。

〃This　evening　the　two　elder　children　were　a　little　boisterous。　Oneof　them　hopped　about　on　one　leg　in　his　long　white　nightgown；　and　theother　stood　on　a　chair　surrounded　by　the　clothes　of　all　thechildren；　and　declared　he　was　acting　Grecian　statues。　The　third　andfourth　laid　the　clean　linen　carefully　in　the　box；　for　that　is　athing　that　has　to　be　done；　and　the　mother　sat　by　the　bed　of　theyoungest；　and　announced　to　all　the　rest　that　they　were　to　be　quiet；for　little　sister　was　going　to　say　her　prayers。

〃I　looked　in；　over　the　lamp；　into　the　little　maiden's　bed；　whereshe　lay　under　the　neat　white　coverlet；　her　hands　folded　demurely　andher　little　face　quite　grave　and　serious。　She　was　praying　the　Lord'sprayer　aloud。　But　her　mother　interrupted　her　in　the　middle　of　herprayer。　'How　is　it；'　she　asked；　'that　when　you　have　prayed　for　dailybread；　you　always　add　something　I　cannot　understand？　You　must　tellme　what　that　is。'　The　little　one　lay　silent；　and　looked　at　hermother　in　embarrassment。　'What　is　it　you　say　after　our　daily　bread？''Dear　mother；　don't　be　angry：　I　only　said；　and　plenty　of　butter　onit。'〃

　　THE　END。

　　1872

　FAIRY　TALES　OF　HANS　CHRISTIAN　ANDERSEN

　WHAT　THE　OLD　MAN　DOES　IS　ALWAYS　RIGHT

　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

I　WILL　tell　you　a　story　that　was　told　me　when　I　was　a　littleboy。　Every　time　I　thought　of　this　story；　it　seemed　to　me　more　and　morecharming；　for　it　is　with　stories　as　it　is　with　many　people…　theybee　better　as　they　grow　older。

I　have　no　doubt　that　you　have　been　in　the　country；　and　seen　a　veryold　farmhouse；　with　a　thatched　roof；　and　mosses　and　small　plantsgrowing　wild　upon　it。　There　is　a　stork's　nest　on　the　ridge　of　thegable；　for　we　cannot　do　without　the　stork。　The　walls　of　the　houseare　sloping；　and　the　windows　are　low；　and　only　one　of　the　latter　ismade　to　open。　The　baking…oven　sticks　out　of　the　wall　like　a　greatknob。　An　elder…tree　hangs　over　the　palings；　and　beneath　itsbranches；　at　the　foot　of　the　paling；　is　a　pool　of　water；　in　which　afew　ducks　are　disporting　themselves。　There　is　a　yard…dog　too；　whobarks　at　all　corners。　Just　such　a　farmhouse　as　this　stood　in　a　countrylane；　and　in　it　dwelt　an　old　couple；　a　peasant　and　his　wife。　Smallas　their　possessions　were；　they　had　one　article　they　could　not　dowithout；　and　that　was　a　horse；　which　contrived　to　live　upon　thegrass　which　it　found　by　the　side　of　the　high　road。　The　old　peasantrode　into　the　town　upon　this　horse；　and　his　neighbors　often　borrowedit　of　him；　and　paid　for　the　loan　of　it　by　rendering　some　service　tothe　old　couple。　After　a　time　they　thought　it　would　be　as　well　tosell　the　horse；　or　exchange　it　for　something　which　might　be　moreuseful　to　them。　But　what　might　this　something　be？

〃You'll　know　best；　old　man；〃　said　the　wife。　〃It　is　fair…dayto…day；　so　ride　into　town；　and　get　rid　of　the　horse　for　money；　or　makea　good　exchange；　whichever　you　do　will　be　right　to　me；　so　ride　to　thefair。〃

And　she　fastened　his　neckerchief　for　him；　for　she　could　do　thatbetter　than　he　could；　and　she　could　also　tie　it　very　prettily　in　adouble　bow。　She　also　smoothed　his　hat　round　and　round　with　the　palm　ofher　hand；　and　gave　him　a　kiss。　Then　he　rode　away　upon　the　horse　thatwas　to　be　sold　or　bartered　for　something　else。　Yes；　the　old　man　knewwhat　he　was　about。　The　sun　shone　with　great　heat；　and　not　a　cloudwas　to　be　seen　in　the　sky。　The　road　was　very　dusty；　for　a　number　ofpeople；　all　going　to　the　fair；　were　driving；　riding；　or　walking　uponit。　There　was　no　shelter　anywhere　from　the　hot　sunshine。　Among　therest　a　man　came　trudging　along；　and　driving　a　cow　to　the　fair。　The　cowwas　as　beautiful　a　creature　as　any　cow　could　be。

〃She　gives　good　milk；　I　am　certain；〃　said　the　peasant　tohimself。　〃That　would　be　a　very　good　exchange：　the　cow　for　the　horse。Hallo　there！　you　with　the　cow；〃　he　said。　〃I　tell　you　what；　I　daresay　a　horse　is　of　more　value　than　a　cow；　but　I　don't　care　for　that；…　acow　will　be　more　useful　to　me；　so；　if　you　like；　we'll　exchange。〃

〃To　be　sure　I　will；〃　said　the　man。

Accordingly　the　exchange　was　made；　and　as　the　matter　wassettled；　the　peasant　might　have　turned　back；　for　he　had　done　thebusiness　he　came　to　do。　But；　having　made　up　his　mind　to　go　to　thefair；　he　determined　to　do　so；　if　only　to　have　a　look　at　it；　so　on　hewent　to　the　town　with　his　cow。　Leading　the　animal；　he　strode　onsturdily；　and；　after　a　short　time；　overtook　a　man　who　was　driving　asheep。　It　was　a　good　fat　sheep；　with　a　fine　fleece　on　its　back。

〃I　should　like　to　have　that　fellow；〃　said　the　peasant　tohimself。　〃There　is　plenty　of　grass　for　him　by　our　palings；　and　inthe　winter　we　could　keep　him　in　the　room　with　us。　Perhaps　it　wouldbe　more　profitable　to　have　a　sheep　than　a　cow。　Shall　I　exchange？〃

The　man　with　the　sheep　was　quite　ready；　and　the　bargain　wasquickly　made。　And　then　our　peasant　continued　his　way　on　thehigh…road　with　his　sheep。　Soon　after　this；　he　overtook　another　man；who　had　e　into　the　road　from　a　field；　and　was　carrying　a　largegoose　under　his　arm。

〃What　a　heavy　creature　you　have　there！〃　said　the　peasant；　〃ithas　plenty　of　feathers　and　plenty　of　fat；　and　would　look　well　tiedto　a　string；　or　paddling　in　the　water　at　our　place。　That　would　be　veryuseful　to　my　old　woman；　she　could　make　all　sorts　of　profits　out　of　it。How　often　she　has　said；　'If　now　we　only　had　a　goose！'　Now　here　is　anopportunity；　and；　if　possible；　I　will　get　it　for　her。　Shall　weexchange？　I　will　give　you　my　sheep　for　your　goose；　and　thanks　into　thebargain。〃

The　other　had　not　the　least　objection；　and　accordingly　theexchange　was　made；　and　our　peasant　became　possessor　of　the　goose。　Bythis　time　he　had　arrived　very　near　the　town。　The　crowd　on　the　highroad　had　been　gradually　increasing；　and　there　was　quite　a　rush　ofmen　and　cattle。　The　cattle　walked　on　the　path　and　by　the　palings；and　at　the　turnpike…gate　they　even　walked　into　the　toll…keeper'spotato…field；　where　one　fowl　was　strutting　about　with　a　string　tied　toits　leg；　for　fear　it　should　take　fright　at　the　crowd；　and　run　away　andget　lost。　The　tail…feathers　of　the　fowl　were　very　short；　and　it　winkedwith　both　its　eyes；　and　looked　very　cunning；　as　it　said　〃Cluck；cluck。〃　What　were　the　thoughts　of　the　fowl　as　it　said　this　I　cannottell　you；　but　directly　our　good　man　saw　it；　he　thought；　〃Why　that'sthe　finest　fowl　I　ever　saw　in　my　life；　it's　finer　than　our　parson'sbrood　hen；　upon　my　word。　I　should　like　to　have　that　fowl。　Fowls　canalways　pick　up　a　few　grains　that　lie　about；　and　almost　keepthemselves。　I　think　it　would　be　a　good　exchange　if　I　could　get　itfor　my　goose。　Shall　we　exchange？〃　he　asked　the　toll…keeper。

〃Exchange；〃　repeated　the　man；　〃well；　it　would　not　be　a　bad　thing。〃

And　so　they　made　an　exchange；…　the　toll…keeper　at　theturnpike…gate　kept　the　goose；　and　the　peasant　carried　off　the　fowl。Now　he　had　really　done　a　great　deal　of　business　on　his　way　to　thefair；　and　he　was　hot　and　tired。　He　wanted　something　to　eat；　and　aglass　of　ale　to　refresh　himself；　so　he　turned　his　steps　to　an　inn。He　was　just　about　to　enter　when　the　ostler　came　out；　and　they　met　atthe　door。　The　ostler　was　carrying　a　sack。　〃What　have　you　in　thatsack？〃　asked　the　peasant。

〃Rotten　apples；〃　answered　the　ostler；　〃a　whole　sackful　of　them。They　will　do　to　feed　the　pigs　with。〃

〃Why　that　will　be　terrible　waste；〃　he　replied；　〃I　should　like　totake　them　home　to　my　old　woman。　Last　year　the　old　apple…tree　by　thegrass…plot　only　bore　one　apple；　and　we　kept　it　in　the　cupboard　till　itwas　quite　withered　and　rotten。　It　was　always　property；　my　old　womansaid；　and　here　she　would　see　a　great　deal　of　property…　a　wholesackful；　I　should　like　to　show　them　to　her。〃

〃What　will　you　give　me　for　the　sackful？〃　asked　the　ostler。

〃What　will　I　give？　Well；　I　will　give　you　my　fowl　in　exchange。〃

So　he　gave　up　the　fowl；　and　received　the　apples；　which　hecarried　into　the　inn　parlor。　He　leaned　the　sack　carefully　againstthe　stove；　and　then　went　to　the　table。　But　the　stove　was　hot；　and　hehad　not　thought　of　that。　Many　guests　were　present…　horse　dealers；cattle　drovers；　and　two　Englishmen。　The　Englishmen　were　so　rich　thattheir　pockets　quite　bulged　out　and　seemed　ready　to　burst；　and　theycould　bet　too；　as　you　shall　hear。　〃Hiss…s…s；　hiss…s…s。〃　What　couldthat　be　by　the　stove？　The　apples　were　beginning　to　roast。　〃What　isthat？〃　asked　one。

〃Why；　do　you　know〃…　said　our　peasant。　And　then　he　told　them　thewhole　story　of　the　horse；　which　he　had　exchanged　for　a　cow；　and　allthe　rest　of　it；　down　to　the　apples。

〃Well；　your　old　woman　will　give　it　you　well　when　you　get　home；〃said　one　of　the　Englishmen。　〃Won't　there　be　a　noise？〃

〃What！　Give　me　what？〃　said　the　peasant。　〃Why；　she　will　kiss　me；and　say；　'what　the　old　man　does　is　always　right。'〃

〃Let　us　lay　a　wager　on　it；〃　said　the　Englishmen。　〃We'll　wageryou　a　ton　of　coined　gold；　a　hundred　pounds　to　the　hundred…weight。〃

〃No；　a　bushel　will　be　enough；〃　replied　the　peasant。　〃I　can　onlyset　a　bushel　of　apples　against　it；　and　I'll　throw　myself　and　my　oldwoman　into　the　bargain；　that　will　pile　up　the　measure；　I　fancy。〃

〃Done！　taken！〃　and　so　the　bet　was　made。

Then　the　landlord's　coach　came　to　the　door；　and　the　two　Englishmenand　the　peasant　got　in；　and　away　they　drove；　and　soon　arrived　andstopped　at　the　peasant's　hut。　〃Good　evening；　old　woman。〃　〃Goodevening；　old　man。〃　〃I've　made　the　exchange。〃

〃Ah；　well；　you　understand　what　you're　about；〃　said　the　woman。　Thenshe　embraced　him；　and　paid　no　attention　to　the　strangers；　nor　didshe　notice　the　sack。

〃I　got　a　cow　in　exchange　for　the　horse。〃

〃Thank　Heaven；〃　said　she。　〃Now　we　shall　have　plenty　of　milk；　andbutter；　and　cheese　on　the　table。　That　was　a　capital　exchange。〃

〃Yes；　but　I　changed　the　cow　for　a　sheep。〃

〃Ah；　better　still！〃　cried　the　wife。　〃You　always　think　ofeverything；　we　have　just　enough　pasture　for　a　sheep。　Ewe's　milk　andcheese；　woollen　jackets　and　stockings！　The　cow　could　not　give　allthese；　and　her　hair　only　falls　off。　How　you　think　of　everything！〃

〃But　I　changed　away　the　sheep　for　a　goose。〃

〃Then　we　shall　have　roast　goose　to　eat　this　year。　You　dear　oldman；　you　are　always　thinking　of　something　to　please　me。　This　isdelightful。　We　can　let　the　goose　walk　about　with　a　string　tied　toher　leg；　so　she　will　be　fatter　still　before　we　roast　her。〃

〃But　I　gave　away　the　goose　for　a　fowl。〃

〃A　fowl！　Well；　that　was　a　good　exchange；〃　replied　the　woman。〃The　fowl　will　lay　eggs　and　hatch　them；　and　we　sh