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hanhere；　where　it　is　always　summer；　and　the　flowers　bloom　in　greaterbeauty。　Fly　now　with　me；　dear　little　Tiny；　you　saved　my　life　when　Ilay　frozen　in　that　dark　passage。〃

〃Yes；　I　will　go　with　you；〃　said　Tiny；　and　she　seated　herself　onthe　bird's　back；　with　her　feet　on　his　outstretched　wings；　and　tied　hergirdle　to　one　of　his　strongest　feathers。

Then　the　swallow　rose　in　the　air；　and　flew　over　forest　and　oversea；　high　above　the　highest　mountains；　covered　with　eternal　snow。　Tinywould　have　been　frozen　in　the　cold　air；　but　she　crept　under　the　bird'swarm　feathers；　keeping　her　little　head　uncovered；　so　that　she　mightadmire　the　beautiful　lands　over　which　they　passed。　At　length　theyreached　the　warm　countries；　where　the　sun　shines　brightly；　and　the　skyseems　so　much　higher　above　the　earth。　Here；　on　the　hedges；　and　bythe　wayside；　grew　purple；　green；　and　white　grapes；　lemons　andoranges　hung　from　trees　in　the　woods；　and　the　air　was　fragrant　withmyrtles　and　orange　blossoms。　Beautiful　children　ran　along　thecountry　lanes；　playing　with　large　gay　butterflies；　and　as　theswallow　flew　farther　and　farther；　every　place　appeared　still　morelovely。

At　last　they　came　to　a　blue　lake；　and　by　the　side　of　it；　shaded　bytrees　of　the　deepest　green；　stood　a　palace　of　dazzling　white　marble；built　in　the　olden　times。　Vines　clustered　round　its　lofty　pillars；　andat　the　top　were　many　swallows'　nests；　and　one　of　these　was　the　home　ofthe　swallow　who　carried　Tiny。

〃This　is　my　house；〃　said　the　swallow；　〃but　it　would　not　do　for　youto　live　there…　you　would　not　be　fortable。　You　must　choose　foryourself　one　of　those　lovely　flowers；　and　I　will　put　you　down　upon　it；and　then　you　shall　have　everything　that　you　can　wish　to　make　youhappy。〃

〃That　will　be　delightful；〃　she　said；　and　clapped　her　littlehands　for　joy。

A　large　marble　pillar　lay　on　the　ground；　which；　in　falling；　hadbeen　broken　into　three　pieces。　Between　these　pieces　grew　the　mostbeautiful　large　white　flowers；　so　the　swallow　flew　down　with　Tiny；　andplaced　her　on　one　of　the　broad　leaves。　But　how　surprised　she　was　tosee　in　the　middle　of　the　flower；　a　tiny　little　man；　as　white　andtransparent　as　if　he　had　been　made　of　crystal！　He　had　a　gold　crownon　his　head；　and　delicate　wings　at　his　shoulders；　and　was　not　muchlarger　than　Tiny　herself。　He　was　the　angel　of　the　flower；　for　a　tinyman　and　a　tiny　woman　dwell　in　every　flower；　and　this　was　the　king　ofthem　all。

〃Oh；　how　beautiful　he　is！〃　whispered　Tiny　to　the　swallow。

The　little　prince　was　at　first　quite　frightened　at　the　bird；　whowas　like　a　giant；　pared　to　such　a　delicate　little　creature　ashimself；　but　when　he　saw　Tiny；　he　was　delighted；　and　thought　her　theprettiest　little　maiden　he　had　ever　seen。　He　took　the　gold　crownfrom　his　head；　and　placed　it　on　hers；　and　asked　her　name；　and　if　shewould　be　his　wife；　and　queen　over　all　the　flowers。

This　certainly　was　a　very　different　sort　of　husband　to　the　sonof　a　toad；　or　the　mole；　with　my　black　velvet　and　fur；　so　she　said；〃Yes；〃　to　the　handsome　prince。　Then　all　the　flowers　opened；　and　out　ofeach　came　a　little　lady　or　a　tiny　lord；　all　so　pretty　it　was　quite　apleasure　to　look　at　them。　Each　of　them　brought　Tiny　a　present；　but　thebest　gift　was　a　pair　of　beautiful　wings；　which　had　belonged　to　a　largewhite　fly　and　they　fastened　them　to　Tiny's　shoulders；　so　that　shemight　fly　from　flower　to　flower。　Then　there　was　much　rejoicing；　andthe　little　swallow　who　sat　above　them；　in　his　nest；　was　asked　tosing　a　wedding　song；　which　he　did　as　well　as　he　could；　but　in　hisheart　he　felt　sad　for　he　was　very　fond　of　Tiny；　and　would　have　likednever　to　part　from　her　again。

〃You　must　not　be　called　Tiny　any　more；〃　said　the　spirit　of　theflowers　to　her。　〃It　is　an　ugly　name；　and　you　are　so　very　pretty。　Wewill　call　you　Maia。〃

〃Farewell；　farewell；〃　said　the　swallow；　with　a　heavy　heart　as　heleft　the　warm　countries　to　fly　back　into　Denmark。　There　he　had　anest　over　the　window　of　a　house　in　which　dwelt　the　writer　of　fairytales。　The　swallow　sang；　〃Tweet；　tweet；〃　and　from　his　song　came　thewhole　story。

　THE　END。

　　1872

　FAIRY　TALES　OF　HANS　CHRISTIAN　ANDERSEN

　　　LITTLE　TUK

　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

YES；　they　called　him　Little　Tuk；　but　it　was　not　his　real　name；he　had　called　himself　so　before　he　could　speak　plainly；　and　he　meantit　for　Charles。　It　was　all　very　well　for　those　who　knew　him；　but　notfor　strangers。

Little　Tuk　was　left　at　home　to　take　care　of　his　little　sister；Gustava；　who　was　much　younger　than　himself；　and　he　had　to　learn　hislessons　at　the　same　time；　and　the　two　things　could　not　very　well　beperformed　together。　The　poor　boy　sat　there　with　his　sister　on　his　lap；and　sung　to　her　all　the　songs　he　knew；　and　now　and　then　he　looked　intohis　geography　lesson　that　lay　open　before　him。　By　the　next　morninghe　had　to　learn　by　heart　all　the　towns　in　Zealand；　and　all　thatcould　be　described　of　them。

His　mother　came　home　at　last；　and　took　little　Gustava　in　her　arms。Then　Tuk　ran　to　the　window；　and　read　so　eagerly　that　he　nearly　readhis　eyes　out；　for　it　had　bee　darker　and　darker　every　minute；　andhis　mother　had　no　money　to　buy　a　light。

〃There　goes　the　old　washerwoman　up　the　lane；〃　said　the　mother；as　she　looked　out　of　the　window；　〃the　poor　woman　can　hardly　dragherself　along；　and　now　she　had　to　drag　a　pail　of　water　from　thewell。　Be　a　good　boy；　Tuk；　and　run　across　and　help　the　old　woman；　won'tyou？〃

So　Tuk　ran　across　quickly；　and　helped　her；　but　when　he　came　backinto　the　room　it　was　quite　dark；　and　there　was　not　a　word　said　about　alight；　so　he　was　obliged　to　go　to　bed　on　his　little　trucklebedstead；　and　there　he　lay　and　thought　of　his　geography　lesson；　and　ofZealand；　and　of　all　the　master　had　told　him。　He　ought　really　to　haveread　it　over　again；　but　he　could　not　for　want　of　light。　So　he　putthe　geography　book　under　his　pillow；　for　he　had　heard　that　this　wasa　great　help　towards　learning　a　lesson；　but　not　always　to　bedepended　upon。　He　still　lay　thinking　and　thinking；　when　all　at　once　itseemed　as　if　some　one　kissed　him　on　his　eyes　and　mouth。　He　slept　andyet　he　did　not　sleep；　and　it　appeared　as　if　the　old　washerwoman　lookedat　him　with　kind　eyes　and　said；　〃It　would　be　a　great　pity　if　you　didnot　know　your　lesson　to…morrow　morning；　you　helped　me；　and　now　Iwill　help　you；　and　Providence　will　always　keep　those　who　helpthemselves；〃　and　at　the　same　time　the　book　under　Tuk's　pillow　began　tomove　about。　〃Cluck；　cluck；　cluck；〃　cried　a　hen　as　she　crept　towardshim。　〃I　am　a　hen　from　Kjoge；〃　and　then　she　told　him　how　manyinhabitants　the　town　contained；　and　about　a　battle　that　had　beenfought　there；　which　really　was　not　worth　speaking　of。

〃Crack；　crack；〃　down　fell　something。　It　was　a　wooden　bird；　theparrot　which　is　used　as　a　target　as　Prastoe。　He　said　there　were　asmany　inhabitants　in　that　town　as　he　had　nails　in　his　body。　He　was　veryproud；　and　said；　〃Thorwalsden　lived　close　to　me；　and　here　I　am　now；quite　fortable。〃

But　now　little　Tuk　was　no　longer　in　bed；　all　in　a　moment　hefound　himself　on　horseback。　Gallop；　gallop；　away　he　went；　seated　infront　of　a　richly…attired　knight；　with　a　waving　plume；　who　held　him　onthe　saddle；　and　so　they　rode　through　the　wood　by　the　old　town　ofWordingburg；　which　was　very　large　and　busy。　The　king's　castle　wassurrounded　by　lofty　towers；　and　radiant　light　streamed　from　all　thewindows。　Within　there　were　songs　and　dancing；　King　Waldemar　and　theyoung　gayly…dressed　ladies　of　the　court　were　dancing　together。　Morningdawned；　and　as　the　sun　rose；　the　whole　city　and　the　king's　castle　sanksuddenly　down　together。　One　tower　after　another　fell；　till　at　lastonly　one　remained　standing　on　the　hill　where　the　castle　had　formerlybeen。

The　town　now　appeared　small　and　poor；　and　the　school…boys　readin　their　books；　which　they　carried　under　their　arms；　that　it　containedtwo　thousand　inhabitants；　but　this　was　a　mere　boast；　for　it　did　notcontain　so　many。

And　again　little　Tuk　lay　in　his　bed；　scarcely　knowing　whether　hewas　dreaming　or　not；　for　some　one　stood　by　him。

〃Tuk！　little　Tuk！〃　said　a　voice。　It　was　a　very　little　person　whospoke。　He　was　dressed　as　a　sailor；　and　looked　small　enough　to　be　amiddy；　but　he　was　not　one。　〃I　bring　you　many　greetings　from　Corsor。　Itis　a　rising　town；　full　of　life。　It　has　steamships　and　mail…coaches。　Intimes　past　they　used　to　call　it　ugly；　but　that　is　no　longer　true。　Ilie　on　the　sea…shore；〃　said　Corsor；　〃I　have　high…roads　andpleasure…gardens；　I　have　given　birth　to　a　poet　who　was　witty　andentertaining；　which　they　are　not　all。　I　once　wanted　to　fit　out　aship　to　sail　round　the　world；　but　I　did　not　acplish　it；　though　mostlikely　I　might　have　done　so。　But　I　am　fragrant　with　perfume；　for　closeto　my　gates　most　lovely　roses　bloom。〃

Then　before　the　eyes　of　little　Tuk　appeared　a　confusion　of　colors；red　and　green；　but　it　cleared　off；　and　he　could　distinguish　a　cliffclose　to　the　bay；　the　slopes　of　which　were　quite　overgrown　withverdure；　and　on　its　summit　stood　a　fine　old　church　with　pointedtowers。　Springs　of　water　flowed　out　of　the　cliff　in　thick　waterspouts；so　that　there　was　a　continual　splashing。　Close　by　sat　an　old　king　witha　golden　crown　on　his　white　head。　This　was　King　Hroar　of　the　Springsand　near　the　springs　stood　the　town　of　Roeskilde；　as　it　is　called。Then　all　the　kings　and　queens　of　Denmark　went　up　the　ascent　to　the　oldchurch；　hand　in　hand；　with　golden　crowns　on　their　heads；　while　theorgan　played　and　the　fountains　sent　forth　jets　of　water。

Little　Tuk　saw　and　heard　it　all。　〃Don't　forget　the　names　ofthese　towns；〃　said　King　Hroar。

All　at　once　everything　vanished；　but　where！　It　seemed　to　himlike　turning　over　the　leaves　of　a　book。　And　now　there　stood　before　himan　old　peasant　woman；　who　had　e　from　Soroe　where　the　grass　grows　inthe　market…place。　She　had　a　green　linen　apron　thrown　over　her　head　andshoulders；　and　it　was　quite　wet；　as　if　it　had　been　raining　heavily。〃Yes；　that　it　has；〃　said　she；　and　then；　just　as　she　was　going　totell　him　a　great　many　pretty　stories　from　Holberg's　edies；　andabout　Waldemar　and　Absalom；　she　suddenly　shrunk　up　together；　andwagged　her　head　as　if　she　were　a　frog　about　to　spring。　〃Croak；〃　shecried；　〃it　is　always　wet；　and　as　quiet　as　death　in　Soroe。〃　Then　littleTuk　saw　she　was　changed　into　a　frog。　〃Croak；〃　and　again　she　was　an　oldwoman。　〃One　must　dress　according　to　the　weather；〃　said　she。　〃It　iswet；　and　my　town　is　just　like　a　bottle。　By　the　cork　we　must　go　in；　andby　the　cork　we　must　e　out　again。　In　olden　times　I　had　beautifulfish；　and　now　I　have　fresh；　rosy…cheeked　boys　in　the　bottom　of　thebottle；　and　they　learn　wisdom；　Hebrew　and　Greek。〃

〃Croak。〃　How　it　sounded　like　the　cry　of　the　frogs　on　the　moor；or　like　the　creaking　of　great　boots　when　some　one　is　marching；…　alwaysthe　same　tone；　so　monotonous　and　wearing；　that　little　Tuk　at　lengthfell　fast　asleep；　and　then　the　sound　could　not　annoy　him。　But　evenin　this　sleep　came　a　dream　or　something　like　it。　His　little　sisterGustava；　with　her　blue　eyes；　and　fair　curly　hair；　had　grown　up　abeautiful　maiden　all　at　once；　and　without　having　wings　she　couldfly。　And　they　flew　together　over　Zealand；　over　green　forests　andblue　lakes。

〃Hark；　so　you　hear　the　cock　crow；　little　Tuk。　'Cock…a…doodle…doo。'The　fowls　are　flying　out　of　Kjoge。　You　shall　have　a　large　farm…yard。You　shall　never　suffer　hunger　or　want。　The　bird　of　good　omen　shallbe　yours；　and　you　shall　bee　a　rich　and　happy　man；　your　houseshall　rise　up　like　King　Waldemar's　towers；　and　shall　be　richly　adornedwith　marble　statues；　like　those　at　Prastoe。　Understand　me　well；　yourname　shall　travel　with　fame　round　the　world　like　the　ship　that　wasto　sail　from　Corsor；　and　at　Roeskilde；…　Don't　forget　the　names　ofthe　towns；　as　King　Hroar　said；…　you　shall　speak　well　and　clearlylittle　Tuk；　and　when　at　last　you　lie　in　your　grave　you　shall　sleeppeacefully；　as…〃

〃As　if　I　lay　in　Soroe；〃　said　little　Tuk　awaking。　It　was　brightdaylight；　and　he　could　not　remember　his　dream；　but　that　was　notnecessary；　for　we　are　not　to　know　what　will　happen　to　us　in　thefuture。　Then　he　sprang　out　of　bed　quickly；　and　read　over　his　lesson　inthe　book；　and　knew　it　all　at　once　quite　correctly。　The　old　washerwomanput　her　head　in　at　the　door；　and　nodded　to　him　quite　kindly；　and　said；〃Many　thanks；　you　good　child；　for　your　help　yesterday。　I　hope　all　yourbeautiful　dreams　will　e　true。〃

Little　Tuk　did　not　at　all　know　what　he　had　dreamt；　but　One　abovedid。

THE　END。

　　1872

　FAIRY　TALES　OF　HANS　CHRISTIAN　ANDERSEN

　　OLE　THE　TOWER…KEEPER

　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

〃IN　the　world　it's　always　going　up　and　down；　and　now　I　can't　go　upany　higher！〃　So　said　Ole　the　tower…keeper。　〃Most　people　have　to　tryboth　the　ups　and　the　downs；　and；　rightly　considered；　we　all　get　tobe　watchmen　at　last；　and　look　down　upon　life　from　a　height。〃

Such　was　the　speech　of　Ole；　my　friend；　the　old　tower…keeper；　astrange；　talkative　old　fellow；　who　seemed　to　speak　out　everything　thatcame　into　his　head；　and　who　for　all　that　had　many　a　serious　thoughtdeep　in　his　heart。　Yes；　he　was　the　child　of　respectable　people；　andthere　were　even　some　who　said　that　he　was　the　son　of　a　privycouncillor；　or　that　he　might　have　been。　He　had　studied；　too；　and　hadbeen　assistant　teacher　and　deputy　clerk；　but　of　what　service　was　allthat　to　him？　In　those　days　he　lived　in　the　clerk's　house；　and　was　tohave　everything　in　the　house…　to　be　at　free　quarters；　as　the　sayingis；　but　he　was　still；　so　to　speak；　a　fine　young　gentleman。　He　wantedto　have　his　boots　cleaned　with　patent　blacking；　and　the　clerk　couldonly　afford　ordinary　grease；　and　upon　that　point　they　split。　One　spokeof　stinginess；　the　other　of　vanity；　and　the　blacking　became　theblack　cause　of　enmity　between　them；　and　at　last　they　parted。

This　is　what　he　demanded　of　the　world　in　general；　namely；　patentblacking；　and　he　got　nothing　but　grease。　Accordingly；　he　at　lastdrew　back　from　all　men；　and　became　a　hermit；　but　the　church　tower　isthe　only　place　in　a　great　city　where　hermitage；　office　and　bread　canbe　found　together。　So　he　betook　himself　up　thither；　and　smoked　hispipe　as　he　made　his　solitary　rounds。　He　looked　upward　and　downward；and　had　his　own　thoughts；　and　told　in　his　own　way　of　what　he　read　inbooks　and　in　himself。　I　often　lent　him　books…　good　books；　and　youmay　know　by　the　pany　he　keeps。　He　loved　neither　the　Englishgoverness　novels　nor　the　French　ones；　which　he　called　a　mixture　ofempty　wind　and　raisin…stalks：　he　wanted　biographies；　anddescriptions　of　the　wonders　of；　the　world。　I　visited　him　at　least　oncea　year；　generally　directly　after　New　Year's　day；　and　then　he　alwaysspoke　of　this　and　that　which　the　change　of　the　year　had　put　into　hishead。

I　will　tell　the　story　of　three　of　these　visits；　and　will　reproducehis　own　words　whenever　I　can　remember　them。

　　FIRST　VISIT

Among　the　books　which　I　had　lately　lent　Ole；　was　one　which　hadgreatly　rejoiced　and　occupied　him。　It　was　a　geological　book；containing　an　account　of　the　boulders。

〃Yes；　they're　rare　old　fellows；　those　boulders！〃　he　said；　〃andto　think　that　we　should　pass　them　without　noticing　them！　And　overthe　street　pavement；　the　paving　stones；　those　fragments　of　theoldest　remains　of　antiquity；　one　walks　without　ever　thinking　aboutthem。　I　have　done　the　very　thing　myself。　But　now　I　look　respectfullyat　every　paving…stone。　Many　thanks　for　the　book！　It　has　filled　me　withthought；　and　has　made　me　long　to　read　more　on　the　subject。　The　romanceof　the　earth　is；　after　all；　the　most　wonderful　of　all　romances。　It's　apity　one　can't　read　the　first　volume　of　i