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Slyboots was already on the sea when his pursuer reached the shore, panting and puffing.
As before, the Old Boy cried out, "Nicodemus, my son," and repeated the former questions.
At last he asked, " Nicodemus, my son, have you stolen my gold and silver utensils ?
" " Cer tainly, my father," answered Slyboots.
" Nicodemus, my son, do you promise to come again ?
" " No, my father," answered Slyboots, hurrying along the bridge.
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cursed and scolded after the thief, he could not catch him, and he had now been despoiled of all his magic treasures.
Slyboots found his friend with the gray beard waiting for him on the other side of the sea, and he threw down the bag of heavy gold and silver ware, which the ring of strength had enabled him to bring away, and sat down to rest his weary limbs. "
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When Slyboots came before the king with his rich booty, which was enough to make at least ten horse loads, he found him extremely kind and friendly, and he took the opportunity to make the request which his old friend had advised. The king was glad that the treasure bringer asked for no greater reward, and ordered his daughter to hide herself behind the door in the evening, to overhear what the coachman and the chamberlain were talking about.
The brothers had grown haughty with prosperity, and boasted of their good luck, and what was worse, they both boasted to each other of the favors of the princess in her own hearing ! She ran to her father, flushed with shame and anger, and told him, weeping, what shameful lies she had heard with her own ears, and begged him to punish the wretches. The king imme diately ordered them both to be thrown into prison, and when they had confessed their guilt before the court next day, they were executed, while Slyboots was promoted to the rank of king's councilor.
Some time afterwards the country was invaded by a foreign king, and Slyboots was sent against the enemy in the field. Then he drew the sword which he had brought from the under world for the first time, and began to slaughter the hostile army, and soon none were left alive on the bloody field. The king was so pleased at the victory that he made Slyboots his son-in-law.
The old man now told him much that shocked him.
brothers hate you, and will do all they can to destroy you, if you do not oppose their wicked attempts. They will urge the king on to set you tasks in which you are very likely to perish. When you bring your rich load to the king this evening, you will find him friendly disposed towards you; and then ask, as your only reward, that his daughter should be hidden behind the door in the evening, to hear what your brothers talk about together. "
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RUSSIAN FAIRY TALES. Edited by R. NISBET BAIN. The Golden Mountain.
There was once upon a time a merchant's son who squan dered and wasted all his goods. To such a pass did he come at last that he had nothing to eat. So he seized a spade, went out into the market place, and began waiting to see if any one would hire him as a laborer. And behold, the merchant who was one in seven hundred [seven hundred times richer than any one else] came along that way in his gilded coach ; all the day laborers saw him, and the whole lot of them immediately scattered in every direction and hid themselves in corners. The merchant's son alone of them all remained standing in the market place. "
" Do you want work, young man ?
said the merchant who was one in seven hundred ; " then take hire from me. "
" Right willingly ; 'twas for no other reason that I came to the market place. " "
" And what wage do you require ?
" If you lay me down one hundred roubles a day, 'tis a bar gain. " "
" If you think it dear, go and seek a cheaper article ; but this I know, crowds of people were here just now, you came, and —away they all bolted. "
" That is somewhat dear !
" Well, agreed ! come to-morrow to the haven. "
The next day, early in the morning, our merchant's son came to the haven ; the merchant who was one in seven hun dred had already been awaiting him some time. They went on board ship and went to sea. They sailed and sailed. In the midst of the sea an island appeared ; on this island stood high mountains, and on the sea-shore something or other was burn ing like fire. "
" Can that which I see be fire ?
" Nay, that is my little golden castle. "
They drew near to the island ; they went ashore ; his wife and
daughter came forth to meet the merchant who was one in seven hundred, and the daughter was beautiful with a beauty that no man can imagine or devise, and no tale can tell. As soon as
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they had greeted one another they went on to the castle, and took the new laborer along with them ; they sat them down at table, they began to eat, drink, and be merry. " A fig for to-day," said the host; "to-day we'll feast, to-morrow we'll work. "
And the merchant's son was a fair youth, strong and stately, of a ruddy countenance like milk and blood, and he fell in love with the lovely damsel. She went out into the next room ; she called him secretly, and gave him a flint and steel. " Take them," said she, "and if you should be in any need, use them. "
Next day the merchant who was one in seven hundred set out with his servant for the high golden mountain. They climbed and climbed, but they climbed not up to the top; they crawled and crawled, but they crawled not up to the top.
"Well," said the merchant, "let's have a drink first of all. " And the merchant handed him a sleeping poison. The laborer drank and fell asleep.
The merchant drew out his knife, killed his wretched nag which he had brought with him, took out its entrails, put the young man into the horse's stomach, put the spade in too, sewed up the wound, and went and hid himself among the bushes.
Suddenly there flew down a whole host of black iron-beaked ravens. They took up the carcass, carried it up into the mountain, and fell a-pecking it; they began eating up the horse, and soon pierced right down to the merchant's son. Then he awoke, beat off the black crows, " looked hither and thither, and asked himself, " Where am I ?
The merchant who was one in seven hundred bawled up at him, " On the golden mountain ; come, take your spade and dig gold. "
So he digged and digged, throwing it all down below, and
the merchant put it on wagons. By evening he had filled
nine wagons.
"That'll do," cried the merchant who was one in seven
hundred ; " thanks for your labor. Adieu ! "
"Buthowabout me? "
"You may get on as best you can. Ninety- nine of your
sort have perished on that mountain — you will just make up the hundred ! " Thus spake the merchant, and departed.
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" What's to be done now ? " thought the merchant's son : " to get down from this mountain is quite impossible. I shall certainly starve to death. " So there he stood on the mountain, and above him wheeled the black iron-beaked crows: they plainly scented their prey. He began to bethink him how all this had come to pass, and then it occurred to him how the lovely damsel had taken him aside and given him the flint and steel, and said to him herself, "Take and you are in need make use of it. "
"And look now, she did not say in vain. Let us try it. "
arms and bore him carefully down from the mountain. The
and, lo, ship was
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The merchant's son took out the flint and steel, struck once, and immediately out jumped two fair young heroes.
" What do you want What do you want
"Take me from this mountain to the sea-shore. "
He had no sooner spoken than they took him under the
" Hi, good ship folk, take me with you!
"Nay, brother, we cannot stop: such us one hundred knots. "
The mariners passed by the island: contrary winds began to blow, frightful hurricane arose. "Alas! he plainly no simple man of our sort, we had better turn back and take him on board ship. " So they returned to the island, stopped by the shore, took up the merchant's son, and conveyed him to his native town.
A long time and little time passed by, and then the mer chant's son took his spade and again went out into the market place to wait for some one to hire him. Again the merchant who was one in seven hundred passed by in his gilded carriage; the day laborers saw him and scattered in every direction, and hid them in corners. The merchant's son was the sole solitary little one left.
" Will you take hire from me one in seven hundred.
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"Willingly; put down two hundred roubles day, and set me my work. " "
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many people were here, and the moment you appeared they all ran away. "
"Well, then, done; come to-morrow to the haven. "
The next morning they met at the haven, went on board the ship, and sailed to the island. There they ate and drank their fill one whole day, and the next day they got up and went towards the golden mountain.
They arrived there; the merchant who was one in seven hundred pulled out his drinking glass. "Come now, let us have a drink first," said he.
"Stop, mine host! You who are the chief ought to drink the first: let me treat you with mine own drink. " And the merchant's son, who had betimes provided himself with sleep ing poison, poured out a full glass of it and gave it to the mer chant who was one in seven hundred. He drank it off and fell into a sound sleep.
The merchant's son slaughtered the sorriest horse, disem boweled it, laid his host in the horse's belly, put the spade there too, sewed up the wound, and went and hid himself among the bushes. Instantly the black iron-beaked crows flew down, took up the carcass, carried it to the mountain, and fell a-pecking at it. The merchant who was one in seven hundred awoke and looked hither and thither. " Where ami? " he asked.
"On the mountain," bawled the merchant's son. "Take your spade and dig gold; if you dig much, I will show you how to get off the mountain. "
The merchant who was one in seven hundred took his spade and dug and dug; he dug up twenty wagon loads.
"Stop, that's enough now," said the merchant's son; "thanks for your labor, and good-by. "
" You ? why, get off as best you can. Ninety-nine of your sort have perished on that mountain, you can make up the hundred. "
So the merchant's son took all the twenty wagons, went to the golden castle, married the lovely damsel, the daughter of the merchant who was one in seven hundred, took possession of all her riches, and came to live in the capital with his whole family.
But the merchant who was one in seven hundred remained there on the mountain, and the black iron-beaked crows picked his bones.
"Butwhatabout me? "
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The Story of Gore-Gorinskoe [Woeful Woe] .
There once lived in a village two brothers, one of whom was rich, and the other poor. With the rich man everything went swimmingly, in everything he laid his hand to he found luck and bliss ; but as for the poor man, slave and toil as he might, fortune flew away from him. The rich man, in a few years, so grew out of bounds that he went to live in the town, and built him the biggest house there, and settled down as a merchant ; but the poor man got into such straits that sometimes he had not even a crust of bread in the house to feed a whole armful of children, small — smaller — smallest, who all cried together, and begged for something to eat and drink.
And the poor man began to repine at his fate, he began to lose heart, and his disheveled head began to sink deeper be tween his shoulders. And he went to his rich brother in the
" Willingly," said the poor man so he set to work, swept out the yard, curried the horses, and split up firewood. At the end of the week the rich brother gave him grisenha [five cents] in money and large lump of bread. " Thanks even for that," said the poor man, and was about to turn away homewards, when " his brother's conscience evidently pricked him, and he said, Why dost thou slip off like that To-morrow my name day stay and feast with us. "
And the poor man stayed to his brother's banquet. But, unfortunately for him, great many rich guests assembled at his brother's — men of renown; and these guests his brother served most zealously, bowing down low before them, and implor ing them as favor to be so good as to eat and drink their fill. But he forgot altogether about his poor brother, who could only look on from afar, and see all the good people eating and drink ing, and enjoying themselves, and making merry.
At last the banquet was over, the guests arose, they began to thank the host and hostess, and the poor man also bowed to his very girdle. The guests also went home, and very merry they all were they laughed, and joked, and sang songs all the way. And the poor man went home as hungry as ever, and he thought to himself, " Come, now, will sing song too, so that
I am quite worn out. "
town and said: "Help me !
" Why should I not ? " replied the rich man. " We can well
afford only you must come and work out with me all this week. "
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people may think that I too was not overlooked or passed over on my brother's name day, but ate to surfeit, and drank myself drunk with the best of them. "
And so the peasant began singing a song, but suddenly his voice died away. He heard quite plainly that some one behind his back was imitating his song in a thin piping voice. He stopped short, and the voice stopped short ; he went on singing, and"again the voice imitated him. "
Who is that singing ? come forth !
man, and he saw before him a monster, all shriveled up and yel low, with scarcely any life in it, huddled up in rags, and girded about with the same vile rags, and its feet wound round with linden bast. The peasant was quite petrified with horror, and he said to the monster, " Who art thou ? "
I will
" I am Gore-Gorinskoe ; help thee to sing. "
I have compassion on thee ;
" Well, Gore, let us go together through the wide world arm in arm. I see that I shall find no other friends and kins
men there. " I will never desert thee. "
" Let us go, then, master ; "
"And on what shall we go, then ?
" I know not what you are going upon, but I will go upon
you," and flop ! in an instant he was on the peasant's shoulders. The peasant had not strength enough to shake him off. And so the peasant went on his way, carrying Woeful Woe on his shoulders, though he was scarce able to drag one leg after the other, and the monster was singing all the time, and beating time to it, and driving him along with his little stick. " I say, master, wouldst thou like me to teach thee my favorite song? —
" ' I am Woe, the woefully woeful !
Girt about with linden bast rags,
Shod with beggars' buskins, bark stript. Live with me, then ; live with Woe, And sorrow never know.
If you say you have no money,
You can always raise honey
Yet provide hard-won penny
'Gainst the day thou'lt not have any. '
And besides," added Woe, "thou already hast this penny against an evil day, besides crust of bread let us then go on our way, and drink and be merry. "
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So they went on and on, and drank and drank, and so they got home. There sat the wife and all the children, without food, weeping, but Woe set the peasant a-dancing. "
On the following day Woe began to sigh, and said, My head aches from drinking ! " and again he called upon the master to drink a thimbleful.
" I have no money," said the peasant.
" But didn't I tell thee thou canst always raise it, honey ? Pawn thy harrow and plow, sledge and cart, and let us drink ; we'll have a rare time of it to-day, at any rate. "
What could he do? The peasant could not rid himself of Woe, so painfully tight did he sit upon him by this time ; so he let himself be dragged about by Woe, and drank and idled away the whole day. And on the next day Woe groaned still more, and even began howling, and said, " Come, let us saunter about ; let us drink away everything and pawn it. Sell thyself into slavery, and so get money to drink with. "
The peasant saw that ruin was approaching him, so he had resort to subtlety ; and he said to Woeful Woe, " I have heard our old men say that a treasure was buried about here a long time ago, but it was buried beneath such heavy stones that my single strength would be quite unable to raise it ; now, if only we could raise this treasure, darling little Woe, what a fine time of loafing and drinking we should have together ! "
" Come, then, and let us raise it ; Woe has strength enough for everything. "
So they went all about the place, and they came to a very large and heavy stone : five peasants together could not have moved it from the spot, but our friend and Woe lifted it up at the first go. And lo ! beneath the stone there was indeed a coffer dark and heavy, and at the very bottom of this coffer something was sparkling. And the peasant said to Woe, " You just creep into the coffer and get out the gold, and I'll stand here and hold up the stone. "
" So Woe crept into the coffer with great glee, and cried out:
Hi, master, here are riches incalculable ! Twenty jars choke- full of gold, all standing one beside the other ! " and he handed up to the peasant one of the jars.
The peasant took the jar into his lap, and, as at the same time he let the stone fall back into its old place, he shut up Woeful Woe in the coffer with all the gold. 'Perish thou
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and thy riches with thee ! " thought the peasant ; " no good luck goes along with thee. "
And he went home to his own, and with the money he got from the jar he bought wood, repaired his cottage, added live stock to his possessions, and worked harder than ever, and he began to engage in trade, and it went well with him. In a single year he grew so much richer that in place of his hut he built him a large wooden house. And then he went to town to invite his brother and his wife to the house warming.
" What are you thinking of ? " said his rich brother, with a scornful smile.
" A little while ago you were naked, and had nothing to eat, and now you are giving house warmings, and laying out banquets ! "
" Well, at one time, certainly, I had nothing to eat, but now, thank God, I am no worse off than you. Come and see. "
The next day the rich brother went out into the country to his poor brother, and there on the pebbly plain he saw wooden buildings, all new and lofty, such as not every town merchant can boast of. And the poor brother who dwelt on the pebbles fed the rich brother till he could eat no more, and made him drink his fill ; and after that, when the strings of his tongue were loosened, he made a clean breast of it, and told his brother how he had grown so rich.
" Envy overcame the rich brother. He thought to himself,
This brother of mine is a fool. Out of twenty kegs he only took one. With all that money, Woe itself is not terrible. I'll go there myself, I'll take away the stone, take the money, and let Woe out from beneath the stone. Let him hound my brother to death if he likes. "
No sooner said than done. The rich man took leave of his brother ; but instead of going home he went to the stone. He pulled and tugged at it, and managed at last to push it a little to one side, so as to be able to peep into the coffer ; but before he could pull his head back again, Woe had already skipped out, and was sitting on his neck. Our rich man felt the grievous burden on his shoulders, looked round, and saw the frightful monster bestriding him. And Woe shrieked in his ear, " A pretty fellow you are ! You wanted to starve me to death in there, did you ? You shall not shake me off again in a hurry, I warrant you. " I'll never leave you again. "
" Oh, senseless Woe ! cried the rich man, " indeed 'twas not I who placed you beneath that stone, and 'tis not me, the
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rich man, you should cleave to ; go hence, and torment my brother. "
But Woeful Woe would not listen to him. "No," it screeched, " you lie ! You deceived me once, but you shan't do it a second time. "
And so the rich man carried Woe home with him, and all his wealth turned to dust and ashes. But the poor brother now lives in peace and plenty, and sings jesting ditties of Woe the outwitted.
The Woman Accuser.
There was once upon a time an old man and an old woman. The old woman was not a bad old woman, but there was this one bad thing about her — she did not know how to hold her tongue. Whatever she might hear from her husband, or what ever might happen at home, she was sure to spread it over the whole village ; she even doubled everything in the telling, and so things were told which never happened at all. Not unfre- quently the old man had to chastise the old woman, and her back paid for the faults of her tongue.
One day the old man went into the forest for wood. He had just got to the border of the forest, when his foot, in tread ing on a certain place, sank right into the ground. " Why, what's this? " thought the old man. "Come, now, I'll dig a bit here ; maybe I shall be lucky enough to dig out something. " He dug several times, and saw, buried in the ground, a little caldron quite full of silver and gold. " Look, now, what good luck has befallen me ! But what am I to do with it? I cannot hide it from that good wife of mine at home, and she will be sure to blab to all the world about my lucky find, and thou wilt repent the day thou didst ever see it. "
For a long time the old man sat brooding over his treasure, and at last he made up his mind what to do. He buried the treasure, threw a lot of wood over it, and went to town. There he bought at the bazaar a live pike and a live hare, returned to the wood, and hung the pike upon a tree, at the very top of it ; and carried the hare to the stream, where he had a fish basket, and he put the hare into it in a shallow place.
Then he went off home, whipped up his little nag for pure lightness of heart, and so entered his hut. " Wife, wife," he cried, " such a piece of luck has befallen me that I cannot de scribe it ! "
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" On my word, I'll say nothing to anybody. I'll take the holy image from the wall and kiss not believe me. " "
" Well, well, all right. Listen, old woman
down towards her ear and whispered, " caldron full of silver and gold. "
and he bent have found in the wood
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" Because we had both better go together, and so bring
home. " And the old man went with his old woman to the forest.
" They went along the road, and the peasant said to his wife,
From what hear, old woman, and from what people told me the other day, would seem that fish are now to be found growing on trees, while the beasts of the forest live in the water. "
" Why, what art thou thinking about, little hubby People nowadays are much given to lying. "
" Lying, dost thou call Then come and see for thyself. " And he pointed to the tree where the pike was hanging.
" "Why, what marvel this? " screamed the old woman.
However did that pike get there " Or have the people been speaking the truth to thee after all
But the peasant stood there, and moved his arms about, and shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head, as he could not
believe his own eyes. " " Why dost thou keep standing there
said the old woman. "Go up the tree, rather, and take the pike 'twill do for
supper. "
So the peasant took the pike, and then they went on further.
They passed by the stream, and the peasant stopped his horse. But his wife began screeching at him, and said, "What art gaping at now? let us make haste and go on. "
" Nay, but look see something struggling about all round
my fish basket. I'll go and see what is. " So he ran, looked
into the fish basket, and called to his wife. " Just come and
look here, old woman Why, hare has got into our fishing
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Fetch out quickly will do for dinner on the feast day. "
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The old man took up the hare, and then went straight to wards the treasure. He pitched away the wood, digged wide and deep, dragged the caldron out of the earth, and they took it home.
The old man and the old woman grew rich, they lived right merrily, and the old woman did not improve ; she went to invite guests every day, and gave such banquets that she nearly drove her husband out of the house. " The old man tried to correct her. " What's come to thee ? he cried. " Canst thou not listen to me ? "
" Don't order me about," said she. " I found the treasure as well as thou, and have as much right to make merry with it. " The old man put up with it for a very long time, but at last
he said to the old woman straight out, " Do as best thou canst, but I'm not going to give thee any more money to cast to the winds. "
But the old woman immediately fell foul of him. " I what thou art up to," screeched she ; " thou wouldst keep all the money for thyself. No, thou rogue, I'll drive thee whither the crows will pick thy bones. Thou wilt have no good from thy money. "
The old man would have chastised her, but the old woman thrust him aside, and went straight to the magistrate to lay a complaint against her husband. " I have come to throw my self on thy honor's compassion, and to present my petition against my good-for-nothing husband. Ever since he found that treasure there is no living with him. Work he won't, and he spends all his time in drinking and gadding about. Take away all his gold from him, father. What a vile thing is gold whenitruinsaman so! "
The magistrate was sorry for the old woman, and he sent his eldest clerk to him, and bade him judge between the hus band and wife. The clerk assembled all the village elders, and went to the peasant and said to him, " The magistrate has sent me to thee, and bids thee deliver up all thy treasure into my hands. " " "
The peasant only shrugged his shoulders. What treasure ? said he. " I know nothing whatever about any treasure. "
" Not know ? Why, thy old woman has just been to com plain to the magistrate, and I tell thee what, friend, if thou deniest it, 'twill be worse for thee. If thou dost not give up the whole treasure to the magistrate, thou must give an account
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of thyself for daring to search for treasures, and not revealing them to the authorities. "
" But I cry your pardon, honored sirs ! what is this treas ure you are talking of ? My wife must have seen this treasure in her sleep ; she has told you a pack of nonsense, and you listen to her. " "
" Nonsense !
sense, but a whole caldron full of gold and silver ! "
burst forth the old woman ; " it is not non
"Thou art out of thy senses, dear wife. Honored sirs, I cry your pardon. Cross-examine her thoroughly about the affair, and if she proves this thing against me, I will answer for it with all my goods. "
" And dost thou think that I cannot prove it against thee ? Thou rascal, I will prove it. This is how the matter went, Mr.
Clerk," began the old woman ; "
went to the forest, and we saw a pike on a tree. "
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"There, honored sirs," said the old man, "how can you
believe her if she goes on talking such rubbish ? "
" I am not talking rubbish, yokel !
—or hast thou forgotten how we found a hare in thy fishing basket in the stream ? "
All the elders rolled about for laughter ; even the clerk smiled, and began to stroke down his long beard. The peasant again said to his wife, " Recollect thyself, old woman : dost thou not see that every one is laughing at thee ? But ye, hon ored gentlemen, can now see for yourselves how far you can believe my wife. "
" Yes," cried all the elders, with one voice, " long as we have lived in the world, we have never heard of hares living in rivers, and fish hanging on the trees of the forest. " The clerk himself saw that this was a matter he could not get to the bottom of, so he dismissed the assembly with a wave of his hand, and went off to town to the magistrate.
And everybody laughed so much at the old woman that she was forced to bite her own tongue and listen to her husband ; and the husband bought wares with his treasure, went to live in the town, and began to trade there, exchanged his wares for money, grew rich and prosperous, and was as happy as the day was long.
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By JOHN RUSKIN. (From "The Queen of the Air. ")
[John Ruskin : English critic and essayist ; born at London, February 8, 1819. In 1839 he took the Newdigate prize for a poem. During his Oxford days he published many verses over the signature "J. R. " In 1850 his poems were col lected and privately printed. A reprint was made of them in New York in 1882. He studied art, but rather for the purposes of criticism. In 1843 appeared the first part of "Modern Painters," which was a vehement eulogy of J. M. W. Turner; the last volume in 1856. "The Seven Lamps of Architecture," 1849, and " The Stones of Venice," 1851-1853, are his best-known works. Among his popular lectures have been " Munera Pulveris," 1862-1863 ; " Sesame and Lilies," 1865 ; " Crown of Wild Olive," 1866 ; and " The Queen of the Air," 1869. His works include dozens of other titles on artistic, social, and economic subjects. His "Prseterita," 1885, is autobiographical. ]
1. I will not ask your pardon for endeavoring to interest you in the subject of Greek Mythology ; but I must ask your permission to approach it in a temper differing from that in which it is frequently treated. We cannot justly interpret the religion of any people, unless we are prepared to admit that we ourselves, as well as they, are liable to error in matters of faith ; and that the convictions of others, however singular, may in some points have been well founded; while our own, however reasonable, may in some particulars be mistaken. You must forgive me, therefore, for not always distinctively calling the creeds of the past " superstition," and the creeds of the pres ent day "religion" ; as well as for assuming that a faith now confessed may sometimes be superficial, and that a faith long forgotten may once have been sincere. It is the task of the Divine to condemn the errors of antiquity, and of the philolo
I will only pray you to read, with
gists to account for them ;
patience, and human sympathy, the thoughts of men who lived without blame in a darkness they could not dispel ; and to remember that, whatever charge of folly may justly attach to the saying, "There is no God," the folly is prouder, deeper, and less pardonable, in saying, "There is no God but for me. "
2. A myth, in its simplest definition, is a story with a mean ing attached to it other than it seems to have at first ; and the fact that it has such a meaning is generally marked by some of its circumstances being extraordinary, or, in the common use
. of the word, unnatural. Thus if I tell you that Hercules killed
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a water serpent in the lake of Lerna, and if I mean, and you understand, nothing more than that fact, the story, whether true or false, is not a myth. But if by telling you this, I mean that Hercules purified the stagnation of many streams from deadly miasmata, my story, however simple, is a true myth ; only, as, if I left it in that simplicity, you would probably look for nothing beyond, it will be wise in me to surprise your attention by adding some singular circumstance ; for instance, that the water snake had several heads, which revived as fast as they were killed, and which poisoned even the foot that trod upon them as they slept. And in proportion to the fullness of intended meaning I shall probably multiply and refine upon these improbabilities ; as, suppose, if, instead of desiring only to tell you that Hercules purified a marsh, I wished you to understand that he contended with the venom and vapor of envy and evil ambition, whether in other men's souls or in his own, and choked that malaria only by supreme toil, — I might tell you that this serpent was formed by the goddess whose pride was in the trial of Hercules ; and that its place of abode was by a palm tree ; and that for every head of it that was cut off, two rose up with renewed life ; and that the hero found at last he could not kill the creature at all by cutting its heads off or crushing them, but only by burning them down ; and that the midmost of them could not be killed even that way, but had to be buried alive. Only in proportion as I mean more, I shall certainly appear more absurd in my statement ; and at last when I get unendurably significant, all practical persons will agree that I was talking mere nonsense from the beginning, and never meant anything at all.
3. It is just possible, however, also, that the story-teller may all along have meant nothing but what he said ; and that, incredible as the events may appear, he himself literally be lieved — and expected you also to believe — all this about Her cules, without any latent moral or history whatever. And it is very necessary, in reading traditions of this kind, to deter mine, first of all, whether you are listening to a simple person, who is relating what, at all events, he believes to be true (and may, therefore, possibly have been so to some extent), or to a reserved philosopher, who is veiling a theory of the universe under the grotesque of a fairy tale. It is, in general, more likely that the first supposition should be the right one : simple and credulous persons are, perhaps fortunately, more common
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St. George and the Dragon
From a has relief made iu 1508 from the Chateau de Gaillon, by Michael Colombe (1431-1515)
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than philosophers ; and it is of the highest importance that you should take their innocent testimony as it was meant, and not efface, under the graceful explanation which your cultivated ingenuity may suggest, either the evidence their story may contain (such as it is worth) of an extraordinary event having really taken place, or the unquestionable light which it will cast upon the character of the person by whom it was frankly believed. And to deal with Greek religion honestly, you must at once understand that this literal belief was, in the mind of the general people, as deeply rooted as ours in the legends of our own sacred book ; and that a basis of unmiraculous event was as little suspected, and an explanatory symbolism as rarely traced, by them, as by us.
You must, therefore, observe that I deeply degrade the position which such a myth as that just referred to occupied in the Greek mind, by comparing it (for fear of offending you) to our story of St. George and the Dragon. Still, the analogy is perfect in minor respects ; and though it fails to give you any notion of the vitally religious earnestness of the Greek faith, it will exactly illustrate the manner in which faith laid hold of its objects.
4. This story of Hercules and the Hydra, then, was to the general Greek mind, in its best days, a tale about a real hero and a real monster. Not one in a thousand knew anything of the way in which the story had arisen, any more than the Eng lish peasant generally is aware of the plebeian original of St. George ; or supposes that there were once alive in the world, with sharp teeth and claws, real, and very ugly, flying dragons. On the other hand, few persons traced any moral or symbolical meaning in the story, and the average Greek was as far from imagining any interpretation like that I have just given you, as an average Englishman is from seeing in St. George the Red Cross Knight of Spenser, or in the Dragon the Spirit of Infidel ity. But, for all that, there was a certain undercurrent of con sciousness in all minds that the figures meant more than they at first showed ; and, according to each man's own faculties of sentiment, he judged and read them ; just as a Knight of the Garter reads more in the jewel on his collar than the George and Dragon of a public house expresses to the host or to his customers. Thus, to the mean person the myth always meant little ; to the noble person, much ; and the greater their famil iarity with the more contemptible became to one, and the
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more sacred to the other ; until vulgar commentators explained it entirely away, while Virgil made it the crowning glory of his choral hymn to Hercules.
Around thee, powerless to infect thy soul, Rose, in his crested crowd, the Lerna worm.
Non te rationis egentem Lernaeus turba capitum circumstetit anguis.
And although, in any special toil of the hero's life, the moral interpretation was rarely with definiteness attached to its event, yet in the whole course of the life, not only a symbolical mean ing, but the warrant for the existence of a real spiritual power, was apprehended of all men. Hercules was no dead hero, to be remembered only as a victor over monsters of the past — harm less now as slain. He was the perpetual type and mirror of heroism, and its present and living aid against every ravenous form of human trial and pain.
5. But, if we seek to know more than this and to ascertain the manner in which the story first crystallized into its shape, we shall find ourselves led back generally to one or other of two sources — either to actual historical events, represented by the fancy under figures personifying them ; or else to natural phenomena similarly endowed with life by the imaginative power usually more or less under the influence of terror. The historical myths we must leave the masters of history to follow ; they, and the events they record, being yet involved in great, though attractive and penetrable, mystery.
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cursed and scolded after the thief, he could not catch him, and he had now been despoiled of all his magic treasures.
Slyboots found his friend with the gray beard waiting for him on the other side of the sea, and he threw down the bag of heavy gold and silver ware, which the ring of strength had enabled him to bring away, and sat down to rest his weary limbs. "
Your
When Slyboots came before the king with his rich booty, which was enough to make at least ten horse loads, he found him extremely kind and friendly, and he took the opportunity to make the request which his old friend had advised. The king was glad that the treasure bringer asked for no greater reward, and ordered his daughter to hide herself behind the door in the evening, to overhear what the coachman and the chamberlain were talking about.
The brothers had grown haughty with prosperity, and boasted of their good luck, and what was worse, they both boasted to each other of the favors of the princess in her own hearing ! She ran to her father, flushed with shame and anger, and told him, weeping, what shameful lies she had heard with her own ears, and begged him to punish the wretches. The king imme diately ordered them both to be thrown into prison, and when they had confessed their guilt before the court next day, they were executed, while Slyboots was promoted to the rank of king's councilor.
Some time afterwards the country was invaded by a foreign king, and Slyboots was sent against the enemy in the field. Then he drew the sword which he had brought from the under world for the first time, and began to slaughter the hostile army, and soon none were left alive on the bloody field. The king was so pleased at the victory that he made Slyboots his son-in-law.
The old man now told him much that shocked him.
brothers hate you, and will do all they can to destroy you, if you do not oppose their wicked attempts. They will urge the king on to set you tasks in which you are very likely to perish. When you bring your rich load to the king this evening, you will find him friendly disposed towards you; and then ask, as your only reward, that his daughter should be hidden behind the door in the evening, to hear what your brothers talk about together. "
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RUSSIAN FAIRY TALES. Edited by R. NISBET BAIN. The Golden Mountain.
There was once upon a time a merchant's son who squan dered and wasted all his goods. To such a pass did he come at last that he had nothing to eat. So he seized a spade, went out into the market place, and began waiting to see if any one would hire him as a laborer. And behold, the merchant who was one in seven hundred [seven hundred times richer than any one else] came along that way in his gilded coach ; all the day laborers saw him, and the whole lot of them immediately scattered in every direction and hid themselves in corners. The merchant's son alone of them all remained standing in the market place. "
" Do you want work, young man ?
said the merchant who was one in seven hundred ; " then take hire from me. "
" Right willingly ; 'twas for no other reason that I came to the market place. " "
" And what wage do you require ?
" If you lay me down one hundred roubles a day, 'tis a bar gain. " "
" If you think it dear, go and seek a cheaper article ; but this I know, crowds of people were here just now, you came, and —away they all bolted. "
" That is somewhat dear !
" Well, agreed ! come to-morrow to the haven. "
The next day, early in the morning, our merchant's son came to the haven ; the merchant who was one in seven hun dred had already been awaiting him some time. They went on board ship and went to sea. They sailed and sailed. In the midst of the sea an island appeared ; on this island stood high mountains, and on the sea-shore something or other was burn ing like fire. "
" Can that which I see be fire ?
" Nay, that is my little golden castle. "
They drew near to the island ; they went ashore ; his wife and
daughter came forth to meet the merchant who was one in seven hundred, and the daughter was beautiful with a beauty that no man can imagine or devise, and no tale can tell. As soon as
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they had greeted one another they went on to the castle, and took the new laborer along with them ; they sat them down at table, they began to eat, drink, and be merry. " A fig for to-day," said the host; "to-day we'll feast, to-morrow we'll work. "
And the merchant's son was a fair youth, strong and stately, of a ruddy countenance like milk and blood, and he fell in love with the lovely damsel. She went out into the next room ; she called him secretly, and gave him a flint and steel. " Take them," said she, "and if you should be in any need, use them. "
Next day the merchant who was one in seven hundred set out with his servant for the high golden mountain. They climbed and climbed, but they climbed not up to the top; they crawled and crawled, but they crawled not up to the top.
"Well," said the merchant, "let's have a drink first of all. " And the merchant handed him a sleeping poison. The laborer drank and fell asleep.
The merchant drew out his knife, killed his wretched nag which he had brought with him, took out its entrails, put the young man into the horse's stomach, put the spade in too, sewed up the wound, and went and hid himself among the bushes.
Suddenly there flew down a whole host of black iron-beaked ravens. They took up the carcass, carried it up into the mountain, and fell a-pecking it; they began eating up the horse, and soon pierced right down to the merchant's son. Then he awoke, beat off the black crows, " looked hither and thither, and asked himself, " Where am I ?
The merchant who was one in seven hundred bawled up at him, " On the golden mountain ; come, take your spade and dig gold. "
So he digged and digged, throwing it all down below, and
the merchant put it on wagons. By evening he had filled
nine wagons.
"That'll do," cried the merchant who was one in seven
hundred ; " thanks for your labor. Adieu ! "
"Buthowabout me? "
"You may get on as best you can. Ninety- nine of your
sort have perished on that mountain — you will just make up the hundred ! " Thus spake the merchant, and departed.
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" What's to be done now ? " thought the merchant's son : " to get down from this mountain is quite impossible. I shall certainly starve to death. " So there he stood on the mountain, and above him wheeled the black iron-beaked crows: they plainly scented their prey. He began to bethink him how all this had come to pass, and then it occurred to him how the lovely damsel had taken him aside and given him the flint and steel, and said to him herself, "Take and you are in need make use of it. "
"And look now, she did not say in vain. Let us try it. "
arms and bore him carefully down from the mountain. The
and, lo, ship was
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The merchant's son took out the flint and steel, struck once, and immediately out jumped two fair young heroes.
" What do you want What do you want
"Take me from this mountain to the sea-shore. "
He had no sooner spoken than they took him under the
" Hi, good ship folk, take me with you!
"Nay, brother, we cannot stop: such us one hundred knots. "
The mariners passed by the island: contrary winds began to blow, frightful hurricane arose. "Alas! he plainly no simple man of our sort, we had better turn back and take him on board ship. " So they returned to the island, stopped by the shore, took up the merchant's son, and conveyed him to his native town.
A long time and little time passed by, and then the mer chant's son took his spade and again went out into the market place to wait for some one to hire him. Again the merchant who was one in seven hundred passed by in his gilded carriage; the day laborers saw him and scattered in every direction, and hid them in corners. The merchant's son was the sole solitary little one left.
" Will you take hire from me one in seven hundred.
"
said the merchant who was
"Willingly; put down two hundred roubles day, and set me my work. " "
" Rather dear, eh
" If you find dear, go and seek cheaper labor. You saw how
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many people were here, and the moment you appeared they all ran away. "
"Well, then, done; come to-morrow to the haven. "
The next morning they met at the haven, went on board the ship, and sailed to the island. There they ate and drank their fill one whole day, and the next day they got up and went towards the golden mountain.
They arrived there; the merchant who was one in seven hundred pulled out his drinking glass. "Come now, let us have a drink first," said he.
"Stop, mine host! You who are the chief ought to drink the first: let me treat you with mine own drink. " And the merchant's son, who had betimes provided himself with sleep ing poison, poured out a full glass of it and gave it to the mer chant who was one in seven hundred. He drank it off and fell into a sound sleep.
The merchant's son slaughtered the sorriest horse, disem boweled it, laid his host in the horse's belly, put the spade there too, sewed up the wound, and went and hid himself among the bushes. Instantly the black iron-beaked crows flew down, took up the carcass, carried it to the mountain, and fell a-pecking at it. The merchant who was one in seven hundred awoke and looked hither and thither. " Where ami? " he asked.
"On the mountain," bawled the merchant's son. "Take your spade and dig gold; if you dig much, I will show you how to get off the mountain. "
The merchant who was one in seven hundred took his spade and dug and dug; he dug up twenty wagon loads.
"Stop, that's enough now," said the merchant's son; "thanks for your labor, and good-by. "
" You ? why, get off as best you can. Ninety-nine of your sort have perished on that mountain, you can make up the hundred. "
So the merchant's son took all the twenty wagons, went to the golden castle, married the lovely damsel, the daughter of the merchant who was one in seven hundred, took possession of all her riches, and came to live in the capital with his whole family.
But the merchant who was one in seven hundred remained there on the mountain, and the black iron-beaked crows picked his bones.
"Butwhatabout me? "
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The Story of Gore-Gorinskoe [Woeful Woe] .
There once lived in a village two brothers, one of whom was rich, and the other poor. With the rich man everything went swimmingly, in everything he laid his hand to he found luck and bliss ; but as for the poor man, slave and toil as he might, fortune flew away from him. The rich man, in a few years, so grew out of bounds that he went to live in the town, and built him the biggest house there, and settled down as a merchant ; but the poor man got into such straits that sometimes he had not even a crust of bread in the house to feed a whole armful of children, small — smaller — smallest, who all cried together, and begged for something to eat and drink.
And the poor man began to repine at his fate, he began to lose heart, and his disheveled head began to sink deeper be tween his shoulders. And he went to his rich brother in the
" Willingly," said the poor man so he set to work, swept out the yard, curried the horses, and split up firewood. At the end of the week the rich brother gave him grisenha [five cents] in money and large lump of bread. " Thanks even for that," said the poor man, and was about to turn away homewards, when " his brother's conscience evidently pricked him, and he said, Why dost thou slip off like that To-morrow my name day stay and feast with us. "
And the poor man stayed to his brother's banquet. But, unfortunately for him, great many rich guests assembled at his brother's — men of renown; and these guests his brother served most zealously, bowing down low before them, and implor ing them as favor to be so good as to eat and drink their fill. But he forgot altogether about his poor brother, who could only look on from afar, and see all the good people eating and drink ing, and enjoying themselves, and making merry.
At last the banquet was over, the guests arose, they began to thank the host and hostess, and the poor man also bowed to his very girdle. The guests also went home, and very merry they all were they laughed, and joked, and sang songs all the way. And the poor man went home as hungry as ever, and he thought to himself, " Come, now, will sing song too, so that
I am quite worn out. "
town and said: "Help me !
" Why should I not ? " replied the rich man. " We can well
afford only you must come and work out with me all this week. "
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people may think that I too was not overlooked or passed over on my brother's name day, but ate to surfeit, and drank myself drunk with the best of them. "
And so the peasant began singing a song, but suddenly his voice died away. He heard quite plainly that some one behind his back was imitating his song in a thin piping voice. He stopped short, and the voice stopped short ; he went on singing, and"again the voice imitated him. "
Who is that singing ? come forth !
man, and he saw before him a monster, all shriveled up and yel low, with scarcely any life in it, huddled up in rags, and girded about with the same vile rags, and its feet wound round with linden bast. The peasant was quite petrified with horror, and he said to the monster, " Who art thou ? "
I will
" I am Gore-Gorinskoe ; help thee to sing. "
I have compassion on thee ;
" Well, Gore, let us go together through the wide world arm in arm. I see that I shall find no other friends and kins
men there. " I will never desert thee. "
" Let us go, then, master ; "
"And on what shall we go, then ?
" I know not what you are going upon, but I will go upon
you," and flop ! in an instant he was on the peasant's shoulders. The peasant had not strength enough to shake him off. And so the peasant went on his way, carrying Woeful Woe on his shoulders, though he was scarce able to drag one leg after the other, and the monster was singing all the time, and beating time to it, and driving him along with his little stick. " I say, master, wouldst thou like me to teach thee my favorite song? —
" ' I am Woe, the woefully woeful !
Girt about with linden bast rags,
Shod with beggars' buskins, bark stript. Live with me, then ; live with Woe, And sorrow never know.
If you say you have no money,
You can always raise honey
Yet provide hard-won penny
'Gainst the day thou'lt not have any. '
And besides," added Woe, "thou already hast this penny against an evil day, besides crust of bread let us then go on our way, and drink and be merry. "
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So they went on and on, and drank and drank, and so they got home. There sat the wife and all the children, without food, weeping, but Woe set the peasant a-dancing. "
On the following day Woe began to sigh, and said, My head aches from drinking ! " and again he called upon the master to drink a thimbleful.
" I have no money," said the peasant.
" But didn't I tell thee thou canst always raise it, honey ? Pawn thy harrow and plow, sledge and cart, and let us drink ; we'll have a rare time of it to-day, at any rate. "
What could he do? The peasant could not rid himself of Woe, so painfully tight did he sit upon him by this time ; so he let himself be dragged about by Woe, and drank and idled away the whole day. And on the next day Woe groaned still more, and even began howling, and said, " Come, let us saunter about ; let us drink away everything and pawn it. Sell thyself into slavery, and so get money to drink with. "
The peasant saw that ruin was approaching him, so he had resort to subtlety ; and he said to Woeful Woe, " I have heard our old men say that a treasure was buried about here a long time ago, but it was buried beneath such heavy stones that my single strength would be quite unable to raise it ; now, if only we could raise this treasure, darling little Woe, what a fine time of loafing and drinking we should have together ! "
" Come, then, and let us raise it ; Woe has strength enough for everything. "
So they went all about the place, and they came to a very large and heavy stone : five peasants together could not have moved it from the spot, but our friend and Woe lifted it up at the first go. And lo ! beneath the stone there was indeed a coffer dark and heavy, and at the very bottom of this coffer something was sparkling. And the peasant said to Woe, " You just creep into the coffer and get out the gold, and I'll stand here and hold up the stone. "
" So Woe crept into the coffer with great glee, and cried out:
Hi, master, here are riches incalculable ! Twenty jars choke- full of gold, all standing one beside the other ! " and he handed up to the peasant one of the jars.
The peasant took the jar into his lap, and, as at the same time he let the stone fall back into its old place, he shut up Woeful Woe in the coffer with all the gold. 'Perish thou
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and thy riches with thee ! " thought the peasant ; " no good luck goes along with thee. "
And he went home to his own, and with the money he got from the jar he bought wood, repaired his cottage, added live stock to his possessions, and worked harder than ever, and he began to engage in trade, and it went well with him. In a single year he grew so much richer that in place of his hut he built him a large wooden house. And then he went to town to invite his brother and his wife to the house warming.
" What are you thinking of ? " said his rich brother, with a scornful smile.
" A little while ago you were naked, and had nothing to eat, and now you are giving house warmings, and laying out banquets ! "
" Well, at one time, certainly, I had nothing to eat, but now, thank God, I am no worse off than you. Come and see. "
The next day the rich brother went out into the country to his poor brother, and there on the pebbly plain he saw wooden buildings, all new and lofty, such as not every town merchant can boast of. And the poor brother who dwelt on the pebbles fed the rich brother till he could eat no more, and made him drink his fill ; and after that, when the strings of his tongue were loosened, he made a clean breast of it, and told his brother how he had grown so rich.
" Envy overcame the rich brother. He thought to himself,
This brother of mine is a fool. Out of twenty kegs he only took one. With all that money, Woe itself is not terrible. I'll go there myself, I'll take away the stone, take the money, and let Woe out from beneath the stone. Let him hound my brother to death if he likes. "
No sooner said than done. The rich man took leave of his brother ; but instead of going home he went to the stone. He pulled and tugged at it, and managed at last to push it a little to one side, so as to be able to peep into the coffer ; but before he could pull his head back again, Woe had already skipped out, and was sitting on his neck. Our rich man felt the grievous burden on his shoulders, looked round, and saw the frightful monster bestriding him. And Woe shrieked in his ear, " A pretty fellow you are ! You wanted to starve me to death in there, did you ? You shall not shake me off again in a hurry, I warrant you. " I'll never leave you again. "
" Oh, senseless Woe ! cried the rich man, " indeed 'twas not I who placed you beneath that stone, and 'tis not me, the
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rich man, you should cleave to ; go hence, and torment my brother. "
But Woeful Woe would not listen to him. "No," it screeched, " you lie ! You deceived me once, but you shan't do it a second time. "
And so the rich man carried Woe home with him, and all his wealth turned to dust and ashes. But the poor brother now lives in peace and plenty, and sings jesting ditties of Woe the outwitted.
The Woman Accuser.
There was once upon a time an old man and an old woman. The old woman was not a bad old woman, but there was this one bad thing about her — she did not know how to hold her tongue. Whatever she might hear from her husband, or what ever might happen at home, she was sure to spread it over the whole village ; she even doubled everything in the telling, and so things were told which never happened at all. Not unfre- quently the old man had to chastise the old woman, and her back paid for the faults of her tongue.
One day the old man went into the forest for wood. He had just got to the border of the forest, when his foot, in tread ing on a certain place, sank right into the ground. " Why, what's this? " thought the old man. "Come, now, I'll dig a bit here ; maybe I shall be lucky enough to dig out something. " He dug several times, and saw, buried in the ground, a little caldron quite full of silver and gold. " Look, now, what good luck has befallen me ! But what am I to do with it? I cannot hide it from that good wife of mine at home, and she will be sure to blab to all the world about my lucky find, and thou wilt repent the day thou didst ever see it. "
For a long time the old man sat brooding over his treasure, and at last he made up his mind what to do. He buried the treasure, threw a lot of wood over it, and went to town. There he bought at the bazaar a live pike and a live hare, returned to the wood, and hung the pike upon a tree, at the very top of it ; and carried the hare to the stream, where he had a fish basket, and he put the hare into it in a shallow place.
Then he went off home, whipped up his little nag for pure lightness of heart, and so entered his hut. " Wife, wife," he cried, " such a piece of luck has befallen me that I cannot de scribe it ! "
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what it, hubby darling Why dost thou not
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all about? swear it. thou dost
" On my word, I'll say nothing to anybody. I'll take the holy image from the wall and kiss not believe me. " "
" Well, well, all right. Listen, old woman
down towards her ear and whispered, " caldron full of silver and gold. "
and he bent have found in the wood
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home. " And the old man went with his old woman to the forest.
" They went along the road, and the peasant said to his wife,
From what hear, old woman, and from what people told me the other day, would seem that fish are now to be found growing on trees, while the beasts of the forest live in the water. "
" Why, what art thou thinking about, little hubby People nowadays are much given to lying. "
" Lying, dost thou call Then come and see for thyself. " And he pointed to the tree where the pike was hanging.
" "Why, what marvel this? " screamed the old woman.
However did that pike get there " Or have the people been speaking the truth to thee after all
But the peasant stood there, and moved his arms about, and shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head, as he could not
believe his own eyes. " " Why dost thou keep standing there
said the old woman. "Go up the tree, rather, and take the pike 'twill do for
supper. "
So the peasant took the pike, and then they went on further.
They passed by the stream, and the peasant stopped his horse. But his wife began screeching at him, and said, "What art gaping at now? let us make haste and go on. "
" Nay, but look see something struggling about all round
my fish basket. I'll go and see what is. " So he ran, looked
into the fish basket, and called to his wife. " Just come and
look here, old woman Why, hare has got into our fishing
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The old man took up the hare, and then went straight to wards the treasure. He pitched away the wood, digged wide and deep, dragged the caldron out of the earth, and they took it home.
The old man and the old woman grew rich, they lived right merrily, and the old woman did not improve ; she went to invite guests every day, and gave such banquets that she nearly drove her husband out of the house. " The old man tried to correct her. " What's come to thee ? he cried. " Canst thou not listen to me ? "
" Don't order me about," said she. " I found the treasure as well as thou, and have as much right to make merry with it. " The old man put up with it for a very long time, but at last
he said to the old woman straight out, " Do as best thou canst, but I'm not going to give thee any more money to cast to the winds. "
But the old woman immediately fell foul of him. " I what thou art up to," screeched she ; " thou wouldst keep all the money for thyself. No, thou rogue, I'll drive thee whither the crows will pick thy bones. Thou wilt have no good from thy money. "
The old man would have chastised her, but the old woman thrust him aside, and went straight to the magistrate to lay a complaint against her husband. " I have come to throw my self on thy honor's compassion, and to present my petition against my good-for-nothing husband. Ever since he found that treasure there is no living with him. Work he won't, and he spends all his time in drinking and gadding about. Take away all his gold from him, father. What a vile thing is gold whenitruinsaman so! "
The magistrate was sorry for the old woman, and he sent his eldest clerk to him, and bade him judge between the hus band and wife. The clerk assembled all the village elders, and went to the peasant and said to him, " The magistrate has sent me to thee, and bids thee deliver up all thy treasure into my hands. " " "
The peasant only shrugged his shoulders. What treasure ? said he. " I know nothing whatever about any treasure. "
" Not know ? Why, thy old woman has just been to com plain to the magistrate, and I tell thee what, friend, if thou deniest it, 'twill be worse for thee. If thou dost not give up the whole treasure to the magistrate, thou must give an account
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of thyself for daring to search for treasures, and not revealing them to the authorities. "
" But I cry your pardon, honored sirs ! what is this treas ure you are talking of ? My wife must have seen this treasure in her sleep ; she has told you a pack of nonsense, and you listen to her. " "
" Nonsense !
sense, but a whole caldron full of gold and silver ! "
burst forth the old woman ; " it is not non
"Thou art out of thy senses, dear wife. Honored sirs, I cry your pardon. Cross-examine her thoroughly about the affair, and if she proves this thing against me, I will answer for it with all my goods. "
" And dost thou think that I cannot prove it against thee ? Thou rascal, I will prove it. This is how the matter went, Mr.
Clerk," began the old woman ; "
went to the forest, and we saw a pike on a tree. "
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"A pike ? " roared the clerk at the old woman ; "or dost
thouwanttomake afoolofme? "
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speaking the simple truth. "
"There, honored sirs," said the old man, "how can you
believe her if she goes on talking such rubbish ? "
" I am not talking rubbish, yokel !
—or hast thou forgotten how we found a hare in thy fishing basket in the stream ? "
All the elders rolled about for laughter ; even the clerk smiled, and began to stroke down his long beard. The peasant again said to his wife, " Recollect thyself, old woman : dost thou not see that every one is laughing at thee ? But ye, hon ored gentlemen, can now see for yourselves how far you can believe my wife. "
" Yes," cried all the elders, with one voice, " long as we have lived in the world, we have never heard of hares living in rivers, and fish hanging on the trees of the forest. " The clerk himself saw that this was a matter he could not get to the bottom of, so he dismissed the assembly with a wave of his hand, and went off to town to the magistrate.
And everybody laughed so much at the old woman that she was forced to bite her own tongue and listen to her husband ; and the husband bought wares with his treasure, went to live in the town, and began to trade there, exchanged his wares for money, grew rich and prosperous, and was as happy as the day was long.
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By JOHN RUSKIN. (From "The Queen of the Air. ")
[John Ruskin : English critic and essayist ; born at London, February 8, 1819. In 1839 he took the Newdigate prize for a poem. During his Oxford days he published many verses over the signature "J. R. " In 1850 his poems were col lected and privately printed. A reprint was made of them in New York in 1882. He studied art, but rather for the purposes of criticism. In 1843 appeared the first part of "Modern Painters," which was a vehement eulogy of J. M. W. Turner; the last volume in 1856. "The Seven Lamps of Architecture," 1849, and " The Stones of Venice," 1851-1853, are his best-known works. Among his popular lectures have been " Munera Pulveris," 1862-1863 ; " Sesame and Lilies," 1865 ; " Crown of Wild Olive," 1866 ; and " The Queen of the Air," 1869. His works include dozens of other titles on artistic, social, and economic subjects. His "Prseterita," 1885, is autobiographical. ]
1. I will not ask your pardon for endeavoring to interest you in the subject of Greek Mythology ; but I must ask your permission to approach it in a temper differing from that in which it is frequently treated. We cannot justly interpret the religion of any people, unless we are prepared to admit that we ourselves, as well as they, are liable to error in matters of faith ; and that the convictions of others, however singular, may in some points have been well founded; while our own, however reasonable, may in some particulars be mistaken. You must forgive me, therefore, for not always distinctively calling the creeds of the past " superstition," and the creeds of the pres ent day "religion" ; as well as for assuming that a faith now confessed may sometimes be superficial, and that a faith long forgotten may once have been sincere. It is the task of the Divine to condemn the errors of antiquity, and of the philolo
I will only pray you to read, with
gists to account for them ;
patience, and human sympathy, the thoughts of men who lived without blame in a darkness they could not dispel ; and to remember that, whatever charge of folly may justly attach to the saying, "There is no God," the folly is prouder, deeper, and less pardonable, in saying, "There is no God but for me. "
2. A myth, in its simplest definition, is a story with a mean ing attached to it other than it seems to have at first ; and the fact that it has such a meaning is generally marked by some of its circumstances being extraordinary, or, in the common use
. of the word, unnatural. Thus if I tell you that Hercules killed
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a water serpent in the lake of Lerna, and if I mean, and you understand, nothing more than that fact, the story, whether true or false, is not a myth. But if by telling you this, I mean that Hercules purified the stagnation of many streams from deadly miasmata, my story, however simple, is a true myth ; only, as, if I left it in that simplicity, you would probably look for nothing beyond, it will be wise in me to surprise your attention by adding some singular circumstance ; for instance, that the water snake had several heads, which revived as fast as they were killed, and which poisoned even the foot that trod upon them as they slept. And in proportion to the fullness of intended meaning I shall probably multiply and refine upon these improbabilities ; as, suppose, if, instead of desiring only to tell you that Hercules purified a marsh, I wished you to understand that he contended with the venom and vapor of envy and evil ambition, whether in other men's souls or in his own, and choked that malaria only by supreme toil, — I might tell you that this serpent was formed by the goddess whose pride was in the trial of Hercules ; and that its place of abode was by a palm tree ; and that for every head of it that was cut off, two rose up with renewed life ; and that the hero found at last he could not kill the creature at all by cutting its heads off or crushing them, but only by burning them down ; and that the midmost of them could not be killed even that way, but had to be buried alive. Only in proportion as I mean more, I shall certainly appear more absurd in my statement ; and at last when I get unendurably significant, all practical persons will agree that I was talking mere nonsense from the beginning, and never meant anything at all.
3. It is just possible, however, also, that the story-teller may all along have meant nothing but what he said ; and that, incredible as the events may appear, he himself literally be lieved — and expected you also to believe — all this about Her cules, without any latent moral or history whatever. And it is very necessary, in reading traditions of this kind, to deter mine, first of all, whether you are listening to a simple person, who is relating what, at all events, he believes to be true (and may, therefore, possibly have been so to some extent), or to a reserved philosopher, who is veiling a theory of the universe under the grotesque of a fairy tale. It is, in general, more likely that the first supposition should be the right one : simple and credulous persons are, perhaps fortunately, more common
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than philosophers ; and it is of the highest importance that you should take their innocent testimony as it was meant, and not efface, under the graceful explanation which your cultivated ingenuity may suggest, either the evidence their story may contain (such as it is worth) of an extraordinary event having really taken place, or the unquestionable light which it will cast upon the character of the person by whom it was frankly believed. And to deal with Greek religion honestly, you must at once understand that this literal belief was, in the mind of the general people, as deeply rooted as ours in the legends of our own sacred book ; and that a basis of unmiraculous event was as little suspected, and an explanatory symbolism as rarely traced, by them, as by us.
You must, therefore, observe that I deeply degrade the position which such a myth as that just referred to occupied in the Greek mind, by comparing it (for fear of offending you) to our story of St. George and the Dragon. Still, the analogy is perfect in minor respects ; and though it fails to give you any notion of the vitally religious earnestness of the Greek faith, it will exactly illustrate the manner in which faith laid hold of its objects.
4. This story of Hercules and the Hydra, then, was to the general Greek mind, in its best days, a tale about a real hero and a real monster. Not one in a thousand knew anything of the way in which the story had arisen, any more than the Eng lish peasant generally is aware of the plebeian original of St. George ; or supposes that there were once alive in the world, with sharp teeth and claws, real, and very ugly, flying dragons. On the other hand, few persons traced any moral or symbolical meaning in the story, and the average Greek was as far from imagining any interpretation like that I have just given you, as an average Englishman is from seeing in St. George the Red Cross Knight of Spenser, or in the Dragon the Spirit of Infidel ity. But, for all that, there was a certain undercurrent of con sciousness in all minds that the figures meant more than they at first showed ; and, according to each man's own faculties of sentiment, he judged and read them ; just as a Knight of the Garter reads more in the jewel on his collar than the George and Dragon of a public house expresses to the host or to his customers. Thus, to the mean person the myth always meant little ; to the noble person, much ; and the greater their famil iarity with the more contemptible became to one, and the
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more sacred to the other ; until vulgar commentators explained it entirely away, while Virgil made it the crowning glory of his choral hymn to Hercules.
Around thee, powerless to infect thy soul, Rose, in his crested crowd, the Lerna worm.
Non te rationis egentem Lernaeus turba capitum circumstetit anguis.
And although, in any special toil of the hero's life, the moral interpretation was rarely with definiteness attached to its event, yet in the whole course of the life, not only a symbolical mean ing, but the warrant for the existence of a real spiritual power, was apprehended of all men. Hercules was no dead hero, to be remembered only as a victor over monsters of the past — harm less now as slain. He was the perpetual type and mirror of heroism, and its present and living aid against every ravenous form of human trial and pain.
5. But, if we seek to know more than this and to ascertain the manner in which the story first crystallized into its shape, we shall find ourselves led back generally to one or other of two sources — either to actual historical events, represented by the fancy under figures personifying them ; or else to natural phenomena similarly endowed with life by the imaginative power usually more or less under the influence of terror. The historical myths we must leave the masters of history to follow ; they, and the events they record, being yet involved in great, though attractive and penetrable, mystery.
