Mother Holle
There was once a widow who had two daughters - one of
whom was pretty and industrious, whilst the other was ugly and idle. But she
was much fonder of the ugly and idle one, because she was her own daughter.
And the other, who was a step-daughter, was obliged to do all the work, and
be the cinderella of the house. Every day the poor girl had to sit by a well,
in the highway, and spin and spin till her fingers bled. Now it happened that
one day the shuttle was marked with her blood, so she dipped it in the well,
to wash the mark off, but it dropped out of her hand and fell to the bottom.
She began to weep, and ran to her step-mother and told her of the mishap. But
she scolded her sharply, and was so merciless as to say, since you have let
the shuttle fall in, you must fetch it out again. So the girl went back to the
well, and did not know what to do. And in the sorrow of her heart she jumped
into the well to get the shuttle. She lost her senses. And when she awoke and
came to herself again, she was in a lovely meadow where the sun was shining
and many thousands of flowers were growing. Across this meadow she went, and
at last came to a baker's oven full of bread, and the bread cried out, oh, take
me out. Take me out. Or I shall burn. I have been baked a long time. So she
went up to it, and took out all the loaves one after another with the bread-shovel.
After that she went on till she came to a tree covered with apples, which called
out to her, oh, shake me. Shake me. We apples are all ripe. So she shook the
tree till the apples fell like rain, and went on shaking till they were all
down, and when she had gathered them into a heap, she went on her way. At last
she came to a little house, out of which an old woman peeped. But she had such
large teeth that the girl was frightened, and was about to run away. But the
old woman called out to her, what are you afraid of, dear child. Stay with me.
If you will do all the work in the house properly, you shall be the better for
it. Only you must take care to make my bed well, and shake it thoroughly till
the feathers fly - for then there is snow on the earth. I am mother holle. As
the old woman spoke so kindly to her, the girl took courage and agreed to enter
her service. She attended to everything to the satisfaction of her mistress,
and always shook her bed so vigorously that the feathers flew about like snow-flakes.
So she had a pleasant life with her. Never an angry word. And to eat she had
boiled or roast meat every day. She stayed some time with mother holle, before
she became sad. At first she did not know what was the matter with her, but
found at length that it was home-sickness. Although she was many thousand times
better off here than at home, still she had a longing to be there. At last she
said to the old woman, I have a longing for home, and however well off I am
down here, I cannot stay any longer. I must go up again to my own people. Mother
holle said, I am pleased that you long for your home again, and as you have
served me so truly, I myself will take you up again. Thereupon she took her
by the hand, and led her to a large door. The door was opened, and just as the
maiden was standing beneath the doorway, a heavy shower of golden rain fell,
and all the gold clung to her, so that she was completely covered over with
it. You shall have that because you have been so industrious, said mother holle,
and at the same time she gave her back the shuttle which she had let fall into
the well. Thereupon the door closed, and the maiden found herself up above upon
the earth, not far from her mother's house. And as she went into the yard the
cock was sitting on the well, and cried - cock-a-doodle-doo. Your golden girl's
come back to you. So she went in to her mother, and as she arrived thus covered
with gold, she was well received, both by her and her sister. The girl told
all that had happened to her, and as soon as the mother heard how she had come
by so much wealth, she was very anxious to obtain the same good luck for the
ugly and lazy daughter. She had to seat herself by the well and spin. And in
order that her shuttle might be stained with blood, she stuck her hand into
a thorn bush and pricked her finger. Then she threw her shuttle into the well,
and jumped in after it. She came, like the other, to the beautiful meadow and
walked along the very same path. When she got to the oven the bread again cried,
oh, take me out. Take me out. Or I shall burn. I have been baked a long time.
But the lazy thing answered, as if I had any wish to make myself dirty. And
on she went. Soon she came to the apple-tree, which cried, oh, shake me. Shake
me. We apples are all ripe. But she answered, I like that. One of you might
fall on my head, and so went on. When she came to mother holle's house she was
not afraid, for she had already heard of her big teeth, and she hired herself
to her immediately. The first day she forced herself to work diligently, and
obeyed mother holle when she told her to do anything, for she was thinking of
all the gold that she would give her. But on the second day she began to be
lazy, and on the third day still more so, and then she would not get up in the
morning at all. Neither did she make mother holle's bed as she ought, and did
not shake it so as to make the feathers fly up. Mother holle was soon tired
of this, and gave her notice to leave. The lazy girl was willing enough to go,
and thought that now the golden rain would come. Mother holle led her also to
the great door, but while she was standing beneath it, instead of the gold a
big kettleful of pitch was emptied over her. That is the reward for your service,
said mother holle, and shut the door. So the lazy girl went home, but she was
quite covered with pitch, and the cock on the well, as soon as he saw her, cried
out - cock-a-doodle-doo. Your dirty girl's come back to you. But the pitch clung
fast to her, and could not be got off as long as she lived.