The Complete Fairy Tales & Other Stories
By Hans Christian Andersen - online book

Oxford Complete Illustrated Edition all his stories written between 1835 and 1872.

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Then he flayed the horse, and let the hide dry in the wind, and put it in a sack and hung it over his shoulder, and went to the town to sell his horse's skin.
He had a very long way to go, and was obliged to pass through a great dark wood, and the weather became dread­fully bad. He went quite astray, and before he got into the right way again it was evening, and it was too far to get home again or even to the town before nightfall.
Close by the road stood a large farm-house. The shutters were closed outside the windows, but the light could still be seen shining out over them.
* I may be able to get leave to stop here through the night,' thought Little Claus ; and he went and knocked.
The farmer's wife opened the door ; but when she heard what he wanted she told him to go away, declaring that her husband was not at home, and she would not receive strangers.
1 Then I shall have to lie outside,5 said Little Claus. And the farmer's wife shut the door in his face.
Close by stood a great haystack, and between this and the farm-house was a little outhouse thatched with straw.
1 Up there I can lie,' said Little Claus, when he looked up at the roof ; ' that is a capital bed. I suppose the stork won't fly down and bite me in the legs.' For a living stork was standing on the roof, where he had his nest.
Now Little Claus climbed up to the roof of the shed, where he lay, and turned round to settle himself com­fortably. The wooden shutters did not cover the windows at the top, and he could look straight into the room. There was a great table, with the cloth laid, and wine and roast meat and a glorious fish upon it. The farmer's wife and the parish-clerk were seated at table, and nobody besides. She was filling his glass, and he was digging his fork into the fish, for that was his favourite dish.
1 If one could only get some too ! ' thought Little Claus, as he stretched out his head towards the window. Heavens ! what a glorious cake he saw standing there ! Yes, certainly, that was a feast.
Now he heard some one riding along the high road. It was the woman's husband, who was coming home. He was a good man enough, but he had the strange peculiarity