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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proud, but he was also a learned man, and knew a great deal. That was no secret, and many opinions were expressed concerning it. In his chimney there was fire even in summer­time. He would lock the door of his room, and for days the fire would be poked and raked ; but of this he did not talk much—the forces of nature must be conquered in silence ; and soon he would discover the art of making the best thing of all—the red gold.
' That is why the chimney was always smoking, therefore the flames crackled so frequently. Yes, I was there too,' said the Wind. ' " Let it go," I sang down through the chimney : "it will end in smoke, air, coals and ashes ! You will burn yourself ! Hu-uh-ush ! drive away ! drive away ! " But Waldemar Daa did not drive it away.
1 The splendid black horses in the stable—what became of them ? what became of the old gold and silver vessels in cupboards and chests, the cows in the fields, and the houses and home itself ? Yes, they may melt, may melt in the golden crucible, and yet yield no gold.
I Empty grew the barns and store-rooms, the cellars and magazines. The servants decreased, and the mice multiplied. Then a window broke, and then another, and I could get in elsewhere besides at the door,' said the Wind. * " Where the chimney smokes the meal is being cooked," the proverb says. But here the chimney smoked that devoured all the meals, for the sake of the red gold.
* I blew through the courtyard gate like a watchman blowing his horn,' the Wind went on, ' but no watchman was there. I twirled the weathercock round on the summit of the tower, and it creaked like the snoring of the warder, but no warder was there ; only mice and rats were there. Poverty laid the table-cloth ; poverty sat in the wardrobe and in the larder ; the door fell off its hinges, cracks and fissures made their appearance, and I went in and out at pleasure ; and that is how I know all about it.
' Amid smoke and ashes, amid sorrow and sleepless nights, the hair became grey, in his beard and around his temples ; his skin turned pale and yellow, as his eyes looked greedily for the gold, the desired gold.
II  blew the smoke and ashes into his face and beard : debt came instead of gold. I sang through the broken