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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894                  THE GOLDEN TREASURE
' He has a splendid touch !' said the Drum. ' I've a remembrance of him now that will last. I expect that the same thing will happen to his mother, from pure joy over her golden treasure.'
And this is the story of the Golden Treasure.
THE STORM SHIFTS THE SIGNS
In the old days, when Grandpapa was quite a little boy, and ran about in little red breeches and a red coat, a sash round his waist, and a feather in his cap—for that's the costume the little boys wore in his time when they were dressed in their best—many things were very different from what they are now : there was often a good deal of show in the streets—show that we don't see nowadays, because it has been abolished as too old-fashioned: still, it is very interesting to hear Grandfather tell about it.
It must really have been a gorgeous sight to behold, in those days, when the shoemakers shifted their sign, when they changed their guild-hall. The silken flag waved, on it a double-headed eagle was displayed, and a big boot; the youngest lads carried the welcome cup, and the chest of the guild, and their shirt-sleeves were adorned with red and white ribbons ; the elder ones carried drawn swords, each with a lemon stuck on its point. There was a full band of music, and the most splendid of all the instruments was the 'bird', as Grandfather called the big stick with the crescent at the top, and all manner of dingle-dangles hanging to it, a perfect Turkish clatter of music. The stick was lifted high in the air, and swung up and down till it jingled again, and quite dazzled one's eyes when the sun shone on all its glory of gold, and silver, and brass.
In front of the procession ran the Harlequin, dressed in clothes made of all kinds of coloured patches artfully sewn together, with a black face, and bells on his head like a sledge horse : he beat the people with his bat, which made a great clattering without hurting them, and the people pushed each other in order to move back or move forward the