HOUSEHOLD STORIES from The BROTHERS GRIMM

51 Tales translated to English by Lucy Crane & Illustrated by Walter Crane

Home Main Menu Order Support About Search



Share page  


Previous Contents Next

18                         GRIMM'S FAIRY TALES.
"And the gold?"
" Oh, that was my wage for seven years' service."
" You seem to have fended for yourself very well," said the knife-grinder. " Now, if you could but manage to have money in your pocket every time you put your hand in, your fortune is made."
" How shall I manage that?" said Hans.
"You must be a knife-grinder like me," said the man. " All you want is a grindstone, the rest comes of itself: I have one here; to be sure it is a little damaged, but I don't mind letting you have it in exchange for your goose; what say you ?"
"How can you ask?" answered Hans. "I shall be the luckiest fellow in the world, for if I find money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, there is nothing more left to want"
And so he handed over the goose to the pedlar and received the grindstone in exchange.
" Now," said the knife-grinder, taking up a heavy common stone that lay near him, " here is another proper sort of stone that will stand a good deal of wear and that you can hammer out your old nails upon. Take it with you, and carry it carefully."
Hans lifted up the stone and carried it off with a con­tented mind. " I must have been born under a lucky star !" cried he, while his eyes sparkled for joy. " I have only to wish for a thing and it is mine."
After a while he began to feel rather tired, as indeed he had been on his legs since daybreak; he also began to feel rather hungry, as in the fulness of his joy at getting the cow, he had eaten up all he had. At last he could scarcely go on at all, and had to make a halt every moment, for the stones weighed him down most unmercifully, and he could not help wishing that he did not feel obliged to drag them along. And on he went at a snail's pace until he came to a well; then he thought he would rest and take a drink of the fresh water. And he placed the stones carefully by his side at the edge of the well; then he sat down, and as he stooped to drink, he happened to give the stones a little push, and they both fell into the water with a splash. And then Hans, having watched them disappear, jumped for joy, and thanked