A SOLDIER came marching
along the high road: “Left, right—left, right.” He had his knapsack
on his back, and a sword at his side; he had been to the wars, and
was now returning home.
As he walked on, he met a very frightful-looking old witch in the
road. Her under-lip hung quite down on her breast, and she stopped
and said, “Good evening, soldier; you have a very fine sword, and a
large knapsack, and you are a real soldier; so you shall have as
much money as ever you like.”
“Thank you, old witch,” said the soldier.
“Do you see that large tree,” said the witch, pointing to a tree
which stood beside them. “Well, it is quite hollow inside, and you
must climb to the top, when you will see a hole, through which you
can let yourself down into the tree to a great depth. I will tie a
rope round your body, so that I can pull you up again when you call
out to me.”
“But what am I to do, down there in the tree?” asked the soldier.
“Get money,” she replied; “for you must know that when you reach
the ground under the tree, you will find yourself in a large hall,
lighted up by three hundred lamps; you will then see three doors,
which can be easily opened, for the keys are in all the locks. On
entering the first of the chambers, to which these doors lead, you
will see a large chest, standing in the middle of the floor, and
upon it a dog seated, with a pair of eyes as large as teacups. But
you need not be at all afraid of him; I will give you my blue
checked apron, which you must spread upon the floor, and then boldly
seize hold of the dog, and place him upon it.
You can then open the chest, and take from it as many pence as
you please, they are only copper pence; but if you would rather have
silver money, you must go into the second chamber. Here you will
find another dog, with eyes as big as mill-wheels; but do not let
that trouble you. Place him upon my apron, and then take what money
you please. If, however, you like gold best, enter the third
chamber, where there is another chest full of it. The dog who sits
on this chest is very dreadful; his eyes are as big as a tower, but
do not mind him. If he also is placed upon my apron, he cannot hurt
you, and you may take from the chest what gold you will.”
“This is not a bad story,” said the soldier; “but what am I to
give you, you old witch? for, of course, you do not mean to tell me
all this for nothing.”
“No,” said the witch; “but I do not ask for a single penny. Only
promise to bring me an old tinder-box, which my grandmother left
behind the last time she went down there.”
“Very well; I promise. Now tie the rope round my body.”
“Here it is,” replied the witch; “and here is my blue checked
apron.” |