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Saint Nicholas And The Children

from Canadian Fairy Tales





Two little children lived with their old grandmother in a remote place

in the Canadian forest. They were twin children--a boy and a girl,

Pierre and Estelle by name--and except for their dress it was not easy

to tell them apart. Their father and mother had died in the

spring-time, and in the summer they had left their old home because of

its many sad memories and had gone to live with their old grandmother

in a new home elsewhere. In this new home in the forest where they now

lived they were very poor, but they were not unhappy. Times were hard,

and there was very little food to be had no matter how well their old

grandmother worked; but they caught fish in the streams and gathered

berries and fruit and birds' eggs on the wooded hills, and somehow

throughout the summer they kept themselves from want. But when late

autumn came and the streams were frozen over and the berries were all

gone and there were no eggs, for the birds had all flown south, they

were often hungry because they had so little to eat.



Their grandmother worked so hard to provide for herself and the

children that at last she fell very sick. For several days she could

not leave her bed. And she said, "I want meat broth to make me well

and I must have good meat to make it. If I do not get meat I can have

no broth, and if I do not get broth I shall not get well, and if I do

not get well I shall die, and if I die you two children will surely

starve and die too. So meat and meat alone can save us all from

starvation and death." So the two children, to keep themselves and

their grandmother alive, set out one morning in search of meat to make

the broth. They lived far from other people and they did not know

where to go, but they followed the forest path. The snow lay deep on

the ground and sparkled brightly in the sunlight. The children had

never before been away from home alone and every sight was of great

interest to them. Here and there a rabbit hopped over the snow, or a

snowbird hovered and twittered overhead, all looking for food like the

children. And there were holly-berries growing in many places, and

there was mistletoe hanging from the trees. And Pierre when he saw the

holly-berries and the mistletoe said, "Saint Nicholas will be soon

here, for the trees are dressed and ready for his coming." And Estelle

said, "Yes, Saint Nicholas will be soon here." And they were both very

glad thinking of his coming.



As they went along in the afternoon, they came upon an old man sitting

at the door of a small house of spruce-boughs under the trees close to

the forest path. He was busy making whistles, whittling willow wands

with a knife and tapping gently on the bark until the bark loosened

from the wood and slipped easily off. The children stood and watched

him at his strange work, for he had merry twinkling eyes, and a kindly

weather-beaten face, and thick white hair, and they were not afraid.



"Hello," said the old man.



"Hello," said Pierre, "why are you making willow whistles?"



"I am making them for Saint Nicholas," said the old man; "he is coming

soon for his yearly visit; indeed he is already in the land; when he

makes his rounds he always gives whistles, among other things, to good

children, and I must have a great store of them ready for him when he

comes, for there are many children to supply."



Then he went on whittling busily with his knife. The children watched

him for a long time in silence, and they thought what a fine thing it

must be to work like the old man for Saint Nicholas, in his little

house of boughs under the forest trees. Then the old man said, "You

are very small children; what are you seeking so far away from

people?" And Estelle answered, "Our old grandmother is very sick, and

we are looking for meat to make broth to make her well." The old man

was sorry he had no meat, for he lived on other food. He told them

that some distance farther along there was a butcher who always kept

meat; but the butcher, he said, was a very wicked fellow and

sometimes little children who entered his shop never came out again.

The children were very frightened when they heard what the old man

said and they wondered if they had better go back home. But the old

man thought for a long time in silence as he whittled his willow

wands, and then he said, "I will give you each a whistle, and when you

blow it, Saint Nicholas will always hear it; you must never blow it

except when you are in great trouble or distress, and when Saint

Nicholas hears it he will know that you are coming to grief or that

harm is already upon you and he will come himself or send some one to

your assistance. But you must blow only one blast. The whistle should

be given only by Saint Nicholas himself when he comes at holly-time

into the land. But you are good children and your old grandmother is

sick, and you are trying to make her well, and I know that Saint

Nicholas will not say that I have done wrong." So he gave the children

each a whistle, and then fear left them, for they knew they could now

come to no harm if they had the aid of Saint Nicholas.



It was growing late in the afternoon and the children set out on their

way to find the wicked butcher. But they had many misgivings, and as

they went on they grew faint of heart, for they wondered if the old

man had told them the truth about the whistles or if he was in reality

a secret agent of the wicked butcher trying to lure them to their

death. They resolved to search for meat elsewhere and to keep away

from the butcher's shop.



For a long time they searched, but without success. There was no meat

to be had in all the land at any of the places they stopped to ask.

Soon they came in sight of the butcher's shop. They were very

frightened. But the sun had already gone down behind the trees, and

night was coming on, and they had still no meat. And they knew that if

their old grandmother was to get well she must have meat to make

broth. The shop, too, looked very pleasant and attractive in the cold

winter evening. Warm light was shining from a fire through the door,

and in the windows were sausages, and fat birds, and big yellow

pumpkins and cakes with red berries on the top. The children were

hungry and wished for something to eat by the warm shop fire. They

decided to enter the shop notwithstanding their fear, to buy some

food, and to get meat for their grandmother's broth as quickly as they

could. But before they entered the shop they thought it would be well,

in order to be safe, to blow a blast on their whistle as the old man

had told them so that Saint Nicholas would know that they were in

dread of harm. They stood for a time in the shadow of the great trees

before the door and made ready to blow together. Pierre gave the

signal and blew a long soft blast. But Estelle could not get her

whistle from her pocket and Pierre had finished his blast, all out of

breath, before she was ready to blow. "Don't blow now," he said, "you

are just like a girl, always too late." But blow she would, as the old

man had told her, and before Pierre could stop her she blew a long

soft blast on her whistle. Pierre was very cross, for he thought that

now no good could come of it, as two blasts had sounded, but with his

sister he entered the butcher's shop.



The wicked butcher was in his shop, but not another person was about

the place. It was all very quiet. The man was very glad to see the

children and he seated them by the warm fire, and gave them food, and

although he shut the door tight behind them, their fear soon vanished.

After they had eaten well and were warm again, they asked for meat to

make broth for their old grandmother, and the butcher said he would

give them plenty of good meat although it was very scarce in all the

land. There was a barrel standing in one corner; in another corner was

a large hogshead reaching almost to the ceiling, and the butcher said

that both of these were full of meat.



Now the butcher was really the friend and partner of a wicked giant

who lived in the forest. The giant's greatest delight was to eat

little children. He liked no meal so well as a meal of little

children, two at a time, pickled first in brine. He ate them always

when he could get them, but he was not always successful in his

search, for children were scarce in the land. He was a great hunter

and he was able to kill many animals in the forest and to secure much

meat, so great was his strength, and once a week regularly he brought

a great load of meat to the butcher and traded it for any little

children the butcher managed to entice into his shop. So the butcher

got much meat at little cost. And the old man of the house of boughs

was right when he said that many little children who entered the shop

never came out again.

The butcher was very glad when he saw the two pretty little children.

He was expecting the giant that evening on his weekly visit, and he

thought gleefully of the great load of meat he would get from the

giant in exchange for the children, for he would ask a big price, and

he knew the giant would give all the meat he had for so good a meal.

And he thought too of all the money he would get for the giant's load

of meat. So he resolved to kill the children and pickle them in brine

to await the giant's coming.



When the children had finished their meal and had warmed themselves by

the fire they made ready to go home and they asked for their meat. The

butcher said he would get it for them. They looked up at the shelves,

laden with more food than they had ever seen before--hams and cabbages

and strings of onions. And the little children said, "There are good

onions up there; we will buy some and take them home to our

grandmother to put in her broth." The butcher said, "There are many

kinds of onions in the box on the high shelf. You must pick out the

kind you want. I will lift you up to the shelf so that you can see for

yourselves." So he caught them each by the coat between the

shoulders, and because of his great strength he lifted them high until

they could look into the box and pick out the onions they wanted. As

he took them down he thrust them straight out from his body at arm's

length and held them there and they laughed because of his great

strength. Then he brought them together with terrible force so that

their heads struck one against the other and they were stunned by the

cruel blow. Then he threw them head first into the barrel in the

corner which was filled with brine, not with meat as he had said, and

he left them there to pickle well. He was greatly pleased with the

fine load of meat he would get in exchange from the giant, who, he

knew, would appear before many minutes had passed.



Soon the giant arrived. He carried on his back a great load of meat

and he also drew a sled heavily laden with many dressed carcasses of

animals he had killed. "What cheer for me to-night and what fortune?"

he said to the butcher as he entered the warm shop with his load. And

the butcher said, "Good cheer and fine fortune. I have a good fat pair

for you to-night already pickling in the brine." Then he uncovered the

barrel in the corner and showed the giant the two little children

sticking head first in the pickle. The giant smacked his fat lips and

chuckled and rubbed his great hands, so pleased was he with the sight

of so good a meal. And he said, "We will let them steep well in the

brine until to-morrow. I always like them very salt." They covered up

the barrel, and then they bargained about the purchase of the meat.



The giant agreed to give the butcher all his meat in exchange for the

children. Then they sat by the fire drinking and eating until far on

into the night. And the giant said that before they went to bed he

would take another look at the children to see how they were pickling.

So they went and uncovered the barrel.



Now it chanced that Saint Nicholas was in the land at that time, as

the old man of the House-of-boughs had said. He had come into the land

to bring his yearly gifts to little children. In the evening he was

many miles away from the butcher's shop. But he heard the long soft

blast of a whistle, borne on the still evening wind. He knew it to be

one of his own whistles, and it told him that little children were in

danger. But it was followed by another soft blast--the late blast of

Estelle's whistle--and the two blasts meant that the danger was not

yet very near to the children, that indeed it was far off, so he

thought that there was no need to hurry to the children's aid.

Moreover, Saint Nicholas was just then leaving tiny dolls for little

babies in many little houses in the forest and he decided to take his

time and finish the giving of all these gifts before he set out to the

place from which the whistle-blast had come.



At last he was able to go on his way. The snow lay deep in the

forest, and travelling was hard, but the white winter moon was

shining, and the path was bright and Saint Nicholas moved along

quickly on his snow-shoes. Far on in the night he reached the

butcher's shop from which he knew the children's note of fear had

come. As he entered the shop, the giant and the butcher were just

taking their last look before going to bed at the children sticking in

the barrel of brine. They did not know Saint Nicholas, but when they

saw him they quickly placed the cover on the barrel and were very much

confused. Saint Nicholas was suspicious that they were about some

wickedness, and he knew well that in some way or other the barrel was

connected with the dreaded harm of which the children's whistle had

told him, and he thought that perhaps the children were hidden in it.

So he said, "I have come for meat. I want meat that has been pickled

in brine. I should like a piece from that barrel." But the butcher

said, "It is not good meat. I have better meat in the inner room, and

I will get it for you." So the butcher and Saint Nicholas entered the

inner room and closed the door behind them while the giant sat on the

barrel in the corner, trying to hide it with his great fat legs.



In the inner room was a barrel filled with brine, but with only a

small piece of meat at the bottom. Saint Nicholas said he would take

that piece. The butcher bent far into the barrel to reach down in

search of the meat. But as he did so, Saint Nicholas picked him up by

the legs and pushed him head first into the barrel of brine. He

spluttered and kicked, but he stuck fast in the barrel, and could not

get out. Saint Nicholas placed the cover on the barrel, with a great

weight on top of it, and that was the end of the wicked butcher.




GOOD"]



Then Saint Nicholas returned to the shop where the giant was waiting,

still sitting on the barrel. He told the giant that he wanted a piece

of meat that lay in the bottom of the large hogshead of pickle in the

other corner. He asked the giant to get it for him, as the hogshead

was so high that neither he nor the butcher could reach down into it.



The giant bent far into the hogshead and began groping for the meat at

the bottom. Saint Nicholas took a large bone that lay on the floor,

and standing on a box beside the hogshead he struck the giant a

powerful blow on the head. The giant was only slightly stunned, but in

his surprise he lost his balance, and fell head first into the brine.

He yelled and kicked for a time, but his huge shoulders stuck fast.

Saint Nicholas covered the hogshead, leaving the giant sticking fast

in the pickle, and that was the end of the giant.



Then Saint Nicholas uncovered the barrel in the corner into which he

had seen the butcher and the giant looking when he had first entered

the shop. There were the two children standing on their heads in the

pickle with their feet sticking out at the top. He caught them by the

legs and pulled them out and by his magic power he soon brought them

back to life. He gave them food and warmed them by the fire and soon

they were none the worse for their hour in the barrel of brine.



Then he gave them meat and brought them back to their grandmother. And

they made broth for her and soon made her well, and they were all

happy again. And the land was troubled no more by giants, for Saint

Nicholas never again allowed great harm to come to little children if

they always kept his whistle near them and blew softly upon it when

they were in trouble or distress.





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