The Little Robber Girl
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
Animal Sketches And Stories
Blondine Bonne Biche and Beau Minon
BRER RABBIT and HIS NEIGHBORS
CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
FABLES FOR CHILDREN
FABLES FROM INDIA
FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS
FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
For Classes Ii. And Iii.
For Classes Iv. And V.
For Kindergarten And Class I.
FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
Good Little Henry
JAPANESE AND OTHER ORIENTAL TALES]
Jean De La Fontaine
King Alexander's Adventures
KINGS AND WARRIORS
LAND AND WATER FAIRIES
Lessons From Nature
LITTLE STORIES that GROW BIG
MODERN FAIRY TALES
MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED
MOTHER GOOSE JINGLES
MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES
Myths And Legends
NEGLECT THE FIRE
ON POPULAR EDUCATION
PLACES AND FAMILIES
Poems Of Nature
RESURRECTION DAY (EASTER)
RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"
RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE
ROMANCES OF THE MIDDLE AGES
SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY
Selections From The Bible
SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES
Some Children's Poets
Songs Of Life
STORIES BY FAVORITE AMERICAN WRITERS
STORIES FOR CHILDREN
STORIES for LITTLE BOYS
STORIES FROM BOTANY
STORIES FROM GREAT BRITAIN
STORIES FROM IRELAND
STORIES FROM PHYSICS
STORIES FROM SCANDINAVIA
STORIES FROM ZOOLOGY
STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS
THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
The King Of The Golden River; Or, The Black Brothers
The Little Grey Mouse
THE OLD FAIRY TALES
The Princess Rosette
THE THREE HERMITS
THE TWO OLD MEN
UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
WHAT MEN LIVE BY
WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO
The Sea King's Gift
from The Lilac Fairy Book
There was once a fisherman who was called Salmon, and his
Christian name was Matte. He lived by the shore of the big sea;
where else could he live? He had a wife called Maie; could you
find a better name for her? In winter they dwelt in a little
cottage by the shore, but in spring they flitted to a red rock
out in the sea and stayed there the whole summer until it was
autumn. The cottage on the rock was even smaller than the other;
it had a wooden bolt instead of an iron lock to the door, a stone
hearth, a flagstaff, and a weather-cock on the roof.
The rock was called Ahtola, and was not larger than the market-
place of a town. Between the crevices there grew a little rowan
tree and four alder bushes. Heaven only knows how they ever came
there; perhaps they were brought by the winter storms. Besides
that, there flourished some tufts of velvety grass, some
scattered reeds, two plants of the yellow herb called tansy, four
of a red flower, and a pretty white one; but the treasures of the
rock consisted of three roots of garlic, which Maie had put in a
cleft. Rock walls sheltered them on the north side, and the sun
shone on them on the south. This does not seem much, but it
sufficed Maie for a herb plot.
All good things go in threes, so Matte and his wife fished for
salmon in spring, for herring in summer, and for cod in winter.
When on Saturdays the weather was fine and the wind favourable,
they sailed to the nearest town, sold their fish, and went to
church on Sunday. But it often happened that for weeks at a time
they were quite alone on the rock Ahtola, and had nothing to look
at except their little yellow-brown dog, which bore the grand
name of Prince, their grass tufts, their bushes and blooms, the
sea bays and fish, a stormy sky and the blue, white-crested
waves. For the rock lay far away from the land, and there were no
green islets or human habitations for miles round, only here and
there appeared a rock of the same red stone as Ahtola,
besprinkled day and night with the ocean spray.
Matte and Maie were industrious, hard-working folk, happy and
contented in their poor hut, and they thought themselves rich
when they were able to salt as many casks of fish as they
required for winter and yet have some left over with which to buy
tobacco for the old man, and a pound or two of coffee for his
wife, with plenty of burned corn and chicory in it to give it a
flavour. Besides that, they had bread, butter, fish, a beer cask,
and a buttermilk jar; what more did they require? All would have
gone well had not Maie been possessed with a secret longing which
never let her rest; and this was, how she could manage to become
the owner of a cow.
'What would you do with a cow?' asked Matte. 'She could not swim
so far, and our boat is not large enough to bring her over here;
and even if we had her, we have nothing to feed her on.'
'We have four alder bushes and sixteen tufts of grass,' rejoined
'Yes, of course,' laughed Matte, 'and we have also three plants
of garlic. Garlic would be fine feeding for her.'
'Every cow likes salt herring,' rejoined his wife. 'Even Prince
is fond of fish.'
'That may be,' said her husband. 'Methinks she would soon be a
dear cow if we had to feed her on salt herring. All very well for
Prince, who fights with the gulls over the last morsel. Put the
cow out of your head, mother, we are very well off as we are.'
Maie sighed. She knew well that her husband was right, but she
could not give up the idea of a cow. The buttermilk no longer
tasted as good as usual in the coffee; she thought of sweet cream
and fresh butter, and of how there was nothing in the world to be
compared with them.
One day as Matte and his wife were cleaning herring on the shore
they heard Prince barking, and soon there appeared a gaily
painted boat with three young men in it, steering towards the
rock. They were students, on a boating excursion, and wanted to
get something to eat.
'Bring us a junket, good mother,' cried they to Maie.
'Ah! if only I had such a thing!' sighed Maie.
'A can of fresh milk, then,' said the students; 'but it must not
'Yes, if only I had it!' sighed the old woman, still more deeply.
'What! haven't you got a cow?'
Maie was silent. This question so struck her to the heart that
she could not reply.
'We have no cow,' Matte answered; 'but we have good smoked
herring, and can cook them in a couple of hours.'
'All right, then, that will do,' said the students, as they flung
themselves down on the rock, while fifty silvery-white herring
were turning on the spit in front of the fire.
'What's the name of this little stone in the middle of the
ocean?' asked one of them.
'Ahtola,' answered the old man.
'Well, you should want for nothing when you live in the Sea
Matte did not understand. He had never read Kalevala and knew
nothing of the sea gods of old, but the students proceeded to
explain to him.[FN#2: Kalevala is a collection of old Finnish
songs about gods and heroes.]
'Ahti,' said they, 'is a mighty king who lives in his dominion of
Ahtola, and has a rock at the bottom of the sea, and possesses
besides a treasury of good things. He rules over all fish and
animals of the deep; he has the finest cows and the swiftest
horses that ever chewed grass at the bottom of the ocean. He who
stands well with Ahti is soon a rich man, but one must beware in
dealing with him, for he is very changeful and touchy. Even a
little stone thrown into the water might offend him, and then as
he takes back his gift, he stirs up the sea into a storm and
drags the sailors down into the depths. Ahti owns also the
fairest maidens, who bear the train of his queen Wellamos, and at
the sound of music they comb their long, flowing locks, which
glisten in the water.'
'Oh!' cried Matte, 'have your worships really seen all that?'
'We have as good as seen it,' said the students. 'It is all
printed in a book, and everything printed is true.'
'I'm not so sure of that,' said Matte, as he shook his head.
But the herring were now ready, and the students ate enough for
six, and gave Prince some cold meat which they happened to have
in the boat. Prince sat on his hind legs with delight and mewed
like a pussy cat. When all was finished, the students handed
Matte a shining silver coin, and allowed him to fill his pipe
with a special kind of tobacco. They then thanked him for his
kind hospitality and went on their journey, much regretted by
Prince, who sat with a woeful expression and whined on the shore
as long as he could see a flip of the boat's white sail in the
Maie had never uttered a word, but thought the more. She had good
ears, and had laid to heart the story about Ahti. 'How
delightful,' thought she to herself, 'to possess a fairy cow! How
delicious every morning and evening to draw milk from it, and yet
have no trouble about the feeding, and to keep a shelf near the
window for dishes of milk and junkets! But this will never be my
'What are you thinking of?' asked Matte.
'Nothing,' said his wife; but all the time she was pondering over
some magic rhymes she had heard in her childhood from an old lame
man, which were supposed to bring luck in fishing.
'What if I were to try?' thought she.
Now this was Saturday, and on Saturday evenings Matte never set
the herring-net, for he did not fish on Sunday. Towards evening,
however, his wife said:
'Let us set the herring-net just this once.'
'No,' said her husband, 'it is a Saturday night.'
'Last night was so stormy, and we caught so little,' urged his
wife; 'to-night the sea is like a mirror, and with the wind in
this direction the herring are drawing towards land.'
'But there are streaks in the north-western sky, and Prince was
eating grass this evening,' said the old man.
'Surely he has not eaten my garlic,' exclaimed the old woman.
'No; but there will be rough weather by to-morrow at sunset,'
'Listen to me,' said his wife, 'we will set only one net close to
the shore, and then we shall be able to finish up our half-filled
cask, which will spoil if it stands open so long.'
The old man allowed himself to be talked over, and so they rowed
out with the net. When they reached the deepest part of the
water, she began to hum the words of the magic rhyme, altering
the words to suit the longing of her heart:
Oh, Ahti, with the long, long beard,
Who dwellest in the deep blue sea,
Finest treasures have I heard,
And glittering fish belong to thee.
The richest pearls beyond compare
Are stored up in thy realm below,
And Ocean's cows so sleek and fair
Feed on the grass in thy green meadow.
King of the waters, far and near,
I ask not of thy golden store,
I wish not jewels of pearl to wear,
Nor silver either, ask I for,
But one is odd and even is two,
So give me a cow, sea-king so bold,
And in return I'll give to you
A slice of the moon, and the sun's gold.
'What's that you're humming?' asked the old man.
'Oh, only the words of an old rhyme that keeps running in my
head,' answered the old woman; and she raised her voice and went
Oh, Ahti, with the long, long beard,
Who dwellest in the deep blue sea,
A thousand cows are in thy herd,
I pray thee give one onto me.
'That's a stupid sort of song,' said Matte. 'What else should one
beg of the sea-king but fish? But such songs are not for Sunday.'
His wife pretended not to hear him, and sang and sang the same
tune all the time they were on the water. Matte heard nothing
more as he sat and rowed the heavy boat, while thinking of his
cracked pipe and the fine tobacco. Then they returned to the
island, and soon after went to bed.
But neither Matte nor Maie could sleep a wink; the one thought of
how he had profaned Sunday, and the other of Ahti's cow.
About midnight the fisherman sat up, and said to his wife:
'Dost thou hear anything?'
'No,' said she.
'I think the twirling of the weathercock on the roof bodes ill,'
said he; 'we shall have a storm.'
'Oh, it is nothing but your fancy,' said his wife.
Matte lay down, but soon rose again.
'The weathercock is squeaking now,' said he.
'Just fancy! Go to sleep,' said his wife; and the old man tried
For the third time he jumped out of bed.
'Ho! how the weather-cock is roaring at the pitch of its voice,
as if it had a fire inside it! We are going to have a tempest,
and must bring in the net.'
Both rose. The summer night was as dark as if it had been
October, the weather-cock creaked, and the storm was raging in
every direction. As they went out the sea lay around them as
white as now, and the spray was dashing right over the fisher-
hut. In all his life Matte had never remembered such a night. To
launch the boat and put to sea to rescue the net was a thing not
to be thought of. The fisherman and his wife stood aghast on the
doorstep, holding on fast by the doorpost, while the foam
splashed over their faces.
'Did I not tell thee that there is no luck in Sunday fishing?'
said Matte sulkily; and his wife was so frightened that she never
even once thought of Ahti's cows.
As there was nothing to be done, they went in. Their eyes were
heavy for lack of slumber, and they slept as soundly as if there
had not been such a thing as an angry sea roaring furiously
around their lonely dwelling. When they awoke, the sun was high
in the heavens, the tempest had cased, and only the swell of the
sea rose in silvery heavings against the red rock.
'What can that be?' said the old woman, as she peeped out of the
'It looks like a big seal,' said Matte.
'As sure as I live, it's a cow!' exclaimed Maie. And certainly it
was a cow, a fine red cow, fat and flourishing, and looking as if
it had been fed all its days on spinach. It wandered peacefully
up and down the shore, and never so much as even looked at the
poor little tufts of grass, as if it despised such fare.
Matte could not believe his eyes. But a cow she seemed, and a cow
she was found to be; and when the old woman began to milk her,
every pitcher and pan, even to the baler, was soon filled with
the most delicious milk.
The old man troubled his head in vain as to how she came there,
and sallied forth to seek for his lost net. He had not proceeded
far when he found it cast up on the shore, and so full of fish
that not a mesh was visible.
'It is all very fine to possess a cow,' said Matte, as he cleaned
the fish; 'but what are we going to feed her on?'
'We shall find some means,' said his wife; and the cow found the
means herself. She went out and cropped the seaweed which grew in
great abundance near the shore, and always kept in good
condition. Every one Prince alone excepted, thought she was a
clever beast; but Prince barked at her, for he had now got a
From that day the red rock overflowed with milk and junkets, and
every net was filled with fish. Matte and Maie grew fat on this
fine living, and daily became richer. She churned quantities of
butter, and he hired two men to help him in his fishing. The sea
lay before him like a big fish tank, out of which he hauled as
many as he required; and the cow continued to fend for herself.
In autumn, when Matte and Maie went ashore, the cow went to sea,
and in spring, when they returned to the rock, there she stood
'We shall require a better house,' said Maie the following
summer; 'the old one is too small for ourselves and the men.'
'Yes,' said Matte. So he built a large cottage, with a real lock
to the door, and a store-house for fish as well; and he and his
men caught such quantities of fish that they sent tons of salmon,
herring, and cod to Russian and Sweden.
'I am quite overworked with so many folk,' said Maie; 'a girl to
help me would not come amiss.'
'Get one, then,' said her husband; and so they hired a girl.
Then Maie said: 'We have too little milk for all these folk. Now
that I have a servant, with the same amount of trouble she could
look after three cows.'
'All right, then,' said her husband, somewhat provoked, 'you can
sing a song to the fairies.'
This annoyed Maie, but nevertheless she rowed out to sea on
Sunday night and sang as before:
Oh, Ahti, with the long, long beard,
Who dwellest in the deep blue sea,
A thousand cows are in thy herd,
I pray thee give three unto me.
The following morning, instead of one, three cows stood on the
island, and they all ate seaweed and fended for themselves like
the first one.
'Art thou satisfied now?' said Matte to his wife.
'I should be quite satisfied,' said his wife, 'if only I had two
servants to help, and if I had some finer clothes. Don't you know
that I am addressed as Madam?'
'Well, well,' said her husband. So Maie got several servants and
clothes fit for a great lady.
'Everything would now be perfect if only we had a little better
dwelling for summer. You might build us a two-storey house, and
fetch soil to make a garden. Then you might make a little arbour
up there to let us have a sea-view; and we might have a fiddler
to fiddle to us of an evening, and a little steamer to take us to
church in stormy weather.'
'Anything more?' asked Matte; but he did everything that his wife
wished. The rock Ahtola became so grand and Maie so grand that
all the sea-urchins and herring were lost in wonderment. Even
Prince was fed on beefsteaks and cream scones till at last he was
as round as a butter jar.
'Are you satisfied now?' asked Matte.
'I should be quite satisfied,' said Maie, 'if only I had thirty
cows. At least that number is required for such a household.'
'Go to the fairies,' said Matte.
His wife set out in the new steamer and sang to the sea-king.
Next morning thirty cows stood on the shore, all finding food for
'Know'st thou, good man, that we are far too cramped on this
wretched rock, and where am I to find room for so many cows?'
'There is nothing to be done but to pump out the sea.'
'Rubbish!' said his wife. 'Who can pump out the sea?'
'Try with thy new steamer, there is a pump in it.'
Maie knew well that her husband was only making fun of her, but
still her mind was set upon the same subject. 'I never could pump
the sea out,' thought she, 'but perhaps I might fill it up, if I
were to make a big dam. I might heap up sand and stones, and make
our island as big again.'
Maie loaded her boat with stones and went out to sea. The fiddler
was with her, and fiddled so finely that Ahti and Wellamos and
all the sea's daughters rose to the surface of the water to
listen to the music.
'What is that shining so brightly in the waves?' asked Maie.
'That is sea foam glinting in the sunshine,' answered the
'Throw out the stones,' said Maie.
The people in the boat began to throw out the stones, splash,
splash, right and left, into the foam. One stone hit the nose of
Wellamos's chief lady-in-waiting, another scratched the sea queen
herself on the cheek, a third plumped close to Ahti's head and
tore off half of the sea-king's beard; then there was a commotion
in the sea, the waves bubbled and bubbled like boiling water in a
'Whence comes this gust of wind?' said Maie; and as she spoke the
sea opened and swallowed up the steamer. Maie sank to the bottom
like a stone, but, stretching out her arms and legs, she rose to
the surface, where she found the fiddler's fiddle, and used it as
a float. At the same moment she saw close beside her the terrible
head of Ahti, and he had only half a beard!'
'Why did you throw stones at me?' roared the sea-king.
'Oh, your majesty, it was a mistake! Put some bear's grease on
your beard and that will soon make it grow again.'
'Dame, did I not give you all you asked for--nay, even more?'
'Truly, truly, your majesty. Many thanks for the cows.'
'Well, where is the gold from the sun and the silver from the
moon that you promised me?'
'Ah, your majesty, they have been scattered day and night upon
the sea, except when the sky was overcast,' slyly answered Maie.
'I'll teach you!' roared the sea-king; and with that he gave the
fiddle such a 'puff' that it sent the old woman up like a sky-
rocket on to her island. There Prince lay, as famished as ever,
gnawing the carcase of a crow. There sat Matte in his ragged grey
jacket, quite alone, on the steps of the old hut, mending a net.
'Heavens, mother,' said he, 'where are you coming from at such a
whirlwind pace, and what makes you in such a dripping condition?'
Maie looked around her amazed, and said, 'Where is our two-storey
'What house?' asked her husband.
'Our big house, and the flower garden, and the men and the maids,
and the thirty beautiful cows, and the steamer, and everything
'You are talking nonsense, mother,' said he. 'The students have
quite turned your head, for you sang silly songs last evening
while we were rowing, and then you could not sleep till early
morning. We had stormy weather during the night, and when it was
past I did not wish to waken you, so rowed out alone to rescue
'But I've seen Ahti,' rejoined Maie.
'You've been lying in bed, dreaming foolish fancies, mother, and
then in your sleep you walked into the water.'
'But there is the fiddle,' said Maie.
'A fine fiddle! It is only an old stick. No, no, old woman,
another time we will be more careful. Good luck never attends
fishing on a Sunday.'
From Z. Topelius.
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