Hansel And Gretel





Once upon a time there dwelt near a large wood a poor wood-cutter, with

his wife and two children by his former marriage, a little boy called

Hansel and a girl named Gretel. He had little enough to eat; and once,

when there was a great famine in the land, he could not get even his

daily bread. As he lay thinking in his bed one evening, rolling about

for trouble, he sighed, and said to his wife, "What will become of us?

How can we feed our children, when we have no more than we can eat

ourselves?"



"Well, then, my husband," answered she, "we will lead them away, quite

early in the morning, into the thickest part of the wood, and there make

them a fire, and give them each a little piece of bread. Then we will go

to our work and leave them alone, so they will not find the way home

again, and we shall be freed from them."



"No, wife," replied he; "that I can never do. How can you bring your

heart to leave my children all alone in the wood; for the wild beasts

will soon come and tear them to pieces?"



"Oh, you simpleton!" said she. "Then we must all four die of hunger."



But she gave him no peace until he consented, saying, "Ah, but I shall

regret the poor children."



The two children, however, had not gone to sleep for very hunger, and so

they overheard what the stepmother said to their father. Gretel wept

bitterly, and said to Hansel, "What will become of us?"






"Be quiet, Gretel," said he. "Do not cry--I will soon help you." And as

soon as their parents had fallen asleep he got up, put on his coat,

and, unbarring the back door, slipped out. The moon shone brightly, and

the white pebbles which lay before the door seemed like silver pieces,

they glittered so brightly. Hansel stooped down, and put as many into

his pocket as it would hold; and then, going back, he said to Gretel,

"Be comforted, dear sister, and sleep in peace; God will not forsake

us." And so saying, he went to bed again.



The next morning, before the sun arose, the wife went and awoke the two

children. "Get up, you lazy things; we are going into the forest to chop

wood." Then she gave them each a piece of bread, saying, "There is

something for your dinner; do not eat it before the time, for you will

get nothing else."



Gretel took the bread in her apron, for Hansel's pocket was full of

pebbles; and so they all set out upon their way. When they had gone a

little distance, Hansel stood still, and peeped back at the house; and

this he repeated several times, till his father said, "Hansel, what are

you peeping at, and why do you lag behind? Take care, and remember

your legs."






"Ah, father," said Hansel, "I am looking at my white cat sitting upon

the roof of the house, and trying to say good-bye."



"You simpleton!" said the wife, "that is not a cat; it is only the sun

shining on the white chimney."



But in reality Hansel was not looking at a cat; but every time he

stopped he dropped a pebble out of his pocket upon the path.






When they came to the middle of the wood the father told the children to

collect wood, and he would make them a fire, so that they should not be

cold. So Hansel and Gretel gathered together quite a little mountain of

twigs. Then they set fire to them; and as the flame burnt up high, the

wife said, "Now, you children, lie down near the fire, and rest

yourselves, while we go into the forest and chop wood. When we are

ready I will come and call you."



Hansel and Gretel sat down by the fire, and when it was noon each ate

the piece of bread; and because they could hear the blows of an axe,

they thought their father was near; but it was not an axe, but a branch

which he had bound to a withered tree, so as to be blown to and fro by

the wind.



They waited so long, that at last their eyes closed from weariness, and

they fell fast asleep. When they awoke it was quite dark, and Gretel

began to cry, "How shall we get out of the wood?" But Hansel tried to

comfort her, saying, "Wait a little while till the moon rises, and then

we will quickly find the way."



The moon soon shone forth, and Hansel, taking his sister's hand,

followed the pebbles, which glittered like new-coined silver pieces, and

showed them the path. All night long they walked on, and as day broke

they came to their father's house. They knocked at the door, and when

the wife opened it and saw Hansel and Gretel, she exclaimed, "You wicked

children! why did you sleep so long in the wood? We thought you were

never coming home again." But their father was very glad, for it had

grieved his heart to leave them all alone.



Not long afterwards there was again great scarcity in every corner of

the land; and one night the children overheard their mother saying to

their father, "Everything is again eaten. We have only half a loaf left,

and then we must starve. The children must be sent away. We will take

them deeper into the wood, so that they may not find the way out again;

it is the only means of escape for us."



But her husband felt heavy at heart, and thought. "It were better to

share the last crust with the children." His wife, however, would listen

to nothing that he said, and scolded and reproached him without end.



Now the children had heard what had been said as they lay awake, and as

soon as the old people went to sleep Hansel got up, intending to pick up

some pebbles as before; but the wife had locked the door, so that he

could not get out. Nevertheless he comforted Gretel, saying, "Do not

cry; sleep in peace; the good God will not forsake us."



Early in the morning the stepmother came and pulled them out of bed, and

gave them each a slice of bread, which was still smaller than the one

they had last time. On the way Hansel broke his in his pocket, and,

stooping every now and then, dropped a crumb upon the path.



"Hansel, why do you stop and look about?" said the father. "Keep in the

path."



"I am looking at my little dove," answered Hansel, "nodding a good-bye

to me."



"Simpleton!" said the wife, "that is no dove, but only the sun shining

on the chimney."



But Hansel kept still dropping crumbs as he went along.



The mother led the children deep into the wood, where they had never

been before, and there, making an immense fire, she said to them, "Sit

down here and rest, and when you feel tired you can sleep for a little

while. We are going into the forest to hew wood, and in the evening,

when we are ready, we will come and fetch you."



When noon came Gretel shared her bread with Hansel, who had strewn his

on the path. They then went to sleep; but the evening arrived and no one

came to visit the poor children, and in the dark night they awoke, and

Hansel comforted his sister by saying, "Only wait, Gretel, till the moon

comes out, then we shall see the crumbs of bread which I have dropped,

and they will show us the way home."



When the moon shone they got up, but they could not see any crumbs, for

the thousands of birds which had been flying about in the woods and

fields had picked them all up. Hansel kept saying to Gretel, "We will

soon find the way." But they did not. They walked the whole night long

and the next day, but still they did not come out of the wood; and they

got very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but the berries which they

found upon the bushes. Soon they got so tired that they could not drag

themselves along, so they lay down under a tree and went to sleep.



It was now the third morning since they had left their father's house,

and they still walked on; but they only got deeper and deeper into the

wood, and Hansel saw that if help did not come very soon they would die

of hunger. About the middle of the day they saw a beautiful snow-white

bird sitting on a bough, which sang so sweetly that they stood still and

listened to it. It soon left off and, spreading its wings, flew away.

They followed it until it arrived at a cottage, upon the roof of which

it perched; and when they went close up to it they saw that the cottage

was made of bread and cakes, and the window-panes were of clear sugar.



"We will go in there," said Hansel, "and have a glorious feast. I will

eat a piece of the roof, and you can eat the window. Will they not be

sweet?"



So Hansel reached up and broke a piece off the roof, in order to see how

it tasted; while Gretel stepped up to the window and began to bite it.

Then a sweet voice called out in the room, "Tip-tap, tip-tap, who raps

at my door?" and the children answered, "The wind, the wind, the child

of heaven;" and they went on eating.



Hansel thought the roof tasted very nice, and so he tore off a great

piece; while Gretel broke a large round pane out of the window and sat

down quite contentedly. Just then the door opened, and a very old

woman, walking upon crutches, came out. Hansel and Gretel were so

frightened that they let fall what they had in their hands; but the

old woman, nodding her head, said, "Ah, you dear children, what has

brought you here? Come in and stay with me, and no harm shall befall

you." And so saying, she took them both by the hand and led them into

her cottage.






A good meal of milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples and nuts, was

spread on the table, and in the back room were two nice little beds,

covered with white, where Hansel and Gretel laid themselves down, and

rested happily after all their hardships. The old woman was very kind

to them, but in reality she was a wicked witch who waylaid children,

and built the bread-house in order to entice them in; then as soon as

they were in her power she killed them, cooked and ate them, and made

a great festival of the day.



Witches have red eyes and cannot see very far; but they have a fine

sense of smell, like wild beasts, so that they know when children

approach them. When Hansel and Gretel came near the witch's house she

laughed wickedly, saying, "Here come two who shall not escape me." And

early in the morning, before they awoke, she went up to them, and saw

how lovingly they lay sleeping, with their chubby red cheeks; and she

mumbled to herself, "That will be a good bite." Then she took up

Hansel with her rough hand, and shut him up in a little cage with a

lattice-door; and although he screamed loudly it was of no use. Gretel

came next, and, shaking her till she awoke, she said, "Get up, you lazy

thing, and fetch some water to cook something good for your brother, who

must remain in that stall and get fat; when he is fat enough I shall eat

him."



Gretel began to cry, but it was all useless, for the old witch made her

do as she wished. So a nice meal was cooked for Hansel, but Gretel got

nothing but a crab's claw.



Every morning the old witch came to the cage and said, "Hansel, stretch

out your finger that I may feel whether you are getting fat." But Hansel

used to stretch out a bone, and the old woman, having very bad sight,

thought that it was his finger, and wondered very much that he did not

get fatter.



When four weeks had passed, and Hansel was still quite lean, she lost

all her patience, and would not wait any longer. "Gretel," she called

out in a passion, "get some water quickly; be Hansel fat or lean, this

morning I will kill and cook him."



Oh, how the poor little sister grieved, as she was forced to fetch the

water, and fast the tears ran down her cheeks! "Dear good God, help us

now!" she exclaimed. "Had we only been eaten by the wild beasts in the

wood, then we should have died together."






But the old witch called out, "Stop that noise; it will not help you a

bit."



So, early in the morning, Gretel was forced to go out and fill the

kettle, and make a fire.



"First, we will bake, however," said the old woman; "I have already

heated the oven and kneaded the dough;" and so saying, she pushed poor

Gretel up to the oven, out of which the flames were burning fiercely.

"Creep in," said the witch, "and see if it is hot enough, and then we

will put in the bread." But she intended when Gretel got in to shut up

the oven and let her bake, so that she might eat her as well as Hansel.



Gretel saw what her thoughts were and said, "I do not know how to do it;

how shall I get in?"



"You stupid goose," said she, "the opening is big enough. See, I could

even get in myself!" And she got up, and put her head into the oven.



Then Gretel gave her a push, so that she fell right in, and then,

shutting the iron door, she bolted it. Oh! how horribly she howled; but

Gretel ran away, and left the wicked witch to burn to ashes.



Now she ran to Hansel, and, opening his door, called out, "Hansel we are

saved; the old witch is dead!" So he sprang out, like a bird out of his

cage when the door is opened; and they were so glad that they fell upon

each other's neck, and kissed each other over and over again.



And now, as there was nothing to fear, they went into the witch's house,

where, in every corner, were caskets full of pearls and precious stones.

"These are better than pebbles," said Hansel, putting as many into his

pocket as it would hold; while Gretel thought, "I will take some home

too," and filled her apron full. "We must be off now," said Hansel, "and

get out of this enchanted forest."



When they had walked for two hours they came to a large piece of water.

"We cannot get over," said Hansel. "I can see no bridge at all."



"And there is no boat, either," said Gretel; "but there swims a white

duck--I will ask her to help us over," and she sang:



"Little Duck so blithe and merry,

Hansel, Gretel, here we stand;

There is neither bridge nor ferry,

Row us on your back to land."



So the Duck came to them, and Hansel sat himself on her back, and bade

his sister sit behind him.



"No," answered Gretel, "that will be too much for the Duck; she shall

take us over one at a time."



This the good little bird did, and when both were happily arrived on the

other side, and had gone a little way, they came to a wood, which they

knew the better every step they went, and at last they saw their

father's house. Then they began to run, and, bursting into the house,

they fell on their father's neck.



He had not had one happy hour since he had left the children in the

forest; and his wife was dead. Gretel shook her apron, and the pearls

and precious stones rolled out on the floor, and Hansel threw down one

handful after another out of his pocket. Then all their sorrows were

ended, and they lived together in great happiness.





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