The Marvellous Musician

THERE was once upon a time a marvellous musician. One day

he was wandering through a wood all by himself, thinking now

of one thing, now of another, till there was nothing else left to think

about. Then he said to himself:

`Time hangs very heavily on my hands when I'm all alone in

the wood. I must try and find a pleasant companion.'

So he took his fiddle out, and fiddled till he woke the echoes

round. After a time a wolf came through the thicket and trotted

up to the musician.

`Oh! it's a Wolf, is it?' said he. `I've not the smallest wish

for his society.'

But the Wolf approached him and said:

`Oh, my dear musician, how beautifully you play! I wish you'd

teach me how it's done.'

`That's easily learned,' answered the fiddler; `you must only do

exactly as I tell you.'

`Of course I will,' replied the Wolf. `I can promise that you

will find me a most apt pupil.'

So they joined company and went on their way together, and

after a time they came to an old oak tree, which was hollow and

had a crack in the middle of the trunk.

`Now,' said the Musician, `if you want to learn to fiddle, here's

your chance. Lay your front paws in this crack.'

The Wolf did as he was told, and the Musician quickly seized a

stone, and wedged both his fore paws so firmly into the crack that

he was held there, a fast prisoner.

`Wait there till I return,' said the Fiddler, and he went on his


After a time he said to himself again:

`Time hangs very heavily on my hands when I'm all alone in

the wood; I must try and find a companion.'

So he drew out his fiddle, and fiddled away lustily. Presently

a fox slunk through the trees.

`Aha I what have we here?' said the Musician. `A fox; well,

I haven't the smallest desire for his company.'

The Fox came straight up to him and said:

`My dear friend, how beautifully you play the fiddle; I would

like to learn how you do it.'

`Nothing easier,' said the Musician. `if you'll promise to do

exactly as I tell you.'

`Certainly,' answered the Fox, `you have only to say the word.'

`Well, then, follow me,' replied the Fiddler.

When they had gone a bi of the way, they came to a path with

high trees on each side. Here the Musician halted, bent a stout

hazel bough down to the ground from one side of the path, and put

his foot on the end of it to keep it down. Then he bent a branch

down from the other side and said:

`Give me your left front paw, my little Fox, if you really wish to

learn how it's done.'

The Fox did as he was told, and the Musician tied his front paw

to the end of one of the branches.

`Now, my friend,' he said, `give me your right paw.'

This he bound to the other branch, and having carefully seen

that his knots were all secure, he stepped off the ends of the branches,

and they sprang back, leaving the poor Fox suspended in mid-air.

`Just you wait where you are till I return,' said the Musician,

and he went on his way again.

Once more he said to himself:

`Time hangs heavily on my hands when I'm all alone in the

wood; I must try and find another companion.'

So he took out his fiddle and played as merrily as before. This

time a little hare came running up at the sound.

`Oh! here comes a hare,' said the Musician; `I've not the

smallest desire for his company.'

`How beautifully you play, dear Mr. Fiddler,' said the little Hare.

`I wish I could learn how you do it.'

`It's easily learnt,' answered the Musician; `just do exactly as I

tell you.'

`That I will,' said the Hare, `you will find me a most attentive


They went on a bit together, till they came to a thin part of the

wood, where they found an aspen tree growing. The Musician bound

a long cord round the little Hare's neck, the other end of which he

fastened to the tree.

`Now, my merry little friend,' said the Musician, `run twenty

times round the tree.'

The little Hare obeyed, and when it had run twenty times round

the tree, the cord had twisted itself twenty times round the trunk,

so that the poor little beast was held a fast prisoner, and it might

bite and tear as much as it liked, it couldn't free itself, and the cord

only cut its tender neck.

`Wait there till I return,' said the Musician, and went on his


In the meantime the Wolf had pulled and bitten and scratched

at the stone, till at last he succeeded in getting his paws out. Full

of anger, he hurried after the Musician, determined when he met

him to tear him to pieces. When the Fox saw him running by, he

called out as loud as he could:

`Brother Wolf, come to my rescue, the Musician has deceived

me too.'

The Wolf pulled the branches down, bit the cord in two, and set

the Fox free. So they went on their way together, both vowing

vengeance on the Musician. They found the poor imprisoned little

Hare, and having set him free also, they all set out to look for their


During this time the Musician had once more played his fiddle,

and had been more fortunate in the result. The sounds pierced to

the ears of a poor woodman, who instantly left his work, and with

his hatchet under his arm came to listen to the music.

`At last I've got a proper sort of companion,' said the Musician,

`for it was a human being I wanted all along, and not a wild animal.'

And he began playing so enchantingly that the poor man stood

there as if bewitched, and his heart leapt for joy as he listened.

And as he stood thus, the Wolf and Fox and little Hare came

up, and the woodman saw at once that they meant mischief. He

lifted his glittering axe and placed himself in front of the Musician,

as much as to say: `If you touch a hair of his head, beware, for you

will have to answer for it to me.'

Then the beasts were frightened, and they all three ran back into

the wood, and the Musician played the woodman one of his best

tunes, by way of thanks, and then continued his way.[32]

[32] Grimm.

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