Pepper & Salt Part 3

[Ill.u.s.tration: A newspaper puff. This is a full page ill.u.s.trated poem depicting the geese acting out the poem.]

A NEWSPAPER PUFF

Twelve geese In a row (So these Always go).

Down-hill They meander, Tail to bill; First the gander.

So they stalked, Bold as bra.s.s As they walked To the gra.s.s.

Suddenly Stopped the throng; Plain to see Something's wrong Yes; there is Something white!

No quiz; Clear to sight.

('Twill amuse When you're told 'Twas a news- Paper old.)

Gander spoke.

Braver bird Never broke Egg, I've heard: "Stand here Steadily, Never fear, Wait for me."

Forth he went, Cautious, slow, Body bent, Head low.

All the rest Stood fast, Waiting for What pa.s.sed.

Wind came With a caper, Caught same Daily paper.

Up it sailed In the air; Courage failed Then and there.

Scared well Out of wits; Nearly fell Into fits.

Off they sped, Helter-skelter, 'Till they'd fled Under shelter.

Poor geese!

Never mind; Other geese One can find, Cut the same Foolish caper At empty wind In a paper.

H. Pyle

[Ill.u.s.tration: Three Fortunes. This is a full page ill.u.s.trated poem, depicting: the three as they start the journey, the shoemaker with his lady, the tailor and baker on the path, the tailor lounging in the Inn, and the baker wandering "To Nowhere."]

THREE FORTUNES

A merry young shoemaker, And a tailor, and a baker, Went to seek their fortunes, for they had been told, Where a rainbow touched the ground, (If it only could be found,) Was a purse that should be always full of gold.

So they traveled day by day, In a jolly, jocund way Till the shoemaker a pretty la.s.s espied; When quoth he, "It seems to me, There can never, never be, Better luck than this in all the world beside."

So the others said good-bye, And went on, till by-and-by They espied a shady inn beside the way; Where the Hostess fair,--a widow-- In a lone seclusion hid; "Oh, Here is luck!" the tailor said, "and here I'll stay."

So the baker jogged along, All alone, with ne'er a song, Or a jest; and nothing tempted him to stay.

But he went from bad to worse, For he never found the purse, And for all I know he is wandering to this day.

It is better, on the whole, For an ordinary soul, (So I gather from this song I've tried to sing,) For to take the luck that may Chance to fall within his way, Than to toil for an imaginary thing.

H. Pyle

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CLAUS & HIS WONDERFUL STAFF

Hans and Claus were born brothers. Hans was the elder and Claus was the younger; Hans was the richer and Claus was the poorer--that is the way that the world goes sometimes.

Everything was easy for Hans at home; he drank much beer, and had sausages and white bread three times a day; but Claus worked and worked, and no luck came of it--that, also, is the way that the world goes sometimes.

One time Claus spoke to Hans of this matter. "See, Hans," said he, "you should give me some money, for that which belongs to one brother should help the other."

But Hans saw through different colored spectacles than Claus. No; he would do nothing of the kind. If Claus wanted money he had better go out into, the world to look for it; for some folks said that money was rolling about in the wide world like peas on a threshing-floor. So said Hans, for Claus was so poor that Hans was ashamed of him, and wanted him to leave home so as to be rid of him for good and all.

This was how Claus came to go out into the world.

But before he went, he cut himself a good stout staff of hazel-wood to help his heavy feet over the road.

Now the staff that Claus had cut was a rod of witch-hazel, which has the power of showing wherever treasure lies buried. But Claus knew no more of that than the chick in the sh.e.l.l.

So off he went into the world, walking along with great contentment, kicking up little clouds of dust at every step, and whistling as gayly as though trouble had never been hatched from mares' eggs. By-and-by he came to the great town, and then he went to the market-place and stood, with many others, with a straw in his mouth--for that meant that he wanted to take service with somebody.

Presently there came along an old, old man, bent almost double with the weight of the years which he carried upon his shoulders. This was a famous doctor of the black-arts. He had read as many as a hundred books, so that he was more learned than any man in all of the world--even the minister of the village. He knew, as well as the birds know when the cherries are ripe, that Claus had a stick of witch-hazel, so he came to the market-place, peering here and peering there, just as honest folks do when they are looking for a servant. After a while he came to where Claus was, and then he stopped in front of him. "Do you want to take service, my friend?" said he.

Yes, that was what Claus wanted; why else should he stand in the market-place with a straw in his mouth?

Well, they bargained and bargained, and talked and talked, and the end of the matter was that Claus agreed to sell his services to the old master of black-arts for seven pennies a week. So they made their bargain, and off went the master with Claus at his heels. After they had come a little distance away from the crowd at the marketplace, the master of black-arts asked Claus where he had got that fine staff of hazel.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Claus and the Master of Black-Arts]

"Oh, I got it over yonder," said Claus, pointing with his thumb.

But could he find the place again?

Well, Claus did not know how about that; perhaps he could, and perhaps he could not.

But suppose that Claus had a thaler in his hand, _then_ could he find the place again?

Oh yes; in that case Claus was almost sure that he could find the place again.

So good. Then here was a bottle of yellow water. If Claus would take the bottle of yellow water, and pour it over the stump from which he had cut his staff, there would come seven green snakes out of a hole at the foot of the hazel-bush. After these seven snakes, there would come a white snake, with a golden crown on its head, from out of the same hole. Now if Claus would catch that white snake in the empty bottle, and bring it to the master of black-arts, he should have not one thaler, but two--that was what the master said.

Oh yes, Claus could do that; that was no such hard thing. So he took the bottle of yellow water and off he went.

By-and-by he came to the place where he had cut his hazel-twig. There he did as the master of black-arts had told him; he poured the yellow water over the stump of hazel from which he had cut his staff. Then everything happened just as the other had said: first there came seven green snakes out of the hole at the foot of the hazel-bush, and after they had all gone, there came a white snake, with a little golden crown on its head, and with its body gleaming like real silver. Then Claus caught the white snake, and put it into the bottle and corked it up tightly. After he had done this he went back to the master of black-arts again.

Now this white snake was what the folk call a tomtsnake in that land.

Whoever eats of a broth made of it can understand the language of all the birds of the air and all the beasts of the field; so n.o.body need wonder that the master was as glad as glad could be to have his white snake safe and sound.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Claus and the White Snake]