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place where the wood had been cut. When thumbling saw his
father, he cried to him, do you see, father, here I am with the
cart, now take me down. The father got hold of the horse with
his left hand and with the right took his little son out of the
ear. Thumbling sat down quite merrily on a straw, but when the
two strange men
saw him, they did not know what to say for
astonishment. Then one of them took the other aside and said,
listen, the little fellow would make our fortune if we exhibited
him in a large town, for money. We will buy him. They went to
the peasant and said, sell us the little man. He shall be well
treated with us. No, replied the father, he is the apple of my
eye, and all the money in the world cannot buy him from me.

Thumbling, however, when he heard of the bargain, had crept up
the folds of his father's coat, placed himself on his shoulder,
and whispered in his ear, father do give me away, I will soon
come back again. Then the father parted with him to the two
men for a handsome sum of money. Where will you sit, they
said to him. Oh just set me on the rim of your hat, and then I
can walk backwards and forwards and look at the country, and
still not fall down. They did as he wished, and when thumbling
had taken leave of his father, they went away with him. They
walked until it was dusk, and then the little fellow said,
do take me down, it is necessary. Just stay up there, said the
man on whose hat he sat, it makes no difference to me. The birds
sometimes let things fall on me. No, said thumbling, I
know what's manners, take me quickly down. The man took his hat
off, and put the little fellow on the ground by the wayside, and
he leapt and crept about a little between the sods, and then he
suddenly slipped into a mousehole which he had sought out.
Good evening, gentlemen, just go home without me, he cried to
them, and mocked them. They ran thither and stuck their sticks
into the mousehole, but it was all in vain. Thumbling crept
still farther in, and as it soon became quite
dark, they were forced to go home with their vexation and
their empty purses.

When thumbling saw that they were gone, he crept back out of the
subterranean passage. It is so dangerous to walk on the ground
in the dark, said he, how easily a neck or a leg is broken.
Fortunately he stumbled against an empty snail-shell. Thank God,
said he, in that I can pass the night in safety. And got into it.
Not long afterwards, when he was just going to sleep, he heard two
men go by, and one of them was saying, how shall we set about
getting hold of the rich pastor's silver and gold. I could tell
you that, cried thumbling, interrupting them. What was that, said
one of the thieves in fright, I heard someone speaking. They stood
still listening, and thumbling spoke again, and said, take
me with you, and I'll help you.

But where are you. Just look on the ground, and observe from
whence my voice comes, he replied. There the thieves at length
found him, and lifted him up. You little imp, how will you help
us, they said. Listen, said he, I will creep into the pastor's
room through the iron bars, and will reach out to you whatever
you want to have. Come then, they said, and we will see what you
can do. When they got to the pastor's house, thumbling crept into
the room, but instantly cried out with all his might, do you want
to have everything that is here. The thieves were alarmed, and
said, but do speak softly, so as not to waken any one. Thumbling
however, behaved as if he had not understood this, and cried
again, what do you want. Do you want to have everything that is
here. The cook, who slept in the next room, heard this and sat up
in bed, and listened. The thieves, however, had in their fright
run some distance away, but at last they took courage, and
thought, the little rascal wants to mock us. They came back and
whispered to him, come be serious, and reach something out to us.
Then thumbling again cried as loudly as he could, I really will
give you everything, just put your hands in. The maid who was
listening, heard this quite distinctly, and jumped out of bed
and rushed to the door. The thieves took flight, and ran as if
the wild huntsman
were behind them, but as the maid could not see
anything, she went to strike a light. When she came to the
place with it, thumbling, unperceived, betook himself to the
granary, and the maid after she had examined every corner and
found nothing, lay down in her bed again, and believed that,
after all, she had only been dreaming with open eyes and ears.
Thumbling had climbed up among the hay and found a beautiful
place to sleep in. There he intended to rest until day, and
then go home again to his parents. But there were other things in
store for him. Truly, there is much worry and affliction in
this world. When the day dawned, the maid arose from her bed to
feed the cows. Her first walk was into the barn, where she laid
hold of an armful of hay, and precisely that very one in which
poor thumbling was lying asleep. He, however, was sleeping so
soundly that he was aware of nothing, and did not awake until he
was in the mouth of the cow, who had picked him up with the hay.

Ah, heavens, cried he, how have I got into the fulling mill. But
he soon discovered where he was. Then he had to take care not to
let himself go between the teeth and be dismembered, but he was
subsequently forced to slip down into the stomach with the hay.
In this little room the windows are forgotten, said he, and no
sun shines in, neither will a candle be brought. His quarters
were especially unpleasing to him, and the worst was that more
and more hay was always coming in by the door, and the space grew
less and less. When at length in his anguish, he cried as
loud as he could, bring me no more fodder, bring me no more

place where the wood had been cut. When thumbling saw his

father, he cried to him, do you see, father, here I am with the

cart, now take me down. The father got hold of the horse with

his left hand and with the right took his little son out of the

ear. Thumbling sat down quite merrily on a straw, but when the

two strange men

saw him, they did not know what to say for

astonishment. Then one of them took the other aside and said,

listen, the little fellow would make our fortune if we exhibited

him in a large town, for money. We will buy him. They went to

the peasant and said, sell us the little man. He shall be well

treated with us. No, replied the father, he is the apple of my

eye, and all the money in the world cannot buy him from me.

Thumbling, however, when he heard of the bargain, had crept up

the folds of his father's coat, placed himself on his shoulder,

and whispered in his ear, father do give me away, I will soon

come back again. Then the father parted with him to the two

men for a handsome sum of money. Where will you sit, they

said to him. Oh just set me on the rim of your hat, and then I

can walk backwards and forwards and look at the country, and

still not fall down. They did as he wished, and when thumbling

had taken leave of his father, they went away with him. They

walked until it was dusk, and then the little fellow said,

do take me down, it is necessary. Just stay up there, said the

man on whose hat he sat, it makes no difference to me. The birds

sometimes let things fall on me. No, said thumbling, I

know what's manners, take me quickly down. The man took his hat

off, and put the little fellow on the ground by the wayside, and

he leapt and crept about a little between the sods, and then he

suddenly slipped into a mousehole which he had sought out.

Good evening, gentlemen, just go home without me, he cried to

them, and mocked them. They ran thither and stuck their sticks

into the mousehole, but it was all in vain. Thumbling crept

still farther in, and as it soon became quite

dark, they were forced to go home with their vexation and

their empty purses.

When thumbling saw that they were gone, he crept back out of the

subterranean passage. It is so dangerous to walk on the ground

in the dark, said he, how easily a neck or a leg is broken.

Fortunately he stumbled against an empty snail-shell. Thank God,

said he, in that I can pass the night in safety. And got into it.

Not long afterwards, when he was just going to sleep, he heard two

men go by, and one of them was saying, how shall we set about

getting hold of the rich pastor's silver and gold. I could tell

you that, cried thumbling, interrupting them. What was that, said

one of the thieves in fright, I heard someone speaking. They stood

still listening, and thumbling spoke again, and said, take

me with you, and I'll help you.

But where are you. Just look on the ground, and observe from

whence my voice comes, he replied. There the thieves at length

found him, and lifted him up. You little imp, how will you help

us, they said. Listen, said he, I will creep into the pastor's

room through the iron bars, and will reach out to you whatever

you want to have. Come then, they said, and we will see what you

can do. When they got to the pastor's house, thumbling crept into

the room, but instantly cried out with all his might, do you want

to have everything that is here. The thieves were alarmed, and

said, but do speak softly, so as not to waken any one. Thumbling

however, behaved as if he had not understood this, and cried

again, what do you want. Do you want to have everything that is

here. The cook, who slept in the next room, heard this and sat up

in bed, and listened. The thieves, however, had in their fright

run some distance away, but at last they took courage, and

thought, the little rascal wants to mock us. They came back and

whispered to him, come be serious, and reach something out to us.

Then thumbling again cried as loudly as he could, I really will

give you everything, just put your hands in. The maid who was

listening, heard this quite distinctly, and jumped out of bed

and rushed to the door. The thieves took flight, and ran as if

the wild huntsman

were behind them, but as the maid could not see

anything, she went to strike a light. When she came to the

place with it, thumbling, unperceived, betook himself to the

granary, and the maid after she had examined every corner and

found nothing, lay down in her bed again, and believed that,

after all, she had only been dreaming with open eyes and ears.

Thumbling had climbed up among the hay and found a beautiful

place to sleep in. There he intended to rest until day, and

then go home again to his parents. But there were other things in

store for him. Truly, there is much worry and affliction in

this world. When the day dawned, the maid arose from her bed to

feed the cows. Her first walk was into the barn, where she laid

hold of an armful of hay, and precisely that very one in which

poor thumbling was lying asleep. He, however, was sleeping so

soundly that he was aware of nothing, and did not awake until he

was in the mouth of the cow, who had picked him up with the hay.

Ah, heavens, cried he, how have I got into the fulling mill. But

he soon discovered where he was. Then he had to take care not to

let himself go between the teeth and be dismembered, but he was

subsequently forced to slip down into the stomach with the hay.

In this little room the windows are forgotten, said he, and no

sun shines in, neither will a candle be brought. His quarters

were especially unpleasing to him, and the worst was that more

and more hay was always coming in by the door, and the space grew

less and less. When at length in his anguish, he cried as

loud as he could, bring me no more fodder, bring me no more