The Queen and Elise.
The Witch Makes Ready the Magic Drink.
From the story “The Wild Swans.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Bring Me His Eyes Or Yours!
“Think of your own shoe.”
After the dancing had gone on for some time, the princess told the wizard that another young man had come to seek her hand, and asked what she should think of next morning when he came up to the palace to guess her thoughts.
“Listen! I will tell you,” replied the wizard. “Choose something very easy and simple, and he will be less likely to think of it. Think of your own shoe; he will never guess that. Then you can have his head cut off. But, mind! don’t forget to bring me his eyes to-morrow night. I will have either them or your own. Remember our bargain!”
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From the story “The Traveling Companions.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Do Things Keep Getting Better?
“There sat the dog, with eyes as large as tea-cups.”
He opened the first door. Yes, there sat the dog, with eyes as large as tea-cups, staring at him.
“There’s a good dog!” said the soldier, as he spread the witch’s apron on the floor, and lifted the beast on to it. He then filled his pockets with the copper coins in the chest, shut the lid, put the dog back into his place, and passed on into the second room.
There sat the second dog, with eyes as large as mill-stones.
“You had really better not stare at me so,” said the soldier; “it will hurt your eyes!” As he said this he set the dog down on the witch’s apron and lifted the lid of the chest. No sooner did he catch sight of all the silver it held than he threw away his copper coins, and filled his pockets and his knapsack with the shining silver.
He now passed on into the third room. What a start he got! A dog in this room had a pair of eyes each as large as a big round tower, and they kept rolling round and round in his head like wheels.
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From the story “The Tinder-Box.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Ten Kisses!
The swineherd got his ten kisses.
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Bread – Not A Good Stepping Stone!
“So the girl put on her best clothes and her newest shoes.”
So the girl put on her best clothes and her newest shoes, and lifted up her skirts, so that they would neither get dirty themselves nor soil her shoes. In this she was very wise; but she was neither wise nor good in something else that she did.
When she came to a road across a marsh, she found there was a great deal of mud and many pools of water. One of the pools was so deep that she flung the loaf into it, so that she might step on it, and thus get over the pool dry-shod.
But no sooner was her foot on the loaf than she began to sink. Down and down she went – first up to the waist, then up to the shoulders. At last she was quite out of sight, and there was only a bubbling in the pool to show where she had been!
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“The Girl who trod on a loaf.”
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Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Happy Travels!
Hans arrives at the king’s castle.
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
The Tin Soldier Tells His Tale!
THE TIN SOLDIER COMPLAINS TO THE LITTLE BOY.
From the story “The Old House.”
Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. Ca 1920.
How A Witch Amuses Herself!
“The old dame combed her hair.”
As she combed little Gerda’s hair, the child thought less and less of Kay, for the old lady was a witch. She did not harm people, however, but used her power only to amuse herself.
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From the story “The Snow Queen.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
A Fear Of Mermaids!
“She sat down upon one of these pearls.”
. . . great icebergs were floating about. These, she said, looked like pearls, although all were much larger than the church towers in the land of human beings. She sat down upon one of these pearls, and let the wind play with her long hair; but then all the ships set their sails in fear, and sailed away as quickly as they could.
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Whatever the elf put the tongue on could speak!
“The elf first put the tongue on the tub.”
. . . the elf stole away the grocer’s wife’s tongue, for she did not want it while she slept. And now whatever he put it upon was able to speak just as well as the lady herself. It was a good thing the tongue could be in only one place at a time, or what a noise there would have been!
The elf first put the tongue on the tub . . .
From the story “The Elf at the Grocer’s.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Silence and Suffering For The Wild Swans!
“She plucked with her own soft hands the ugly stinging-nettles.”
“Do you see these stinging-nettles which I have in my hand? There are many of the same kind growing round the cave where you are sleeping; only those that grow there or on the graves in the churchyard are of use – remember that! You must pluck them, although they will sting your hands; you must trample on the nettles with your feet, and get yarn from them; and with this yarn you must weave eleven shirts with long sleeves.”
“If these are thrown over the eleven wild swans, the spell will be broken. But mark this: from the moment that you begin your work till it is ended, even should it take you years, you must not speak a word. The first word that escapes your lips will fall like a dagger into the hearts of your brothers. Their lives hang on your tongue. Mark well all this!”
As the fairy took her leave, she touched Elise’s hands with a nettle. This made them burn like fire, and caused her to wake. . .
From the story “The Wild Swans.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
Written by William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
A Real Princess!
The Princess and the Pea.
‘ I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night through. ‘
From the story “The Real Princess”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
Written by William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited, London & Edinburgh. Ca 1917.
The Flying Trunk!
“Away flew the trunk into the clouds.”
. . . and, lo! away flew the trunk with him up the chimney, high into the clouds. On and on he flew, higher and higher. The bottom of the trunk gave a great crack, which rather frightened him, for if it had broken in two a pretty fall he would have had!
However, it came down safely, and he found himself in a country called Turkey. He hid the trunk under a heap of dry leaves in a wood, and walked into the town close by. He could do this quite well, for, among the Turks, everybody went about clad as he was, in dressing gown and slippers.
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Her Fairy Baby By Day – A Frog At Night!
The Viking’s Wife Finds the Frog.
. . . When she awoke, a little before sunrise, what was her grief to find the child gone! Dressing in haste, and lighting a pine torch, she found the place of the child had been taken by a great ugly frog!
Filled with fear, she seized a stick to kill the frog; but it looked at her with such sad, gentle eyes that she could not bring herself to do it.
Moving to a closed shutter, she opened it to let in the light of day. Just at that moment the sun rose. Its beams fell on the frog, and lo! the wide mouth became smaller, the limbs grew rounder, and instead of the frog there lay her dear little baby once more!
‘What is this?’ cried the lady. ‘Have I been dreaming?’
Lifting up the child, she pressed it to her heart; but the little one fought and bit like a wild cat.
Before many days had passed, it was plain to the lady that the child was under a spell. During the day it was as lovely as a little fairy, but had a fearful temper; during the night it was a frog, with sad and gentle eyes.
From the Story: The Marsh King’s Daughter.
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Love’s Naught Boy!
“THE NAUGHTY BOY”
The old poet sat down again beside the stove, and took the little boy on his knee. He wrung the water out of his streaming hair, warmed the child’s hands within his own, and gave him warm milk to drink and roasted apples to eat. The boy soon became himself again; the rosy colour returned to his cheeks, and he jumped down from the old man’s lap, and danced around him on the floor.
“Thou art a merry fellow!” said the poet. “Thou must tell me thy name.”
“They call me Cupid,” replied the boy. “Don’t you know me? There lies my bow. . .”
He then drew his bow, laid an arrow on the string, took his aim, and shot straight into the old poet’s heart. . .
The poor poet lay moaning on the ground for the arrow had wounded him sorely. “Fie, for shame, Cupid!” cried he; “thout art a wicked boy! I will tell all good children how thou hast treated me, and bid them take heed and never play with thee. If they do, thou wilt do them a mischief, as thou has done me.”
All the good boys and girls to whom he told this story were on their guard against the wicked boy Cupid. But, for all that, he shot his arrows into the hearts of nearly every one of them – he is so very cunning!
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
The Little Mermaid
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales. By William Woodburn. Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
‘Your beautiful form,’ replied the witch, ‘your graceful movements, and speaking eyes. With such as these, it will be easy to win a vain human heart. Well, now, have you lost courage? Put out your little tongue, that I may cut it off, and take it for myself, in return for my magic drink.’
Brave Tin Soldier – “Have you a passport?”
Brave Tin Soldier
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales
1917
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