Hansel & Gretel

Hansel and Gretel - Eventyr af Brødrene Grimm (DANISH)

Ved udkanten af en stor skov boede der en fattig brændehugger med sin kone og sine to børn. Drengen hed Hans og pigen bed Grete. De havde kun lidt at bide og brænde og engang, da der var dyrtid i landet, vidste manden slet ikke, hvordan han skulle skaffe det daglige brød. Om aftenen, da han var kommet i seng og lå og tænkte over sin ulykke, sukkede han og sagde til sin kone: “Hvad skal der dog blive af os. Vi har slet ingen mad til børnene, knap nok til os selv.” – “Ved du hvad,” sagde konen, “i morgen tidlig følger vi børnene ind i den tætte skov, og tænder et bål der. Vi giver dem hver et stykke brød, og så går vi på arbejde. De kan ikke finde hjem igen, og så er vi af med dem.” – “Nej, det gør jeg ikke,” sagde manden, “jeg kan virkelig ikke nænne at lade mine børn blive ganske alene i den store skov. De bliver jo ædt af de vilde dyr.” – “Du er et rigtigt tossehovede,” sagde hans kone vredt, “vi dør jo allesammen af sult. Du kan såmænd godt begynde at tømre kisterne sammen.” Hun blev ved at plage ham, til han gav efter. “Men det gør mig dog skrækkelig ondt for de stakkels børn,” sagde han.

De to børn havde ikke kunnet sove af sult og havde hørt, hvad deres mor havde sagt. Grete græd og sagde til Hans: “Nu er det ude med os.” – “Vær stille, Grete,” svarede han, “jeg skal nok finde på råd.” Da de gamle var faldet i søvn, stod han op og listede sig ud. Månen skinnede klart, og de hvide kiselstene, der lå udenfor på vejen, lyste som sølv. Han stoppede sine lommer fulde af dem og gik hjem igen og sagde til Grete: “Læg du dig kun roligt til at sove, lille søster. Den gode Gud vil ikke forlade os.” Derpå krøb han op i sin seng igen.

Da det gryede ad dag, vækkede konen børnene. “Stå op I dovenkroppe,” sagde hun, “nu skal vi ud i skoven og hente brænde.” Hun gav hver af dem et stykke brød og sagde: “Der har I jeres middagsmad. Mere får I ikke.” Grete tog brødet ind under forklædet, fordi Hans havde lommen fuld af sten, og de begav sig nu allesammen på vej. Da de havde gået et lille stykke, stod Hans stille og vendte sig om og kiggede efter huset, og da de var kommet lidt videre, vendte han sig om igen. “Hvorfor vender du dig hele tiden om?” spurgte faderen, “det har vi ikke tid til, tag benene med dig.” – “Jeg ser efter min hvide kat,” sagde Hans, “den sidder oppe på taget og vil sige farvel til mig.” – “Hvor du dog kan vrøvle,” sagde moderen, “det er jo ikke andet end solen, der skinner på skorstenen.” Hans havde imidlertid slet ikke kigget efter katten, men bare kastet kiselstene bagved sig på vejen.

Da de var kommet dybt ind i skoven, sagde faderen: “Kan I nu samle brænde, lille børn. Så tænder jeg ild, for at I ikke skal fryse.” Hans og Grete samlede en lille bunke riskviste, faderen stak ild på det, og da det var kommet godt i brand, sagde konen: “Sæt jer så ned ved ilden og hvil jer, mens vi går ind i skoven og hugger brænde. Når vi er færdige, kommer vi igen og henter jer.”

Hans og Grete satte sig ved ilden, og ved middagstid spiste de deres tørre brød. De kunne høre slagene af en økse og troede derfor, at faderen var i nærheden, men lyden kom kun af, at han havde bundet en gren fast ved et træ, og nu slog vinden den derimod. Til sidst blev de søvnige og faldt da også i søvn, og da de vågnede var det allerede mørk nat. Grete gav sig til at græde. “Hvordan skal vi dog finde ud af skoven,” sagde hun. Men Hans trøstede hende. “Vent bare til månen kommer frem,” sagde han, “så skal vi nok finde vej hjem.” Og da månen var stået op, tog Hans sin søster i hånden og de lysende kiselstene viste ham vej. De gik hele natten, og først om morgenen nåede de deres fars hus. De bankede på, og da konen lukkede op og så, at det var dem, sagde hun: “Hvor har I dog været henne, I slemme børn. Vi troede slet ikke, I var kommet hjem mere.” Men faderen blev glad, da han så dem, for han havde haft samvittighedsnag, fordi han havde ladet dem blive alene tilbage i skoven.

Kort tid efter var der stor elendighed igen, og børnene hørte, at moderen om natten sagde til faderen: “Nu har vi kun et halvt rugbrød tilbage, så er den potte ude. Hvis børnene ikke kommer af vejen, er vi fortabt allesammen. Vi må bringe dem endnu længere ind i skoven, så de ikke kan finde vej hjem.” Det gjorde manden meget ondt og han tænkte: “Det var smukkere at dele den sidste mundfuld med sine børn.” Men konen brød sig aldeles ikke om, hvad han sagde. Når man har sagt A må man også sige B, og da han havde givet efter første gang, måtte han også bøje sig nu.

Børnene havde imidlertid igen ligget vågne og havde hørt det hele. Da de gamle var faldet i søvn, stod Hans op og ville ud og samle kiselstene ligesom forrige gang, men moderen havde låset døren. Alligevel trøstede han sin søster og sagde: “Du skal ikke græde, Grete. Den gode Gud hjælper os nok.”

Tidlig næste morgen kom konen og sagde til børnene, at de skulle stå op. De fik hver et stykke brød, men det var meget mindre end forrige gang. Han tog brødet i lommen og brækkede det i små stykker, og mens de gik, vendte han sig hvert øjeblik om og kastede et lille stykke på jorden. “Skynd dig dog lidt, Hans,” sagde faderen, “hvad er det dog nu, du kigger efter.” – “Det er min due, der sidder oppe på taget og vil sige farvel til mig,” sagde Hans. “Din dumrian,” skændte konen, “det er jo ikke andet end solen, der skinner på skorstenen.” Men efterhånden som de gik, kastede Hans alle brødsmulerne på vejen.

Konen førte børnene så dybt ind i skoven, som de aldrig i deres liv havde været. Der tændte manden et bål og moderen sagde: “Sæt jer nu her og hvil jer, og sov, hvis I er søvnige. I aften, når vi er færdige med at hugge brænde, kommer vi og henter jer.” Ved middagstid tog Grete sit stykke brød frem og delte det med Hans, der jo havde strøet sit på vejen. Så faldt de i søvn, og det blev aften, men der kom ingen og hentede de stakkels børn. Da de vågnede, var det mørk nat, men Hans trøstede sin søster og sagde: “Vent bare til månen kommer frem, og vi kan se brødsmulerne, så kan vi nok finde hjem.” Men skovens tusind fugle havde hakket alle brødkrummerne op, og der var ikke en tilbage. “Vi finder nok vej alligevel,” sagde Hans, men det gjorde de ikke. De gik hele natten og hele næste dag, men de kom ikke ud af skoven. De havde ikke fået andet at spise end et par bær, de havde fundet, og var så trætte, at de ikke kunne stå på benene. Så lagde de sig under et træ og faldt snart i søvn.

Den næste dag gik de videre, men de kom kun dybere og dybere ind i skoven, og de var lige ved at dø af sult. Ved middagstid fik de øje på en snehvid fugl, som sad på en gren og sang så dejligt, at de blev stående for at høre på den. Da den havde sunget lidt, fløj den op fra grenen, og de fulgte så bagefter den og kom til et lille hus, og fuglen satte sig på taget. Da de kom helt hen til huset, så de, at det var lavet af brød og taget af pandekager. Ruderne var af hvidt sukker. “Nu kan vi da få noget at spise,” råbte Hans glad. “Kom Grete, tag du et stykke af vinduet, det er dejlig sødt, så spiser jeg noget af taget.” Hans stillede sig nu på tæerne og brækkede et lille stykke af taget for at prøve, hvordan det smagte, og Grete gav sig til at gnave løs på ruden. Da hørte de inde fra stuen en tynd stemme der råbte:

“Hvem er det derude,
som gnaver på min rude?”

Børnene svarede:

“Det er bare stormens sus,
der tuder og hviner gennem jert hus,”

og spiste videre uden at lade sig forstyrre. Hans, der syntes at taget smagte dejligt, brækkede et stort stykke af, og Grete stødte en hel lille rude ind og gjorde sig rigtig til gode dermed. Pludselig gik døren op og en ældgammel kone, der støttede sig på en krykke, kom ud. Hans og Grete blev så bange, at de tabte det, de holdt i hånden. Den gamle rokkede med hovedet og sagde: “Hvordan er I kommet herhen, lille børn. Kom ind med mig og bliv hos mig, jeg skal ikke gøre jer fortræd.” Hun tog dem i hånden og gik med dem ind i huset. Der fik de dejlig mad, mælk og pandekager med sukker og æbler og nødder. Derpå puttede hun dem i to små bløde senge, og Hans og Grete troede, de var kommet i himlen.

Den gamle var imidlertid en ond heks, og slet ikke så rar, som hun lod. Hun havde kun bygget kagehuset for at lokke børn til sig. Når hun havde fået et barn i sin magt, dræbte hun det kogte det og spiste det, og så var det rigtig en festdag for hende. Heksene har røde øjne og er temmelig nærsynede, men de har en fin næse ligesom dyrene og kan lugte, så snart der er mennesker i nærheden. Da Hans og Grete kom henimod huset, grinede hun ondskabsfuldt og sagde: “De skal ikke slippe fra mig.” Tidlig næste morgen, før børnene var vågnede, stod hun op, og da hun så dem ligge der med deres røde runde kinder og sove trygt, tænkte hun: “Det bliver en lækkerbidsken.” Hun tog så fat i Hans med sin tørre hænder, bar ham ud i stalden og lukkede ham inde bag et gitter, uden at bryde sig om, at han græd og bad for sig. Så gik hun ind og ruskede Grete vågen og sagde: “Stå op, din drivert, og hent noget vand og lav noget god mad til din bror. Han sidder ude i stalden, og når han er blevet rigtig tyk og fed, æder jeg ham.” Grete gav sig til at græde, men det nyttede ikke, hun måtte gøre, hvad den slemme heks forlangte.

Nu fik Hans den dejligste mad, men den stakkels Grete fik ikke andet end affald. Hver morgen gik den gamle ned til stalden og råbte: “Stik din finger ud, så jeg kan mærke, om du er blevet fed.” Han stak imidlertid et afgnavet ben ud mellem tremmerne og den gamle, der ikke kunne se det med sine svage øjne, troede, at det var hans finger, og kunne ikke begribe, at han blev ved at være så mager. Da der var gået fire uger, og Hans ikke blev en smule tykkere, tabte hun tålmodigheden. “Skynd dig lidt at bringe vand op,” sagde hun til Grete, “enten Hans er tyk eller tynd, vil jeg spise ham i morgen.” Tårerne løb den stakkels lille Grete ned ad kinderne, men hun måtte gå. “Hjælp os dog, du gode Gud,” sagde hun, “bare de vilde dyr i skoven havde ædt os, så var vi dog i det mindste blevet sammen.” – “Hold op med det tuderi,” sagde den gamle, “det hjælper dog ikke.”

Den næste morgen måtte Grete tænde ild på skorstenen og sætte kedlen over. “Vi skal først bage,” sagde heksen, “jeg har allerede fyret under bagerovnen og æltet dejen.” Hun puffede den stakkels pige hen til ovnen, og flammerne slog ud af den. “Kryb ind og se, om den nu også er rigtig varm,” sagde hun. Grete kunne nok mærke, at det var meningen, at hun skulle steges derinde, og sagde derfor: “Hvordan skal jeg dog komme derind? “Din gås,” sagde heksen, “åbningen er da stor nok. Kan du se, der er endogså plads nok til mig,” og i det samme stak hun hovedet ind i ovnen. Da gav Grete hende et puf, så hun røg derind, og i en fart smækkede hun jerndøren i og satte slåen for. Den gamle begyndte at hyle og skrige, men Grete skyndte sig blot af sted, og heksen måtte brænde op.

Grete løb lige ud til Hans, åbnede gitteret og jublede: “Nu er vi frelst, Hans, den gamle heks er død,” og Hans sprang ud, så glad som en fugl, der slipper ud af sit bur. De omfavnede og kyssede hinanden og gik så tilbage til heksens hus, for nu var der jo ikke noget at være bange for. Der stod store kasser fulde af perler og ædelstene. “De er bedre end kiselstene,” sagde Grete og tog en hel mængde i sit forklæde. “Lad os nu skynde os at komme ud af skoven,” sagde Hans, og de begav sig på vej. Da de havde gået et par timer, kom de til en stor sø. “Den kan vi ikke komme over,” sagde Hans, “jeg kan ingen bro se.” – “Der er heller ingen skibe,” svarede Grete, “men dér svømmer en hvid and. Den hjælper os nok, når vi beder den derom.”

Så råbte hun:

“Kom du
lille hvide and,
bær os til
den anden strand.”

Anden kom straks svømmende, og Hans satte sig på ryggen af den og ville have, at Grete skulle sætte sig bagved ham. “Nej, det gør jeg ikke,” svarede Grete, “det er alt for tungt for anden. Den må hellere komme tilbage og hente mig.” Det gjorde den rare and så, og da de lykkelig og vel var kommet i land på den anden bred, syntes de nok, at skoven så dem så bekendt ud, og det varede heller ikke ret længe, før de kunne skimte deres fars hus mellem træerne. Da gav de sig til at løbe af alle kræfter og styrtede ind i stuen og faldt ham om halsen. Manden havde ikke haft en glad time, siden han havde forladt børnene i skoven, og den onde mor var død. Grete kastede perlerne og ædelstene ud af forklædet, og Hans tog den ene håndfuld efter den anden op af lommen. Nu var alle sorger slukt og de levede længe i fryd og glæde. Snip snap snude nu er historien ude.

Hans and Grete - adventures from the Brothers GRIMM (ENGLISH)

Near a great forest there lived a poor woodcutter and his wife, and his two children; the boy’s name was Hansel and the girl’s Grethel. They had very little to bite or to sup, and once, when there was great dearth in the land, the man could not even gain the daily bread. As he lay in bed one night thinking of this, and turning and tossing, he sighed heavily, and said to his wife, “What will become of us? we cannot even feed our children; there is nothing left for ourselves.”

“I will tell you what, husband,” answered the wife; “we will take the children early in the morning into the forest, where it is thickest; we will make them a fire, and we will give each of them a piece of bread, then we will go to our work and leave them alone; they will never find the way home again, and we shall be quit of them.”

“No, wife,” said the man, “I cannot do that; I cannot find in my heart to take my children into the forest and to leave them there alone; the wild animals would soon come and devour them.” – “O you fool,” said she, “then we will all four starve; you had better get the coffins ready,” and she left him no peace until he consented. “But I really pity the poor children,” said the man.

The two children had not been able to sleep for hunger, and had heard what their step-mother had said to their father. Grethel wept bitterly, and said to Hansel, “It is all over with us.”

“Do be quiet, Grethel,” said Hansel, “and do not fret; 1 will manage something.” And when the parents had gone to sleep he got up, put on his little coat, opened the back door, and slipped out. The moon was shining brightly, and the white flints that lay in front of the house glistened like pieces of silver. Hansel stooped and filled the little pocket of his coat as full as it would hold. Then he went back again, and said to Grethel, “Be easy, dear little sister, and go to sleep quietly; God will not forsake us,” and laid himself down again in his bed. When the day was breaking, and before the sun had risen, the wife came and awakened the two children, saying, “Get up, you lazy bones; we are going into the forest to cut wood.” Then she gave each of them a piece of bread, and said, “That is for dinner, and you must not eat it before then, for you will get no more.” Grethel carried the bread under her apron, for Hansel had his pockets full of the flints. Then they set off all together on their way to the forest. When they had gone a little way Hansel stood still and looked back towards the house, and this he did again and again, till his father said to him, “Hansel, what are you looking at? take care not to forget your legs.”

“O father,” said Hansel, “lam looking at my little white kitten, who is sitting up on the roof to bid me good-bye.” – “You young fool,” said the woman, “that is not your kitten, but the sunshine on the chimney-pot.” Of course Hansel had not been looking at his kitten, but had been taking every now and then a flint from his pocket and dropping it on the road. When they reached the middle of the forest the father told the children to collect wood to make a fire to keep them, warm; and Hansel and Grethel gathered brushwood enough for a little mountain j and it was set on fire, and when the flame was burning quite high the wife said, “Now lie down by the fire and rest yourselves, you children, and we will go and cut wood; and when we are ready we will come and fetch you.”

So Hansel and Grethel sat by the fire, and at noon they each ate their pieces of bread. They thought their father was in the wood all the time, as they seemed to hear the strokes of the axe: but really it was only a dry branch hanging to a withered tree that the wind moved to and fro. So when they had stayed there a long time their eyelids closed with weariness, and they fell fast asleep.

When at last they woke it was night, and Grethel began to cry, and said, “How shall we ever get out of this wood? “But Hansel comforted her, saying, “Wait a little while longer, until the moon rises, and then we can easily find the way home.” And when the full moon got up Hansel took his little sister by the hand, and followed the way where the flint stones shone like silver, and showed them the road. They walked on the whole night through, and at the break of day they came to their father’s house. They knocked at the door, and when the wife opened it and saw that it was Hansel and Grethel she said, “You naughty children, why did you sleep so long in the wood? we thought you were never coming home again!” But the father was glad, for it had gone to his heart to leave them both in the woods alone.

Not very long after that there was again great scarcity in those parts, and the children heard their mother say at night in bed to their father, “Everything is finished up; we have only half a loaf, and after that the tale comes to an end. The children must be off; we will take them farther into the wood this time, so that they shall not be able to find the way back again; there is no other way to manage.” The man felt sad at heart, and he thought, “It would better to share one’s last morsel with one’s children.” But the wife would listen to nothing that he said, but scolded and reproached him. He who says A must say B too, and when a man has given in once he has to do it a second time.

But the children were not asleep, and had heard all the talk.

When the parents had gone to sleep Hansel got up to go out and get more flint stones, as he did before, but the wife had locked the door, and Hansel could not get out; but he comforted his little sister, and said, “Don’t cry, Grethel, and go to sleep quietly, and God will help us.” Early the next morning the wife came and pulled the children out of bed. She gave them each a little piece of “bread -less than before; and on the way to the wood Hansel crumbled the bread in his pocket, and often stopped to throw a crumb on the ground. “Hansel, what are you stopping behind and staring for?” said the father.

“I am looking at my little pigeon sitting on the roof, to say good-bye to me,” answered Hansel. “You fool,” said the wife, “that is no pigeon, but the morning sun shining on the chimney pots.” Hansel went on as before, and strewed bread crumbs all along the road. The woman led the children far into the wood, where they had never been before in all their lives. And again there was a large fire made, and the mother said, “Sit still there, you children, and when you are tired you can go to sleep; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening, when we are ready to go home we will come and fetch you.”

So when noon came Grethel shared her bread with Hansel, who had strewed his along the road. Then they went to sleep, and the evening passed, and no one came for the poor children. When they awoke it was dark night, and Hansel comforted his little sister, and said, “Wait a little, Grethel, until the moon gets up, then we shall be able to see the way home by the crumbs of bread that I have scattered along it.”

So when the moon rose they got up, but they could find no crumbs of bread, for the birds of the woods and of the fields had come and picked them up. Hansel thought they might find the way all the same, but they could not. They went on all that night, and the next day from the morning until the evening, but they could not find the way out of the wood, and they were very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but the few berries they could pick up. And when they were so tired that they could no longer drag themselves along, they lay down under a tree and fell asleep.

It was now the third morning since they had left their father’s house. They were always trying to get back to it, but instead of that they only found themselves farther in the wood, and if help had not soon come they would have been starved.

About noon they saw a pretty snow-white bird sitting on a bough, and singing so sweetly that they stopped to listen. And when he had finished the bird spread his wings and flew before them, and they followed after him until they came to a little house, and the bird perched on the roof, and when they came nearer they saw that the house was built of bread, and roofed with cakes; and the window was of transparent sugar. “We will have some of this,” said Hansel, “and make a fine meal. I will eat a piece of the roof, Grethel, and you can have some of the window-that will taste sweet.” So Hansel reached up and broke off a bit of the roof, just to see how it tasted, and Grethel stood by the window and gnawed at it. Then they heard a thin voice call out from inside,

“Nibble, nibble, like a mouse,
Who is nibbling at my house?”

And the children answered,

“Never mind, It is the wind.”

And they went on eating, never disturbing themselves. Hansel, who found that the roof tasted very nice, took down a great piece of it, and Grethel pulled out a large round window-pane, and sat her down and began upon it.

Then the door opened, and an aged woman came out, leaning upon a crutch. Hansel and Grethel felt very frightened, and let fall what they had in their hands. The old woman, however, nodded her head, and said, “Ah, my dear children, how come you here? you must come indoors and stay with me, you will be no trouble.” So she took them each by the hand, and led them into her little house. And there they found a good meal laid out, of milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples, and nuts. After that she showed them two little white beds, and Hansel and Grethel laid themselves down on them, and thought they were in heaven.

The old woman, although her behaviour was so kind, was a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had built the little house on purpose to entice them. When they were once inside she used to kill them, cook them, and eat them, and then it was a feast day with her. The witch’s eyes were red, and she could not see very far, but she had a keen scent, like the beasts, and knew very well when human creatures were near. When she knew that Hansel and Grethel were coming, she gave a spiteful laugh, and said triumphantly, “I have them, and they shall not escape me!”

Early in the morning, before the children were awake, she got up to look at them, and as they lay sleeping so peacefully with round rosy cheeks, she said to herself, “What a fine feast I shall have!” Then she grasped Hansel with her withered hand, and led him into a little stable, and shut him up behind a grating; and call and scream as he might, it was no good. Then she went back to Grethel and shook her, crying, “Get up, lazy bones; fetch water, and cook something nice for your brother; he is outside in the stable, and must be fattened up. And when he is fat enough I will eat him.” Grethel began to weep bitterly, but it was of no use, she had to do what the wicked witch bade her. And so the best kind of victuals was cooked for poor Hansel, while Grethel got nothing but crab-shells.

Each morning the old woman visited the little stable, and cried, “Hansel, stretch out your finger, that I may tell if you will soon be fat enough.” Hansel, however, used to hold out a little bone, and the old woman, who had weak eyes, could not see what it was, and supposing it to be Hansel’s finger, wondered very much that it was not getting fatter.

When four weeks had passed and Hansel seemed to remain so thin, she lost patience and could wait no longer. “Now then, Grethel,” cried she to the little girl; “be quick and draw water; be Hansel fat or be he lean, tomorrow I must kill and cook him.” Oh what a grief for the poor little sister to have to fetch water, and how the tears flowed down over her cheeks! “Dear God, pray help us!” cried she; “if we had been devoured by wild beasts in the wood at least we should have died together.”

“Spare me your lamentations,” said the old woman; “they are of no avail.” Early next morning Grethel had to get up, make the fire, and fill the kettle. “First we will do the baking,” said the old woman; “I nave heated the oven already, and kneaded the dough.” She pushed poor Grethel towards the oven, out of which the flames were already shining.

“Creep in,” said the witch, “and see if it is properly hot, so that the bread may be baked.” And Grethel once in, she meant to shut the door upon her and let her be baked, and then she would have eaten her. But Grethel perceived her intention, and said, “I don’t know how to do it: how shall I get in?”

“Stupid goose,” said the old woman, “the opening is big enough, do you see? I could get in myself!” and she stooped down and put her head in the oven’s mouth. Then Grethel gave her a push, so that she went in farther, and she shut the iron door upon her, and put up the bar. Oh how frightfully she howled! but Grethel ran away, and left the wicked witch to burn miserably.

Grethel went straight to Hansel, opened the stable-door, and cried, “Hansel, we are free! the old witch is dead!” Then out flew Hansel like a bird from its cage as soon as the door is opened. How rejoiced they both were! how they fell each on the other’s neck! and danced about, and kissed each other! And as they had nothing more to fear they went over all the old witch’s house, and in every corner there stood chests of pearls and precious stones. “This is something better than flint stones,” said Hansel, as he filled his pockets, and Grethel, thinking she also would like to carry something home with her, filled her apron full. i! Now, away we go,” said Hansel, “if we only can get out of the witch’s wood.” When they had journeyed a few hours they came to a great piece of water. “We can never get across this,” said Hansel, “I see no stepping-stones and no bridge.”

“And there is no boat either,” said Grethel; “but here comes a white duck; if I ask her she will help us over.” So she cried,

“Duck, duck, here we stand,
Hansel and Grethel, on the land,
Stepping-stones and bridge we lack,
Carry us over on your nice white back.”

And the duck came accordingly, and Hansel got upon her and told his sister to come too. “No,” answered Grethel, “that would be too hard upon the duck; we can go separately, one after the other.” And that was how it was managed, and after that they went on happily, until they came to the wood, and the way grew more and more familiar, till at last they saw in the distance their father’s house. Then they ran till they came up to it, rushed in at the door, and fell on their father’s neck. The man had not had a quiet hour since he left his children in the wood; but the wife was dead. And when Grethel opened her apron the pearls and precious stones were scattered all over the room, and Hansel took one handful after another out of his pocket. Then was all care at an end, and they lived in great joy together. My tale is done, there runs a mouse, whosoever catches it, may make himself a big fur cap out of it.

Hansel and Gretel