Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen; Harry Clarke; Jack Zipes; Marte H. Hult

Author:Hans Christian Andersen; Harry Clarke; Jack Zipes; Marte H. Hult
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Criticism, Literature: Classics, Folk Tales, Danish, Fairy tales, General, Fiction, Fairy Tales, Legends & Mythology, Children's stories, Literature - Classics, Classics, Sale Books
ISBN: 9781593082604
Publisher: Barnes & Noble Classics
Published: 2007-02-01T08:00:00+00:00

1. Forested area in central Jutland (the peninsular continental portion of Denmark); between 1850 and 1880 nearly 200 barges were in service on the Guden River between Randers and Silkeborg.

THE ICE MAIDEN

1. LITTLE RUDY

LET’S VISIT SWITZERLAND. LET’S look around in that magnificent mountainous country where the forests grow upon steep rocky walls. Let’s climb upon the dazzling fields of snow, and go down again to the green meadows, where rivers and rivulets roar along as if they’re afraid that they won’t reach the sea soon enough and will disappear. The sun burns hot in the deep valley, and it also burns on the heavy masses of snow so that through the years they melt together to form bright blocks of ice that become rolling avalanches and towering glaciers.

Two such glaciers lie in the wide ravines under Schreckhorn and Wetterhorn,1 close to the little mountain town of Grindelwald. They’re extraordinary to see, and therefore many foreigners come here in the summer from all over the world. They come over the high, snow-covered mountains, or they come from down in the deep valleys, after a several hour climb. As they climb, the valley seems to sink deeper. They look down on it as if they were up in a hot-air balloon. At the top the clouds often hang like thick heavy curtains of smoke around the peaks, while down in the valley, where the many brown wooden houses are spread out, a ray of sun captures a patch of shiny green and makes it look transparent. The water roars, rumbles, and rushes down there. The water trickles and tinkles above. It looks like fluttering ribbons of silver falling down the cliffs.

On both sides of the road there are log chalets and each house has a little potato patch. This is a necessity because there are many mouths inside the doors. There are many children who have big appetites. They swarm out from all the houses and press around the tourists, both those on foot and in coaches. All the children are little merchants. The little ones offer and sell lovely little carved wooden houses, like the ones you see built there in the mountains. Rain or shine the swarms of children come out with their wares.

Twenty some years ago there was sometimes a little boy there, standing a little apart from the other children, who also wanted to sell his wares. He had such a serious face and stood with both hands tightly clasping his wooden box, as if he didn’t want to drop it. It was just this seriousness, and the fact that he was so little, that caused him to be noticed and called upon. Often he sold the most, but he himself didn’t know why. His grandfather, who carved the lovely, delicate houses, lived higher up the mountain. In the living room up there stood an old cabinet, full of all kinds of carvings. There were nut crackers, knives, forks, and boxes with carved leaves and jumping antelopes. There

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