Tales From the Lands Of Snow & Ice


Folk & Fairy Tales, Legends, Myths & Sagas from Scandinavia

In this volume we have some of my favourite stories as told by Andersen, Asbjørnsen et al. The stories are drawn from Lang’s Coloured Fairy Books, Andersen’s Fairy Tales, from The Birch and the Star, and from Asbjørnsen collaboration on Tales from the Fjeld.

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Table of Contents

Osborn’s Pipe
Bikku Matti
The Haunted Mill.
The Honest Penny.
Esben And The Wtich
The Death Of Chanticleer
Hans, The Mermaid’s Son
The Greedy Cat.
The Raspberry Worm
The White Dove
Father Bruin In The Corner.
Reynard And Chanticleer.
The Story Of Sigurd
Goodman Axehaft
The Companion
Kari Woodengown
The Shop Boy And His Cheese
The Troll’s Daughter
Death And The Doctor
The Way Of The World
The Bell
The Pancake
Pork And Honey
The Hare And The Heiress
Slip Root, Catch Reynard"S Foot
Bruin Goodfellow
The Dream Of Little Tuk
Reynard Wants To Taste Horse-Flesh
Master Tobacco
The Charcoal-Burner
The Snow Queen
A Box With Something Pretty In It
The Three Lemons
The Priest And The Clerk
Friends In Life And Death
The Father Of The Family
Three Years Without Wages
Our Parish Clerk
Historical Notes
About The Editor

SAMPLE chapter


Adapted from Tales from the Fjeld by Peter Christen Asbjørnsen

ONCE ON A TIME THERE WAS a Cock who stood on a dung-heap, and crew, and flapped his wings. Then the Fox came by.

"Good day," said Reynard, "I heard you crowing so nicely; but can you stand on one leg and crow, and wink your eyes?"

"Oh, yes," said Chanticleer. "I can do that very well." So he stood on one leg and crew; but he winked only with one eye, and when he had done that he made himself big and flapped his wings, as though he had done a great thing.

"Very pretty, to be sure," said Reynard. "Almost as pretty as when the parson preaches in church; but can you stand on one leg and wink both your eyes at once? I hardly think you can."

"Can’t I though!" said Chanticleer, and stood on one leg, and winked both his eyes, and crew. But Reynard caught hold of him, took him by the throat, and threw him over his back, so that he was off to the wood before he had crowed his crow out, as fast as Reynard could lay legs to the ground.

When they had come under an old spruce fir, Reynard threw Chanticleer on the ground, set his paw on his breast, and was going to take a bite!

"You are a heathen, Reynard!" said Chanticleer. "Good Christians say grace, and ask a blessing before they eat."

But Reynard would be no heathen. God forbid it! So he let go his hold, and was about to fold his paws over his breast and say grace - but pop! up flew Chanticleer into a tree.

"You shan’t get off for all that," said Reynard to himself. So he went away, and came again with a few chips, which the woodcutters had left. Chanticleer peeped and peered to see what they could be.

"Whatever have you got there?" he asked.

"These are letters I have just got," said Reynard, "won’t you help me to read them, for I don’t know how to read writing."

"I’d be so happy, but I dare not read them now; said Chanticleer; "for here comes a hunter, I see him, I see him, as I sit by the tree trunk."

When Reynard heard Chanticleer chattering about a hunter, he took to his heels as quick as he could.

This time it was Reynard who was made game of.