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The Tinder Box

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Then he went into the third room. Horrors! the dog there had two eyes, each as large as the Round Tower at Copenhagen, spinning round in his head like wheels. 'Good evening!' said the Soldier and saluted, for he had never seen a dog like this before. But when he had examined him more closely, he thought to himself: 'Now then, I've had enough of this!' and put him down on the floor, and opened the chest. Heavens! what a heap of gold there was! With all that he could buy up the whole town, and all the sugar pigs, all the tin soldiers, whips and rocking-horses in the whole world. Now he threw away all the silver with which he had filled his pockets and knapsack, and filled them with gold instead--yes, all his pockets, his knapsack, cap and boots even, so that he could hardly walk. Now he was rich indeed. He put the dog back upon the chest, shut the door, and then called up through the tree:



'Now pull me up again, old Witch!' 'Have you got the tinder-box also?' asked the Witch. 'Botheration!' said the Soldier, 'I had clean forgotten it!' And then he went back and fetched it. The Witch pulled him up, and there he stood again on the high road, with pockets, knapsack, cap and boots filled with gold. 'What do you want to do with the tinder-box?' asked the Soldier. 'That doesn't matter to you,' replied the Witch. 'You have got your money, give me my tinder-box.' 'We'll see!' said the Soldier. 'Tell me at once what you want to do with it, or I will draw my sword, and cut off your head!' 'No!' screamed the Witch. The Soldier immediately cut off her head. That was the end of her! But he tied up all his gold in her apron, slung it like a bundle over his shoulder, put the tinder-box in his pocket, and set out towards the town.

       



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