But she scolded her sharply,
and was so merciless as to say, “Since you have let the shuttle fall
in, you must fetch it out again.”

So the girl went back to the well, and did not know what to do; and in
the sorrow of her heart she jumped into the well to get the shuttle. She lost her senses; and when she awoke and came to herself again, she
was in a lovely meadow where the sun was shining and many thousands of
flowers were growing. Along this meadow she went, and at last came to a
baker’s oven full of bread, and the bread cried out, “Oh, take me out! take me out! or I shall burn; I have been baked a long time!” So she
went up to it, and took out all the loaves one after another with the
bread-shovel. After that she went on till she came to a tree covered
with apples, which called out to her, “Oh, shake me! shake me! we
apples are all ripe!” So she shook the tree till the apples fell like
rain, and went on shaking till they were all down, and when she had
gathered them into a heap, she went on her way. At last she came to a little house, out of which an old woman peeped;
but she had such large teeth that the girl was frightened, and was
about to run away. But the old woman called out to her, “What are you afraid of, dear
child? Stay with me; if you will do all the work in the house properly,
you shall be the better for it. Only you must take care to make my bed
well, and shake it thoroughly till the feathers fly—for then there is
snow on the earth. I am Mother Holle. As the old woman spoke so kindly to her, the girl took courage and
agreed to enter her service. She attended to everything to the
satisfaction of her mistress, and always shook her bed so vigorously
that the feathers flew about like snow-flakes. So she had a pleasant
life with her; never an angry word; and boiled or roast meat every day. She stayed some time with Mother Holle, and then she became sad. At
first she did not know what was the matter with her, but found at
length that it was home-sickness: although she was many thousand times
better off here than at home, still she had a longing to be there. At
last she said to the old woman, “I have a longing for home; and however
well off I am down here, I cannot stay any longer; I must go up again
to my own people.” Mother Holle said, “I am pleased that you long for
your home again, and as you have served me so truly, I myself will take
you up again.” Thereupon she took her by the hand, and led her to a
large door. The door was opened, and just as the maiden was standing
beneath the doorway, a heavy shower of golden rain fell, and all the
gold remained sticking to her, so that she was completely covered over
with it. “You shall have that because you have been so industrious,” said Mother
Holle, and at the same time she gave her back the shuttle which she had
let fall into the well. Thereupon the door closed, and the maiden found
herself up above upon the earth, not far from her mother’s house. And as she went into the yard the cock was standing by the well-side,
and cried—

“Cock-a-doodle-doo! Your golden girl’s come back to you!”


So she went in to her mother, and as she arrived thus covered with
gold, she was well received, both by her and her sister. The girl told all that had happened to her; and as soon as the mother
heard how she had come by so much wealth, she was very anxious to
obtain the same good luck for the ugly and lazy daughter. She had to
seat herself by the well and spin; and in order that her shuttle might
be stained with blood, she stuck her hand into a thorn bush and pricked
her finger. Then she threw her shuttle into the well, and jumped in
after it. She came, like the other, to the beautiful meadow and walked along the
very same path. When she got to the oven the bread again cried, “Oh,
take me out! take me out! or I shall burn; I have been baked a long
time!” But the lazy thing answered, “As if I had any wish to make
myself dirty?” and on she went. Soon she came to the apple-tree, which
cried, “Oh, shake me! shake me! we apples are all ripe!” But she
answered, “I like that! one of you might fall on my head,” and so went
on. When she came to Mother Holle’s house she was not afraid, for she had
already heard of her big teeth, and she hired herself to her
immediately. The first day she forced herself to work diligently, and obeyed Mother
Holle when she told her to do anything, for she was thinking of all the
gold that she would give her. But on the second day she began to be
lazy, and on the third day still more so, and then she would not get up
in the morning at all. Neither did she make Mother Holle’s bed as she
ought, and did not shake it so as to make the feathers fly up. Mother
Holle was soon tired of this, and gave her notice to leave. The lazy
girl was willing enough to go, and thought that now the golden rain
would come. Mother Holle led her also to the great door; but while she
was standing beneath it, instead of the gold a big kettleful of pitch
was emptied over her. “That is the reward for your service,” said
Mother Holle, and shut the door. So the lazy girl went home; but she was quite covered with pitch, and
the cock by the well-side, as soon as he saw her, cried out—

“Cock-a-doodle-doo! Your pitchy girl’s come back to you!”


But the pitch stuck fast to her, and could not be got off as long as
she lived. 25 The Seven Ravens

There was once a man who had seven sons, and still he had no daughter,
however much he wished for one. At length his wife again gave him hope
of a child, and when it came into the world it was a girl. The joy was
great, but the child was sickly and small, and had to be privately
baptized on account of its weakness. The father sent one of the boys in
haste to the spring to fetch water for the baptism. The other six went
with him, and as each of them wanted to be first to fill it, the jug
fell into the well. There they stood and did not know what to do, and
none of them dared to go home. As they still did not return, the father
grew impatient, and said, “They have certainly forgotten it for some
game, the wicked boys!” He became afraid that the girl would have to
die without being baptized, and in his anger cried, “I wish the boys
were all turned into ravens.” Hardly was the word spoken before he
heard a whirring of wings over his head in the air, looked up and saw
seven coal-black ravens flying away. The parents could not recall the
curse, and however sad they were at the loss of their seven sons, they
still to some extent comforted themselves with their dear little
daughter, who soon grew strong and every day became more beautiful.