Western Reserve chronicle and weekly transcript of the times. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1854-1855, 1855-02-07
WARREN

there was the castle lake ; and when she
came to that it was surprise to see how
full of fish it was, and how they leaped
and swan together at the surface. There
was ishing-rod close by her, with a
hook at the end of the line, and worm
already fixed upon it. She dipped it
into the lake, and a fish bit instantly.
She threw the line down and was carry
ing home the fish for dinner, when it be-
gan suddenly to smell so detestably that
she was forced to throw it away
'.Ha ha," chuckled the little cellarer,
who was lounging upon moss rose close
by, and drinking the maddest draughts
out of small cup borrowed from heath
blossom. {" We know how to tame you.
Now fish,"
Swanhilda picked up the fshing-rod,
and struck at the impertinent elf with all
hermight. "Infamousimp!" she cried.
She knocked the rose to pieces, but the
fairy had leaped off and fixed himself
upon her nose. "You have a remarka-
BILE soft nose, you vixen" he observed.
CHOW fish Do, my dear Swanhilda,
take the rod, and while you are fishing L
will play you the most cheering music"
Swanhilda dashed at him with her fin
gers, but he bit them. 1t was of no use
to be obstinate /; she was obliged to fish,
and while she fshed he sat astride upon
her nose, and, beating time upon it with
his heels, playing half dozen instru-
ments, and sang song at the same time.
In his song he bade her to put the fish
she caught into basket that lay at her
feet wreathed about with flowers. 1t
was soon full, and then she was forced
to carry it to market.
But if she was to go down to town and
sell fish before all the world, she deter
mined that she would at least disguise
herself. So she went first into the castle
to look for some common clothes. But
the cupboards and presses were all emp
ty. No garments were left her but the
one she wore, the grand velvet riding
habit in which she had been used to go
a hunting. She was obliged, therefore,
to set out in that, and was promised a
hot sop for supper upon her return. The
FAIRIES made her labor light for her. She
sold her fish; and, when she came home
found little water running from the
spring, fire alight in the courtyard,
and piece ofbread besideit. Shemade
some water hot, crumbled the bread into
it, ate her hot sop and fell asleep.
Next morning she awoke very thirsty,
but there was no water. The little eel
lerer was at her elbow to remind her
that she mustgo fishing and marketing
before she breakfasted. She fell at once
into great rage. ''I wish, she thought
to herself, ''I wish you were-where the
pepper grows" At once she felt the
elf upon her nose, where he began to
punish her with thick bristle, beating
her cheeks and tickling her nostrils so
that she half killed herself with sneez-
ing.
"Wait a bit, madam" he cried. "I'll
teach you politeness, Where the pep
per grow, indeed! I'll pepper you"
Swanhilda fshed and went to market,
where two of her rejected suiiors saw
her, and came up at once, to bye some
of her fish and to mock her So the
year and the next year passed the sui
tors came one after another, jeering at
Swanhilda. She took every day to mar
ket a basket full ofthe finest fish, and in
exchange carried home every day, so
much money, that she was after all lit
tie comforted. But she was compelled
to put the money by, and live on the
spare diet that the cellerer provided
And while she was thus humbled, Swan
hilda saw that among all the old suitors
who Knocked at her in her day of dis
grace there came one who approached
her always as of old, with blushing rev.
erence, and honored her as much as ever,
though she was reduced to the condition
of fsh-wife. Her heart then sOftened,
and she understood the worth Of love.
Therefore, at the end of three years, she
consented to marry this young knight.
The produce of her marketing, in which
the fairies had always helped to success,
amounted by that time to vast sum, so
that she had no difficulty in obeying the
the rest of the directions of the little eel
erer, who had beenmade her major-domo
by the fairy queen. To every one of
her old suitors, rude as they had lately
been, in recognition of her own former
rudeness, she sent fair words and costly
gifts. Blushing with maidenly humility
and modesty, she was led to the alter by
the suitor who had lived her with true
devotion, and to friendly fairies who at
tended at her wedding she made herlast
promise, which she kept faithfully. 1t
was never to ride any more Barbary
horses, but to amble on a palfrey as
gentle lady should.
The genius who files newspapers, late
ly broke his instrument operating on
"hard shell " organ.