Mother Holle

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Mother Holle

     There was once a widow who had two daughters - one of whom was pretty and
industrious, whilst the other was ugly and idle. But she was much fonder of
the ugly and idle one, because she was her own daughter; and the other, who
was a step-daughter, was obliged to do all the work, and be the Cinderella
of the house. Every day the poor girl had to sit by a well, in the highway,
and spin and spin till her fingers bled.

     Now it happened that one day the shuttle was marked with her blood, so
she dipped it in the well, to wash the mark off; but it dropped out of her
hand and fell to the bottom. She began to weep, and ran to her step-mother
and told her of the mishap. 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

     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

     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 to shake
it thoroughly till the feathers fly - for then there is snow on the earth. I
am Mother Holle."[1]

[1: Thus in Hesse, when it snows, they say, "Mother Holle is making
her bed."]

     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
homesickness; 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 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 with it.

     "You shall have that because you are 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 wellside, and
cried -

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 too to the great
door; but while she was standing beneath it, instead of the gold a big kettle
of pitch was emptied over her. "That is the reward of 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 -

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