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Lynen Release Date: November 22, 2014 [EBook #47428] Last Updated: December 17, 2016 Language: English Character set encoding: UTF-8 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JOHNNY NUT AND THE GOLDEN GOOSE *** Produced by David Widger from page images generously provided by the Internet Archive JOHNNY NUT AND THE GOLDEN GOOSE Done Into English By Andrew Lang From The French Of Charles Deulin Illustrated By A. M. Lynen London Longmans, Green, And Co. 1887 0010m Original 0013m Original 0014m Original 0016m Original CONTENTS PREFACE GOLDEN GOOSE CHAPTER I. CHAPTER II. CHAPTER III. CHAPTER IV. CHAPTER V. CHAPTER VI. CHAPTER VII. CHAPTER VIII. CHAPTER IX. CHAPTER X. CHAPTER XI. CHAPTER XII. PREFACE This Tale is rendered, a little freely, from Trente-six Rencontres de Jean du Gogué, in Contes d’un Buveur de Bière, par Charles Deulin. (Sixième Edition. Paris: Dentu. 1873.) The late M. Deulin told with much humour, and probably with but little alteration from oral tradition, the popular tales of his native province. The narrative here translated has points in common with a Tongan legend, with several ancient French fabliaux, with a Zulu story in Bishop Callaway’s collection, 9018 Original 9020 Original 9024 Original and with Grimm’s Golden Goose. TO MISTRESS DOROTHEA THORPE IKE the Sultan in the Arabian Nights—and, sure, you are no less despotic—you have sometimes commanded me to ‘tell you a story.‘It has been my privilege to obey; but, alas! when my toil was ended, with a stretch of absolute authority you have bidden me ‘tell you another.‘Truly, Madam, the Ocean of the Streams of Story, whereof the Hindoos speak, will speedily be drained dry by your Slave, who now presents you with this little Tale, which he has conveyed from French Flanders. If it amuses your leisure as much to read, as it has diverted mine to translate it, I shall have that enjoyment which attends successful enterprise, and I remain, Madam, Yours very humbly to command A. Z. GOLDEN GOOSE CHAPTER I. LONG TIME AGO there lived in French Flanders, at a village called Saint Saulve, Valenciennes way, a little cow-boy named Johnny Nut He had no father and no mother, and they called him Johnny Nut because he was found one fine morning under a walnut-tree. Silly Billy was another name he had, for he was just as great an innocent as a calf before it is weaned. Now, never in his living days had Johnny Nut dined on anything better than potatoes, and the one thing he wanted in the world was to taste roast goose. 0022m Original Now, about a dozen miles off, Condé way, there is a village where the geese are so grand that all the world talks of nothing but the Hergnies geese. ‘When I grow up,’ said Johnny, ‘I’ll go to Hergnies and eat goose.’ So, at long and at last, one autumn evening he left the cows in the lurch, and off he went, without beat of drum. Now, whether he came back as poor as he started, and what a great love of roast goose brought Silly Billy to, that’s what we are going to tell you! 9028 Original So Johnny Nut followed his nose, and asked his way, and at nightfall he reached the village of Escau- bridge. ‘You can’t show me the way to Hergnies, mother?’ cried Johnny to the farmer’s wife, who was just sitting down to supper. ‘That I can, my son, but you are out late. ‘Are you in such a hurry?’ ‘Oh, mother, who is in a hurry if not me? These ten years I’ve been dying to taste roast goose, so don’t you see there’s no time to waste.’ The farmer’s wife stared at him with all her eyes. ‘What do they call you?’ says she. ‘Silly Billy,’ says he. ‘Oh, don’t I see. ‘Yes, I see,’ said the woman, laughing to his very face. ‘Listen, my lad! You are big, and strong, and you seem honest. Now Jim, our man, is off on the King’s wars. Will you take his place?’ ‘Will you let me taste roast goose?’ 0026m Original ‘On Sunday, as sure as sure, you shall have your fill of goose; I have to send some one to Hergnies, to my cousin’s, to-morrow. You shall start, at peep of day, and bring me a good fat goose. We’ll dine off him when we come back from the fair at the next town. Does that suit you, my son?’ ‘Mother, it’s just the thing for me.’ ‘Then come to supper.’ And to supper went Johnny Nut, with such an appetite that he scarcely had time to say grace. CHAPTER II. EXT day was a Saturday, and the farmer’s wife went to waken Johnny in the stable-loft. ‘Come, come, up with you!’ says she, shaking him. ‘Don’t you hear the cock crowing?’ So she gave him a big bowl of coffee, and such a chunk of bread; and showed him the way, and sent him off, saying, ‘Mind you ask for my cousin’s mill, and bring me the goose, and seven bushels of flour, and a pint of seed corn.’ 0030m Original ‘Seven bushels, and one pint,’ ‘Seven bushels, and one pint’—for, not being very clever, he was afraid he might forget. As he went on saying this, he met a farmer, who was counting up how much his field should bring him in. ‘Seven bushels, indeed!’ said the farmer. ‘Let a hundred come!’ Now this puzzled Johnny Silly Billy, for he had never room in his head for more than one idea at a time; so he went on his way, repeating, ‘Let a hundred come! let a hundred come!’ 9036 Original 9038 Original 0032m Original Well, as Johnny crossed a wood, there sat a shepherd, as red as scarlet, and as proud as a peacock that has laid an egg; and all because his dog had just killed a wolf that was after the lambs. ‘Let a hundred of them come! let a hundred of them come!’ sang out Johnny Nut. ‘What do you mean, you fool?’ says the shepherd, ‘with your Let a hundred them come! A hundred, indeed! Rather say, There’s another caught and done for!’ 0034m Original ‘There’s another caught and done for!’said Johnny Nut, as he went on his way. CHAPTER III. OW, as Johnny strutted along, he heard jolly music and wedding bells, and saw a multitude of people. 0036m Original It was a wedding party, outside a tavern; and the fiddlers were fiddling, and everybody dancing. Johnny Nut went through the middle of them all, shouting:— ‘There’s another caught and done for!’ ‘Caught and done for! Meaning me!’ says the gay bridegroom; and he tucked up his shirtsleeves to give Johnny one in the eye. But the bridesmaid, who did not want a quarrel, gave Johnny a push, and said to him— ‘Idiot, say rather, “Let everybody follow a good example.”’ It was all one to Johnny, and off he went, shouting— ‘Let every one follow this good example!’ So he left the village, and he went, and went and better went, till he came to a house on fire. The policeman had caught a poor tramp, whom he charged with burning the house. ‘Let everyone follow this good example!’ shouted Johnny, never thinking of anything but roast goose. ‘What’s that you say, you vagabond! You incite the populace to arson and fire-raising!’ cries the policeman, who was by way of being à great lawyer. 0040m Original Johnny trembled like an aspen-leaf. 9040 Original 9044 Original 8044 Original 9046 Original 6046 Original 7046 Original 9048 Original ‘Say, “Heaven help you to put the fire out,”’ whispered one of the firemen; and Johnny said so, and off he went, the old way, crying— ‘Heaven help you to put the fire out!’ Now he passed a blacksmith’s forge, and that blacksmith was as cross as two sticks, for he had been blowing the bellows for three hours, and could not make the fire burn. Well, just when a little tiny blue flame burst forth, as little as a pussycat’s tongue, what did the blacksmith hear but— ‘Heaven put the fire out!’ 0042m Original Round he turned, pitched his hammer at Johnny, and knocked him down flat on the king’s high way. CHAPTER IV. OHNNY was not dead; Fortune had other adventures in store for Johnny. A farmer came out with his men, and carried him into the house, where he soon came to his senses. It was not very much in that way he had to come to; but if Johnny had not many brains, he had an extraordinarily thick skull. The blow with the hammer would have killed another man, but it only made a bump on the head of our Johnny. The farmer asked him where he came from and what he wanted. ‘I’m going to Hergnies, to eat roast goose,’ said Johnny. ‘Why, you are twelve miles from Hergnies,’ said the farmer; and he gave Johnny a sheaf of corn, and sent him on his road. [Illustration: 8046] Well, Johnny lost himself again, and sat down against a wall and lunched off part of his hunch of bread. Then, as he was tired, he fell asleep, and a chicken came and ate all the grains of corn out of his sheaf. Then Johnny woke, and when he found he had nothing left of his sheaf but straw he fell a-crying. Now, the farmer there was a good-natured man, and, to console Johnny, he made him a present of the fowl, and off he went. About four in the afternoon Johnny was hungry again, and sat down to finish his hunch of bread with his chicken beside him. Up came a clumsy great cow, and trod on the chicken and crushed it flat. Johnny set off sobbing again. ‘Never no luck,’ says he. ‘They gave me a sheaf, and a chicken ate it. They gave me a chicken, and a cow crushed it Boo-hoo!’ ‘Don’t boo-hoo,’ says the Lord of the Manor, who came by with his gun on his shoulder and his game-bag on his back. ‘Don’t boo-hoo! take the cow.’ ‘Thank you kindly, your noble worship,’ says Johnny, as merry as may be, and he and the cow 9050 Original 8050 Original 9054 Original jogged along till it grew dark. At last Johnny came to another farm, and there the farmer took in him and his cow. Now, this farmer had a big pretty maid, as strong as a man, and he bade her milk Johnny’s cow. But, as she milked, the cow switched its tail in her eyes and made her see quite an illumination. The maid was an angry maid. She picked up a pitchfork and threw it at the cow, and the poor beast fell down dead! Then Johnny began to cry again, and I don’t wonder at it. ‘Never no luck,’ says he. ‘They gave me a sheaf, and a chicken ate it; they gave me a chicken, and a cow crushed it; they gave me a cow, and the maid killed it. Boo-hoo!’ ‘Oh bother! take the maid and don’t blubber,’ said the farmer. He didn’t like to keep a girl in the house who threw pitchforks about when she lost her temper. Johnny did not wait to be asked twice. He took the maid, tied her hands and feet, put her in a sack, heaved her on to his back, and away went Johnny. ‘When I do get to Hergnies,’ said he to himself, ‘I’ll marry the maid, and we’ll have roast goose at the wedding supper,’ for his intentions were strictly honourable. But the further he went the more Johnny didn’t find the way; and at last, as the maid was pretty heavy, he set her down by a tavern door and went in and asked for a pot of beer. 0052m Original CHAPTER V. 0054m Original OW, in the tavern were Tuné, the tailor, with a coat he had made for a customer, and Nanasse, and Polydore, and Rumble his dog, four of the wildest wags in that country-side. Tuné went out of the tavern to see what kind of night it was, and there was the sack and something in it that moved. So he opened the sack, and what should he find but a pretty tall maid, trussed like a fowl. 0056m Original Well, he let her out and she told him all about it, and, as she was not dying to marry our Johnny, off she ran to her own village as hard as she could go. ‘What am I to fill the sack with?’ thought Tuné. ‘By George, I’ll put in Polydore’s yellow dog, Rumble.’ So he whistled to Rumble and put him in the sack. By this time Johnny had finished his ale, and he came out, hoisted the sack on his shoulder, and 9062 Original marched away without asking questions. Tune followed at a little distance, and, as Rumble knew a friend was there, why, he entered into the fun and said never a bark. At last Johnny reached Hergnies, and where should he go to but to the parson’s, of course, to get married! Then it occurred to him that he had never asked the maid if she would have him! He put down the sack and opened it. ‘I say, maid,’ quoth he, ‘shall us get married, us two?’ ‘G-r-r-r-r-r-r!’ says the maid. Johnny, in a fright, let go his hold of the cord, the sack fell open, out jumped Rumble, and flew at his throat. Johnny sprang into a willow-tree and climbed up it, but, lo and behold! the tree was rotten, and down came tree and Johnny and all on the back of Rumble! Now, Rumble was expecting nothing of that sort, and, with one wild yowl, he flew away like the wind, and never stopped till the town gates of Condé were closed behind him! 0060m Original CHAPTER VI. 0062m Original HEN once the voice of Rumble was lost in the distance, Johnny climbed out of the tree and found that none of his bones were broken. All of a sudden in the hollow of the tree trunk he saw something shining like a will o’ the wisp. He put in his hands and pulled out A Goose with Golden Feathers! ‘Here’s luck at last,’ says Johnny, ‘I’ve lost a maid and found a golden goose! I’ll have it roasted this very night,’ and off he went to the best inn in the village. Now the inn was full of people going to the fair on St. Calixtus’s day, which was a great festival. However, Johnny, being but a village idiot, had never heard anything about all that. Up he comes and goes to the landlord, who didn’t know where to turn, he had so many customers, all going to the fair. ‘Cook my goose!’ says Johnny, as bold as brass. ‘Oh, you go to—Jerusalem,’ says the landlord, ‘we don’t cook gold geese here, not to-day, we don’t.’ 0066m Original ‘Well, if you won’t be obliging and cook my goose,’ says Johnny Nut, ‘why, I’ll give it to Saint Calixtus. A pretty poor saint he’ll be if he does not give me a goose fit to put on the spit in exchange for my goose of gold!’ So he got supper somehow, and went with his goose to sleep in the stable. 9070 Original 0068m Original CHAPTER VII. HE landlord of the inn had three fair daughters, all as curious as their mother Eve. All night long they turned and tossed in their beds, thinking about the golden goose and longing to see it. As soon as the first cock crew, up gets the oldest daughter. ‘It is so hot I really can’t sleep,’ said she, and went on tip-toe to the stable, as quiet as pussy, for fear of waking Johnny. In the moonlight the golden goose was shining like a star. ‘I’ll take one of the pretty feathers,’ said the girl, and put out her hand to touch it But she could not pluck the feather and she could not pull her hand away! When the second cock crew, up got the second daughter. ‘It is far too hot to sleep,’ said she, and she ran downstairs to her sister. But as soon as she had touched her she could not move a step from the place! 0072m Original Then the third cock crew, and up got the youngest daughter, and ran to the stable after her sisters. ‘Take care! don’t come here!’ they cried, but she did not understand, and she thought— ‘Why, if they are there, I can go too!’ But as soon as she touched her sisters, there she was, as fast as could be to the golden goose! A quarter of an hour later Johnny wakened, and stretched himself, and shook some of the straw out of his hair, and then took his goose under his arm, and off he went, never noticing the girls, whom he had not left behind him. 0074m Original They tried to stop him, but Johnny thought they wanted to rob him of his goose, and he ran, and they ran, and they all ran as fast as their legs would carry them. When they were out of the village, the girls were also out of breath, and they entreated Johnny to stop. So he said he would stop if they would show him the right road, and the sun was up by the time they reached the next village. 0076m Original 9078 Original CHAPTER VIII. UST at that very moment, who should come by who should come by but the Vicar of Condé, with his two Curates, the Churchwardens, the Beadle himself, the man that played the fiddle, the man that played the cornet, and all the wicked little choirboys. They were all marching off to sing the Mass on St. Calixtus’s day. The Vicar at that time was a stout clergyman, as big as a barrel, but he was a very holy man, and very severe about good and modest behaviour. Naturally, when he saw the landlord’s daughters all strutting away behind our Johnny, he was Shocked! ‘Are you not ashamed of yourselves,’ he cried out, ‘great lasses like you, to run about the country after a lad?’ So he plucked the youngest girl by the sleeve to stop her, but, behold! no sooner had he touched her than he could not leave hold, and he had to march after the golden goose! 0080m Original ‘Oh, sir, oh, sir!’ cried the Beadle (who was a long, thin-legged man, like a heron), and he ran up, caught hold of the Vicar by his gown, and there he stuck. The Vicar cried for help to the rest of his company, so first the Curates, then the Organist, then the man with the violin, then the cornet-player, and, lastly, all the wicked little choir-boys, rushed to hold the Vicar back, but they were all caught, and had all to run after Johnny, while Johnny just followed his goose! 0082m Original CHAPTER IX. 0084m Original Pilgrims came to do him honour from all the country round, and, as Saint Calixtus was famous for curing lame people, they made a very singular procession. 0086m Original The maimed and the halt and the blind were there, humpbacks by the dozen, cripples by the score, men with wooden legs, men with iron hooks instead of hands, men with wry necks—in short, they were 8088 Original 9088 Original 8092 Original 9092 Original 7092 Original a funny spectacle. They would not have been funny, but very pitiful, if they had really been lame and blind, but the truth is that they were all persons whom the good Saint had cured, and now they were only making believe, for one day in the year, to suffer from their old complaints. But, to tell the truth, they looked so odd that the images of the other Saints in the chapel were set, on that day, with their faces to the wall, for fear they should break out laughing. When the High Mass had been sung, all the worthy cripples threw away their sham humps, and bandages, and wooden legs, and they laughed, and danced, and skipped, and revelled, so that it was a pleasure to see so many people enjoying themselves. CHAPTER X. 0090m Original NOW you must be told that the King of that country had a daughter as lovely as the day, who had never laughed in all her life! She was as sad and sorry as the mournful Bell that rings for a death, and so they called her the Passing Belle; it was a sort of joke. * * The French country people call the Passing Bell La Dolente, and this unhappy Princess they named La Belle Dolente. If any child cannot understand this, she may consult her nice French grammar, and her French and English dictionary, and turn it over in her mind till next Christmas. Now, as she was an only child, the ‘Passing Belle had been spoiled from her very cradle. Cakes, toys, diversions, such as playing at funerals, had been lavished on her, but she never, never smiled. They tried her with Punch and Judy, they tried her with pantomimes, they took her to the play, but there never came a smile on the pale lips of the Passing Belle. She would not have laughed for a King’s ransom; nay, if you had ordered her off to instant execution, and laid her head on the block, you could not have wrung a smile from her! The King, who had a strong sense of humour, was in despair. Finally he had a proclamation printed: — 0094m Original WHOEVER CAN MAKE 9098 Original THE PRINCESS GIGGLE SHALL WIN HER FOR HIS BRIDE. Cambrinus R. But nobody came! Every one thought it was hopeless to get a laugh from the Passing Belle. Then the King, who was a very religious man, determined to take her to the shrine of Saint Calixtus. Of course, if the Saint could make her smile, she would become a nun, and perhaps, in the long run, would have been as solemn and lugubrious as ever. 0096m Original CHAPTER XI. 0098m Original LL the Court came, and all the Court nearly died with laughing at the procession of the halt, and lame, and blind. ‘Go it, ye cripples,’ cried his Majesty, in convulsions of merriment! Some of the people were like X’s, and some like Y’s, and some like Z’s, and plenty of K’s and S’s, all the cross letters were there, all the letters but straight upright I. Meanwhile the courtiers held their sides and screamed, and the tears came into their eyes; but the Princess yawned like a pretty little trout out of water! She did not see what there was to laugh at! Besides, if she had laughed, perhaps they would have made her marry a man with a hump upon his back, or two wooden legs and a glass eye. The fun was over, the King got up, the courtiers all rose, when past came Johnny and the golden goose and all his company. Now when the Princess beheld our Johnny, and the landlord’s three daughters, and the fat Vicar, and the thin Beadle, and the two Curates, and the Organist, the violin-player, the man with the comet, and all the wicked little choir-boys, all stuck fast together, and all treading on each other’s heels, she fell into such convulsions of laughter that she dropped into the Queen’s arms, and chuckled till she was nearly dead. The King, wild with delight, threw his royal arms around the neck of our Johnny, shouting, ‘Take her, you dog; she is yours, my bonny boy!’ and all the courtiers, falling on each other’s breasts, cried Hooray, hooray, 9106 Original She’s laughed to-day! 0100m Original But our Johnny moved on, quite grave, to the altar of Saint Calixtus, and there he laid the golden goose, after which all the people who followed him were able to get free. The charm was broken. 0102m Original Next day was the marriage. They ate a whole flock of roast geese from Hergnies, and they drank two vats of the local beer. In short, merrier times never were, in all the merry country of Flanders, where the beer is so excellent. 0104m Original CHAPTER XII. FTER the King died, Johnny succeeded to the vacant throne, and the Chronicles report that he did not govern less wisely than other monarchs, prime ministers, and politicians generally, before or since. 0106m Original The people of his own good town of Valenciennes had a statue made of Johnny Nut, in walnut-wood, and a statue of his wife, and there they stand on a tower, and strike time on the big clock; so you see this story is quite true. Do not you believe any learned man who tells you that Johnny is the Sun, and that the Goose is the Sun, and that the Passing Belle is the Moon, or nonsense of that kind, which, my dear children, is too common! MORAL. I think the Moral is that we should always be kind to animals, respectful to Old Age, and, above all, that we should be Easily Amused. 0108m Original End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Johnny Nut and the Golden Goose, by Andrew Lang and Charles Deulin *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JOHNNY NUT AND THE GOLDEN GOOSE *** ***** This file should be named 47428-h.htm or 47428-h.zip ***** This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: http://www.gutenberg.org/4/7/4/2/47428/ Produced by David Widger from page images generously provided by the Internet Archive Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will be renamed. Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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