Favorite Fairy Tales.

by Various.

INTRODUCTION

What are the best fairy stories? Are they not those which have lived most vividly in active minds? The ripeness of after life works its changes; but we are not dealing with literary judgments--rather with the choice of childhood which fortunately lingers in memory, whatever store of wisdom may come in later years. There is here no question of the new or unusual. On the contrary, it is the ideas or visions handed down for generations or centuries and set in final form that remain with us as types of fancy or wisdom. Of these there are so many that a selection is essential. No one book can be a complete treasure-house of all the imagination, humor, and sentiment of the fairy tale. But it has been possible to obtain a representative judgment for this volume which we believe to be of peculiar worth.

This book gives us the favorite fairy tales of men and women who have gained eminence in American life. It is a book, therefore, based upon an original plan, which stands by itself. Any collection formed by one person must reflect personal preferences. It must have obvious limitations, however excellent--as in the case of Miss Mulock or Laboulaye--the choice of the single editor may be. But to a large extent such a collection as this represents that consensus of opinion which invests a given work with the rank of a cla.s.sic. The desire of the publishers has been to determine the youthful preferences of those whose opinions carry weight and to present their selections among the wealth of fairy tales which the world cherishes from one generation to another. Such a thing as a collection of _all_ good fairy tales would be unthinkably c.u.mbersome. We need guidance and selection. For the expressions of personal choice afforded in the interests of this book, the publishers desire to offer their grateful acknowledgments.

It has happened naturally that more than one vote has been cast for the same story. For example, the president of Yale, in his selection of "Jack the Giant-killer," had the companionship of the president of Columbia and of the editor of _Harper's Magazine_, who are really represented, therefore, by a second choice. The three stories preferred by the chairman of the Wisconsin Free Library Commission had all been preferred by others.

But "Cinderella" is evidently quite the equal of "Jack the Giant-killer" in the affections of readers, and the choice of this well-loved tale has been accompanied by some charming letters from which it is impossible not to quote.

Thus the Hon. John Bigelow writes: "Perrault's story of Cinderella made the deepest impression upon me. It is the only one from which I can now remember to have received a distinct and permanent ethical impression."

"I am not really conscious of any special preference for one fairy story over another," wrote Professor Lounsbury, "but as somebody, it seems to me, ought to stand up for sentiment, I am going to vote for 'Cinderella.' I hesitated a moment about 'The Sleeping Beauty,' but I leave that for one younger."

In a letter rich in personal quality, the Hon. Grover Cleveland wrote: "My youthful days are so far away, and fairy stories had so little to do with their enjoyment, that I do not feel that I ought to venture an opinion on such an important subject as that to which you refer. For want of a better thing to do, I have submitted the question to my children, and so far as I am able to determine, the canva.s.s of their votes is in favor of 'Cinderella.' It is only fair to say that two of the three to whom the question was submitted are little girls."

Another glimpse of domestic sympathy comes in the choice of the Hon.

William J. Bryan, editor and author, as well as publicist, who says: "My wife a.s.sures me that I shall make no mistake if I commend the tales of Hans Christian Andersen, notably that of 'The Ugly Duckling.'"

It is a change from public life to the world of letters to find Dr.

Van d.y.k.e and Dr. Mabie in agreement with Dr. Shailer Mathews regarding the rank of "The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood." But it is not to this that Dr. Van d.y.k.e gives precedence. "If my memory serves me right," he says, "the first fairy story which made a strong impression on my mind in boyhood was that of 'Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp.' Next after that in time, and, I think, a little beyond it in interest, came the story of the 'Seven Wild Swans,' and next to that the story of 'The Sleeping Beauty.'"

As to "Hop o' My Thumb" we may be pardoned for quoting the close of a singularly delightful letter from Mr. Henry James, who says: "It is the vague memory of this sense of him, as some small, precious object, like a lost gem or a rare and beautiful insect on which one might inadvertently tread, or might find under the sofa or behind the window-cushion, that leads me to think of 'Hop o' My Thumb' as my earliest and sweetest and most repeated cupful at the fount of fiction."

Quite literally a world removed from this was the answer of the modest j.a.panese conqueror, General Kuroki, who laughed at first and disclaimed j.a.pan's possession of fairy tales as we understand them. "I always tried to forget fairy tales," he said; "but of nursery stories I think the most popular and the most widely known in j.a.pan is the story of Momotaro." But this tale of the "son of a peach," which relates the conquest of a stronghold of devils, and the rescue of two daughters of daimios does not come within the scope of this volume.

A broader choice than those which have been quoted is afforded by Mrs.

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward, who writes: "As a child I was a great reader and lover (and a small creator) of fairy tales. But of them all the only ones which come readily to my mind are Hans Christian Andersen's." Equally comprehensive is the answer of Mrs. Georgia A.

Kendrick, the lady princ.i.p.al of Va.s.sar College: "Grimm's tales stand to me for the best of that kind of lore."

An even more catholic liking breathes in the answer of President Woodrow Wilson, who declares: "The truth is that I was so voracious of fairy tales when I was a small boy, that I loved them all almost equally well, and cannot now say that I had any favorite. All was grist that came to my mill. I am very much interested in the undertaking, and wish it all success."

In some cases, much to the regret of the publishers, it has not been possible to include a choice. Thus Dr. John S. Billings, librarian of the New York Public Library, tells us that the story which made the most impression upon him was the "Nibelungenlied" as presented by Carlyle in the _Westminster Review_ for July, 1831, of which an odd number came in his way when he was a boy. "I did not understand one quarter of it," Dr. Billings writes, "but what I did impressed me greatly. If I had to select from Perrault's fairy tales, I should probably agree with Dr. Hadley"--another tribute to the perennial charm of "Jack the Giant-killer."

The interest of these personal literary experiences justify a quotation from Dr. E. G. Cooley, superintendent of the Chicago schools: "I was pretty well grown," he writes, "before any of this literature reached me. My people were not believers in fairy stories, and circ.u.mstances did not put them in my way. My boyhood hero was Eumenes, as described in the second volume of Rollin's _Ancient History_." Unfortunately the scope of the present volume has not permitted the inclusion of Carlyle's version of the "Nibelungenlied"

or of Rollin's tale of Eumenes, or of the old ballad of "The Children in the Wood," which was the choice of Dr. W. H. Maxwell, City Superintendent of Schools in New York.

While the reply of that sincere nature-lover, John Burroughs, represents a gospel of negation, yet there is a vivid suggestiveness in the later interest of the man--one whose sympathies and perception have remained fresh and wholly sincere. "The truth is," he writes, "I knew no fairy stories in my youth. That kind of literature did not come within my reach. Our school library held no novels or fairy books. An old woman who visited our house used to tell us youngsters the story of 'Jack and the Bean-stalk,' and 'Jack the Giant-killer,'

'Bluebeard,' etc. When I had a boy of my own, I used to read Hans Christian Andersen to him, and get quite as much interested as he did.

I do not recall that I ever read any fairy tales before Andersen's, and did not read these till past middle life."

It may be said again that while this book lays no claim to comprehensiveness, we believe that its personal guidance represents a high value which is fitly reinforced by the distinctive imagination of Mr. Peter Newell. In the light of his quaint fancy, unexpected humor, and sympathetic insight, these cla.s.sic tales reveal a new store of riches, and are clothed with a charm which even those of us who love them had not foreseen.

In the majority of cases these stories reproduce the excellent versions given in Miss Mulock's _Fairy Book_ (Harper & Brothers). But the publishers desire to acknowledge the courtesy of Messrs. Longmans, Green & Co., for their permission to reproduce the admirable versions of "Aladdin," the "Forty Thieves," and the "Story of the Three Bears"

from their _Blue and Green Fairy Books_, edited by Mr. Andrew Lang.

The "Second Voyage of Sindbad the Sailor" is from the series edited by Mr. W. T. Stead, ent.i.tled, _Books for the Bairns_.

FAVORITE FAIRY TALES

JACK THE GIANT-KILLER

In the reign of the famous King Arthur, there lived, near the Land's End of England, in the county of Cornwall, a worthy farmer who had an only son named Jack. Jack was a boy of a bold temper; he took pleasure in hearing or reading stories of wizards, conjurors, giants, and fairies, and used to listen eagerly while his father talked of the great deeds of the brave knights of King Arthur's Round Table. When Jack was sent to take care of the sheep and oxen in the fields, he used to to amuse himself with planning battles, sieges, and the means to conquer or surprise a foe. He was above the common sports of children, but hardly any one could equal him at wrestling; or, if he met with a match for himself in strength, his skill and address always made him the victor.

In those days there lived on St. Michael's Mount, of Cornwall, which rises out of the sea at some distance from the main-land, a huge giant. He was eighteen feet high and three yards round, and his fierce and savage looks were the terror of all his neighbors. He dwelt in a gloomy cavern on the very top of the mountain, and used to wade over to the main-land in search of his prey. When he came near, the people left their houses; and after he had glutted his appet.i.te upon their cattle he would throw half a dozen oxen upon his back, and tie three times as many sheep and hogs round his waist, and so march back to his own abode.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "I will broil you for my breakfast"]

The giant had done this for many years, and the coast of Cornwall was greatly hurt by his thefts, when Jack boldly resolved to destroy him.

He therefore took a horn, a shovel, a pickaxe, and a dark lantern, and early in a long winter's evening he swam to the Mount. There he fell to work at once, and before morning he had dug a pit twenty-two feet deep and almost as many broad. He covered it over with sticks and straw, and strewed some of the earth over them, to make it look just like solid ground. He then put his horn to his mouth, and blew such a loud and long tantivy that the giant awoke and came towards Jack, roaring like thunder: "You saucy villain, you shall pay dearly for breaking my rest; I will broil you for my breakfast." He had scarcely spoken these words when he came advancing one step farther; but then he tumbled headlong into the pit, and his fall shook the very mountain.

"Oho, Mr. Giant!" said Jack, looking into the pit, "have you found your way so soon to the bottom? How is your appet.i.te now? Will nothing serve you for breakfast this cold morning but broiling poor Jack?"

The giant now tried to rise, but Jack struck him a blow on the crown of the head with his pickaxe, which killed him at once. Jack then made haste back to rejoice his friends with the news of the giant's death.

When the justices of Cornwall heard of this valiant action, they sent for Jack, and declared that he should always be called Jack the Giant-killer; and they also gave him a sword and belt, upon which was written, in letters of gold:

"This is the valiant Cornishman Who slew the giant Cormoran."

The news of Jack's exploits soon spread over the western parts of England; and another giant, called Old Blunderbore, vowed to have revenge on Jack if it should ever be his fortune to get him into his power. The giant kept an enchanted castle in the midst of a lonely wood. About four months after the death of Cormoran, as Jack was taking a journey into Wales, he pa.s.sed through this wood, and as he was very weary he sat down to rest by the side of a pleasant fountain, and there he fell into a deep sleep. The giant came to the fountain for water just at this time and found Jack there; and as the lines on Jack's belt showed who he was, the giant lifted him up and laid him gently upon his shoulder to carry him to his castle; but as he pa.s.sed through the thicket the rustling of the leaves waked Jack, and he was sadly afraid when he found himself in the clutches of Blunderbore.

Yet this was nothing to his fright soon after; for when they reached the castle he beheld the floor covered all over with the skulls and bones of men and women. The giant took him into a large room, where lay the hearts and limbs of persons who had been lately killed; and he told Jack, with a horrid grin, that men's hearts, eaten with pepper and vinegar, were his nicest food, and, also, that he thought he should make a dainty meal on his heart. When he had said this he locked Jack up in that room, while he went to fetch another giant, who lived in the same wood, to enjoy a dinner off Jack's flesh with him.

While he was away, Jack heard dreadful shrieks, groans, and cries from many parts of the castle; and soon after he heard a mournful voice repeat these lines:

"Haste, valiant stranger, haste away, Lest you become the giant's prey.

On his return he'll bring another, Still more savage than his brother; A horrid, cruel monster who, Before he kills, will torture you.

Oh, valiant stranger! haste away, Or you'll become these giants' prey."

This warning was so shocking to poor Jack that he was ready to go mad. He ran to the window and saw the two giants coming along arm in arm. This window was right over the gates of the castle. "Now,"

thought Jack, "either my death or freedom is at hand."

There were two strong cords in the room. Jack made a large noose with a slip-knot at the ends of both these, and, as the giants were coming through the gates, he threw the ropes over their heads. He then made the other ends fast to a beam in the ceiling, and pulled with all his might, till he had almost strangled them. When he saw that they were both black in the face, and had not the least strength left, he drew his sword and slid down the ropes; he then killed the giants, and thus saved himself from a cruel death. Jack next took a great bunch of keys from the pocket of Blunderbore, and went into the castle again. He made a strict search through all the rooms, and in them found three ladies tied up by the hair of their heads, and almost starved to death. They told him that their husbands had been killed by the giants, who had then condemned them to be starved to death, because they would not eat the flesh of their own dead husbands.

"Ladies," said Jack, "I have put an end to the monster and his wicked brother; and I give you this castle and all the riches it contains, to make you some amends for the dreadful pains you have felt." He then very politely gave them the keys of the castle, and went farther on his journey to Wales.

As Jack had not taken any of the giant's riches for himself, and had very little money of his own, he thought it best to travel as fast as he could. At length he lost his way, and when night came on he was in a lonely valley between two lofty mountains. There he walked about for some hours, without seeing any dwelling-place, so he thought himself very lucky at last in finding a large and handsome house. He went up to it boldly, and knocked loudly at the gate; when, to his great terror and surprise, there came forth a monstrous giant with two heads. He spoke to Jack very civilly, for he was a Welsh giant, and all the mischief he did was by private and secret malice, under the show of friendship and kindness.

Jack told him that he was a traveller who had lost his way, on which the huge monster made him welcome, and led him into a room where there was a good bed in which to pa.s.s the night. Jack took off his clothes quickly; but though he was so weary he could not go to sleep. Soon after this he heard the giant walking backward and forward in the next room, and saying to himself: