Boots and his Brothers
Once upon a time there was a man who had three sons, Peter, Paul, and John. John had the nickname Boots, of course, because he was the youngest. I can’t say the man had anything more than these three sons, for he hadn’t one penny to rub against another; and so he told his sons over and over again they must go out into the world and try to earn their bread, for there at home there was nothing to be looked for but starving to death.
Now, near the man’s cottage was the King’s palace, and, you must know, just against the King’s windows a great oak had sprung up, which was so stout and big that it took away all the light from the King’s palace. The King had said he would give many, many dollars to the man who could chop down the oak, but no one was man enough for that, for as soon as ever one chip of the oak’s trunk flew off, two grew in its place. A well, too, the King would have dug, which was to hold water for the whole year; for all his neighbors had wells, but he hadn’t any, and that he thought a shame. So the King said he would give to any one who could dig him such a well as would hold water for a whole year round, both money and goods; but no one could do it, for the King’s palace lay high, high up on a hill, and they had dug only a few inches before they came upon the living rock.
But as the King had set his heart on having these two things done, he had it given out far and wide, in all the churches of his kingdom, that he who could chop down the big oak in the King’s courtyard, and get him a well that would hold water the whole year round, should have the Princess and half the kingdom. Well, you may easily know there was many a man who came to try his luck; but for all their hacking and chopping, and all their digging and delving, it was no good. The oak got bigger and stouter at every stroke, and the rock didn’t get softer, either. So one day those three brothers thought they’d set off and try too, and their father hadn’t a word against it; for even if they didn’t get the Princess and half the kingdom, it might happen they might get a place somewhere with a good master; and that was all he wanted. So when the brothers said they thought of going to the palace, their father said “yes” at once. So Peter, Paul, and Boots went off from their home.
Well, they hadn’t gone far before they came to a fir-wood, and up along one side of it rose a steep hillside, and as they went, they heard something chopping and hacking away up on the hill among the trees.
“I wonder, now, what it is that is chopping away up yonder,” said Boots.
“You’re always so clever with your wonderings,” said Peter and Paul both at once. “What wonder is it, pray, that a woodcutter should stand and hack up on a hillside?”
“Still, I’d like to see what it is, after all,” said Boots; and up he went.
“Oh, if you’re such a child, it will do you good to go and learn a lesson,” bawled out his brothers after him.
But Boots didn’t care for what they said; he climbed the steep hillside towards where the noise came, and when he reached the place, what do you think he saw? Why, an axe that stood there hacking and chopping, all of itself, at the trunk of a fir.
“Good-day!” said Boots. “So you stand here all alone and chop, do you?”
“Yes; here I’ve stood and chopped and hacked a long, long time, waiting for you,” said the Axe.
“Well, here I am at last,” said Boots, as he took the axe, pulled it off its handle, and stuffed both head and handle into his wallet.
So when he got down again to his brothers, they began to jeer and laugh at him.
“And now, what funny thing was it you saw up yonder on the hillside?” they said.
“Oh, it was only an axe we heard,” said Boots.
So when they had gone a bit farther, they came under a steep spur of rock, and up there they heard something digging and shoveling.
“I wonder now,” said Jack, “what it is digging and shoveling up yonder at the top of the rock.”
“Ah, you’re always so clever with your wonderings,” said Peter and Paul again; “as if you’d never heard a woodpecker hacking and pecking at a hollow tree.”
“Well, well,” said Boots, “I think it would be a piece of fun just to see what it really is.”
And so off he set to climb the rock, while the others laughed and made game of him. But he didn’t care a bit for that; up he climbed, and when he got near the top, what do you think he saw? Why, a spade that stood there digging and delving.
“Good-day!” said Boots. “So you stand here all alone, and dig and delve!”
“Yes, that’s what I do,” said the Spade, “and that’s what I’ve done this many a long day, waiting for you.”
“Well, here I am,” said Boots again, as he took the spade and knocked it off its handle, and put it into his wallet, and then down again to his brothers.
“Well, what was it, so rare and strange,” said Peter and Paul, “that you saw up there at the top of the rock?”
“Oh,” said Boots, “nothing more than a spade; that was what we heard.”
So they went on again a good bit, till they came to a stream. They were thirsty, all three, after their long walk, and so they lay down beside the stream to have a drink.
“I wonder now,” said Boots, “where all this water comes from.”
“I wonder if you’re right in your head,” said Peter and Paul in one breath. “If you’re not mad already, you’ll go mad very soon, with your wonderings. Where the stream comes from, indeed! Have you never heard how water rises from a spring in the earth?”
“Yes; but still I’ve a great fancy to see where this brook comes from,” said Boots.
So up alongside the brook he went, in spite of all that his brothers bawled after him. Nothing could stop him. On he went. So, as he went up and up, the brook got smaller and smaller, and at last, a little way farther on, what do you think he saw? Why, a great walnut, and out of that the water trickled.
“Good-day!” said Boots again; “So you lie here, and trickle and run down all alone?”
“Yes, I do,” said the Walnut; “and here have I trickled and run this many a long day, waiting for you.”
“Well, here I am,” said Boots, as he took up a lump of moss, and plugged up the hole, that the water mightn’t run out. Then he put the walnut into his wallet, and ran down to his brothers.
“Well, now,” said Peter and Paul, “have you found out where the water comes from? A rare sight it must have been!”
“Oh, after all, it was only a hole it ran out of,” said Boots; and so the others laughed and made game of him again, but Boots didn’t mind that a bit.
“After all, I had the fun of seeing it,” said he.
So when they had gone a bit farther they came to the King’s palace; but as every one in the kingdom had heard how they might win the Princess and half the realm, if they could only chop down the big oak and dig the King’s well, so many had come to try their luck that the oak was now twice as stout and big as it had been at first, for two chips grew for every one they chopped out with their axes, as I dare say you all bear in mind. So the King had now laid it down as a punishment that if any one tried and couldn’t chop down the oak, he should be put on a barren island, and both his ears were to be clipped off. But the two brothers didn’t let themselves be scared by that; they were quite sure they could chop down the oak, and Peter, as he was eldest, was to try his hand first; but it went with him as with all the rest who had chopped at the oak; for every chip he cut out, two grew in its place. So the King’s men seized him, and clipped off both his ears, and put him out on the island.
Now Paul, he was to try his luck, but he fared just the same; when he had chopped two or three strokes, they began to see the oak grow, and so the King’s men seized him too, and clipped his ears, and put him out on the island; and his ears they clipped closer, because they said he ought to have taken a lesson from his brother.
So now Boots was to try.
“If you will look like a marked sheep, we’re quite ready to clip your ears at once, and then you’ll save yourself some bother,” said the King, for he was angry with him for his brothers’ sake.
“Well, I’d like to just try first,” said Boots, and so he got permission. Then he took his axe out of his wallet and fitted it to its handle.
“Chop away!” said he to his axe; and away it chopped, making the chips fly again, so that it wasn’t long before down came the oak.
When that was done, Boots pulled out his spade, and fitted it to its handle.
“Dig away!” said he to the spade; and so the spade began to dig and delve till the earth and rock flew out in splinters, and so he had the well soon dug out, you may think.
And when he had got it as big and deep as he chose, Boots took out his walnut and laid it in one corner of the well, and pulled the plug of moss out.
“Trickle and run,” said Boots, and so the nut trickled and ran, till the water gushed out of the hole in a stream, and in a short time the well was brimful.
Then Boots had chopped down the oak which shaded the King’s palace, and dug a well in the palace-yard, and so he got the Princess and half the kingdom, as the King had said; but it was lucky for Peter and Paul that they had lost their ears, else they had heard each hour and day how every one said, “Well, after all, Boots wasn’t so much out of his mind when he took to wondering.”