(by the brothers Grimm)
A great king of a land far away in the East had a daughter who was very beautiful, but so proud and haughty and conceited, that none of the princes who came to ask for her hand in marriage was good enough for her. All she ever did was make fun of them. The king held a great feast and invited all her suitors. They all sat in a row, ranged according to their rank — kings and princes and dukes and earls and counts and barons and knights. When the princess came in, as she passed by them, she had something spiteful to say to each one.
The first was too fat: ‘He’s as round as a tub,’ she said.
The next was too tall: ‘What a maypole!’ she said.
The next was too short: ‘What a dumpling!’ she said.
The fourth was too pale, and she called him ‘Wallface.’
The fifth was too red, so she called him ‘Coxcomb.’
The sixth was not straight enough; so she said he was like a green stick that had been laid to dry over a baker’s oven. She had some joke to crack about every one. But she laughed most of all at a good king who was there.
‘Look at him,’ she said; ‘his beard is like an old mop; he shall be called Grisly-beard.’ So the king got the nickname of Grisly-beard.
But the old king was very angry when he saw how his daughter behaved and how badly she treated all his guests. He vowed that, willing or unwilling, she would marry the first man that came to the door.
Two days later a travelling fiddler came by the castle. He began to play under the window and begged for money and when the king heard him, he said, ‘Let him come in.’
So, they brought the dirty-looking fellow in and, when he had sung before the king and the princess, he begged for a gift.
The king said, ‘You have sung so well that I will give you my daughter to take as your wife.’
The princess begged and prayed; but the king said, ‘I have sworn to give you to the first man who came to the door, and I will keep my word.’
Words and tears were to no avail; the parson was sent for, and she was married to the fiddler.
When this was over, the king said, ‘Now get ready to leave — you must not stay here — you must travel with your husband.’
So the fiddler left the castle, and took the princess with him.
Soon they came to a great wood.
‘Pray,’ she said, ‘whose is this wood?’
‘It belongs to King Grisly-beard,’ he answered; ‘hadst thou taken him, all would have been thine.’
‘Ah! unlucky wretch that I am!’ she sighed; ‘would that I had married King Grisly-beard!’
Next they came to some fine meadows.
‘Whose are these beautiful green meadows?’ she said.
‘They belong to King Grisly-beard, hadst thou taken him, they would all have been thine.’
‘Ah! unlucky wretch that I am!’ she said; ‘would that I had married King Grisly-beard!’
Then they came to a great city. ‘Whose is this noble city?’ she said.
‘It belongs to King Grisly-beard; hadst thou taken him, it would all have been thine.’
‘Ah! wretch that I am!’ she sighed; ‘why did I not marry King Grisly-beard?’
‘That is no business of mine,’ said the fiddler, ‘why should you wish for another husband? Am I not good enough for you?’
At last they came to a small cottage. ‘What a paltry place!’ she said; ‘to whom does that little dirty hole belong?’
The fiddler said, ‘That is your and my house, where we are to live.’
‘Where are your servants?’ she cried.
‘What do we want with servants?’ he said; ‘you must do for yourself whatever is to be done. Now make the fire, and put on water and cook my supper, for I am very tired.’
But the princess knew nothing of making fires and cooking, and the fiddler was forced to help her.
When they had eaten a very scanty meal they went to bed; but the fiddler called her up very early in the morning to clean the house.
They lived like that for two days and when they had eaten up all there was in the cottage, the man said, ‘Wife, we can’t go on thus, spending money and earning nothing. You must learn to weave baskets.’
Then the fiddler went out and cut willows, and brought them home, and she began to weave; but it made her fingers very sore.
‘I see this work won’t do,’ he said, ‘try and spin; perhaps you will do that better.’
So she sat down and tried to spin; but the threads cut her tender fingers until the blood ran.
‘See now,’ said the fiddler, ‘you are good for nothing; you can do no work. What a bargain I have got! However, I’ll try and set up a trade in pots and pans, and you shall stand in the market and sell them.’
‘Alas!’ she sighed, ‘if any of my father’s court should pass by and see me standing in the market, how they will laugh at me!’
But her husband did not care about that, and said she would have to work if she did not want to die of hunger.
At first the trade went well because many people, seeing such a beautiful woman, went to buy her wares and paid their money without even thinking of taking away the goods. They lived on this as long as it lasted and then her husband bought a fresh lot of pots and pans, and she sat herself down with it in the corner of the market.
However, soon a drunken soldier soon came by and rode his horse against her stall and broke all her goods into a thousand pieces.
She began to cry, and did not know what to do. ‘Ah! what will become of me?’ she said; ‘what will my husband say?’ So she ran home and told him everything.
‘Who would have thought you would have been so silly,’ he said, ‘as to put an earthenware stall in the corner of the market, where everybody passes? But let us have no more crying; I see you are not fit for this sort of work, so I have been to the king’s palace, and asked if they did not want a kitchen-maid; and they say they will take you, and there you will have plenty to eat.’
So the princess became a kitchen-maid and helped the cook to do all the dirtiest work. She was allowed to carry home some of the meat that was left over, and they lived on that.
She had not been there long before she heard that the king’s eldest son was passing by, on his way to get married. She went to one of the windows and looked out. Everything was ready and all the pomp and brightness of the court was there. Seeing it, she grieved bitterly for the pride and folly that had brought her so low. The servants gave her some of the rich meats and she put them into her basket to take home.
All of a sudden, as she was leaving, in came the king’s son in his golden clothes. When he saw such a beautiful woman at the door, he took her by the hand and said she should be his partner in the dance. She trembled with fear because she saw that it was King Grisly-beard, who was making fun of her. However, he kept hold of her, and led her into the hall. As she entered, the cover of the basket came off, and the meats in it fell out. Everybody laughed and jeered at her and she was so ashamed that she wished she were a thousand feet deep in the earth. She sprang over to the door so that she could run away but on the steps King Grisly-beard overtook her, brought her back and said:
‘Fear me not! I am the fiddler who has lived with you in the hut. I brought you there because I truly loved you. I am also the soldier that overset your stall. I have done all this only to cure you of your silly pride, and to show you the folly of your ill-treatment of me. Now it is all over: you have learnt wisdom, and it is time to hold our marriage feast.’
Then the chamberlains came and brought her the most beautiful robes. Her father and his whole court were already there, and they welcomed her home. Joy was in every face and every heart. The feast was grand; they danced and sang; everyone was merry; and I only wish that you and I had been there.
(from Four Important Cherokee Stories by Robert Francis of Mid)
When the earth was first made, it was covered all over with water except for one small island. This island was vry high, as it was on the top of Blue mountain, in the Cherokee country.
Everyone lived together on this mountaintop island. The human beings and the animals all got along fine. In those days they could understand one another’s speech, and the animals were much bigger. It was a good place to live. All were content, until there came to be more of them than the small bit of land could support.
As they noticed they were getting crowded, a general council of all the people (both humans and animals) was called. The question was asked, “What can we do?” The only answer given was, “We can pray. All we can do is pray and ask the Grandfather Above to please give us some more land.
So all the people prayed, and Creator/Apportioner answered, “Oh my precious children, if one of you will swim to the bottom of the ocean and bring up some mud, just a little bit of mud, I will take that mud and make a whole great land of it.”
All the people (animals and humans) began to look at one another. Someone asked, “Who will go? Who will get the mud?”
A slow, deep voice answered, “I will go. I will get the mud.” It was Grandma Turtle.
“Grandma Turtle, you can’t go!” They said. “You’re too old and slow. We don’t know what it’s like down there. We don’t know how deep it is.”
“I’ll go,” quacked Duck.
“Now that’s more like it,” they said. “You’re a good swimmer, Duck. You can go; you can do it.”
Duck paddled out onto the ocean and dived, but he popped right back up to the surface. Duck dived again and again and again, but the same thing happened each time. Well, you know how ducks are. They dive well, but they float much better. Duck paddled back to shore, shook the water off his tail and said, “I can’t dive that deep. I float too well.”
The question was asked again, “Who will go? Who will get the mud?”
Grandma Turtle said, “I will go. I will get the mud.”
“Grandma Turtle,” they said, “we settled that before! You can’t go. You’re too old. Who will go? Who will get the mud? Hey Otter, how about you?”
“What?” Otter said.
“How about you going to get the mud?”
“Mud? What mud?”
“The mud we need so Creator/Apportioner can make more land!”
“Oh, sure,” said Otter, and he slid off into the water and was gone a good long while. When he came back, he had a fish in his mouth, but no mud. Without a word to anyone, Otter climbed up onto the beach and began munching on the fish.
Everyone was watching him, but Otter paid them no mind, just kept eating his fish. “Hey Otter!” someone yelled.
“What?” Otter said.
“Where’s the mud?”
“Mud? What mud?” Otter asked. “Ohhh the mud! Well, I left here to go and get it. Then I got started playing. Then I caught this fish. Then I forgot all about the ummm, ummmm, whatever it was I was supposed to get.”
Oh my! They were nearly at their wits end. “Who will go?” they all asked. “Who will get the mud?”
Grandma Turtle said, “I will go. I will get the mud.” No one even paid her any mind.
“Who will go? Who will get the mud?”
“I will go,” said Beaver. “I will get the mud. I don’t play, and I do not eat fish.”
Resolutely, Beaver swam out into the ocean. He took a deep, deep breath and dived. Wow, Beaver was gone a long time. Some of the people watching and waiting were holding their breath in sympathy, but none seemed able to hold it that long. Finally, Beaver popped to the surface gasping for air. He swam to shore and climbed onto the beach shaking his head. “It’s too deep!” Beaver said. “I don’t know how deep it is. I never reached the bottom.”
Everyone was in despair. Beaver was the last best hope. How would they ever get mud? Maybe there would never be anything but the little mountaintop island. “Who will go?” they asked. “Who will get the mud?”
A slow deep voice answered, “I will go. I will get the mud.”
There were no other volunteers, so they let Grandma Turtle go. She slowly paddled her way out onto the surface of the ocean. As everyone watched, she took a slow, deep breath, then another and another and another. She took three more breaths and disappeared beneath the water.
They waited a long time. Grandma Turtle was gone much longer than Duck or Otter or even Beaver had been. She was gone all that day and the next and the next and the next. They posted a sentry up on the very top of the mountain. Finally, on the seventh day, the sentry called out, “I think I see something coming up. Yes, yes, something is rising in the water. Could it be? Could it be? Yes! It’s Grandma Turtle!”
Sure enough, Grandma Turtle rose to the surface of the ocean, and there she lay, not moving, with her legs, her tail, her head all hanging down… Grandma Turtle was dead.
Quietly, reverently, Duck, Otter and Beaver swam out and drew Grandma Turtle’s body to the shore. They pulled her up on the beach, as all the people (humans and animals) gathered sadly around, and what’s this? There, under her front feet, they found…. mud.
Someone took the mud, that little bit of mud from under Grandma Turtle’s front feet, rolled it into a ball and lifted it up toward the sky. The Grandfather took that mud, that little bit of mud and cast it out, making this whole, great land that many nations call Turtle Island.