Part I.
the cornfields were yellow, and the oats were green; the hay had been put up in stacks in the green meadows, and the stork went about on his long, red legs, and chattered Egyptian, for this was the languagehe had learned from his good mother. All around the fields andmeadows were great forests, and in the midst of these forests lay deep lakes. Yes, it was really glorious out in the country. In the midst of the sunshine there lay an old farm, surrounded by deep canals, and from the wall down to the water grew great burdocks, so high that little children could stand upright under the loftiest of them. It was just as wild there as in the deepest wood. Here sat a duck upon her nest, for she had to hatch her young ones; but she was almost tired out before the little ones came, and then she so seldom had visitors. The other ducks liked better to swim about in the canals than to run up to sit down under a burdock, and cackle with her.
At last one egg-shell after another burst open. "Peep ! peep!" it cried, and in all the eggs there were little creatures that stuck out their heads.
"Rap! rap ! " they said; and they all came rapping out as fast as they could, looking all around them under the green leaves; and the mother let them look as much as they chose, for green is good for the eyes.
"How wide the world is! " said the young ones, for they certainly had much more room now than when they were in the eggs.
"Do you think this is all the world? " asked the mother. "That extends far across the other side of the garden, quite into the parson"s field, but I have never been there yet. I hope you are all together, " she continued, and stood up. "No, I have not all. The largest egg still lies there. How long is that to last? I am really tired of it. " And she sat down again.
"Well, how goes it? " asked an old duck, who had come to pay her a visit.
" It lasts a long time with that one egg, " said the duck, who sat there. "It will not burst. Now, only look at the others; are they not the prettiest ducks one could possibly see? They are all like their father: the bad fellow never comes to see me. ""Let me see the egg which will not burst, " said the old visitor. " Believe me, it is a turkey"s egg. I was once cheated in that way, and had much anxiety and trouble with the young ones, for they are afraid of the water. I could not get them to venture in. I quacked and clucked, but it was of no use. Let mesee the egg. Yes, that"s a turkey"s egg! Let it lie there, and you teach the other children to swim. ""I think I will sit on it a little longer, " said the duck. "I"ve satso long now that I can sit a few days more. ""Just as you please, " said the old duck; and she went away.
At last the great egg burst. "Peep! peep! " said the little one, and crept forth. It was very large and very ugly. The duck looked at it.
"It"s a very large duckling, " said she; "none of the others look like that. Can it really be a turkey chick? Now we shall soon find out. It must go into the water, even if I have to thrust it in myself. "The next day the weather was splendidly bright, and the sun shone on all the green trees. The mother-duck went down to the water with all her little ones. Splash ! she jumped into the water. "Quack! quack! " she said, and then one duckling after another plunged in. The water closed over their heads, but they came up in an instant, and swam capitally; their legs went of themselves, and there they were all in the water. The ugly grey duckling swam with them.
"No, it"s not a turkey, " said she; "look how well it can use its legs, and how upright it holds itself. It is my own child! On the whole it"s quite pretty, if one looks at it rightly. Quack! quack! Come with me, and I"ll lead you out into the great world, and present you in the poultry-yard; but keep close to me, so that no one may tread on you, and take care of the cats !" And so they came into the poultry-yard. There was a terrible riot going on in there, for two families were quarrelling aboutan eel"s head, and the cat got it after all.
"See, that"s how it goes in the world! " said the mother- duck; and she whetted her beak, for she, too, wanted the eel"s head. "Only use your legs, " she said. "See that you can bustle about, and bow your heads before the old duck yonder. She"s the grandest of all here; she"s of Spanish blood-that"s why she is so fat; and do you see she has a red rag around her leg? That"s something particularly fine, and the greatest distinction a duck can enjoy; it signifies that one does not want to lose her, and that she"s to be recognized by man and beast. Shake yourselves-don"t turn in your toes; a well-brought up duck turns its toes quite out, just like father and mother, so! Now bend your necks and say "Rap!" "And they did so; but the other ducks round about looked at them, and said quite boldly :
" Look there! now we"re to have these hanging on, as if there were not enough of us already! And-fie!- how that duckling yonder looks; we won"t stand that! " And one duck flew up immediately, and bit it in the neck.
"Let it alone, " said the mother; "it does no harm to any one." " Yes, but it"s too large and peculiar, " said the duck who hadbitten it; " and therefore it must be buffeted. ""Those are pretty children that the mother has there, " said the old duck with the rag round her leg. "They"re all pretty but that one; that was a failure. I wish she could alter it. ""That cannot be done, my lady, " replied the mother- duck. "It is not pretty, but it has a really good disposition, and swims as well as any other; I may even say it swims better. I think itwill grow up pretty, and become smaller in time; it has lain too long in the egg, and therefore is not properly shaped. " And then she pinched it in the neck, and smoothed its feathers. "Moreover, it is a drake, " she said; "and therefore it is not of so much consequence. I think he will be very strong; he makes his way already. "" The other ducklings are graceful enough, " said the old duck. "Make yourself at home; and, if you find an eel"s head, you may bring it to me. "And now they were at home. But the poor duckling that had crept last out of the egg, and looked so ugly, was bitten and pushed and jeered, as much by the ducks as by the chickens.
"It is too big ! " they all said. And the turkey-cock, who had been born with spurs, and therefore thought himself an emperor, blew himself up like a ship in full sail, and bore straight down upon it; then he gobbled, and grew quite red in the face. The poor duckling did not know where it should standDrawn by Elsle J. McKissock
"Blew himself up like a ship in full sail."
or walk; it was quite melancholy because it looked ugly, and was scoffed at by the whole yard.
So it went on the first day; and afterwards it became worse and worse. The poor duckling was hunted about by every one; even its brothers and sisters were quite angry with it, and said, "If the cat would only catch you, you ugly creature! " And the mother said, "If you were only far away! " And the ducks bit it, and the chickens beat it, and the girl who had to feed the poultry kicked at it with her foot.
Then it ran and flew over the fence, and the little birds in the bushes flew up in fear.
" That is because I am so ugly! "thought the duckling; and it shut its eyes, but flew on further; thus it came out into the great moor, where the wild ducks lived. Here it lay the whole night long, and it was weary and downcast.
Towards morning the wild ducks flew up, and looked at their new companion.
"What sort of bird are you? " they asked; and the duckling turned in every direction, and bowed as well as it could. "You are remarkably ugly! " said the wild ducks. "But that is very indifferent to us, so long as you do not marry into our family. "Poor thing, it certainly did not think of marrying, and hoped only to obtain leave to lie among the reeds and drink some of the swamp-water.
Thus it lay two whole days; then came thither two wild geese, or, properly speaking, two wild ganders. It was not long sinceeach had crept out of an egg, and that"s why they were so saucy. "Listen, comrade, " said one of them; "You"re so uglythat I like you. Will you not go with us, and become a bird of passage? Near this place in another moor, there are a few sweet, lovely wild geese, all unmarried, and all able to say "Rap!" You"ve a chance of making your fortune, ugly as you are! ""Piff! paff! " resounded through the air; the two ganders fell down dead in the swamp, and the water became blood-red. "Piff ! paff! " it sounded again, and whole flocks of wild geese rose up from the reeds. Then there was another report. A great hunt was going on. The hunters were lying in wait all round the moor, and some were even sitting up in the branches of the trees, which spread far over the reeds. The blue smoke rose up like clouds among the dark trees, and was wafted far away across the water; and the hunting dogs came splash, splash! into the swamp, and the rushes and the weeds bent down on every side. That was a fright for the poor duckling ! It turned its head, and put it under its wing; but at that moment a frightful great dog stood close by it. His tongue hung far out of his mouth, and his eyes gleamed horrible and ugly; he thrust out his nose close against the duckling, showed his sharp teeth, and,- splash, splash !-on he went without seizing it.
"Oh, Heaven be thanked! " sighed the duckling. "I am so ugly that even the dog does not like to bite me! "And so it lay quite still, while the shots rattled through the reeds, and gun after gun was fired. At last, late in the day, silence was restored; but the poor duckling did not dare to riseup; it waited several hours before it looked round, and then hastened away out of the moor as fast as it could. It ran on over field and meadow. There was such a storm raging that it was difficult to get from one place to another.
Part Ⅱ.
Towards evening the duck came to a little, miserable peasant hut. This hut was so dilapidated that it did not know on which side it should fall; and that"s why it remained standing. The storm whistled round the duckling in such a way that the poor creature was obliged to sit down; and the tempest grew worse and worse. Then the duckling noticed that one of the hinges of the door had given way, and the door hung so slanting that the duckling could slip through the crack into the room. This it did.
Here lived a woman with her tom cat and her hen. The tom cat, which she called Sonny, could arch his back and purr, he could even give out sparks; but, for that, one had to stroke his fur the wrong way. The hen had quite little, short legs, and therefore she was called Chickabiddy-shortshanks; she laid good eggs, and the woman loved her as her own child.
In the morning the strange duckling was at once noticed, and the tom cat began to purr, and the hen to cluck.
"What"s this? " said the woman, and looked all round; but she could not see well, and therefore she thought the duckling was a fat duck that had strayed. "This is a rare prize, " she said. "Now I shall have duck"s eggs. I hope it is not a drake. We musttry that. "
And so the duckling was admitted on trial for three weeks; but no eggs came. And the tom cat was master of the house, and the hen was the lady, and always said " We and the world!" for she thought they were half the world, and by far the better half. The duckling thought one might have a different opinion, but the hen would not allow it.
" Can you lay eggs? " she asked. "No."
" Then you"ll have the goodness to hold your tongue. "And the tom cat said, "Can you curve your back, and purr, and give out sparks? "" No. "
"Then you cannot have any opinion of your own when sensible people are speaking. "The duckling sat in a corner and was melancholy; then the fresh air and the sunshine streamed in, and it was seized with such a strange longing to swim on the water, that it could not help telling the hen of it.
"What are you thinking of? " cried the hen. "You have nothing to do; that"s why you have these fancies. Purr or lay eggs, and they will pass over. ""But it is so charming to swim on the water ! " said the duckling, " so refreshing to let it close above one"s head, and to dive down to the bottom. "" Yes, that must be a mighty pleasure, truly, " quoth the hen.
" I fancy you must have gone crazy. Ask the cat about it-he"s the cleverest animal I know; ask him if he likes to swim on the water, or to dive down. I won"t speak about myself. Ask our mistress, the old woman; no one in the world is cleverer than she. Do you think she has any desire to swim, and to let the water close above her head? ""You don"t understand me, " said the duckling.
"We don"t understand you? Then pray who is to understand you? You surely don"t pretend to be cleverer than the tom cat and the old woman-I won"t say anything of myself. Don"t be conceited, child, and be grateful for all the kindness you have received. Did you not get into a warm room, and have you not fallen into company from which you have learnt something? But you are a chatterer, and it is not pleasant to associate with you. You may believe me, I speak for your good. I tell you disagreeable things, and by that one may always know one"s true friends. Only take care that you learn to lay eggs, or to purr and give out sparks! ""I think I will go out into the wide world, " said the duckling. "Yes, do go, " replied the hen.
So the duckling went away. It swam on the water, and dived, but it was slighted by every creature because of its ugliness.
Now came the autumn. The leaves in the forest turned yellow and brown; the wind caught them so that they danced about, and up in the air it was very cold. The clouds hung low, heavy with hail and snowflakes, and on the fence stoodthe raven, crying, "Croak! croak! " for mere cold; yes, it was enough to make one feel cold to think of this. The poor little duckling certainly had not a good time. One evening-the sun was just setting in his beauty-there came a whole flock of great handsome birds out of the bushes; they were dazzlingly white, with long flexible necks; they were swans. They uttered a very peculiar cry, spread forth their glorious, great wings, and flew away from that cold region to warmer lands, to fair open lakes. They mounted so high, so high! and the ugly little duckling felt quite a strange feeling as it watched them. It turned round and round in the water like a wheel, stretched out its neck towards them, and uttered such a strange, loud cry as frightened itself. Oh! it could not forget those beautiful, happy birds; and, so soon as it could see them no longer, it dived down to the very bottom; and, when it came up again, it was quite beside itself. It knew not the name of those birds, and knew not whither they were flying; but it loved them more than it had ever loved any one. It was not at all envious of them. How could it think of wishing to possess such loveliness as they had? It would have been glad if only the ducks would have endured its company- the poor, ugly creature!
And the winter grew cold, very cold! The duckling wasforced to swim about in the water, to prevent the surface from freezing entirely; but every night the hole in which it swam about became smaller and smaller.
It froze so hard that the icy covering crackled again; and the duckling was obliged to use its legs continually to preventDrawn by Elsie J. McKissock
"There came a whole flock of great handsome birds out of the bushes. "the hole from freezing up. At last it became exhausted, and lay quite still, and thus froze fast into the ice.
Early in the morning a peasant came by; and, when he saw what had happened, he took his wooden shoe, broke the ice-crust to pieces, and carried the duckling home to his wife. Then it came to itself again. The children wanted to play with it; but the duckling thought they would do it an injury, and in its terror it fluttered up into the milk-pan, so that the milk spurted down into the room. The woman clasped her hands, at which the duckling flew down into the butter-tub, and then into the meal-barrel and out again. How it looked then! The woman screamed, and struck at it with the fire-tongs; the children tumbled over one another, in their efforts to catch the duckling. Happily the door stood open, and the poor creature was able to slip out between the shrubs into the new-fallen snow. There it lay quite exhausted.
But it would be too melancholy if I were to tell all the miseryand care which the duckling had to endure in the hard winter. It lay out on the moor among the reeds, when the sun began to shine again and the larks to sing; it was a beautiful spring.
Then all at once the duckling could flap its wings. They beat the air more strongly than before, and bore it strongly away; and, before it well knew how all this had happened, it found itself in a great garden, where the elder trees smelt sweet, and bent their long green branches down to the canal that wound through the region. Oh, here it was so beautiful, such a gladness of spring; and from the thicket came three glorious white swans. They rustled their wings, and swam lightly on the water. The duckling knew the splendid creatures, and felt oppressed by a peculiar sadness.
"I will fly away to them, to the royal birds! and they will kill me, because I, that am so ugly, dare to approach them. But it is of no consequence. Better to be killed by them than to be pursued by ducks, and beaten by fowls,and pushed about by the girl who takes care of the poultry-yard, and to suffer hunger in winter! " And it flew out into the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans. These looked at it, and came sailing down upon it with outspread wings. "Kill me! " said the poor creature, and bent its head down upon the water, expecting nothing but death. But what was this that it saw in the clear water? It beheld its own image-and, lo! it was no longer a clumsy dark-grey bird, ugly and hateful to look at, but-a swan.
It matters nothing if one were born in a duck-yard, if one had only lain in a swan"s egg.
It felt quite glad at all the need and misfortune it had suffered; now it realized its happiness in all the splendour that surrounded it. And the great swans swam round it, and stroked it with their beaks.
Into the garden came little children, who threw bread and corn into the water. The youngest cried, " There is the new one!" and the other children shouted joyously, " Yes, a new one has arrived ! " They clapped their hands and danced about, and ran to their father and mother. Bread and cake were thrown into the water, and they all said, "The new one is the most beautiful of all! so young and handsome! " and the old swans bowed their heads before him.
Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wings, for he did not know what to do; he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He thought how he had been persecuted and despised; and now he heard them saying that he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder tree bent its branches straight down into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and mild. Then his wings rustled, he lifted his slender neck, and cried rejoicingly from the depths of his heart:
"I never dreamed of so much happiness when I was still theugly duckling! "
Hans Andersen
Author.-Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875) was a Danish poet and writer of fairy tales who struggled through poverty to fame. His tales have been translated into nearly all languages. " The Ugly Duckling " is said to have been a fantastic story of his own life.
General.-Do the birds in the poultry yard talk like human beings? Pickout any of their speeches that seem to show this. Would you willingly be an ugly duckling if you were sure you could change to a noble swan? Make up an " ugly duckling " story about a boy or a girl.
