TOM THUMB
Long ago, in the merry days of good King Arthur,
there lived a ploughman and his wife. They were very poor, but would have been
contented and happy if only they could have had a little child. One day, having
heard of the great fame of the magician Merlin, who was living at the Court of
King Arthur, the wife persuaded her husband to go and tell him of their
trouble. Having arrived at the Court, the man besought Merlin with tears in his
eyes to give them a child, saying that they would be quite content even though
it should be no bigger than his thumb. Merlin determined to grant the request,
and what was the countryman's astonishment to find when he reached home that
his wife had a son, who, wonderful to relate, was no bigger than his father's
thumb!
The parents were now very happy, and the
christening of the little fellow took place with great ceremony. The Fairy
Queen, attended by all her company of elves, was present at the feast. She
kissed the little child, and, giving it the name of Tom Thumb, told her fairies
to fetch the tailors of her Court, who dressed her little godson according to
her orders. His hat was made of a beautiful oak leaf, his shirt of a fine
spider's web, and his hose and doublet were of thistledown, his stockings were
made with the rind of a delicate green apple, and the garters were two of the
finest little hairs imaginable, plucked from his mother's eyebrows, while his
shoes were made of the skin of a little mouse. When he was thus dressed, the Fairy
Queen kissed him once more, and, wishing him all good luck, flew off with the
fairies to her Court.
As Tom grew older, he became very amusing and full
of tricks, so that his mother was afraid to let him out of her sight. One day,
while she was making a batter pudding, Tom stood on the edge of the bowl, with
a lighted candle in his hand, so that she might see that the pudding was made
properly. Unfortunately, however, when her back was turned, Tom fell into the
bowl, and his mother, not missing him, stirred him up in the pudding, tied it
in a cloth, and put it into the pot. The batter filled Tom's mouth, and
prevented him from calling out, but he had no sooner felt the hot water, than
he kicked and struggled so much that the pudding jumped about in the pot, and
his mother, thinking the pudding was bewitched, was nearly frightened out of
her wits. Pulling it out of the pot, she ran with it to her door, and gave it
to a tinker who was passing. He was very thankful for it, and looked forward to
having a better dinner than he had enjoyed for many a long day. But his
pleasure did not last long, for, as he was getting over a stile, he happened to
sneeze very hard, and Tom, who had been quite quiet inside the pudding for some
time, called out at the top of his little voice, "Hallo, Pickens!"
This so terrified the tinker that he flung away the pudding, and ran off as
fast as he could. The pudding was all broken to pieces by the fall, and Tom
crept out, covered with batter, and ran home to his mother, who had been looking
everywhere for him, and was delighted to see him again. She gave him a bath in
a cup, which soon washed off all the pudding, and he was none the worse for his
adventure.
A few days after this, Tom accompanied his mother
when she went into the fields to milk the cows, and, fearing he might be blown
away by the wind, she tied him to a sow-thistle with a little piece of thread.
While she was milking, a cow came by, bit off the thistle, and swallowed up
Tom. Poor Tom did not like her big teeth, and called out loudly, "Mother,
mother!" "But where are you, Tommy, my dear Tommy?" cried out
his mother, wringing her hands. "Here, mother," he shouted,
"inside the red cow's mouth!" And, saying that, he began to kick and
scratch till the poor cow was nearly mad, and at length tumbled him out of her
mouth. On seeing this, his mother rushed to him, caught him in her arms, and
carried him safely home.
Some days after this, his father took him to the
fields a-ploughing, and gave him a whip, made of a barley straw, with which to
drive the oxen; but little Tom was soon lost in a furrow. An eagle seeing him,
picked him up and flew with him to the top of a hill where stood a giant's
castle. The giant put him at once into his mouth, intending to swallow him up,
but Tom made such a great disturbance when he got inside that the monster was
soon glad to get rid of him, and threw him far away into the sea. But he was
not drowned, for he had scarcely touched the water before he was swallowed by a
large fish, which was shortly afterwards captured and brought to King Arthur,
as a present, by the fisherman. When the fish was opened, everyone was
astonished at finding Tom inside. He was at once carried to the King, who made
him his Court dwarf.
Long time he lived in jollity,
Beloved of the Court,
And none like Tom was so esteemed
Amongst the better sort.
The Queen was delighted with the little boy, and
made him dance a gaillard on her left hand. He danced so well that King Arthur
gave him a ring, which he wore round his waist like a girdle.
Tom soon began to long to see his parents again,
and begged the King to allow him to go home for a short time. This was readily
permitted, and the King told him he might take with him as much money as he
could carry.
And so away goes lusty Tom,
With three pence at his back—
A heavy burthen which did make
His very bones to crack.
He had to rest more than a hundred times by the
way, but, after two days and two nights, he reached his father's house in
safety. His mother saw him coming, and ran out to meet him, and there was great
rejoicing at his arrival. He spent three happy days at home, and then set out
for the Court once more.
Shortly after his return, he one day displeased
the King, so, fearing the royal anger, he crept into an empty flower-pot, where
he lay for a long time. At last he ventured to peep out, and, seeing a fine
large butterfly on the ground close by, he stole out of his hiding-place,
jumped on its back, and was carried up into the air. The King and nobles all
strove to catch him, but at last poor Tom fell from his seat into a
watering-pot, in which he was almost drowned, only luckily the gardener's child
saw him, and pulled him out. The King was so pleased to have him safe once more
that he forgot to scold him, and made much of him instead.
Tom afterwards lived many years at Court, one of
the best beloved of King Arthur's knights.
Thus he at tilt and tournament
Was entertainèd so,
That all the rest of Arthur's knights
Did him much pleasure show.
With good Sir Launcelot du Lake,
Sir Tristram and Sir Guy,
Yet none compared to brave Tom Thumb
In acts of chivalry.
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