The Elfin Hill

A few large lizards were running nimbly about in the clefts of an old tree; they
could understand one another very well, for they spoke the lizard language.

“What a buzzing and a rumbling there is in the elfin hill,” said one of the
lizards; “I have not been able to close my eyes for two nights on account of
the noise; I might just as well have had the toothache, for that always keeps
me awake.”

“There is something going on within there,” said the other lizard; “they propped
up the top of the hill with four red posts, till cock-crow this morning, so
that it is thoroughly aired, and the elfin girls have learnt new dances; there
is something.”

“I spoke about it to an earth-worm of my acquaintance,” said a third lizard;
“the earth-worm had just come from the elfin hill, where he has been groping
about in the earth day and night. He has heard a great deal; although he cannot
see, poor miserable creature, yet he understands very well how to wriggle and
lurk about. They expect friends in the elfin hill, grand company, too; but who
they are the earth-worm would not say, or, perhaps, he really did not know.
All the will-o’-the-wisps are ordered to be there to hold a torch dance, as
it is called. The silver and gold which is plentiful in the hill will be polished
and placed out in the moonlight.”

“Who can the strangers be?” asked the lizards; “what can the matter be? Hark,
what a buzzing and humming there is!”

Just at this moment the elfin hill opened, and an old elfin maiden, hollow
behind,1 came tripping out; she was the old elf king’s housekeeper, and a distant
relative of the family; therefore she wore an amber heart on the middle of her
forehead. Her feet moved very fast, “trip, trip;” good gracious, how she could
trip right down to the sea to the night-raven.2

“You are invited to the elf hill for this evening,” said she; “but will you
do me a great favor and undertake the invitations? you ought to do something,
for you have no housekeeping to attend to as I have. We are going to have some
very grand people, conjurors, who have always something to say; and therefore
the old elf king wishes to make a great display.”

“Who is to be invited?” asked the raven.

“All the world may come to the great ball, even human beings, if they can only
talk in their sleep, or do something after our fashion. But for the feast the
company must be carefully selected; we can only admit persons of high rank;
I have had a dispute myself with the elf king, as he thought we could not admit
ghosts. The merman and his daughter must be invited first, although it may not
be agreeable to them to remain so long on dry land, but they shall have a wet
stone to sit on, or perhaps something better; so I think they will not refuse
this time. We must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and
the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the death-horse,3
or the grave-pig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy,
and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they
are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently.”

“Croak,” said the night-raven as he flew away with the invitations.

The elfin maidens we’re already dancing on the elf hill, and they danced in
shawls woven from moonshine and mist, which look very pretty to those who like
such things. The large hall within the elf hill was splendidly decorated; the
floor had been washed with moonshine, and the walls had been rubbed with magic
ointment, so that they glowed like tulip-leaves in the light. In the kitchen
were frogs roasting on the spit, and dishes preparing of snail skins, with children’s
fingers in them, salad of mushroom seed, hemlock, noses and marrow of mice,
beer from the marsh woman’s brewery, and sparkling salt-petre wine from the
grave cellars. These were all substantial food. Rusty nails and church-window
glass formed the dessert. The old elf king had his gold crown polished up with
powdered slate-pencil; it was like that used by the first form, and very difficult
for an elf king to obtain. In the bedrooms, curtains were hung up and fastened
with the slime of snails; there was, indeed, a buzzing and humming everywhere.

“Now we must fumigate the place with burnt horse-hair and pig’s bristles, and
then I think I shall have done my part,” said the elf man-servant.

“Father, dear,” said the youngest daughter, “may I now hear who our high-born
visitors are?”

“Well, I suppose I must tell you now,” he replied; “two of my daughters must
prepare themselves to be married, for the marriages certainly will take place.
The old goblin from Norway, who lives in the ancient Dovre mountains, and who
possesses many castles built of rock and freestone, besides a gold mine, which
is better than all, so it is thought, is coming with his two sons, who are both
seeking a wife. The old goblin is a true-hearted, honest, old Norwegian graybeard;
cheerful and straightforward. I knew him formerly, when we used to drink together
to our good fellowship: he came here once to fetch his wife, she is dead now.
She was the daughter of the king of the chalk-hills at Moen. They say he took
his wife from chalk; I shall be delighted to see him again. It is said that
the boys are ill-bred, forward lads, but perhaps that is not quite correct,
and they will become better as they grow older. Let me see that you know how
to teach them good manners.”

“And when are they coming?” asked the daughter.

“That depends upon wind and weather,” said the elf king; “they travel economically.
They will come when there is the chance of a ship. I wanted them to come over
to Sweden, but the old man was not inclined to take my advice. He does not go
forward with the times, and that I do not like.”

Two will-o’-the-wisps came jumping in, one quicker than the other, so of course,
one arrived first. “They are coming! they are coming!” he cried.

“Give me my crown,” said the elf king, “and let me stand in the moonshine.”

The daughters drew on their shawls and bowed down to the ground. There stood
the old goblin from the Dovre mountains, with his crown of hardened ice and
polished fir-cones. Besides this, he wore a bear-skin, and great, warm boots,
while his sons went with their throats bare and wore no braces, for they were
strong men.

“Is that a hill?” said the youngest of the boys, pointing to the elf hill,
“we should call it a hole in Norway.”

“Boys,” said the old man, “a hole goes in, and a hill stands out; have you
no eyes in your heads?”

Another thing they wondered at was, that they were able without trouble to
understand the language.

“Take care,” said the old man, “or people will think you have not been well
brought up.”

Then they entered the elfin hill, where the select and grand company were assembled,
and so quickly had they appeared that they seemed to have been blown together.
But for each guest the neatest and pleasantest arrangement had been made. The
sea folks sat at table in great water-tubs, and they said it was just like being
at home. All behaved themselves properly excepting the two young northern goblins;
they put their legs on the table and thought they were all right.

“Feet off the table-cloth!” said the old goblin. They obeyed, but not immediately.
Then they tickled the ladies who waited at table, with the fir-cones, which
they carried in their pockets. They took off their boots, that they might be
more at ease, and gave them to the ladies to hold. But their father, the old
goblin, was very different; he talked pleasantly about the stately Norwegian
rocks, and told fine tales of the waterfalls which dashed over them with a clattering
noise like thunder or the sound of an organ, spreading their white foam on every
side. He told of the salmon that leaps in the rushing waters, while the water-god
plays on his golden harp. He spoke of the bright winter nights, when the sledge
bells are ringing, and the boys run with burning torches across the smooth ice,
which is so transparent that they can see the fishes dart forward beneath their
feet. He described everything so clearly, that those who listened could see
it all; they could see the saw-mills going, the men-servants and the maidens
singing songs, and dancing a rattling dance,—when all at once the old goblin
gave the old elfin maiden a kiss, such a tremendous kiss, and yet they were
almost strangers to each other.

Then the elfin girls had to dance, first in the usual way, and then with stamping
feet, which they performed very well; then followed the artistic and solo dance.
Dear me, how they did throw their legs about! No one could tell where the dance
begun, or where it ended, nor indeed which were legs and which were arms, for
they were all flying about together, like the shavings in a saw-pit! And then
they spun round so quickly that the death-horse and the grave-pig became sick
and giddy, and were obliged to leave the table.

“Stop!” cried the old goblin, “is that the only house-keeping they can perform?
Can they do anything more than dance and throw about their legs, and make a

“You shall soon see what they can do,” said the elf king. And then he called
his youngest daughter to him. She was slender and fair as moonlight, and the
most graceful of all the sisters. She took a white chip in her mouth, and vanished
instantly; this was her accomplishment. But the old goblin said he should not
like his wife to have such an accomplishment, and thought his boys would have
the same objection. Another daughter could make a figure like herself follow
her, as if she had a shadow, which none of the goblin folk ever had. The third
was of quite a different sort; she had learnt in the brew-house of the moor
witch how to lard elfin puddings with glow-worms.

“She will make a good housewife,” said the old goblin, and then saluted her
with his eyes instead of drinking her health; for he did not drink much.

Now came the fourth daughter, with a large harp to play upon; and when she
struck the first chord, every one lifted up the left leg (for the goblins are
left-legged), and at the second chord they found they must all do just what
she wanted.

“That is a dangerous woman,” said the old goblin; and the two sons walked out
of the hill; they had had enough of it. “And what can the next daughter do?”
asked the old goblin.

“I have learnt everything that is Norwegian,” said she; “and I will never marry,
unless I can go to Norway.”

Then her youngest sister whispered to the old goblin, “That is only because
she has heard, in a Norwegian song, that when the world shall decay, the cliffs
of Norway will remain standing like monuments; and she wants to get there, that
she may be safe; for she is so afraid of sinking.”

“Ho! ho!” said the old goblin, “is that what she means? Well, what can the
seventh and last do?”

“The sixth comes before the seventh,” said the elf king, for he could reckon;
but the sixth would not come forward.

“I can only tell people the truth,” said she. “No one cares for me, nor troubles
himself about me; and I have enough to do to sew my grave clothes.”

So the seventh and last came; and what could she do? Why, she could tell stories,
as many as you liked, on any subject.

“Here are my five fingers,” said the old goblin; “now tell me a story for each
of them.”

So she took him by the wrist, and he laughed till he nearly choked; and when
she came to the fourth finger, there was a gold ring on it, as if it knew there
was to be a betrothal. Then the old goblin said, “Hold fast what you have: this
hand is yours; for I will have you for a wife myself.”

Then the elfin girl said that the stories about the ring-finger and little
Peter Playman had not yet been told.

“We will hear them in the winter,” said the old goblin, “and also about the
fir and the birch-trees, and the ghost stories, and of the tingling frost. You
shall tell your tales, for no one over there can do it so well; and we will
sit in the stone rooms, where the pine logs are burning, and drink mead out
of the golden drinking-horn of the old Norwegian kings. The water-god has given
me two; and when we sit there, Nix comes to pay us a visit, and will sing you
all the songs of the mountain shepherdesses. How merry we shall be! The salmon
will be leaping in the waterfalls, and dashing against the stone walls, but
he will not be able to come in. It is indeed very pleasant to live in old Norway.
But where are the lads?”

Where indeed were they? Why, running about the fields, and blowing out the
will-o’-the-wisps, who so good-naturedly came and brought their torches.

“What tricks have you been playing?” said the old goblin. “I have taken a mother
for you, and now you may take one of your aunts.”

But the youngsters said they would rather make a speech and drink to their
good fellowship; they had no wish to marry. Then they made speeches and drank
toasts, and tipped their glasses, to show that they were empty. Then they took
off their coats, and lay down on the table to sleep; for they made themselves
quite at home. But the old goblin danced about the room with his young bride,
and exchanged boots with her, which is more fashionable than exchanging rings.

“The cock is crowing,” said the old elfin maiden who acted as housekeeper;
“now we must close the shutters, that the sun may not scorch us.”

Then the hill closed up. But the lizards continued to run up and down the riven
tree; and one said to the other, “Oh, how much I was pleased with the old goblin!”

“The boys pleased me better,” said the earth-worm. But then the poor miserable
creature could not see.

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