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FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
SOUP FROM A SAUSAGE SKEWER
by Hans Christian Andersen
〃WE had such an excellent dinner yesterday；〃 said an old mouse
of the female sex to another who had not been present at the feast。 〃I
sat number twenty…one below the mouse…king； which was not a bad place。
Shall I tell you what we had？ Everything was first rate。 Mouldy bread；
tallow candle； and sausage。 And then； when we had finished that
course； the same came on all over again； it was as good as two feasts。
We were very sociable； and there was as much joking and fun as if we
had been all of one family circle。 Nothing was left but the sausage
skewers； and this formed a subject of conversation； till at last it
turned to the proverb； 'Soup from sausage skins；' or； as the people in
the neighboring country call it； 'Soup from a sausage skewer。' Every
one had heard the proverb； but no one had ever tasted the soup； much
less prepared it。 A capital toast was drunk to the inventor of the
soup； and some one said he ought to be made a relieving officer to the
poor。 Was not that witty？ Then the old mouse…king rose and promised
that the young lady…mouse who should learn how best to prepare this
much…admired and savory soup should be his queen； and a year and a day
should be allowed for the purpose。〃
〃That was not at all a bad proposal；〃 said the other mouse； 〃but
how is the soup made？〃
〃Ah； that is more than I can tell you。 All the young lady mice
were asking the same question。 They wished very much to be queen；
but they did not want to take the trouble of going out into the
world to learn how to make soup； which was absolutely necessary to
be done first。 But it is not every one who would care to leave her
family； or her happy corner by the fire…side at home； even to be
made queen。 It is not always easy to find bacon and cheese…rind in
foreign lands every day； and it is not pleasant to have to endure
hunger； and be perhaps； after all； eaten up alive by the cat。〃
〃Most probably some such thoughts as these discouraged the
majority from going out into the world to collect the required
information。 Only four mice gave notice that they were ready to set
out on the journey。 They were young and lively； but poor。 Each of them
wished to visit one of the four divisions of the world； so that it
might be seen which was the most favored by fortune。 Every one took
a sausage skewer as a traveller's staff； and to remind them of the
object of their journey。 They left home early in May； and none of them
returned till the first of May in the following year； and then only
three of them。 Nothing was seen or heard of the fourth； although the
day of decision was close at hand。 〃Ah； yes； there is always some
trouble mixed up with the greatest pleasure；〃 said the mouse…king； but
he gave orders that all the mice within a circle of many miles
should be invited at once。 They were to assemble in the kitchen； and
the three travelled mice were to stand in a row before them； while a
sausage skewer； covered with crape； was to be stuck up instead of
the missing mouse。 No one dared to express an opinion until the king
spoke； and desired one of them to go on with her story。 And now we
shall hear what she said。
WHAT THE FIRST LITTLE MOUSE
SAW AND HEARD ON HER TRAVELS
〃When I first went out into the world；〃 said the little mouse；
〃I fancied； as so many of my age do； that I already knew everything；
but it was not so。 It takes years to acquire great knowledge。 I went
at once to sea in a ship bound for the north。 I had been told that the
ship's cook must know how to prepare every dish at sea； and it is easy
enough to do that with plenty of sides of bacon； and large tubs of
salt meat and mouldy flour。 There I found plenty of delicate food； but
no opportunity for learning how to make soup from a sausage skewer。 We
sailed on for many days and nights； the ship rocked fearfully； and
we did not escape without a wetting。 As soon as we arrived at the port
to which the ship was bound； I left it； and went on shore at a place
far towards the north。 It is a wonderful thing to leave your own
little corner at home； to hide yourself in a ship where there are sure
to be some nice snug corners for shelter； then suddenly to find
yourself thousands of miles away in a foreign land。 I saw large
pathless forests of pine and birch trees； which smelt so strong that I
sneezed and thought of sausage。 There were great lakes also which
looked as black as ink at a distance； but were quite clear when I came
close to them。 Large swans were floating upon them； and I thought at
first they were only foam； they lay so still； but when I saw them walk
and fly； I knew what they were directly。 They belong to the goose
species； one can see that by their walk。 No one can attempt to
disguise family descent。 I kept with my own kind； and associated
with the forest and field mice； who； however； knew very little；
especially about what I wanted to know； and which had actually made me
travel abroad。 The idea that soup could be made from a sausage
skewer was to them such an out…of…the…way； unlikely thought； that it
was repeated from one to another through the whole forest。 They
declared that the problem would never be solved； that the thing was an
impossibility。 How little I thought that in this place； on the very
first night； I should be initiated into the manner of its preparation。
〃It was the height of summer； which the mice told me was the
reason that the forest smelt so strong； and that the herbs were so
fragrant； and the lakes with the white swimming swans so dark； and yet
so clear。 On the margin of the wood； near to three or four houses； a
pole； as large as the mainmast of a ship； had been erected； and from
the summit hung wreaths of flowers and fluttering ribbons； it was
the Maypole。 Lads and lasses danced round the pole； and tried to outdo
the violins of the musicians with their singing。 They were as merry as
ever at sunset and in the moonlight； but I took no part in the
merry…making。 What has a little mouse to do with a Maypole dance？ I
sat in the soft moss； and held my sausage skewer tight。 The moon threw
its beams particularly on one spot where stood a tree covered with
exceedingly fine moss。 I may almost venture to say that it was as fine
and soft as the fur of the mouse…king； but it was green； which is a
color very agreeable to the eye。 All at once I saw the most charming
little people marching towards me。 They did not reach higher than my
knee； they looked like human beings； but were better proportioned； and
they called themselves elves。 Their clothes were very delicate and
fine； for they were made of the leaves of flowers； trimmed with the
wings of flies and gnats； which had not a bad effect。 By their manner；
it appeared as if they were seeking for something。 I knew not what；
till at last one of them espied me and came towards me； and the
foremost pointed to my sausage skewer； and said； 'There； that is
just what we want； see； it is pointed at the top； is it not
capital？' and the longer he looked at my pilgrim's staff； the more
delighted he became。 'I will lend it to you；' said I； 'but not to
keep。'
〃'Oh no； we won't keep it！' they all cried； and then they seized
the skewer； which I gave up to them； and danced with it to the spot
where the delicate moss grew； and set it up in the middle of the
green。 They wanted a maypole； and the one they now had seemed cut
out on purpose for them。 Then they decorated it so beautifully that it
was quite dazzling to look at。 Little spiders spun golden threads
around it； and then it was hung with fluttering veils and flags so
delicately white that they glittered like snow in the moonshine。 After
that they took colors from the butterfly's wing； and sprinkled them
over the white drapery 〃which gleamed as if covered with flowers and
diamonds； so that I could not recognize my sausage skewer at all。 Such
a maypole had never been seen in all the world as this。 Then came a
great company of real elves。 Nothing could be finer than their
clothes； and they invited me to be present at the feast； but I was
to keep at a certain distance； because I was too large for them。
Then commenced such music that it sounded like a thousand glass bells；
and was so full and strong that I thought it must be the song of the
swans。 I fancied also that I heard the voices of the cuckoo and the
black…bird； and it seemed at last as if the whole forest sent forth
glorious melodies… the voices of children； the tinkling of bells；
and the songs of the birds； and all this wonderful melody came from
the elfin maypole。 My sausage peg was a complete peal of bells。 I
could scarcely believe that so much could have been produced from
it； till I remembered into what hands it had fallen。 I was so much
affected that I wept tears such as a little mouse can weep； but they
were tears of joy。 The night was far too short for me； there are no