|Norwegian Fairy tales
THE CAT ON THE DOVREFELL
a time there was a man up in Finnmark who had caught a great white
bear, which he was going to take to the king of Denmark. Now, it so
fell out, that he came to the Dovrefell just about Christmas Eve, and
there he turned into a cottage where a man lived, whose name was
Halvor, and asked the man if he could get house-room there, for his
bear and himself.
'Heaven never help me, if what I say isn't
true!' said the man; 'but we can't give any one house-room just now,
for every Christmas Eve such a pack of Trolls come down upon us, that
we are forced to flit, and haven't so much as a house over our own
heads, to say nothing of lending one to any one else.'
said the man, 'if that's all, you can very well lend me your house; my
bear can lie under the stove yonder, and I can sleep in the side-room.'
he begged so hard, that at last he got leave to stay there; so the
people of the house flitted out, and before they went, everything was
got ready for the Trolls; the tables were laid, and there was rice
porridge, and fish boiled in lye, and sausages, and all else that was
good, just as for any other grand feast.
So, when everything was
ready, down came the Trolls. Some were great, and some were small; some
had long tails, and some had no tails at all; some, too, had long, long
noses; and they ate and drank, and tasted everything. Just then one of
the little Trolls caught sight of the white bear, who lay under the
stove; so he took a piece of sausage and stuck it on a fork, and went
and poked it up against the bear's nose, screaming out:
'Pussy, will you have some sausage?'
Then the white bear rose up and growled, and hunted the whole pack of them out of doors, both great and small.
year Halvor was out in the wood, on the afternoon of Christmas Eve,
cutting wood before the holidays, for he thought the Trolls would come
again; and just as he was hard at work, he heard a voice in the wood
'Well', said Halvor, 'here I am.'
'Have you got your big cat with you still?'
that I have', said Halvor; 'she's lying at home under the stove, and
what's more, she has now got seven kittens, far bigger and fiercer than
she is herself.'
'Oh, then, we'll never come to see you again', bawled out the Troll
away in the wood, and he kept his word; for since that time the
Trolls have never eaten their Christmas brose with Halvor on the