The Salad
HERE was once a merry young Huntsman, who went into the forest to hunt. He was gay and light-hearted, and whistled a tune upon a leaf as he went along.
Suddenly an ugly old Crone spoke to him, and said: ‘Good morning, dear Huntsman; you are merry and happy enough, while I am hungry and thirsty. Pray give me an alms.’
The Huntsman pitied the poor Old Woman, put his hand in his pocket, and made her a present according to his means.
Then he wanted to goon. But the Old Woman held him back, and said: ‘Hark ye, dear Huntsman, I will make you a present because of your good heart. Go on your way, and you will come to a tree, on which nine birds are sitting. They will have a cloak in their claws, over which they are fighting. Take aim with your gun, and shoot into the middle of them. They will drop the cloak, and one of the birds will fall down dead. Take the cloak with you, it is a wishing-cloak. When you throw it round your shoulders you only have to wish yourself at a place to be there at once. Take the heart out of the dead bird and swallow it whole, then you will find a gold coin under your pillow every single morning when you wake.’
The Huntsman thanked the Wise Woman, and thought: ‘She promises fine things, if only they turn out as well.’
When he had gone about a hundred paces, he heard above him, in the branches of a tree, such a chattering and screaming that he looked up.
There he saw a flock of birds tearing a garment with their