The Dwarf and the Blacksmith

Once upon a time there was a poor blacksmith who had no possessions

other than his wife and six children. He worked like a nigger from morn

to night, and it was all he could do to make both ends meet at the end

of each year.

One day he went to see a dying friend who lived some distance from the

village, and it was very late when he returned home. On the way the road

wound round a hill, at the foot of which lay a wood. As he turned the

corner of the road he heard a strange sound. In front of him, surrounded

by an embankment crowned with willow-trees, was a field flooded by

moonlight, where several little men with long beards were disporting

themselves. They were throwing their red caps in the air, and catching

them very skilfully on their toes.

Our blacksmith, who was not the bravest of mortals, dared not go on, and

hid himself behind a large tree among the bushes. After he had been

there some time there was a sudden silence, and quick as lightning all

the little dwarfs disappeared into the hill. On peering round him, the

blacksmith discovered that one dwarf remained behind. He seemed to be

looking for something. He saw him put his arm into a crack in the rock

several times and draw it out.

“This little fellow cannot harm me,” thought the smith; “I should very

much like to know what he is looking for.” Treading cautiously, he

approached the dwarf. He discovered that the dwarf’s hat had fallen into

the crack, and that his arm was not long enough to reach it. He

immediately pulled it out and handed it to him.

The little fellow thanked the smith, and said, “You will be rewarded for

what you have done for me to-day. We had a feast here to-day, during

which we are obliged to wear our caps on our heads. If I had lost mine I

should not have been able to attend the feasts for seven years.”

It goes without saying that the smith related his strange adventures to

his wife, and they were very curious to know how the dwarf would reward

them.

Every night before going to bed the blacksmith prepared the work which

he and his apprentice would begin the first thing in the morning.

Picture his surprise the next day, when he found that the work had been

done during the night, and by such skilled hands that there was no fault

to find with it. His assistant, still serving his apprenticeship, was

incapable of such work. Who the clever workman could be he failed to

discover.

When the same thing happened the following night, the smith and his wife

decided to keep watch. They wanted to find out how it was done.

The mystery was soon cleared up. Towards midnight, the smith, looking

through the chinks in the boards of the attic, saw the little dwarf

whose hat he had restored to him come in. The little fellow immediately

set to work, and worked without a pause till morning. It was splendid to

see how quickly he did it, and during this time he did more work than

the smith and his assistant could do in half a day.

This went on for some time. The smith sent away his assistant, although

his custom had increased, and he earned much money, so that he and his

wife and children enjoyed good times, and saved a large sum.

The smith and his wife very often watched the dwarf at his work, and

they consulted together to see in what way they could reward his

kindness. One day his wife said, “I have an idea; didn’t you notice last

time that his clothes looked rather shabby? I shall make him another set

of very fine material.” This was done. The wife made the dwarf a set of

clothes fit for a prince, and in the evening it was folded neatly and

placed on a chair in the smithy. The smith and his wife went into the

attic to see what would happen.

The dwarf was delighted with the clothes. He unfolded them and examined

them one by one, and his smiling face showed how pleased he was. He put

the garments on, and when he was dressed, he put on his little red hat

decorated with a feather.

He was as proud as a peacock, and greatly pleased with

himself. At length he turned to the door and disappeared, this time

without doing a stroke of work.

The blacksmith never saw the little imp again. The work prepared

overnight was no longer finished in the morning. The smith was obliged

to do the work himself, but his two eldest sons could help him now, and

so, thanks to the dwarf, they were always able to keep the wolf from the

door.