How to Tell Stories to Children, And Some Stories to Tell by Sara Cone Bryant
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Hans and Schwartz went out every day, wasting their time in wickedness,
but they left Gluck in the house to work. And they lived on the gold and silver they had saved in Treasure Valley, till at last it was all gone. The only precious thing left was Gluck's gold mug. This the Black Brothers decided to melt into spoons, to sell; and in spite of Gluck's tears, they put it in the melting pot, and went out, leaving him to watch it. Poor little Gluck sat at the window, trying not to cry for his dear golden mug, and as the sun began to go down, he saw the beautiful cataract of the Golden River turn red, and yellow, and then pure gold. "Oh, dear!" he said to himself, "how fine it would be if the river were really golden! I needn't be poor, then." "It wouldn't be fine at all!" said a thin, metallic little voice, in his ear. "Mercy, what's that!" said Gluck, looking all about. But nobody was there. Suddenly the sharp little voice came again. "Pour me out," it said, "I am too hot!" It seemed to come right from the oven, and as Gluck stood, staring in fright, it came again, "Pour me out; I'm too hot!" Gluck was very much frightened, but he went and looked in the melting pot. When he touched it, the little voice said, "Pour me out, I say!" And Gluck took the handle and began to pour the gold out. |
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