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During his time and since other patriot scholars have made faithful records of the songs and tales which the old Finnish minstrels, the runolaulajat, chanted to the strains of the kantele. The mass of such material now gathered together in the archives of the Society of Finnish Literature at Helsingfors is imposing in bulk and of great importance to the student of comparative folklore.
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Finnish Fairy Tales - Parker Fillmore
Finnish Fairy Tales
Finnish Fairy Tales
NOTE
THE TRUE BRIDE
MIGHTY MIKKO
THE THREE CHESTS
LOG
THE LITTLE SISTER
THE FOREST BRIDE
THE ENCHANTED GROUSE
THE TERRIBLE OLLI
THE DEVIL’S HIDE
THE MYSTERIOUS SERVANT
FAMILIAR FACES
MIKKO, THE FOX
MIKKO THE FOX, part II
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Finnish Fairy Tales
Parker Fillmore
NOTE
The spirit of nationalism that swept over the small peoples of Europe in the early nineteenth century touched faraway Finland and started the Finns on the quest of the Finnish. There as elsewhere scholars who were also patriots found that the native tongue, lost to the educated and the well-to-do, had been preserved in the songs and stories which were current among the peasants. Elias Lönnrot spent a long and busy life collecting those ancient runos from which he succeeded in building up a national epic, the Kalevala . This is Lönnrot’s great contribution to his own country and to the world. Beside the material for the Kalevala Lönnrot made important collections of lyrics, proverbs, and stories.
During his time and since other patriot scholars have made faithful records of the songs and tales which the old Finnish minstrels, the runolaulajat , chanted to the strains of the kantele . The mass of such material now gathered together in the archives of the Society of Finnish Literature at Helsingfors is imposing in bulk and of great importance to the student of comparative folklore.
My own excursions into the Finnish have been made possible through the kindness and endless patience of my friend, Lydia Tulonen (Mrs. Kurt J. Rahlson). With her as a native guide I have been wandering some time through the byways of Finnish folklore. The present volume is the traveler’s pack I have brought home with me filled with strange treasures which will, I hope, seem as lovely to others as they seemed to me when first I came upon them.
The stories as I offer them are not translations but my own versions. Literal translations from the Finnish would make small appeal to the general reader. To English ears the Finnish is stiff, bald, and monotonous. One has only to read or attempt to read Kirby’s excellent translation of the Kalevala to realize the truth of this statement. So I make no apology for retelling these tales in a manner more likely to prove entertaining to the English reader, whether child or adult.
In some form or other all the tales in this book may be found in the various folklore collections made by Eero Salmelainen, one of the patriotic young scholars who followed in Lönnrot’s footsteps. His books were sponsored by the Society of Finnish Literature and used in its campaign to bring back the Finnish language to the Finns at a time when Swedish was the official language of the country.
Full of local color as these stories are, it would be vain to pretend that they are not, for the most part, variants of stories told the world over. All that I can claim for them is that they are dramatic and picturesque, that they are told with a wealth of charming detail which is essentially Finnish, and that they are certainly new to the generality of English readers. The Three Chests , so characteristic in feeling of a country famous for its lakes and marshes, is the variant of a German story which Grimm gives as Fitcher’s Bird . Of The Forest Bride I have found variants in the folklore of many lands. There are several very beautiful ones in the Russian; in other books I myself have retold two, one current among the Czechs and one among the Serbians; Grimm has two different versions in The Three Feathers and The Poor Miller’s Boy and the Cat ; and Madame d’Aulnoy has used the same story in her elaborate tale, The White Cat . There is a well-known Oriental version of Mighty Mikko in which the part of the fox is played by a jackal and I am sure that Mikko’s faithful retainer, though neither city-bred nor polished, is after all pretty closely related to that most debonnaire of Frenchmen, Puss in Boots . Perrault probably and Madame d’Aulnoy certainly are in turn indebted to Straparola. And so it goes.
The little cycle of animal stories included under Mikko the Fox will of course instantly invite comparison with the Beast Epic of Reynard the Fox . The two have many episodes in common and both have episodes to be found in Æsop and in those books of animal analogues, widely read in mediæval times, Physiologus and the Disciplina Clericalis of Petrus Alfonsus. The Reynard as we have it is a finished satire on church and state and in its present form has been current in Europe since the twelfth century. It was thought at one time that the animal stories found in Finland were debased versions of the Reynard stories, but scholars are now of opinion that they antedate Reynard and are similar to the earlier simpler stories upon which the Reynard cycle was originally built. This makes the little Finnish tales of great interest to the student. Needless to say I do not present them for this reason but because they seem to me charming merely as fables. The animals here are not the clerics and the judges and the nobles that the Reynard animals are, but plain downright Finnish peasants, sometimes stupid, often dull, frequently amusing, and always very human.
I have taken one liberty with spelling. I have transliterated Syöjätär, the name of the dread Finnish witch, as Suyettar. I have been unwilling to translate by the insufficient word, bath-house or vapor bath , that very characteristic institution of Finnish family life, the sauna , but have retained the Finnish word, sauna , allowing the context in each case to indicate the meaning.
THE TRUE BRIDE
There were once two orphans, a brother and a sister, who lived alone in the old farmhouse where their fathers before them had lived for many generations. The brother’s name was Osmo, the sister’s Ilona. Osmo was an industrious youth, but the farm was small and barren and he was hard put to it to make a livelihood.
Sister,
he said one day, I think it might be well if I went out into the world and found work.
Do as you think best, brother,
Ilona said. I’m sure I can manage on here alone.
So Osmo started off, promising to come back for his sister as soon as he could give her a new home. He wandered far and wide and at last got employment from the King’s Son as a shepherd.
The King’s Son was about Osmo’s age, and often when he met Osmo tending his flocks he would stop and talk to him.
One day Osmo told the King’s Son about his sister, Ilona.
I have wandered far over the face of the earth,
he said, and never have I seen so beautiful a maiden as Ilona.
What does she look like?
the King’s Son asked.
Osmo drew a picture of her and she seemed to the King’s Son so beautiful that at once he fell in love with her.
Osmo,
he said, if you will go home and get your sister, I will marry her.
So Osmo hurried home not by the long land route by which he had come but straight over the water in a boat.
Sister,
he cried, as soon as he saw Ilona, you must come with me at once for the King’s Son wishes to marry you!
He thought Ilona would be overjoyed, but she sighed and shook her head.
What is it, sister? Why do you sigh?
Because it grieves me to leave this old house where our fathers have lived for so many generations.
Nonsense, Ilona! What is this little old house compared to the King’s castle where you will live once you marry the King’s Son!
But Ilona only shook her head.
It’s no use, brother! I can’t bear to leave this old house until the grindstone with which our fathers for generations ground their meal is worn out.
When Osmo found she was firm, he went secretly and broke the old grindstone into small pieces. He then put the pieces together so that the stone looked the same as before. But of course the next time Ilona touched it, it fell apart.
Now, sister, you’ll come, will you not?
Osmo asked.
But again Ilona shook her head.
It’s no use, brother. I can’t bear to go until the old stool where our mothers have sat spinning these many generations is worn through.
So again Osmo took things into his own hands and going secretly to the old spinning stool he broke it and when Ilona sat on it again it fell to pieces.
Then Ilona said she couldn’t go until the old mortar which had been in use for generations should fall to bits at a blow from the pestle. Osmo cracked the mortar and the next time Ilona struck it with the pestle it broke.
Then Ilona said she couldn’t go until the old worn doorsill over which so many of their forefathers had walked should fall to splinters at the brush of her skirts. So Osmo secretly split the old doorsill into thin slivers and, when next Ilona stepped over it, the brush of her skirts sent the splinters flying.
I see now I must go,
Ilona said, for the house of our forefathers no longer holds me.
So she packed all her ribbons and her bodices and skirts in a bright wooden box and, calling her little dog Pilka, she stepped into the boat and Osmo rowed her off in the direction of the King’s castle.
Soon they passed a long narrow spit of land at the end of which stood a woman waving her arms. That is she looked like a woman. Really she was Suyettar but they, of course, did not know this.
Take me in your boat!
she cried.
Shall we?
Osmo asked his sister.
I don’t think we ought to,
Ilona said. We don’t know who she is or what she wants and she may be evil.
So Osmo rowed on. But the woman kept shouting:
Hi, there! Take me in your boat! Take me!
A second time Osmo paused and asked his sister:
Don’t you think we ought to take her?
No,
Ilona said.
So Osmo rowed on again. At this the creature raised such a pitiful outcry demanding what they meant denying assistance to a poor woman that Osmo was unable longer to refuse and in spite of Ilona’s warning he rowed to land.
Suyettar instantly jumped into the boat and seated herself in the middle with her face towards Osmo and her back towards Ilona.
What a fine young man!
Suyettar said in whining flattering tones. See how strong he is at the oars! And what a beautiful girl, too! I daresay the King’s Son would fall in love with her if ever he saw her!
Thereupon Osmo very foolishly told Suyettar that the King’s Son had already promised to marry Ilona. At that an evil look came into Suyettar’s face and she sat silent for a time biting her fingers. Then she began mumbling a spell that made Osmo deaf to what Ilona was saying and Ilona deaf to what Osmo was saying.
At last in the distance the towers of the King’s castle appeared.
Stand up, sister!
Osmo said. Shake out your skirts and arrange your pretty ribbons! We’ll soon be landing now!
Ilona could see her brother’s lips moving but of course she could not hear what he was saying.
What is it, brother?
she asked.
Suyettar answered for him:
Osmo orders you to jump headlong into the water!
No! No!
Ilona cried. He couldn’t order anything so cruel as that!
Presently Osmo said:
Sister, what ails you? Don’t you hear me? Shake out your skirts and arrange your pretty ribbons for we’ll soon be landing now.
What is it, brother?
Ilona asked.
As before Suyettar answered for him:
Osmo orders you to jump headlong into the water!
Brother, how can you order so cruel a thing!
Ilona cried, bursting into tears. Is it for this you made me leave the home of my fathers?
A third time Osmo said:
Stand up, sister, and shake out your skirts and arrange your ribbons! We’ll soon be landing now!
I can’t hear you, brother! What is it you say?
Suyettar turned on her fiercely and screamed:
Osmo orders you to jump headlong into the water!
If he says I must, I must!
poor Ilona sobbed, and with that she leapt overboard.
Osmo tried to save her but Suyettar held him back and with her own arms rowed off and Ilona was left to sink.
What will become of me now!
Osmo cried. When the King’s Son finds I have not brought him my sister he will surely order my death!
Not at all!
Suyettar said. Do as I say and no harm will come to you. Offer me to the King’s Son and tell him I am your sister. He won’t know the difference and anyway I’m sure I’m just as beautiful as Ilona ever was!
With that Suyettar opened the wooden box that held Ilona’s clothes and helped herself to skirt and bodice and gay colored ribbons. She decked herself out in these and for a little while she really did succeed in looking like a pretty young girl.
So Osmo presented Suyettar to the King’s Son as Ilona, and the King’s Son because he had given his word married her. But before one day was past, he called Osmo to him and asked him angrily:
What did you mean by telling me your sister was beautiful?
Isn’t she beautiful?
Osmo faltered.
No! I thought she was at first but she isn’t! She is ugly and evil and you shall pay the penalty for having deceived me!
Thereupon he ordered that Osmo be shut up in a place filled with serpents.
If you are innocent,
the King’s Son said, "the serpents will not harm you. If you are guilty