Oh! - A Cossack Story





There was once a man who had one son, and he was so lazy that he would

not work at all. The father apprenticed him to a tailor, but the lad

went to sleep between the stitches. He apprenticed him to a cobbler

and the lad only sat and yawned instead of driving pegs. What to do

with him the man did not know.



"Come," said the father one day, "we will go out into the wide world.

It may be that somewhere or other we will find a master who can make

you work."



The lad was very good-natured. "Very well," said he, "I am willing";

and he arose and stretched himself and yawned, and then he was ready

to set out.



The father put on his cap and took a staff in his hand, and then he

was ready, too.



The two of them journeyed along together, in step and out of step, and

after a while they came to a deep wood. When they were well into it,

the father grew so weary that he had to sit down and rest.



"Oh! what have I done that I should have such a lazy son!" he cried.



At once a little old, wrinkled, weazened man, all dressed in green,

with a green face, green hair, and a green beard stood before them.



"Why did you call me," said he, "and what do you want?"



"I did not call you," answered the man.



"But you did call me, for I heard you. Did not you call 'Oh'? And that

is my name."



"I said, 'Oh, what have I done to have such a lazy son,'" replied the

man, "but I did not call you, for I did not know that was your name."



The Green one looked closely at the lad. "Is he so lazy?" he asked.

"He looks a stout, healthy fellow."



"That is the worst of it," answered the father. "He is so stout and

healthy that he eats me out of house and home, and not one stroke will

he do to pay for it. I have tried to apprentice him to different

masters, but they soon weary of him and drive him out."



"Very well; I will take him as an apprentice myself," answered the

little man. "Leave him here with me for a year. Come back at the end

of that time, and if you know him again and are able to choose him out

from among my other apprentices, then you shall take him home with

you, but if not, then he shall serve with me a year longer."



Very well, the father was willing to agree to that. It would only be

for a year, for of course he would recognize his own son anywhere. So

he left the lad with Oh and went on home again.



Oh took the lad down into the country that lies beneath this earth,

and the way was not long. There everything was green. Oh's house was

made of green rushes. His wife was green and his daughters were green

and his dog was green, and when they gave the lad food to eat, it was

green also.



The oldest daughter would have been a beauty if she had not been green

all over--eyes, hair, and all. As soon as she saw the lad she loved

him and would have been glad to have him for a husband, but he had no

fancy for her.



"When I marry," said he, "it shall be some girl who is good red and

white flesh and blood like myself."



"Never mind," said Oh. "After you have lived here for a while you will

be glad enough to have her for a wife."



The lad lived down in the under country for a year, and Oh taught him

much magic, and he was very useful to the old Green One.



But at the end of the year the father came back in search of his son.

He stopped at the very same spot in the forest where he had stopped

before and cried out in a loud voice, "Oh! Oh! I would like to see my

son."



At once Oh appeared before him. "Come with me," he said, "but remember

our bargain. If you know your son when you see him he is yours again,

but if you do not know him, then he must stay with me and serve me

still another year."



The man was very willing to agree, for it would be a strange thing if

he did not know his own son when he saw him.



Oh led him down the short way to the land that is under this, and when

he got there the man stared about him in wonder. Never had he seen so

many green things in all his life before.



Oh took a handful of corn and scattered it about, calling as he did

so. Then a great number of cocks that were pecking about the place

came running and began to pick up the corn.



"Tell me now, which of these is your son?" asked Oh, "for one of them

is he."



The man stared and scratched his head and stared again, but he could

not tell, for one cock was just like another. He had to own that he

could not tell which was his son.



"Very well," said Oh. "Then you will have to go home without him. Come

back at the end of another year, and then if you know him from his

mates you shall take him home with you, but if not then he shall stay

with me a twelvemonth longer."



That did not suit the man at all, but he could not say no, for that

was what the bargain had been.



At the end of the year the man came back to the forest again and

called upon Oh, and Oh was quickly before him.



"Come along," said Oh. "You surely ought to know your son when you see

him. If you do he shall go home with you, and I shall not say no to

it, but if not then he shall stay with me a year longer."



When the man heard this he was troubled, for he feared the Green One

meant to play some trick on him as he had before, and he wanted his

son home again, lazy or not. Moreover the lad's mother was grieving

for him.



Oh led the man down to the underworld and over to a field where a

flock of rams was grazing.



"All these are my servants," said Oh, "and one of them is your son.

Look well and tell me which is he, for unless you can choose him out

he must stay here with me."



The man looked and looked, but he could not tell which of the rams was

his son, for they all looked alike to him, so he had to go home

without him.



When the lad's mother heard of this second trick the Green One had

played on her husband she wept bitterly. "If we cannot find some way

to get round him, we will never have the lad back again," she said.



"That is true," said the man; "but if our son looks like a cock, how

can I tell him from other cocks; and if he looks like a ram, how can I

tell him from other rams?"



Well, time slipped by, and the man and his wife grew poorer and

poorer, for they were growing old, and they needed a young body in the

house to work for them.



When it was about time for the man to set out for Oh's house his wife

said to him, "See now! we have nothing left in the house but a small

loaf and a bit of honeycomb. But we can do better than fill our

stomach with them. Do you take them to the old Wise Woman who lives

over beyond the hill. Tell her they are a gift, and then ask her what

we can do to meet the tricks of the little old Green One."



The man did as his wife bade him, though he was hungry and would have

been glad of a bit of the bread himself.



The Wise Woman was pleased with the gift, and thanked the man kindly.

Then the man told her all his troubles and asked her how he was to get

his son back again from Oh.



"Listen!" said the old woman. "Oh would gladly keep your son with him

as a husband for his daughter, and if you do not bring the lad away

with you this time, you will never have him back. This time Oh will

show you a flock of doves, and one of them will be your son. Look

closely at them, and the one that has tears in its eyes is he, for

only a human soul can weep."



The father thanked the old woman and hurried back home again, and very

soon after it was time to set out for Oh's house.



The man travelled along till he came to the wood and the place where

he had come twice already, and he stood there and cried, "Oh! Oh!"



Then Oh appeared before him. "Here I am," said Oh, "ready and waiting

for you. This time, as before, I tell you that if you know your son

when you see him you shall take him away with you, but if, this time,

you do not know him, then he is mine forever."



"Very well," said the man, "that is a bargain."



Then Oh took him down to the underworld. He called to a flock of doves

that was perched on the roof and scattered a handful of peas on the

ground for them. The doves flew down all about them and began to peck

up the peas; but one dove would not eat but sat mournfully on a low

bough and looked at them, and its eyes were full of tears.



"This one is my son," cried the man, pointing to the dove that wept.



As soon as he said this the dove changed its shape and became a young

man, and this was the son, though he had become so fine and tall and

handsome in these three years that his father could scarcely recognize

him.



Then Oh was in a fine rage. He danced with fury and tore his beard.



"Very well," he cried, "he is yours now, but you shall not keep him

long, and when I once get him back again he is mine forever."



But the lad paid no heed to his threats. He and his father were soon

on the upper earth again, and they set out for home, one foot before

the other.



On the way the father told the lad how badly it had gone with him and

the mother in the past years; of how poor they were, and of how their

hut was tumbling to pieces, and how their cow had died.



"Never mind," said the lad. "I learned quite a bit of magic from the

Green One, and that should help us out now. Do you hear the huntsmen

winding their horns farther on in the open?"



Yes, the father heard them.



"I will turn myself into a greyhound," said the lad. "The hunt is

coming this way, and when the huntsmen see me they will want to buy

me. Ask them three hundred dollars for me; no more, no less, but when

they take me do not leave the leash on me, whatever you do. Take it

off and put it in your pocket, and then all will be well with me. Fail

to do this, and misfortune will surely overtake me."



The father promised to do as the son said, and then the lad turned

himself into a greyhound, and he was so sleek and handsome that the

man could not admire him enough; but about his neck was an old, worn

leash that did not look as though it were worth a penny. It seemed a

pity to leave it on the neck of such a handsome dog.



The man went on a little further and then he came to where a grand

nobleman and his friends were hunting a hare. They had a pack of dogs

with them but the hare had outrun them.



When the nobleman saw the man and the greyhound he stopped his horse.



"That is a fine greyhound you have there."



"Yes, it is," answered the man.



"Do you think it could course down the hare we are chasing?"



Yes, the man was sure it could.



"Then let me have it and I will pay you a good price for it."



Very well, he could have it for three hundred dollars, but that was

without the leash; the leash was not for sale.



The nobleman laughed aloud, "when the dog is mine," he said, "he shall

have a golden leash, for that one you have is fit for nothing but the

ash heap."



The nobleman then paid the man three hundred dollars and unfastened

the leash from the dog's neck.



Away he flew like the wind and soon caught the hare. But when the

hunters reached the spot where the hare lay they could see nothing of

the dog. Only a tall and handsome youth stood there, and he was

flushed and hot as though he had been running.



"Have you seen my greyhound, a sleek and handsome dog?" asked the

nobleman.



No, the youth had not seen any dog.



The nobleman called and whistled, and he and his huntsman hunted far

and near, but they never found the greyhound.



As for the lad he set out on the road his father had taken and soon

caught up with him.



"That was a very pretty trick," said the father; "but after all three

hundred dollars is not much. It will barely buy us a cow and clothes

and put a new roof on the hut."



"Yes, but that is not the only trick I know," answered the son. "Look

at the hill over yonder and tell me what you see."



The father looked. "I see a company of fine ladies and gentlemen,"

answered the father, "and they are flying their falcons."



"I will change myself into a falcon, and when you have come to where

they are you shall loose me, and I will strike down a quail. Then they

will want to buy me. Sell me for three hundred dollars, no more, no

less. But whatever you do take off my hood and keep it, or misfortune

will surely overtake us."



The father promised he would do this, and then the lad turned himself

into a falcon and perched upon his father's hand.



Presently the father came up to where the ladies and gentlemen were at

their sport. They loosed their falcons, and the falcons flew after the

quail, but always they failed to strike, and the quail escaped.



"That is poor sport," said the man. "I can show you better."



He took off the hood and cast his falcon at the quail, and it quickly

struck down its prey.



The gentlemen and ladies were astonished at the quickness of the

falcon and at the beauty of its feathers.



"Sell us the bird," they said.



Yes, the man was willing to do that, but his price was three hundred

dollars without the hood; the hood was not for sale for love nor

money.



All the fine folk began to laugh. "What do we want with that old

hood?" they cried. "We will give the bird a hood that is worthy of a

king."



So the man took the three hundred dollars and the hood and went on his

way.



The one who had bought the falcon cast it at a quail, and it struck

down its prey as before, but when the hunters reached the place where

the birds had fallen they saw no falcon, but only a handsome young man

who stood there looking down at the dead quail.



"What became of the falcon that was here?" they asked.



But the youth had seen no falcon.



He set out and soon overtook his father, who had not gone far. "And

now art thou content?" he asked.



"Six hundred dollars is not a fortune," answered the man. "Since you

have done so well you might have done better."



"Very well," answered the son. "We are now coming to a town where they

are holding a fair. I will change myself into a horse, and you shall

take me there and sell me for a thousand dollars,--no more, no less.

But heed what I say. Do not sell the halter whatever you do, or evil

will surely come of it."



"Very well," said the father. "I will remember."



The son then changed himself into a coal-black horse. His skin was

like satin, his eyes like jewels, and when he moved, his hoofs

scarcely seemed to touch the ground. But around his neck was an old

leather halter that was scarcely fit for an old farm nag.



The father led the horse on to where the fair was being held, and at

once a crowd gathered around him, all bidding for the horse. Some

offered him more and some less.



"The price is a thousand dollars," said the father, "no more, no less.

But that is without the halter."



Then the people all laughed. "Who wants the halter?" they cried. "What

we offer is for the horse alone. The halter we would not take as a

gift."



Then a rough looking, black-haired gypsy elbowed his way through the

crowd. He was really the Green One who had taken on this form, though

this the man did not know.



"I will give you two thousand," he cried. "One thousand for the horse

and one thousand for the halter, but I will not have one without the

other."



When the crowd heard this they laughed louder than ever. They thought

the gypsy was crazy to offer such a price.



As for the father he stood there gaping and he did not know what to

do.



"The price of the horse is a thousand dollars," he said.



"And a thousand for the halter," said the gypsy.



Well, two thousand dollars seemed a fortune to the man. Moreover he

did not see what harm it could do to sell the halter too.



So he let the gypsy have the horse and the halter as well, and the

gypsy paid him two thousand dollars and led the horse away.



And now the lad could not change himself back into his human shape,

because the halter held him, and this Oh knew very well.



He led the horse back to the forest and down to the world that is

under this. "Now I have you again," he said, "and this time you shall

not escape me."



Then he called to his youngest daughter and bade her take the horse

down to the river to drink.



When she had brought the horse to the river bank it said to her.

"Loosen, I pray of thee, the halter, that I may drink more easily."



Then the girl, who was a stupid wench, loosened the halter. At once

the lad slipped out of it and changed himself into a perch and fled

away down the river.



But the Green One knew what had happened. He rushed down to the river

and changed himself into a pike and pursued after the perch.



On and on they went, but the pike swam faster than the perch and was

just about to catch it when the perch sprang clear out of the water.



The daughter of the Tsar was walking by the river, and she was such a

beauty that it made the heart ache to look at her. On her arm she

carried a basket.



As the perch leaped he changed himself into a ruby ring and fell into

the basket.



The damsel was very much astonished to see the ring in her basket. She

did not know where it had come from. She looked up, and she looked

down, but she could see no one who could have thrown the ring.



Then she took it up and slid it upon her finger, and at once she loved

it as she had never loved anything in all her life before.



She carried it to her father and said to him, "Look what a pretty ring

I have found!"



"Yes," answered her father, "but where did you find it?"



"I found it in my basket, but how it came there I do not know."



The Tsaritsa's mother also admired the ring very much. Never had they

seen such a brilliant and flashing ruby before.



Now at first, after the perch leaped out of the river and into the

Tsaritsa's basket, Oh did not know what had become of him. He was

obliged to go home and get out his magic books, and then he soon

learned where the lad was.



He then changed himself into a venerable merchant, clothed in velvet

robes and with a long white beard. He broke a stick from an ash tree

and changed it into a horse, and mounted on it and rode away to the

Tsar's palace.



Then he asked to speak with the Tsar, and so old and venerable did he

look that they would not refuse him, but brought him before the Tsar.



"What dost thou want, old man?" asked the Tsar.



"Your majesty," answered the Green One, "I have had a great loss. I

was crossing the river in a boat, and I had with me a very handsome

ruby ring that I was carrying with me to my master, who is also a

Tsar. Unfortunately I lost the ring overboard, and I thought it might

perchance have washed up on the shore and have been picked up by one

of thy servants."



"What was thy ring like?" asked the Tsar.



Then the pretended merchant described the Tsaritsa's ring exactly.



The Tsar sent for his daughter, and she came with the ring on her

finger, for she would not take it off, either night or day.



"Let me see thy ring," said the Tsar.



He took her hand in his and examined the ring carefully, and it was in

every respect exactly as the Green One had described it.



"Is this thy ring?" the Tsar asked of the merchant.



"Yes, your majesty, it is."



"Then," said the Tsar to his daughter, "it is right that thou shouldst

return it to him."



The Tsaritsa wept and implored. She offered the merchant her pearls

and every other gem she had if he would but let her keep the ring, but

he refused.



"Very well, then, it shall be neither thine nor mine," cried the

Tsaritsa, and she drew the ring from her finger and dashed it against

the wall.



At once the ring changed into a hundred millet seeds and was scattered

all over the floor.



But the Green One as quickly changed himself into a cock and ran about

this way and that, pecking up the millet seeds and swallowing them.

Ninety-nine millet seeds he found and ate, but the hundredth he did

not find, because it had fallen beside the Tsaritsa's foot, and the

hem of her robe covered it.



As soon as the cock had swallowed the ninety-ninth seed he sprang upon

the window sill, and stretched his neck and crowed with triumph.



But the hundredth seed was really the lad, and in that moment he

changed himself back into his human form, and before the cock knew

what had happened, he caught hold of it and wrung its neck and that

was the end of Oh and his magic.



As for the Tsaritsa, no sooner had she seen the lad than her heart

went out to him, and she loved him even better than she had her ring,

and she declared that he and he only should be her husband.



The Tsar did not know what to say to that, for it did not seem fitting

that his daughter should marry a common man. But the Tsaritsa begged

and plead with him till he could no longer withstand her.



So she and the lad were married with great pomp and magnificence.



His old father and mother were bidden to the wedding, and they could

hardly believe their eyes when they saw their son stand there in those

costly robes with a crown upon his head and the Tsaritsa beside him as

his bride.



The old people were given a house to live in and plenty of money to

spend, and they all lived in peace and happiness forever after.





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