Andersen's Fairy Tales
The Story Of A Mother
A mother sat there with her little child. She was so downcast, so afraid that it should die! It
was so pale, the small eyes had closed themselves, and it drew its breath so softly, now and
then, with a deep respiration, as if it sighed; and the mother looked still more sorrowfully
on the little creature.
Then a knocking was heard at the door, and in came a poor old man wrapped up as in a
large horse-cloth, for it warms one, and he needed it, as it was the cold winter season!
Everything out-of doors was covered with ice and snow, and the wind blew so that it cut
As the old man trembled with cold, and the little child slept a moment, the mother went and
poured some ale into a pot and set it on the stove, that it might be warm for him; the old
man sat and rocked the cradle, and the mother sat down on a chair close by him, and looked
at her little sick child that drew its breath so deep, and raised its little hand.
"Do you not think that I shall save him?" said she. "Our Lord will not take him from me!"
And the old man--it was Death himself--he nodded so strangely, it could just as well
signify yes as no. And the mother looked down in her lap, and the tears ran down over her
cheeks; her head became so heavy--she had not closed her eyes for three days and nights;
and now she slept, but only for a minute, when she started up and trembled with cold.
"What is that?" said she, and looked on all sides; but the old man was gone, and her little
child was gone--he had taken it with him; and the old clock in the corner burred, and
burred, the great leaden weight ran down to the floor, bump! and then the clock also stood
But the poor mother ran out of the house and cried aloud for her child.
Out there, in the midst of the snow, there sat a woman in long, black clothes; and she said,
"Death has been in thy chamber, and I saw him hasten away with thy little child; he goes
faster than the wind, and he never brings back what he takes!"
"Oh, only tell me which way he went!" said the mother. "Tell me the way, and I shall find
"I know it!" said the woman in the black clothes. "But before I tell it, thou must first sing
for me all the songs thou hast sung for thy child! I am fond of them. I have heard them
before; I am Night; I saw thy tears whilst thou sang'st them!"
"I will sing them all, all!" said the mother. "But do not stop me now--I may overtake him--I
may find my child!"