The Sandman by Hans Christian Andersen as written in the Children's Golden Treasure Book Follow this site
There is no one in the whole world who knows so many stories as the Sandman. Oh ! his are delightful stories.
In the evening, when children are sitting quietly at the table, or on
their little stools, he takes off his shoes, comes softly upstairs,
opens the doorway gently, and all on a sudden throws dust into the
children's eyes. he then glides behind them, and breathes lightly, very
lightly upon their necks and their heads become oh, so heavy! But it
does them no harm, the the Sandman means it kindly; he only wants the
children to be quiet when they are in bed. When the children
are asleep, the Sandman sits down upon the bed; he is gaily dressed,
and his coat is of silk; but of what colour it is impossible to say,
for it seems now green, now red, now blue, according to the light.
Under each arm he holds an umbrella; one, which has pictures painted on
it he holds over the good children: it makes them have the most
delightful dreams all night long. The other, which has nothing on it,
he holds over naughty children, so that they sleep heavily, and awake
in the morning without having dreamed at all.
But
now I will let you hear what stories the Sandman told to a little boy
who was called Hialmar, to whom he came every evening for a whole week
through. There are seven stories altogether for as you know each week
has seven days and seven nights. Tonight I am putting the whole of
Monday and Tuesday into print. here at
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MONDAY
"Listen to me", said the Sandman, as soon as he had got Hialmar into bed. "Now I think I will decorate your bedroom." And all at once, as he was speaking, the flowers in the flower pots grew up into large trees, whose long branches reached the ceiling, and stretched around
the walls, the room looked like a beautiful arbour. All these branches
were full of flowers, and every flower was more beautiful even than a
rose, and had such a pleasant smell. Moreover if you could have tasted
them you would have found them more sweeter than preserves. Fruit that
shone like gold hung from the trees, as well as dumplings full of
currants: never was the like seen before. But, at the same time, a loud
wailing was heard in side the table drawer, this was the place were
Hialmar kept his school books. "What is the matter?" said the
Sandman, going up to the table and taking out the drawer. There lay the
slate, on which the figures were pressing and squeezing together,
because a wrong figure had got into the sum. The pencil hopped and
skipped about like a little dog; he wanted to help the sum but he could
not. And a little farther off lay Hialmar's copy book. A complaining and moaning came thence also, which was quite
unpleasant to hear; at the beginning of every line on each page there
stood a large letter with a little letter by its side. This was the
copy; and after them stood other letters intended to look like the
copy. Hialmar had written these; but they seemed to have fallen over
the lines, upon which they should have stood. "Look, this is the way you musy hold yourselves," said the copy. "Look, slanting just so, and turned round with a jerk." "Oh! we would do so willingly," said Hialmar's letters; "but we cannot, we are so badly made." "Then you shall have some of the children's powders," said the Sandman. "Oh no!" cried they, and stood so straight that it was a pleasure to see them.
"Well, I cannot tell you any more stories now," said the Sandman; "I
must drill these letters - right, left, right, left!" So he drilled the
letters till they looked as straight and perfect as only the letters in
a copy can be. However, after the Sandman had gone away, and when
Hialmar looked at them the next morning, they were as miserable and
badly formed as before.
The Little Sandman with the Umbrella by Peter Lemche (English)
The little sandman with the umbrella The friend of Snow White and Cinderella When you are sleepy, he takes your hand And guides you gently to fairyland.
Upon further study, I found that there are more lyrics to this song. It was written by Peter Lemche in 1873 and Ole Jacobsen wrote the melody the same year.
Before we go on to Tuesday's story, why not eat breafast, or supper and then go to Tuesday afterwards?.
Children's Golden Treasure Book
The Sandman by Hans Christian Andersen as written in the Children's Golden Treasure Book.
TUESDAY
As soon as Hialmar was in bed, the Sandman touched, with his little magic wand, all the pieces of furniture in the room; where upon they all began to talk. They all talked about themselves, except the spittoon, who stud quite still, and was much vexed at their being so vain - all talking about themselves, without ever thinking of him who stood so modestly in the corner, and suffered himself to be spat upon. Over the wardrobe there hung a large picture in a gilt frame; it was a landscape. There you might see tall trees, flowers blossoming in the grass, and a river that wound round the wood, passing many a grand old castle on its way to the sea. The Sandman touched the picture with his magic wand, and immediatly the birds began to sing, the boughs of the trees waved to and fro, and the clouds actually flew; one could see their shadows move over the landscape. The Sandman then lifted little Hialmar up to the frame, and Hialmar put his legs into the picture. There he stood amid the tall grass. He ran to the water's edge, and sat down in a little boat, pained red and white, with sails glittering like silver; Six swans with golden wreaths round their necks and bright blue starsupon their heads, drew the boat along, near a green wood, where the trees were telling stories about robbers and witches, and the flowers were talking of pretty little fairies, and what the butterflies had to say to them. Beautiful fishes, with scales like gold and silver, swam behind the boat, every now and then leaping up, so that the water was splashed over Hialmar's head; birds red and blue, great and small, flew after him in two long rows; the gnats danced, and the cockchafers said, "Boom, boom!" They all wished to accompany Hialmar, and every one of them had a story to tell. A pleasant voyage was that! The woods that were thick and gloomy, now like beautiful gardens beaming with flowers and sunshine. Large palaces built of glass or marble rose from among the tres; young princesses stood on the balbonies - they were all little girls whom Hialmar knew well, and with whom he had often played. They stretched out their hands to him, each holding a pretty image made of sugar, such as are seen in confectioners' shops. Hialmar seized the end of one of the little images as he sailed by, and a princess kept hold the other; so each got half - the princess the smaller, Hialmar the larger. At every castle little princes were keeping guard; they shouldered their golden scimitars, and showered downraisins and tin soldiers - these were true princes. Hialmar sailed sometimes through the woods, sometimes through large halls, or the middle of a town. Among others he passed through the town where his nurse lived, she who had brought him up from his infancy, and who loved him so much. She nodded and beckoned to him as he passed by, and sang the pretty verses she had herself composed and sent to him.
"How many, many hours I think on thee,
My own dear Hialmar, still my pride and joy! How have I hung delighted over thee, Kissing thy rosy cheeks, my darling boy?
Thy first low accents it was mine to hear, Today my farewell words to thee shall fly. Oh! may the Lord thy shield be ever near, And fit thee for a mansion in the sky!"
And all the birds sang with her, the flowers danced upon their stalks, and the old trees nodded their heads whilst the Sandman told stories to them also.
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The Sandman by Hans Christian Andersen as written in the Children's Treasure Book
Wednesday.
Oh how the rain was pouring down! Hialmar could hear it even in his sleep; and when the Sandman opened the window the water came in upon the ledge; there was quite a lake in front of the house, and on it was a splendid ship. "Will you sail with me, little Hialmar?" said the Sandman. "If you will, you shall visit foreign lands tonight, and be back here again by the morning." And now Hialmar dressed in his Sunday clothes, was in the ship; the weather immediately cleared up, and they floated down the street, round the church, and were soon sailing upon the wide open sea. They very quickly lost sight of the land, and could see only a number of storks, who had come from Hialmar's country, and were going to a warmer one. The storks were flying one under another, and were already far from land, when one of them was so weary that his wings could scarcely bear him up any longer; he was last in the train, and was soon far behind the others. He sank lower and lower, with his wings outspread; he still endeavoured to move them, but all was in vain; his wings touched the ship's cordage ; he slid down the sail, and -bounce! there he was stood on the desk. So the cabin boy put him into the place where the hens, ducks and turkeys were kept; the poor stork stood amongst them quite confounded. "Only look, what a foolish fellow! said all the hens. And the turkey-cock made himself as big as he could, and asked him who he was; and the ducks waddled backwards and pushed each other - "Quack, Quack!" The stork then told them about his warm Africa, about the pyramids, and about the ostrich, who races through the desert like a wild horse. But the ducks did not understand him, and again pushed each other, saying, "Do we not all agree in thinking him very stupid?" "Yes indeed he is stupid!" said the turkey-cock, and began to gobble. So, the stork was silent, and thought of his Africa. "You have really very pretty slender legs!" said the turkey-cock. "What did they cost you per yard?" "Quack, quack, quack," all the ducks began to titter; but the stork seemed not to have heard the question. "You might just as well have laughed with them, " said the turkey-cock to the stork, "for it was a capital joke! but then again maybe it wasn't high enough for you? Ah! ah! he has very grand ideas. Let us go on amusing ourselves." And then he gobbled, the hens cackled, and the ducks quacked; they made a horrid noise with their amusements. But Hialmar went to the hen house, opened the door and called the stork, who immediately jumped on the deck. He had now rested himself sufficiently; and bowed his head to Hialmar, as if to thank him. Then he spread his wings and flew away - whilst the hens cackled, the ducks quacked, and the turkey-cock turned as red as fire. "Tomorrow we will have you all made into soup!" said Hialmar; then he woke, and found himself in his little bed. A very strange journey the Sandman had taken him that night!
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The Sandman by Hans Christian Andersen as written in the Children's Treasure Book
Thursday.
I'll tell you what!" said the Sandman - "Don't be afraid, and you shall
see a little mouse!" And he held out his hand, with the pretty little
white animal in it, "She is come to invite you to a wedding; there are two
little mice, here who intend, this very night, to enter into matrimony.
They live under the floor of the dining room; theirs must be the
prettiest house." "But how can I get through the little hole?" asked Hialmar.
"Let me take care of that," he said. "I will make you very little!" and
he touched Hialmar with his magic wand, and he became smaller and
smaller, till at last he was no larger than his fingers. "Now you can
borrow the tin soldier's clothes; I think they will just fit you; and
it looks so grand to wear a uniform when you are in company." "Ah, yes!" said Hialmar, and in another moment he was dressed like the handsomest little tin soldier.
"Will you have the goodness to sit down on your mother's thimble?" said
the mouse. "I shall feel honoured by drawing you along." "What, will you really take so much trouble?" said Hialmar; and away they went to the mouse's wedding. They
first came to a long passage under the floor, which was high enough for
the thimble to be drawn along through it, and it was lit up with
toadstools throughout. "Is there not a pleasant smell here?" said
the mouse who was drawing the thimble. "The whole of the passage is
covered with bacon rind; there is nothing more delightful!"
They now entered the bridal apartment: the lady mice stood on the right
hand side, whispering together, seemingly very merry; on the left side
stood the gentlemen mice, who were all stroking their whiskers with
their paws. In the middle of the room, the bride and bridegroom were
seen standing in the scooped-out rind of a cheese, and kissing each
other incessantly before the eyes of all present. They were already
betrothed, and were to be married immediately. Strangers were
arriving every moment; the mice almost trod each other to death; and
the bridal pair had placed themselves just in the centre of the
doorway, so that one could neither get in or out. The whole room was,
like the passage, covered with rind of bacon; this seemed to be all the
entertainment given, for dessert, however, a pea was exhibited, in
which a little mouse, had bitten into it the initials of the couple who
were getting married, was this not an exquisite idea? All the mice agreed that the wedding had been extremely genteel, and the conversation delightful.
So now Hialmar returned home; he had certainly been in most
distinguished company; but still, he felt as though he had rather
lowered himself by becoming so small and wearing the uniform of a tin
soldier..
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The Sandman by Hans Christian Andersen as written in the Children's Treasure Book
Friday.
"It
is wonderful what a number of old people there are, always wanting to
have me with them," said the Sandman; "Especially those who have done
anything wicked." "Dear, good Sandman,' they say to me, ' we
cannot sleep a wink all night; we lie awake, and see all our bad deeds
sitting on the edge of the bed, like little ugly goblins, and
sprinkling hot water over us. If you would but come and drive them
away, so tht we could get a little sleep; and then they would sigh so
deeply, 'we will be sure to pay you well. Goodnight Sandman the money
is lying on the window ledge for you,' - but I do not come for money,"
said the Sandman. "Oh dear" said Hialmar, "What shall we do tonight?"
"Well, I do not know whether you would like to go again to a wedding?
The one of which I am speaking is quite different from the one
yesterday. Your sister's doll, the one that looks like a man, and is
called Herman, is going to marry the doll Bertha; Besides which it is a
birthday, so they will no doubt receive a great many presents."
"oh , yes I know that already," said Hialmar; "whenever the dolls want
new clothes, my sister calls it either their birthday or their wedding
day. They must certainly have been married a hundred times already."
"Yes, but tonight they will have been married for the hundred and first
time; and when it has come to that number, they can never be married
again. So this time the wedding will be a rather splendid affair! only
look!" And Hialmar looked upon the table, where stood the little
dolls house; the windows were lit up, and the tin soldiers presented
arms at the door. The bride and bridegroom were sitting on the ground,
and leaning against the leg of the table; they seemed very thoughtful;
there was, perhaps, good reason for being so. But the Sandman had,
meanwhile, put on his grandmother's black gown, and married them. When
the ceremony was over, all the furniture in the room began singing the
following pretty song, which had been written by the lead pencil, -
"Waft, gentle breeze, our kind farewell To the tiny house where the bridefolks dwel, With their skin of kid leather fitting so well; They are straight and upright as a tailor's ell. Hurrah, hurrah for beau and belle! Let echo repeat our kind farewell."
.And now presents were brought to them; all eatables, however, they declined accepting: love was enough for them to live upon.
"Shall we go to the country, or make a tour in some foreign land?"
asked the bridegroom. So the swallow, who had travelled a good deal,
and the old hen, who had hatched five broods of chickens, were
consulted. And the swallow spoke of those beautiful, warm countries
where bunches of grapes, large and heavy, hang on the vines; where the
air is so balmy, and the mountains of various hues such as are never
known here. "But then they may not have our green cabbages!"
exclaimed the hen. "One summer, I and all my chickens lived in the
country; there was a gravel pit in which we might scrape about;
besides, we had access to a garden, full of green cabbages. Oh , how
green they were! I cannot imagine anything more beautiful!" "Yes, but then one head of cabbage looks exactly like another," said the swallow; "and then it is often so wet here!" "One gets accustomed to that," said the hen. "But it is so cold, it freezes!"
"That that is good for the cabbages," said the hen; "besides which, it
can be warm sometimes. Did we not four years ago, have a summer which
lasted for five whole weeks? Why it was so hot that one could hardly
breathe. Then, too, we have not all the poisonous animals which they
have in foreign countries; and we are free from robbers. He is a
blockhead who does not think our country the most beautiful of all! He
does not deserve to live here!" And at these words, tears rolled down
the hen's cheeks. "I have travelled; I have been twelve miles in a
coop. There is no pleasure in travelling." "Yes, the hen is a
sensible animal!" said Bertha the doll. "I do not wish to travel over
the mountains; one is always going up and down! n No, we will go to the gravel pit, and walk in the garden, among the green cabbages." And so it was settled ..
"And it is here dear children that I am going to finish for tonight once more, tomorrow
night I will write you out Saturday and Sunday. On Saturday, the Sandman opened his umbrella spreading the picture over Hialmar. Oh what have we here, it's little Chinese men and women nodding their heads! Then on Sunday we have the last story. Sandman decides to tell Hialmar about his brother. I think you may find this a bit frightening. brrrrr!"
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The Sandman by Hans Christian Andersen as written in the
Children's Treasure Book
Saturday "Now may I have some stories?" asked Hialmar, as soon as the Sandman had put him to sleep. "We shall have no time for them this evening," said the Sandman, spreading his picture umbrella over him. "Look at these Chinese!" The umbrella resembled a large Chinese plate, with blue trees, and pointed bricks; little Chinese men and women stood nodding their heads among them. "By to-morrow morning all the world must be put in order," said the Sandman; "It is festival day - it is Sunday. I must go to the church tower to see whether the little spirits of the church are rubbing the bells, so as to make them ring merrily. I must away to the fields, to se that the winds are sweeping the dust off the grass and the leaves. "I must take down the stars, in order to brighten them. I put them into my apron , but first they must be numbered; and the holes in which they sit, up in the sky, must be numbered also, that every one may return to their proper place; else they would not sit firmly, and we should have to many falling stars, one coming down after another." "Listen to me, Mr Sandman," said an old portrait, which hung by the wall, near where Hialmar was sleeping. "Do you know that I am Hialmar's great - grandfather? I am much obliged to you for telling the boy stories; but you must not puzzle him. Stars can't be taken down and brightened; they are bodies like our earth." "Many thanks, old great - grandfather!" said the Sandman, many thanks. You are certainly very old, but I am older still! I am an old heathen; the Greeks and Romans called me the God of Dreams. I have been in families of the greatest distinction, and I go their still! I know how to deal with great and small! Now it is your turn; say what you please!" "So no one is allowed to speak one's mind! muttered the old portrait. And presently Hialmar awoke.
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To your right is a wonderful poem of the Sandman in German
The Sandman by Hans Christian Andersen as written in the Children's Treasure Book
Sunday "Good-evening!" said the Sandman; and Hialmar nodded his head to him, and jumped up to turn his great - grandfather's portrait to the wall, in order that he could not interrupt them, like yesterday. "Now you may tell me stories about, the five grren peas who ll lived in one pod; and about the cock courting hen; or about the darning needle that wanted to be fashionable, and fancied herself a fine needle." "One may have too much of a good thing, you know Hialmar. Tonight I want to show you my brother. He never comes more than once to anyone; and whomsoever he visits, he takes on his horse and tells him a story. Unlike me, he only knows two stories - One so unspeakably delightful, such as no one in the world can imagine anything so wonderful,; the other so dreadful, so horrible - it is not to be described." Then the Sandman lifted little Hialmar up to the window, saying, "This is my brother, he is the other Sandman, he is called Death! You can see that he is not as dreadful as they picture him in children's picture books, where he seems to be all bones. No, he wears clothes embroidered with silver; it is the most colourful of uniforms; a mantle of black velvet flies over his horse, behind him. See how he gallops!" And Hialmar saw the other Sandman ride on, and take old and young with him on his horse; some he placed in front, and others behind, but he always asked first, what sort of journal they had to show him; and all those who had "Very Good" written in it, were put in front of the horse and heard the story that was so delightful. But those who had "Pretty Good" or "Bad" inscribed in their journal were obliged to get up behind, and listen to the horrible story. They trembled and wept; they tried to jump down from the horse's back, but they could not do, for they were as firmly fixed on as if they had grown there, "Death is a most beautiful Sandman, said Hialmar. "I am not afraid of him." " there then you should be," said the Sandman; "only take care to have a good journel to show." "Ah, this is very instructive," muttered the Great - Grandfather's portrait. "It is always of use to give one's opinion." He was now satisfied.
These are a few of the stories of "The Sandman;" perhaps he may tell you more this very evening. XXX Diddily Dee Dot in Dreamland, Goodnight children everywhere.
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The room was so quiet
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around
the walls, the room looked like a beautiful arbour. All these branches
were full of flowers, and every flower was more beautiful even than a
rose, and had such a pleasant smell. Moreover if you could have tasted
them you would have found them more sweeter than preserves. Fruit that
shone like gold hung from the trees, as well as dumplings full of
currants: never was the like seen before. But, at the same time, a loud
wailing was heard in side the table drawer, this was the place were
Hialmar kept his school books.
quite
unpleasant to hear; at the beginning of every line on each page there
stood a large letter with a little letter by its side. This was the
copy; and after them stood other letters intended to look like the
copy. Hialmar had written these; but they seemed to have fallen over
the lines, upon which they should have stood.
Beautiful fishes, with scales like gold and silver, swam behind the boat, every now and then leaping up, so that the water was splashed over Hialmar's head; birds red and blue, great and small, flew after him in two long rows; the gnats danced, and the cockchafers said, "Boom, boom!" They all wished to accompany Hialmar, and every one of them had a story to tell.
and showered downraisins and tin soldiers - these were true princes. Hialmar sailed sometimes through the woods, sometimes through large halls, or the middle of a town. Among others he passed through the town where his nurse lived, she who had brought him up from his infancy, and who loved him so much. She nodded and beckoned to him as he passed by, and sang the pretty verses she had herself composed and sent to him.
"Will you sail with me, little Hialmar?" said the Sandman. "If you will, you shall visit foreign lands tonight, and be back here again by the morning."
yard?"
But Hialmar went to the hen house, opened the door and called the stork, who immediately jumped on the deck. He had now rested himself sufficiently; and bowed his head to Hialmar, as if to thank him. Then he spread his wings and flew away - whilst the hens cackled, the ducks quacked, and the turkey-cock turned as red as fire.
"Let me take care of that," he said. "I will make you very little!" and
he touched Hialmar with his magic wand, and he became smaller and
smaller, till at last he was no larger than his fingers. "Now you can
borrow the tin soldier's clothes; I think they will just fit you; and
it looks so grand to wear a uniform when you are in company."
e. "The whole of the passage is
covered with bacon rind; there is nothing more delightful!"
So now Hialmar returned home; he had certainly been in most
distinguished company; but still, he felt as though he had rather
lowered himself by becoming so small and wearing the uniform of a tin
soldier..
"Waft, gentle breeze, our kind farewell
So the swallow, who had travelled a good deal,
and the old hen, who had hatched five broods of chickens, were
consulted. And the swallow spoke of those beautiful, warm countries
where bunches of grapes, large and heavy, hang on the vines; where the
air is so balmy, and the mountains of various hues such as are never
known here.
e stories?" asked Hialmar, as soon as the Sandman had put him to sleep.
