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THE KNIGHTS OF CAMELOT.
I wonder if this old gentleman was ever a knight at
King Arthur's Round Table in Camelot.
Sir Nicketty Nox
Sir Nicketty Nox was an ancient knight, So old was he that he'd lost his sight. Blind as a mole, and slim as a fox, And dry as a stick was Sir Nicketty Nox.
His sword and buckler were old and cracked, So was his charger and that's a fact. Thin as a rake from head to hocks, Was this rickety Nag of Sir Nicketty Nox.
A wife he had and daughters three, And all were as old as old could be. They mended the shirts and darned the socks Of that old Antiquity, Nicketty Nox.
Sir Nicketty Nox would fly in a rage If anyone tried to guess his age. He'd mouth and mutter and tear his locks, This very pernickety Nicketty Nox.
I like the similarity with Fox in Sock's from Dr. Seuss (SEE VIDEO BELOW)
But course, this short but lovely poem was written by Hugh Chesterman, who was a wonderful children's author. He was born in 1884 and died during the years of ww2. but as this would have made him 56 when ww2 broke out I am not sure if he was killed in action. He published many poems during the
1920s and 30s. He wrote books as well as poems, as well as producing a
children's magazine called the Merry Go Round, published in Oxford with
his great friend Basil Blackwell.
He lived in Islip, Oxfordshire, UK,
and was married to Sylvia, they had two daughters - Jenifer (Brown) and
Elizabeth (Swinnerton). He is now survived by his grand-children and great grand children.
COREY'S CASTLE BRINGS TO YOUR SCREEN
TWENTY FOUR WONDERFUL
HORRIBLE HISTORIES OF EUROPE
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ON SARAH SAGE'S PAGE
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A Little Chinese Story from
T h e B a l d w i n P r o j e c t
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THE "CRIMSON EYEBROWS"
WITH the opening of the Christian era a usurper came to the Chinese throne. In the year 1 B.C.the emperor Gaiti died, and Wang Mang, a powerful official, joined with the mother of the dead emperor to
seize the power of the state. The friends and officials of Gaiti were ruined and disgraced, and in the year 1
A.D. a boy of nine years was raised to the throne as nominal emperor, under whose shadow
Wang Mang ruled supreme. Money was needed for the ambitious upstart, and he obtained it by robbing the graves
of former monarchs of the jewels and other valuables buried with them. This, from the Chinese point of view,
was a frightful sacrilege, yet the people seem to have quietly submitted to the violation of the imperial
Five years passed away, and the emperor reached the age of sixteen. He might grow troublesome in a year or two
more. Wang Mang decided that he had lived long enough. The poisoned cup, which seems to have been always ready
in the Chinese palace, was handed to the boy by the usurper himself. Drinking it unsuspiciously, the
unfortunate youth was soon lying on the floor in the agonies of death, while the murderer woke the palace
halls with his cries of counterfeit grief, loudly bewailing the young emperor's sad fate, and denouncing
heaven for having sent this sudden and fatal illness upon the royal youth.
To keep up appearances, another child was placed upon the throne. A conspiracy against the usurper was now
formed by the great men of the state, but Wang Mang speedily crushed plot and plotters, rid himself of the new
boy emperor in the same arbitrary fashion as before, and, throwing off the mask he had thus far worn, had
himself proclaimed emperor of the realm. It was the Han dynasty he had in this arbitrary fashion brought to an
end. He called his dynasty by the name of Sin.
But the usurper soon learned the truth of the saying, "uneasy lies the head that wears a crown." The Tartars
of the desert defied his authority, broke their long truce, and raided the rich provinces of the north, which
had enjoyed thirty years of peace and prosperity. In this juncture Wang Mang showed that he was better fitted
to give poison to boys than to meet his foes in the field. The Tartars committed their ravages with impunity,
and other enemies were quickly in arms. Rebellions broke out in the east and the south, and soon, wherever the
usurper turned, he saw foes in the field or lukewarm friends at home.
The war that followed continued for twelve years, the armies of rebellion, led by princes of the Han line of
emperors, drawing their net closer and closer around him, until at length he was shut up within his capital
city, with an army of foes around its walls. The defence was weak, and the victors soon made their way through
the gates, appearing quickly
 at the palace doors. The usurper had reached the end of his troubled reign, but at this fatal juncture had not
the courage to take his own life. The victorious soldiers rushed in while he was hesitating in mortal fear,
and with a stroke put an end to his reign and his existence. His body was hacked into bleeding fragments,
which were cast about the streets of the city, to be trampled underfoot by the rejoicing throng.
45 BC - AD 23
It is not, however, the story of Wang Mang's career that we have set out to tell, but that of one of his foes,
the leader of a band of rebels, Fanchong by name. This partisan leader had shown himself a man of striking
military ability, bringing his troops under strict discipline, and defeating all his foes. Soldiers flocked to
his ranks, his band became an army, and in the crisis of the struggle he took a step that made him famous in
Chinese history. He ordered his soldiers to paint their eyebrows red, as a sign that they were ready to fight
to the last drop of their blood. Then he issued the following proclamation to the people: "If you meet the
'Crimson Eyebrows,' join yourselves to them; it is the sure road to safety. You can fight the usurper's troops
without danger; but if you wish for death you may join Wang Mang's army."
The end of the war was not the end of the "Crimson Eyebrows." Fanchong was ambitious, and a large number of
his followers continued under his flag. They had aided greatly in putting a Han emperor on the throne, but
they now became his most formidable foes, changing from patriots into brigands,
 and keeping that part of the empire which they haunted in a state of the liveliest alarm.
Against this thorn in the side of the realm the new emperor sent his ablest commander, and a fierce campaign
ensued, in which the brigand band stubbornly fought for life and license. In the end they suffered a crushing
defeat, and for the time sank out of sight, but only to rise again at a later date.
The general who had defeated them, an able prince of the Han family, followed up his victory by seizing the
throne itself and deposing the weak emperor. The latter fled to the retreat of the remnant of the brigand
band, and begged their aid to restore him to the throne, but Fanchong, who had no idea of placing a greater
than himself at the head of his band, escaped from the awkward position by putting his guest to death.
Soon after the "Crimson Eyebrows" were in the field again, not as supporters of an imperial refugee, but as
open enemies of the public peace, each man fighting for his own hand. While the new ruler was making himself
strong at Loyang, the new capital, Fanchong and his brigands seized Changnan, Wang Mang's old capital, and
pillaged it mercilessly. Making it their head-quarters, they lived on the inhabitants of the city and the
surrounding district, holding on until the rapid approach of the army of the emperor admonished them that it
was time to seek a safer place of retreat.
The army of the brigand chief grew until it was believed to exceed two hundred thousand men, while their
excesses were so great that they were
every-  where regarded as public enemies, hated and execrated by the people at large. But the career of the "Crimson
Eyebrows" was near its end. The emperor sent against them an army smaller than their own, but under the
command of Fongy, one of the most skilful generals of the age. His lack of numbers was atoned for by skill in
manœuvres, the brigands were beaten in numerous skirmishes, and at length Fongy risked a general engagement,
which ended in a brilliant victory. During the crisis of the battle he brought up a reserve of prisoners whom
he had captured in the previous battles and had won over to himself. These, wearing still the crimson sign of
the brigands, mingled unobserved among their former comrades, and at a given signal suddenly made a fierce
attack upon them. This treacherous assault produced a panic, and Fanchong's army was soon flying in disorder
Terms were now offered to the brigand chief, which he accepted, and his army disbanded, with the exception of
some fragments, which soon gathered again into a powerful force. This Fongy attacked and completely dispersed,
and the long and striking career of the "Crimson Eyebrows" came to an end.
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COREY BRINGS YOU A GHOST STORY. "JUST FOR FUN."
Strange tales were afloat in the village - a "Ghost" had been seen, and not once only, but several times. The first who saw it was old Mrs. Hawkins, as she was crossing the Common one evening after dusk. "My dear," she said to her daughter Lizzie, afterwards, when describing the 'apparition,' "I don't believe I shall ever get over the shock - you could have knocked me down with a feather." "Nonsense Mother !" said sensible Lizzie who was no believer in ghosts. "I can guess what it is ; It is one of those Boy Scouts up to their pranks again. I will just step round to Mrs Soames, she has two boys in the Scouts and make some inquiries."
Lizzie was true to her word, but although she questioned Maggie and Tommy, she was no nearer to getting to the bottom of the mystery. "I'll tell you what we will do," said Reggie Soames, who was one of the leading Boy Scouts in the village of Westfleet; "we will find the ghost for you and when we catch him we will make him feel pretty sorry for himself - you mark my words!" A meeting of the Scouts was called; and a ghost hunt was decided upon. But search as they might, no ghost could they find, although now fully half a dozen people now declared they had seen the ghost. Then something happened which roused every Boy Scout in the village to anger. Poor little Nellie Simmons, the policeman's daughter was seriously frightened.
It was a moonlit night, and she had been to post a letter for her mother, ( the pillar-box was situated at a rather lonely corner of the road), when suddenly the ghost appeared to her , all shrouded in white. She gave a loud scream of terror, and rushed homewards as fast as her little trebling legs could carry her.
Police Constable Simmons was very angry, and determined to solve the mystery; but the honour of the 'find' fell to the Boy Scouts. Said Tommy Soames one evening when the boys were discussing the matter, "I have an idea." "Well out with it !" cried one of the lads good naturedly "You don't have many, so we'd like to hear what it is." "I vote we search the woods tonight," replies Tommy, in no wise offended. "The woods!" cried Phil Weston , who was carrying the lantern; "Why it has never been seen in the woods." "All the more reason to look there; it doesn't often appear twice in the same place." The idea presently met with all their approval and forthwith to the woods the lads made their way. They searched and searched but all in vain; but just as they were giving up in despair, Tommy Soames caught sight of something white in between the trees. "I - I - see it! he gasped, his courage sinking down almost into his boots. "Look - look! There it is !" Another moment, and each Boy Scout had caught sight of the ghost "Cover the lantern !" was the order given by the leader in a loud whisper. "Wait till it comes closer, and then make a dash forward!"
The command was obeyed to the letter. On and on came the unsuspecting ghost, nearer and nearer to the watchful eyes of the Scouts. Then at a word, the lantern was flashed full onto the white shrouded figure, proving the ghost to be nothing more or less than flesh and blood, a boy just like themselves.
One or two of the Scouts were inclined to treat the matter as a huge joke, not so Reggie Soames. "Hello Mr. Ghost," he cried "We have you this time! Why, I declare " he added, it is you Willie Barton! I wonder you aren't ashamed of yourself !" There was a stinging contempt in the tone of Reggies voice. The boy who was a relatively new-comer to the village, at first had no word to say for himself. The sheet with which he was covered was roughly dragged from him from him, and when he stood stripped of his ghost like attire, he felt very small indeed. "You are a coward, Berton - that's what you are!" went on Reggie, "scaring women and children the way you have done lately." Then Berton found his voice. "I didn't mean any harm." he faltered. I - I only did it just for fun.
"Oh, so you think it was fun, do you." Cried Reggie, "Fun to frighten little Nellie Simmons nearly into a fit. Perhaps you don't know that she's been ill ever since."
"No. . . really?" Berton looked troubled and uneasy. "I really am most awfully sorry, I only meant it for a practical joke." "Well it was a very poor sort of joke," said one of the other lads; and Berton presently thought so too. Shortly after this , the ghost was allowed to take his departure home, and the Boy Scouts returned to the village in triumph to spread their news.
For almost a week following this incident poor Berton had a sorry time, the village folk showing their disapproval of his conduct in very marked fashion. Then something happened! Little Nellie Simmons, whilst at play with some of her school friends near the mill stream, tumbled into the water, and was in imminent danger of drowning. Young Willie Berton who happened at that very moment to pass by, jumped in to her rescue, without any thought of personal danger. and being a strong swimmer, he very soon brought the little girl to safety to the banks of the stream.
The ghost had made amends ! at least such was the villagers verdict, according to the Boy Scouts.
Berton has now joined the gallant company, and is one of whom his comrades are justly proud. Deeds of daring especially appeal to him, but foolish, practical jokes he bars, for he has learnt this lesson and he won't ever forget it.
This short story I attribute to M I Hurrell, of whom I can find no trace, except that it was written for the 1913 Chatterbox. Almost a hundred years ago.
Erskine Clarke was born in Calcutta in 1827 into a
Scottish family of East India Company officials. When his father died in 1835, the family returned to Edinburgh. In 1846
Clarke graduated at Wadham College, Oxford but remained there for an extra
year studying theology. He was ordained as Curate of St Mary, Low Harrogate in
1851, moving a year later to be Curate at St Mary, Lichfield, and again in
1856 when he became Vicar of St Michael’s in Derby.
During his stay at St Michael’s he started the world’s
first Parish Magazine, the “inset” of which was used widely inside parish
magazines throughout the country. He continued to edit the inset personally
This is the email address should anyone wish to know more about the U.K. side of "Chatterbox"
COREY'S CASTLE - PIN BOARD* PLACE POINTS OF INTEREST HERE PLEASE. With Cadbury's selling out to Kraft, here are some:- TRUE! TALES ABOUT CHOCOLATE AND THE PEOPLE WHO EAT IT.
1. The top selling chocolate bar for the last ten years is Kit Kat. In 1995, for instance, we ate over 13 billion of them. The Mars Bar is a very close second. The Fairtrade Foundation hails today’s (Monday, 7 December 2009 ,)
announcement that Kit Kat is going Fairtrade as a breakthrough for
cocoa farmers in Côte d’Ivoire (Ivory Coast), as well as for Kit Kat
lovers in the UK and Ireland.
This is wonderful children for it means that some of the people in Africa who work very hard among the cocoa beans will at last be paid some pounds for their work instead of pennies .
CHOCOLATES FOR VALENTINES DAY
In a survey of 1998 Britain were placed top of the chocolate eating
league. Ireland were equal top, with the Swiss and Americans close
behind. ( Diddily isn't a lover of chocolate to eat but she does like a
chocolate drink before going to bed. )
Billy Bones' Novelty Sweet Box Hamper Indulge in a box full of novelty
sweets.The Billy Bones' box offers very good value and is great for
kids parties.Supplied in a luxury gift box so no wrapping required!
Billy Bones' Novelty Box
Black Jack Chews
Rhubarb and Custard
Fruit Salad Chews
Most of this information from:- http://www.treasureislandsweets.co.uk/
3.The oldest chocolate bar still available is Fry's Chocolate cream. The grand old lady of chocolate first appeared in the shops in 1866, yes children 1866, that is an awful long time in the chocolate charts. Seligor used to love the Fry's Fruit Cream, which were the same shape and style but istead of the plain white cream , it was five different fruit sections, Can anyone remember what they were. I'm afraid Seli's mind isn't as quick as it used to be .
Frys Chocolate Cream - Classic dark chocolate bar with a white
chocolate fondant centre. We are partially fond of Fry's chocolate as
it was made in Bristol back in 1866. Bristol being the home of our
sweetshop! And we are located not far from the original Fry's chocolate
shop which opened in 1847.
4. If you go down to the Natural History Museum in London you will find on display the oldest known cocoa bean. It is over 340 years old and was found glued to a page in a scrapbook of Sir Hans Sloane, a wealthy English doctor in the 1670's. It is possible but not proven that Sir Hans may have created the first recipe for milk chocolate, which later came into the hands of the Cadbury Brothers.
The chocolate museum is one of the smaller museums in Barcelona. But
none of the other museums will tickle your senses as much as this one.
The smell of chocolate is all over the place, teasing your appetite, so
the piece of chocolate that you receive at the entrance may not last
for long. If you bring your children with you on your trip to Barcelona,
this museum will probably become their favourite.
Abdul Abulbul Amir
Written By: Percy French
The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and soused
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
When they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.
There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;
He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
"So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Czar;
By this I imply you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan Skavinsky Skivar."
Quoth Ivan, "My friend, your remarks, in the end,
Will avail you but little, I fear,
For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir!"
Then this bold mameluke drew his trusty chibouque
With a cry of "Allah Akbar!"
And with murderous intent, he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
They parried and thrust and they side-stepped and cussed
'Till their blood would have filled a great pot.
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
Say that hash was first made on that spot.
They fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from afar;
And great multitudes came, so great was the fame
of Abdul and Ivan Skivar.
As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life -
In fact, he was shouting "Huzzah!" - -
He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
The sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to cheer;
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.
Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new crested car.
He arrived just in time to exchange a last line
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was heard
Resounding o'er meadows afar;
It came from the sack fitting close to the back
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skovar.
There's a tomb rises up where the blue Danube flows;
Engraved there in characters clear;
"Ah stranger, when passing, please pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps,
'Neath the light of the pale polar star;
And the name that she murmurs as oft as she weeps
Is Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. l
I must admit that when myself and my sister Toni got together in a drinking house (Pub) that allowed music we often got carried away, and when we lived down in Paighton in Devon, we learn't many songs and not all of them with the words which were committed to paper. More often that not they were improvised and not always with children in mind. Hehe, many a night on our travels we were chucked out of the drinking houses in the early hours of the morning, lovely days full of fun and sometimes naughtyness. Maybe some of you remember the two ladies that ran the only ice cream kiosk in Paignton main bus station, in the 70's yep it was my sister Toni, accompanied sometimes by your very own Diddilydeedot..
HM M M, I WONDER IF ANYONE REMEMBERS " THE LOBSTER"
Do you think the Red Indians would know of Robin Hood, or maybe, CamelotandMerlin, not to mention Arthur and Lancelot. Many of the Myths of the World are very similar in different ways !!! I'm sure you know what I mean. Anyway I have taken the story of Robin Hood and Merlin to the Red Man's America, and I have brought a little tale of the Iroquois Indians back toCamelot. Enjoy the link. xxx,
THE LITTLE ELVES OF DARKNESS a tale that the Iroquois tell their children.
THE little Elves of Darkness, so says the old
Iroquois Grandmother, were wise and mysterious.
They dwelt under the Earth, where were deep
forests and broad plains. There they kept captive
all the evil things that wished to injure human
beings,—the venomous snakes, the wicked spiders,
and the fearful monsters. Sometimes one of these evil creatures escaped and rushed upward to the bright,
pure air, and spread its poisonous breath over the
Upper World. But such happenings were rare,
for the Elves of Darkness were faithful and strong,
and did not willingly allow the wicked beasts and
reptiles to harm human beings and the growing things.
When the night was lighted by the Moon's soft rays,
and the woods of the Upper World were sweet with the odour
of the Spring flowers, then the Elves of Darkness left
the Under World, and creeping from their holes,
held a festival in the woods. And under many a tree
where the blades of grass had refused to grow,
the Little People danced until rings of green sprang
up under their feet. And to the festival came the Elves
of Light,—among them the Tree-Elves, Flower-Elves,
and Fruit-Elves. They too danced and made merry.
But when the moonlight faded away, and day began to break,
then the Elves of Darkness scampered back to their holes,
and returned once more to the Under World,
while the Elves of Light began their daily tasks.
For in the Springtime these Little People of Light
hid in sheltered places. They listened to the complaints
of the seeds that lay covered in the ground,
and they whispered to the Earth until the seeds burst
their pods and sent their shoots up to the light.
Then the little Elves wandered through the woods
bidding all growing things look up to the Sun.
The Tree-Elves tended the trees, unfolding their leaves,
and feeding their roots with sap from the Earth.
The Flower-Elves unwrapped the baby buds,
and tinted the petals of the opening flowers,
and played with the Butterflies and Bees.
But the busiest of all were the Fruit-Elves.
Their greatest care in the Spring was the Strawberry Plant.
When the ground softened from the frost,
the Fruit-Elves loosened the soil around each
Strawberry root, that its shoots might push through
to the light. They shaped the plant's leaves,
and turned its blossoms toward the warm rays of the Sun.
They trained its runners, and helped the timid fruit to
form. They painted the luscious berry,
and bade it ripen. And when the first Strawberries
blushed on the vines, these guardian Elves protected them from the evil insects
that had escaped from the world of darkness underground.
The old Iroquois Grandmother tells how once,
when the fruit first came to earth, the Evil One,
Hahgwehdaetgah, stole the Strawberry Plant,
and carried it to his gloomy cave, where he hid it away.
And there it lay until a tiny sunbeam pierced the
damp mould, and finding the little vine,
carried it back to its sunny fields.
And ever since then the Strawberry Plant has lived
and thrived in the fields and woods. But the Fruit-Elves,
fearing lest the Evil One should one day
steal the vine again, watch day and night
over their favourite. And when the Strawberries ripen,
the Elves give the juicy, fragrant fruit
to the Iroquois children as they gather the
Spring flowers in the woods.
Iroquois Creator of Evil & Ruler of the
A North American myth of the Iroquois describes Hahgwehdaetgah, the creator
of evil and ruler of the underworld. The Iroquois believe that the
kingdom of Hahgwehdaetgah lies at the bottom of an abyss below the earth.
It is filled with the broken bodies of enemy warriors slain in battle.
The realm is one of despair, regret, and an overwhelming sense of failure,
but not of physical suffering.
Hahgwehdaetgah and his twin brother
Hahgwehdiyu, a good god, were born of the creator goddess.
Hahgwehdaetgah killed his mother during childbirth and then went on to
create all things vile: horrible monsters, fierce beasts, and all manner of
plagues and disasters. He was despised by all other creatures and by
his virtuous twin.
Eventually the two brothers fought a
battle to determine who would rule the earth. Hahgwehdaetgah tried to
use trickery, but the good god knew his brother's evil ways and was able to defeat him with an enchanted arrow. Hahgwehdiyu exiled his brother to
the underworld, where he oversaw a kingdom of half-man, half-monster
spirits. They are shape-shifters who can return to earth to terrorize
the living. Hahgwehdaetgah also became overlord of the dead.
A Fairy Tale from the Pink Fairy Book edited by Andrew Lang
Once upon a time...
A long, long way off, in a land where water is very scarce,
there lived a man and his wife and several children. One day the
wife said to her husband, 'I am pining to have the liver of anyamatsane for my dinner. If you love me as much as you say you do,
you will go out and hunt for a nyamatsane, and will kill it and get
its liver. If not, I shall know that your love is not worth having.'
'Bake some bread,' was all her husband answered, 'then take the
crust and put it in this little bag.'
This story is really wonderful but much to long to put on here so instead you could make it your aim to try to find an old copy of Andrew Lang's Pink Fairy Book. he wrote many other coloured books including one with tales from all the others.
There were three brothers. The three were going on the road to seek
for work. Night came upon them. They knew not where to go to get
lodgings: it was night. They were travelling through a wood on an old
road. They saw a small light, and they came to a cottage. They were
hungry and tired. The door was open. They saw a table with food upon it.
Said the eldest brother, 'Go you in.'
'I am not going in; go in yourself.'
'Not I, indeed.'
'You are two fools,' said Jack. And in he went, and sat down at the
table, and ate his bellyful. The other two watched him. They were
afraid to enter the house. At last the other two went in, and sat down
Now a little old woman comes. Said the old woman, 'I have seen no man here for many years. Whence came ye hither?'
'We are seeking for work.'
'I will find work for you to-morrow.'
They went to bed. Up they rose in the morning. And there was a great
pot on the fire, and porridge and milk. That was the food they ate. Now
the old woman tells the eldest brother to go into the barn to get the
tools, and to go into the wood to fell the trees. He took off his coat.
There he is doing the work. There came an old dwarf, and asked him who
told him to fell the wood. He could not see this little man, so small
was he. He looked under his feet; he saw him in the stubble. The old
dwarf hit him and beat him, until he bled, and there he left him. Now
the maid comes with his dinner. The girl went home and told the two
other brothers to come and carry him home and put him to bed.
In the morning the second brother goes to the wood.
The eldest brother told him it was a little man who beat him, and the
second brother laughed at him. He went off now down to the woods. Here
is something that asks him who told him to fell the trees. He looked
around him; he could see nothing. At last he saw him in the stubble.
'Be off,' said he. The little stranger knocked him to pieces. The
little maid came down to him with his dinner, and went home and told
the two brothers to come and carry him home. The two brothers went down
and brought him home.
Jack laughed at them: 'I am going down to-morrow myself.'
In the morning he went down to the wood. Here he is felling the
trees. He heard something. He looked beneath his feet. He saw the
little man in the stubble. Jack kicked him.
'You had better keep quiet,' said the little man.
The dwarf hit him. Down went Jack, and the dwarf half-killed him.
There was Jack lying there now. The maid came with his dinner. Home
went the maid, and told the two brothers to come and carry him home.
'No,' said Jack, 'leave me here and go.'
The two brothers went home. Jack was watching him, and the little
man crept under a great stone. Up got Jack now, and home he went, and
told his two brothers to go into the stable and get out four horses.
They took a strong rope, and the three went with the horses and
fastened the rope round the stone. They took the horses, and pulled it
up, and found a well there.
'Go you down,' said one.
'Not I,' said the other; 'I am not going down.'
'I will go down,' says Jack. 'Fasten this rope and let me down, and
when you hear me say "Pull up," pull me up; and when I say "Let go,"
let me go.'
Now the two brothers fastened him and let him down. Down he went a
very little way. The little man beat him. 'Pull me up.' He goes down
again. He forgets the word: 'Let me down.' He came into a beautiful
country, and there he saw the old dwarf. The old dwarf spoke to him:
'Since you have come into this country, Jack, I will tell you something
now.' The old man tells Jack what he is to do. 'You will find three
castles. In the first one lives a giant with two heads, and,' said the old dwarf, 'you must fight him. Take the old rusty sword. I will be there with you.'
'I am afraid of him.'
'Go on, and have no fear. I will be there with you.' Here is Jack at the castle now. He knocked at the door. The servant-maid came, and he asked for her master.
'He is at home. Do you wish to see him?'
'Yes,' said Jack, 'I want to fight with him.'
The maid went and told him to come out. 'Are you wanting something to eat?'
'No,' said Jack, 'come out, and I will fight with you.'
'Come here and choose your sword.' (Jack chose the old rusty sword.) 'Why do you take that old rusty sword? Take a bright one.'
'Not I. This one will do for me.'
The twain went out before the door. Off went one head. 'Spare my life, Jack. I will give you all my money.'
He struck off the other head; he killed him. (Now this was the Copper Castle: so they called it.)
Now Jack goes on to the next, the Silver Castle. A giant with three
heads lived there. Jack chose the rusty sword, and struck two heads off.
'Don't kill me, Jack; let me live. I will give you the keys of my castle.'
'Not I,' said Jack; and off went the other head.
Now Jack goes on to the next, the Golden Castle. And there was a giant with four heads.
'Have you come here to fight with me?'
'Yes,' says Jack.
The giant told him to choose a sword, and he chose the old rusty sword; and out they went. Jack struck off three heads.
'Don't kill me, Jack. I will give you my keys.'
'Yes, I will,' said Jack; and off went the other head.
Now all the castles, and the money and the three fair ladies in the
three castles, were his. Off Jack goes now and the lady with him. He
goes back to the Silver Castle, and takes that lady. He goes to the
Copper Castle, and takes that lady. And the four went on and came to
the place where Jack descended. The old dwarf was there waiting for him. Jack sent the three ladies up to his brothers. Now the old
dwarf wanted meat. Jack went back to the castle, and cooked some meat
for him. The old dwarf carried Jack up a bit; the old dwarf stopped; he
wanted meat. Jack gave him meat. He went up a bit further; he stopped;
he wanted meat. Jack gave him meat. He went up a bit higher. He wanted
meat. Jack had none. Now he was a very little way from the surface. He
knew not what to do. He drew his knife from his pocket, and cut a
little meat off his leg, and gave it to the old dwarf. Up went Jack.
Two of the ladies and his two brothers had gone off. And the eldest
brother had taken the fairest lady; and the second brother had taken
the other lady; and they had left the ugly lady for Jack. Jack asked
her where they had gone. The lady told him; and he hastened after them.
He caught them by the church: they were going to be married. The
fairest lady looked back, and saw Jack.
'That one's mine,' said Jack.
Jack took and married her. He left the other lady for his eldest
brother to marry. There was only the second brother now, and he took
the ugly lady. There are the three brothers and the three ladies.
Now they want to go down to the three castles. Jack told the old dwarf to carry them down.
'I will carry you down; you must give me food as I come down.'
'Yes,' said Jack, 'I will give you plenty of food.'
'I will take you down.'
He carried them all down. And the old dwarf went along with Jack.
Jack put one brother and one lady in the Copper Castle, and the other
brother in the Silver Castle; and Jack went to the Golden Castle. And
Jack kept the old dwarf all his days. The old dwarf died, and at last
Jack grew old himself.
There! you've done me.
Welcome to Corey's Castle and to Camalot the City of Legend and Myths?
“I must not pass over in silence the mountains called by the Welsh Eryri, but by the British, Snowdon, or the mountains of Snow, which... seem to rear their lofty summits even to the clouds”
THE SONG AND POEM
THE LADY OF SHALOTT
WRITTEN BY ALFRED LORD TENNESSON
AND SUNG HERE BY THE WONDERFUL
On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road run by To many-towered Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy The Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay, She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The Knights come riding two and two. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady Of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode back to Camelot. From the bank and from the river he flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra Lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces taro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott
And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance - With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to towered Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott."
A Little of Greek Mythology created by especially for Children
The Pomegranate Seeds
The Pomegranate was often used as a herbal remedy to lengthen life
and restore vigor, these qualities often made it a symbolic link
between the living and the dead.
Zeus and Demeter had a beautiful daughter called Persephone. Hades fell in love with her and wanted to marry her.
asked Zeus if he could marry her, Zeus dare not say no because he did
not want to upset Hades. He knew that if he said yes Demeter would be
angry. Whatever he answered would be wrong, so he did not answer. Zeus
hoped that Hades would just forget Persephone.
One day as she was sitting alone by a lake Hades; god of
the Underworld stole her and took her away to his home to become his
When Demeter found that her daughter was missing she was very
worried. She stopped eating and drinking, wore a dark veil and spent
the whole time searching for her. Demeter went to the sun god;Helios.
She thought that in his daily journey across the sky he must have seen
what happened to Persephone. Helios told her that Hades had stolen
Persephone away and married her, and that she must stay in the
Underworld with him.
Demeter was so upset she would not let the plants grow.
People and animals died because there was no food. Zeus sent for her
and said that as long as Persephone had not eaten in the Underworld she
could be freed. Hades could not argue because he knew that she had
refused all food.
Persephone was back in her mother's arms when Hades
gardener arrived and said that she had suckedon seven pomegranate
seeds. That meant that she had to go back to the Underworld. Persephone
cried and Demeter cried.
It was decided that Persephone could live on
earth for nine months, but must spend the other three months each year
in the Underworld. Every year whilst Persephone was away Demeter
refused to allow any plants to grow. The trees would lose their leaves
and all plants would die away to come again when Persephone was free.
For evermore there was to be a winter each year.
King Midas was a very wealthy king. Collecting gold was his
hobby, his joy and his life. One day as he sat counting his wealth he
saw an old man asleep under a tree. He saw that it was Silenus from the
court of Dionysus, God of wine. Midas was cunning and treated Silenus
like a king for ten days before taking him back to Dionysus. Dionysus
was grateful for the care lavished on his old servant and told King
Midas that he would grant any wish that he made.
Midas asked that anything he touched would be turned to gold. Dionysus
granted his wish but warned him about his greed. Midas was very happy.
He touched a tree and it turned to gold. He touched the walls of his
palace and it turned to gold. He touched his horse, then his servant,
his food and finally his children. Everything turned to gold.
Midas began to feel very unhappy. He could not eat, sleep, drink or touch anything because everything turned to gold. He missed his children dreadfully.
Finally Midas went back to find Dionysus and told him that
he wanted to get rid of his golden touch. Dionysus laughed when he saw
the change in the king. Eventually he decided to take pity on him and
told him to go and bath in the river Pactolus. King Midas went to the
river. He was afraid to get into the water in case it turned to gold
and killed him. He got a jug and washed himself down. Little by little
the gold washed away. King Midas was so relieved. He took jug after jug
of water back to his palace to wash his children, his servants, his
horse and the whole palace. He did not stop work until he had restored
everything to its normal state.
I found this little poem / song and thought, "O I like this, very nice indeed."
King Midas Blues
Isn't this a lovely addition to the page it has been written to remind us of how we are destroying our world, an excellent addition in deed.
A BABY ON WORM'S HEAD
This is a very strange tale set in the time of the legendary King Arthur:
A more unlikely place for a baby's upbringing than the weird, wild headland of Worm's Head in the Gower could hardly be found. And a more unlikely upbringing than that of the child Cenydd could hardly be imagined. This is the Tale.... King Arthur ruled Britain in those days and held his court at Loughor. To him they brought an infant of a few days old, sorely crippled in one leg, and who was the child of great sin,for the father had seduced his own daughter. The king's counsellors advised him that a child so conceived should be put to death. But Arthur said that by this judgement could only be decided by God and so the child was placed in a wicker cradle and placed in the current of the Loughor river. This being done the cradle set off towards the Burry Estuary and out to the open sea. That very night a great storm arose. A northerly gale it would be, for the tiny craft, skimming across the white wave-tops, was carried south to be smashed to splinters against the great gaunt cliffs of Worm's Head. But before this happened the seagulls (who throng there by thousands to this day) had caught up the child in their strong talons and carried it to the top of the cliffs. There they made for it a bed of their own feathers and shielded it from wind and rain with their wings. And so they did for a week and a day. On the ninth day down came an angel from heaven bearing a great brass bell and placed it besides the baby. In after years this bell was preserved in the chapel at Burry Holms and called by the folks of those parts the Titty Bell. For it had a brazen breast, and when the baby was hungry he turned his mouth to the bell and sucked a baby's proper nourishment. Later there came a hind on the Worm's Head who suckled the growing baby. And when it was weaning time and the hind's milk was no longer sufficient, down came another angel to tel the boy God's will as to his diet, which was to be the five kinds of herbs that grow on the headland. Moreover, the angel informed him that God commanded that he should stay in that place until he was given leave rom heaven to depart.
Eighteen years passed away. Every day of them the angel came to instruct Cenydd in all things holy and good, and every year Cenydd grew in holiness as he grew in stature. Then came the day when the angel brought him God's command to leave Worm's Head. He was to cross to the mainland (for the Head is islanded at high water) and walk four miles northward along the coast to another rocky headland jutting from the sands, where he would find a spring of fresh water. Here he was to build a chapel and dwell there with prayer and fasting as his portion, preaching God's word to any who should come to him. So Cenydd waited for the next time of low water and set off scrambling across the jagged rocks to the mainland, with pain and labour because of his crippled leg. He came limping and weary to the rocky headland and found the spring, as he had been told. He then began to build the chapel of rocks and made his dwelling. It was not long before rumour of the Holy Man on Burry Holms reached those who lived in the neighbourhood, and within the year St Cenydd, Llangennith there was a constant stream of folk coming to hear his wise words and receive his blessing. To all he gave water from the spring, which was undoubtedly a holy well. The fame of his holiness spread until pilgrims from all over the south of Wales, and many too from the north, made long journeys to see and hear Cenydd. Nor did Cenydd live all his life on Burry Holms. In later years he was summoned by Saint David to aid him in spreading the Word, and together they wrought much good and built many churches. Such is the story of Saint Cenydd. His chapel on Burry Holms is a ruin now, but his name is perpetuated in the church and village of Llangennith, from whose over-shadowing hill you may see the Worm's Head where he was saved by seagulls and an angel for the greater good of the world.
St. Cenydd was the original Gower boy who made good. Legend has it he was born in the sixth century with a withered leg, cast adrift in a basket on the Loughor estuary, rescued by gulls and reared by angels. Our local boy grew up to found St. Cenydd's priory which accounts for the present building being the largest parish church in Gower.
The Danes burnt it, but our church survives, dominated by its massive 13th century stone tower with saddleback roof. Now wall-mounted inside, a carved slab is reputed to have marked the grave of the saint. Also see the effigy of a De La Mare knight ('the Dolly Mare'). Folk singer Phil Tanner lies in the churchyard.
On a nice day visit Burry Holmes at the north end of Rhossili bay where we commemorate St. Cenydd's day each summer on the site of a wooden Celtic church oratory, the only one found in Wales.
The Worm's Head is also reknown for it's many wrecks and if you follow the link url provided you will find a map and you can see the many ships who came to Davy Jones's locker on more than one occasion www.nciwormshead.org.uk/wrecksSW/WrecksSW.html
MY LORD BAG-OF-RICE
Hidesato, a Japanese hero, as brave as any knight of King Arthur's Court, was one day wandering about in search of an adventure when he came to a lovely lake at the foot of a mountain. It was crossed by a bridge, but on that bridge a hideous dragon lay sleeping. Hidesato feared nothing, so he clamboured over the dragon's scaly coils, and was going on when he heard a voice calling: "My Lord ! My Lord ! " Hidsato turned round. The dragon had vanished from the bridge, and in his place a handsomely-dressed man with red hair, who wore a flashing crown. "I have just proved that you are a brave man," said he. "Now I beseech thee to help me against my enemy." "If your enemy be an evil person I will fight him for you," said Hidesato, "for that is the duty of a knight. But who are you ?" "I am the King of the Lake," said the stranger. " My enemy is a monstrous centipede , half a mile long and as thick as the biggest tree in the world. His skin is as tough as steel, Every night he comes down to the lake and carries off one of my people. Yesterday he took away my favourite child." "If he does not slay me I will slay him," said Hidesato.
The King of the Lake thanked him joyfully, and bade him come to the palace beneath the water. Hidesato followed his host boldly. He found a beautifl flowery countryunder the lake. T he palace was of crystal, furnished with gold and ebony. While they feasted ten goldfish played the lute and ten carp danced to amuse the guests. But all at once the merriment was interrupted by a rumbling like thunder. Everyone except Hidesato grew silent and trembled. With white lips the King of the Lake whispered : "My enemy is coming ! " "Take me to the bridge," said Hidesato. As soon as they reached the surface he saw a deadful sight. Down the mountain came the monster, lighting up the whole scene with his fiery eyes.
Hidesato had three arrows. He drew his bow. The first arrow struck the centipede's head and glanced off. The same thing happened with the second. Then he remembered something that his grandmother had told him, she said; that human saliva was as deadly to a dragon as snake venom is to a mortal He then took out his last arrow and before putting it to the bow he wet his lips and moistened the end of the arrow. Once more he drew back the bow. It pierced the monster's brain. Over and over it rolled down into the lake, which was chuned into a storm as the creature thrashed about in its death agony. At last all was still. The moonlight shone down on the dead monster lying at the bottom of the lake. No words can describe the joy and gratitude of the Lake people. They drew Hidesato down to their palace, and begged him to stay forever, but he vowed that a knight must not sit feasting while the world is full of wrongs that needed righting. When they saw he would not stay they let him go, but sent a retinue of servants to escort him to the nearest town. They were goldfish till they rose to the surface of the lake. When Hidosato reached the town they laid three parcels before him, bowed, and vanished. In the first parcel there was a roll of silk which never grew less however much was cut off it. In the second ther was a cooking pot which boiled without a fire. In the third there was a bag of rice which could not be emptied. Hidesato was thus enabled to clothe the naked and feed the hungry wherever he went. And that is how the knight became known as - My Lord Bag-Of-Rice.
Another beautiful little story from Japan written pre 1936, for that is when Arthur Mee's book was printed.
Oh, Rumpelstiltskin is my name! But how could any princess guess A title for an ugly dwarf, Herself a dream of loveliness! But till she told the name aright, or so the ancient fable went, In spinning gold from yellow straw
Full many weary days she spent.
I know not how her story ends; Perhaps beyond some distant hill Shut in her lonely turret room, Her slender hands are spinning still; I only know from dawn to dusk, By road and lane, piled thick and high, Her wains of yellow straw go by.
Rumpelstiltskin ( Rumpelstiltzkin )
There was once upon a time a poor miller who had a very beautiful
daughter. Now it happened one day that he had an audience with the
King, and in order to appear a person of some importance he told him
that he had a daughter who could spin straw into gold. "Now that's a
talent worth having," said the King to the miller; "if your daughter is
as clever as you say, bring her to my palace to-morrow, and I'll put
her to the test."
When the girl was brought to him he led her into a room full of straw,
gave her a spinning- wheel and spindle, and said: "Now set to work and
spin all night till early dawn, and if by that time you haven't spun
the straw into gold you shall die." Then he closed the door behind him
and left her alone inside.
So the poor miller's daughter sat down, and didn't know what in the
world she was to do. She hadn't the least idea of how to spin straw
into gold, and became at last so miserable that she began to cry.
Suddenly the door opened, and in stepped a tinylittle man and said:
"Good-evening, Miss Miller-maid; why are you crying so bitterly?"
"Oh!" answered the girl, "I have to spin straw into gold, and haven't a notion how it's done."
"What will you give me if I spin it for you?" asked the manikin.
"My necklace," replied the girl.
The little man took the necklace, sat himself down at the wheel, and
whir, whir, whir, the wheel went round three times, and the bobbin was
full. Then he put on another, and whir, whir, whir, the wheel went
round three times, and the second too was full; and so it went on till
the morning, when all the straw was spun away, and all the bobbins were
full of gold.
As soon as the sun rose the King came, and when he perceived the gold
he was astonished and delighted, but his heart only lusted more than
ever after the precious metal. He had the miller's daughter put into
another room full of straw, much bigger than the first, and bade her,
if she valued her life, spin it all into gold before the following
The girl didn't know what to do, and began to cry; then the door opened
as before, and the tiny little man appeared and said: "What'll you give
me if I spin the straw into gold for you?"
"The ring from my finger," answered the girl. The manikin took the ring, and whir! round went the spinning-wheel
again, and when morning broke he had spun all the straw into glittering
The King was pleased beyond measure at the sights but his greed for
gold was still not satisfied, and he had the miller's daughter brought
into a yet bigger room full of straw, and said: "You must spin all this
away in the night; but if you succeed this time you shall become my
"She's only a miller's daughter, it's true," he thought; "but I
couldn't find a richer wife if I were to search the whole world over."
When the girl was alone the little man appeared for the third time, and
said: "What'll you give me if I spin the straw for you once again?"
"I've nothing more to give," answered the girl.
"Then promise me when you are Queen to give me your first child."
"Who knows what may not happen before that?" thought the miller's
daughter; and besides, she saw no other way out of it, so she promised
the manikin what he demanded, and he set to work once more and spun the
straw into gold. When the King came in the morning, and found
everything as he had desired, he straightway made her his wife, and the
miller's daughter became a queen.
When a year had passed a beautiful son was born to her, and she thought
no more of the little man, till all of a sudden one day he stepped into
her room and said: "Now give me what you promised."
The Queen was in a great state, and offered the little man all the
riches in her kingdom if he would only leave her the child. But the
manikin said: "No, a living creature is dearer to me than all the
treasures in the world."
Then the Queen began to cry and sob so bitterly that the little man was
sorry for her, and said: "I'll give you three days to guess my name,
and if you find it out in that time you may keep your child."
Then the Queen pondered the whole night over all the names she had ever
heard, and sent a messenger to scour the land, and to pick up far and
near any names he could come across. When the little man arrived on the
following day she began with Kasper, Melchior, Belshazzar, and all the
other names she knew, in a string, but at each one the manikin called
out: "That's not my name."
The next day she sent to inquire the names of all the people in the
neighborhood, and had a long list of the most uncommon and
extraordinary for the little man when he made his appearance. "Is your
name, perhaps, Sheepshanks Cruickshanks, Spindleshanks?" but he always
replied: "That's not my name."
On the third day the messenger returned and announced: "I have not been
able to find any new names, but as I came upon a high hill round the
corner of the wood, where the foxes and hares bid each other
good-night, I saw a little house, and in front of the house burned a
fire, and round the fire sprang the most grotesque little man, hopping
on one leg and crying:
"To-morrow I brew, to-day I bake,
And then the child away I'll take;
For little deems my royal dame
That Rumpelstiltzkin is my name!"
You can imagine the Queen's delight at hearing the name, and when the
little man stepped in shortly afterward and asked: "Now, my lady Queen,
what's my name?" she asked first: "Is your name Conrad?"
"Is your name Harry?"
"Is your name perhaps, Rumpelstiltzkin?"
"Some demon has told you that! some demon has told you that!" screamed
the little man, and in his rage drove his right foot so far into the
ground that it sank in up to his waist; then in a passion he seized the
left foot with both hands and tore himself in two.
We must thank Bahamas 4 Kids for these wonderful facts about the legends of the Bahamas, It is the nicest site I have found on the Browser Bars. There web address http: is under neath their headline for the page I wanted to show you. I think it would be nice to take some of these strange names and try and find out more about them, that would be great.
Myths and Legends in the Bahamas
Mythical Beast of Bahamian Legend.
Lusca is a mythical creature of Bahamian folklore. Half-shark,
half-octopus, Lusca lurks around in the underwater caves, tunnels and
blue holes found all over the Caribbean. However, it is believed that
she lives mostly in the underwater caves and blue holes around the
Bahamas Islands, especially around Andros, the largest island in the
She is mean spirited and some islanders believe that she likes to
drown divers and explorers who are not careful. Some even believe that
if your boat is over a bluehole she could pull it in down into the dark
The tidal currents of the inland blue holes are said to be the breath
of Lusca. As she breathes in, water pours into the caverns, in some
cases forming a whirlpool, and when Lusca breathes out, cold, clear
water gushes up to the surface.
But Lusca is not all bad because the tidal flow also brings food for
the real creatures that live in the blue holes, such as grouper,
lobster and reef sharks and other fish. So, Lusca has long been thought
of as the guardian of the dark blue holes because she makes sure the
fish that live there are fed.
Even today, many local Bahamians stay away from the mystical blue holes.
Chickcharnies live in Andros, the largest island in The Bahamas. They
are elfish, birdlike creatures with piercing red eyes. They have three
fingers, three toes and a tail, which they use to hang upside down from
Chickcharnies live in the pine forests and build nests by joining two pine trees together at the top.
Chickcharnies are peaceful but mischievous creatures and they like
pretty colours. When you go sightseeing in Andros carry flowers or wear
bright colours to charm them. Legend says if you see a chickcharnie and
show it respect, you'll be blessed with good luck for the rest of your
life. Be careful not to sneer at it, however, or your head will turn
An old legend has it that a man named Billy Bowleg - the great Seminole medicine man - was adopted and trained by the Chickcharnies.
They took him when he was 14 and kept him for five years. When he
returned to this people his reputation as a healer spread throughout
Where the Chickcharnie came from There really once was a creature like the Chickcharnie on Andros. It was a 2-foot-tall owl
called Tyto pollens, a remote cousin of the smaller Common Barn-owl.
Tyto pollens was a large owl that could not fly and like most other
owls it swivel its head. So that's probably where the Chickcharnie
legen came from... but who knows.
Anansi is a very popular figure in Bahamian stories. He is a
trickster, and is usually a spider-god, but in some stories he is human
and in some stories he is part spider part human.
Anansi is very rebellous and sometimes he likes to cause trouble. He
can do almost anything. He can marry the Kings daughter, create wmoney
out of thin air; He can trick the Devil and even cheat Death. Even if
Anansi loses in one story, you know that he will win in the next. He is
very intelligent and quick-witted. No matter what happens to him he
usually comes out well in the end... often because he was able to trick
The Lost City of Atlantis
Many people believe that the ancient, sunken city of Atlantis was in
the Bimini islands in the Bahamas. Huge, flat stones lying neatly about
20 feet under the clear waters of North Bimini might be all that is
left of The Lost City of Atlantis. They look like a road and are known
as Bimini Road.
Welcome to Corey's Castle and the Cities of Legend and Myths? PAINSCASTLE
Today all that remains of
this great fortress are
massive earthworks. These consist of a great motte which was once
crowned by a
keep. Beneath this is a rectangular bailey all of which is still deeply
The remains of two barbicans can still be made out that approached the
to motte and bailey. The earthworks suggest at least two round towers
the bailey enceinte as well as a hall block. The Giant of Painscastle.
Once upon a time there was a strong castle which stood above the little village of Painscastle. It was held by a huge and ruthless man known as the Giant, he had a huge band of men at arms. Like the other lords in their castles at Hay and Radnor and Clifford, the giant of Painscastle deemed everything his that he could take by force, whether it was gold or cattle, or even some young girl who he decided he wanted. There was a lake on the western limits of the giant of Painscastle's land, it was called Llan Bwchllyn in the Welsh language. Well it so happened that one May morning he and two of his followers were riding past the lake when they caught sight of a young man and a girl walking along the green shore, each with an arm round the other's waist. The giant recognised the young man as a squire called Arthur, he was well noted for his skill with a bow and arrow, and though he had not seen the girl before he noticed that she was very beautiful and instantly determined to have her for himself. Bidding his men to follow, he cantered down to the Bwchllyn shore. Before Arthur could defend himself or the young lady, his axe had been taked away and he himself knocked to the floor. He could only watch as they galloped away, with the screaming girl flung across the giant's saddle-bow. Half-dazed from the blow, wild with grief and fury, Arthur nevertheless acted quickly. He knew that the girl would be taken to the giant's castle and that his only hope lay in attacking it swiftly and with sufficient force to make a siege successful. He ran to the farm of Llanbwchllyn and then sent out messengers on speedy ponies to the local chieftains he knew to be enemies of the giant, first to Old Radnor Castle, then to Cefn-y-Blaen, here there were forty strong and sturdy fighting men. Then he went quickly to his own house for his bow and a quiver full of arrows, and with half a dozen of his men at his back he set out to keep watch on Painscastle. Arthur knew that the giant of Painscastle would expect him to do just what he did, and he himself would have sent messengers to Hay Castle and Clifford Castle, whose lords would fight on his side. But already Arthur was making his plans to defeat the giant. If he posted his six men by the castle watching the main gateway, then he, himself went into a thicket from which he could see the small postern door in the rear of a tower, not a bow shot away. The giant arrived back at the castle with Arthur's girl-friend still across his saddle, he gave the girl to an old beldame who ws threatened with death if she didn't keep the girl alive and secure. Then he hurried away to muster his men at arms. The old beldame was toothless and ugly but she had a soft heart, and when the young mistress sobbed out her sad story and asked for her to help her escape, she took heart and began working out a plan to help her. Quickly she gathered together a few young mens cloths, a hose, a leather jerkin and cloak, like those that the men at arms wore. Then she led the young girl quickly across the hall where men were hastily arming themselves. She managed to let the girl into a chamber at the foot of a tower and drew the bolts of the little door in the outward wall. It just happened to be the postern door. Crouched in the thicket, Arthur saw the door begin to open, slowly and cautiously. So the giant was sending out his messengers this way! He fitted an arrow to the bow-string and drew it to his ear. He was a master bowman and he would aim for the heart. Out of the doorway stepped a figure in a cloak and casque. There was a sharp twang! and the figure collapsed with an arrow in its breat and a dying shriek that was crtainly not the voice of a man. Arthur rushed forward to the fallen figure only to realise that he had killed his own love. Springing up like a madnan, he was in time to thrust in through the postern before the old woman could close it; and after him dashed his six men, who had come running at the sound of the shriek. Yelling their war-cries, they gained the castle hall where the giant and his men werearming themselves. Five to one, Arthur's men stood but in the brief and bloody battle that followed, and using their short axes, they killed some, the rest ran away. Arthur, ducking below the sweep of the Painscastle leader's great sword, brought his battle axe down in a mighty blow that split the giants helmet in half, the giant was dead. The Painscastle men who ran, joined forces with the arriving armies of Hay and Clifford. And Arthur found himself reinforced by the men of Cefn-y-Blaen and Old Radnor Castle. The two opposing troops met at the ford of the Bach Howey stream half a mile south of Painscastle, and here at Rhyd-lydan the Painscastle faction was defeated with great slaughter, in which the squire Arthur dies. It is said that he sought death and found it so that he coud be reunited with his love on the other side. You can still see the ruins of Painscastle today. The castle is no longer there but the earthworks and huge mound are still there for all to see and remember the story of yet another Arthur.
earthworks of Painscastle dominate
the valley of the Bach Howey in the old Welsh commote of Elfael Is
was reckoned in the thirteenth century to be just one day’s
Hereford. In 1093 the Norman Marcher barons launched a concerted attack
Wales after the death of King Rhys ap Tewdwr of Deheubarth. During this
Ralph Tosny of Clifford castle
neighbouring cantref of Elfael, probably building a castle at Glan
Edw in Elfael Uwch Myndd. It is possible that Ralph commenced
fortification of Painscastle, but there is no conclusive proof.
Painscastle is named after a man of the next generation and it is quite possible that the castle was not commenced for another thirty years.
And now CAMELOT
Camelot was the most famous castle in the medieval legends of King Arthur, and where, according to legend, he reigned over Briton before the Saxon
At Camelot Arthur established a brilliant court and seated the
greatest and most chivalrous warriors in Europe, the Knights of the Round
Camelot was the starting point of the Quest for the Holy Grail, and
by the 1200's, it came to symbolize the center of the Arthurian world.
The oldest known stories of Arthur don't refer to Camelot by name. It is
first mentioned explicitly in the romance Lancelot written by Chretien de
Troyes in the twelfth century. Different writers throughout the ages have
placed Camelot in different locations. Sir Thomas Malory, in Le Morte
D'arthur (15th century), placed the castle in Winchester. Geoffrey of
Monmouth, in his History of the Kings of Britain (about 1136) named Caerleon
Castle in Wales. Another theory puts Camelot near Tintagel, Arthur's reputed
Cornish birthplace. According to the romancers, Camelot was named after a
pagan king called Camaalis. Modern attempts at identifying Camelot have
sought to place Camelot at the ruins of Cadbury Castle in Somerset, excavated
in the 1960's.
But this is a wonderful way to make a lovely new page of castle and ogre's and dungeons and dragons. But lets watch some not so well known songs first. I hope you like them, these are for the younger of our readers. enjoy xxx Diddily.
Retold by Joseph Jacobs
ONCE upon a time there was a Wood-cutter and his wife who had seven children, all boys. The eldest was only ten years old. They were very poor, and their seven children were a great burden, since not one of them was able to earn his living.
What troubled them still more was the fact that the youngest was not only very delicate, but silent, which they took for stupidity, but which was really a mark of his good sense. He was very small, and when he was born he was scarcely
bigger than one's thumb, which caused him to be called little "Hop-o'-My-Thumb." This poor child was the scapegoat of the house, and was blamed for everything. He was, however, sharper and wiser than all his brothers, and though he spoke little, he listened a great deal.
At last there came a bad year, and so great a famine, that the poor people resolved to rid themselves of their
children. One evening, when the children were all in bed, and the Wood-cutter with a sorrowful heart, was sitting by
the fire with his wife, he said to her: "You know that we can no longer support our children. I cannot let them die of
hunger before my eyes, and I am resolved to take them to the wood to- morrow, and lose them. It will be easy to do
this, for, while they amuse themselves tying my sticks, we have only to slip away without their seeing us.
"Ah!" cried his Wife, "would you then destroy your children?" In vain did her husband set forth to her their great
poverty: she would not consent. She was poor, she said. But she was their mother. At last, having considered what a
grief it would be to her to have them die of hunger before her eyes, she agreed to her husband's plan, and went,
weeping, to bed.
Hop-o'-My-Thumb had listened to all that they had said, for having heard them, from his bed, talking of family matters, he had risen softly and slipped under his father's stool, in order to hear without being seen. He then went back to bed, but lay awake the rest of the night, thinking what he should do. He rose early and went to a brook, where he filled his pocket with little white pebbles, and then returned to the house.
Soon after, they all set off, but Hop-o'-My-Thumb did not tell his brothers anything of what he knew. They went into a
forest, so thick that they could not see each other at a distance of ten paces. The Wood-cutter began to fell a tree,
while the children gathered sticks to make up into bundles. The father and mother, seeing them thus employed, slipped
away unnoticed, and then fled rapidly, by a little winding path.
When the children found they were alone, they began to scream and cry with all their strength. Hop-o'-My-Thumb let them
cry, knowing well how to get home; for, while walking, he had dropped along the path the little white pebbles which he
had in his pockets.
He therefore said to them, "Fear not, brothers, my father and mother have left us here, but I will lead you to the
house only follow me."
They obeyed at once, and he led them home along the same path by which they had come into the forest at first. They did
not dare to go into the house, but placed themselves near the door, in order to hear what their father and mother were
Now it had so happened that, just as the Woodcutter and his Wife reached home, the lord of the village had sent them
ten crowns, which he had long owed them, and which they had never hoped to obtain. This gave them new life, for the
poor creatures were almost dead from hunger.
The Wood-cutter immediately sent his Wife to the butcher's, where, as it was long since they had eaten anything, she
bought three times as much meat as was needed for the supper of two people.
When they were seated at table, the Wife said, "Alas! where now are our poor children? They would make good cheer with
what we have left. But it is you who wished to lose them. I always said we should repent it. What are they doing now in
the forest? Alas! alas! perhaps the wolves have already eaten them! You were most cruel thus to lose your children."
The Wood-cutter at last grew impatient, for she repeated more than twenty times that they would repent what they had
done, and that she had told him so. He threatened to beat her if she was not silent. The Wood-cutter did not do this
because he was less sorry than his Wife, but because her reproaches angered him. His Wife now shed tears, and cried
out, "Alas! where are my children, my poor children?"
She said this so loud that the children, who were at the door, heard her, and all cried out together, "Here we are!
here we are!"
She ran quickly to open the door, and said, as she embraced them, "How overjoyed I am to see you again, my darling
children! you must be very tired and very hungry; and you, Peter, how muddy you are! come, let me brush you." Peter was
her eldest son, whom she loved more than all the others.
The children then sat down at the table, and ate with an appetite which delighted their father and mother, to whom they
described, all speaking at once, how frightened they had been in the forest.
These good people were filled with joy to have their children with them again, and this joy lasted as long as the ten
crowns held out. But when the money was spent, they fell back into their former misery, and resolved to lose them once
more; and in order not to fail again, they determined to take them much further into the forest than the first time.
They could not, however, speak of this so secretly but that they were overheard by Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who laid his plans
to escape as before. Although he got up early in order to go out and pick up some little stones, he could not succeed
in his purpose, for he found the door of the house shut and double-bolted. He was wondering what he should do, when,
his mother having given them each a bit of bread for breakfast, he thought that he might use his bread instead of
pebbles by dropping crumbs along the paths as they walked. He therefore slipped the bread into his pocket.
Their father and mother led them this time into the thickest and darkest part of the forest, and, as soon as they were
there, ran away and left them.
Hop-o'-My-Thumb was not much troubled, because he believed he could easily find his way by means of the bread which he
had scattered as he passed along. What was his surprise when he could not find a single crumb: the birds had come and
eaten it all.
Now was their lot indeed wretched; the more they wandered about, the deeper they buried themselves in the forest. Night
came, and a great wind arose which frightened them terribly. They thought they heard on all sides the howling of hungry
wolves coming to eat them up. They did not dare to speak, or even turn their heads. Rain began to fall, which wet them
to the skin. They slipped at every step, and, if they fell, got up so covered with mud that they could hardly move
Finally, Hop-o'-My-Thumb climbed to the top of a tree, to see if he could not discover something. Having looked on all
sides, he at last saw a little gleam of light, like that from a candle, but it was very far off, beyond the forest. He got down from the tree: but when he was on the ground he no longer saw anything, which troubled him greatly. However, having walked for some time with his brothers in the direction where he had seen the light, he again saw it as they
came out of the wood. At last they reached the house where the candle was, though not without many alarms, for they lost sight of it whenever they descended unto a hollow place.
They knocked at the door, which was opened to them by a woman. She asked them what they wanted. Hop-o'-My-Thumb replied
that they were poor children who had lost themselves in the forest, and who asked, for charity's sake, a place to sleep.
The woman, seeing how bitter they were, began to weep, and said to them, "Alas! my poor children, whence do you come?
Do you not know that this is the house of an Ogre, who eats little children?"
"Alas, madam," said Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who like his brothers was shaking with fear, "what shall we do? The wolves of the
forest will certainly devour us to-night, if you will not give us shelter. This being the case, we had rather be eaten
by the Ogre, and he, perhaps, will take pity on us, if you will beg him to do so."
The Ogre's wife, who thought she might be able to conceal them from her husband till the next morning, let them come
in, and placed them near a good fire, where a whole sheep was roasting for the Ogre's supper.
When they had begun to get warm, they heard three or four heavy knocks at the door. It was the Ogre. His wife hastily
hid the children under the bed, and then opened the door.
The Ogre asked first if supper was ready, and the wine drawn; and then sat down at the table. The mutton was nearly
raw, but he liked it all the better on that account.
He then began to sniff about, saying that he smelled fresh meat.
"It must be this calf which I have just been dressing that you smell," said the wife.
"I smell fresh meat, I tell you again," said the Ogre, looking fiercely at his wife; "and there is something more of
which I do not know."
Saying these words, he rose from the table and went straight to the bed, where he found the poor children.
"Ah!" said he, "this, then, is the way you wish to deceive me, wicked woman. I know not what prevents me from eating
you, too. Here is game, which comes to me very conveniently to treat three Ogres of my acquaintance, who are coming to
visit me about this time."
He then drew the little boys from under the bed, one after another. The poor children threw themselves on their knees
begging for pardon. But they had to do with the most cruel of all the Ogres, who, far from having pity, devoured them
already with his eyes, and said to his wife that they would be delicious morsels fried, when she had made a good sauce
He took out a great knife, and, approaching the poor children, began to sharpen it on a long stone, which he held in
his left hand. He then seized one of them, when his wife said to him, "Why do you begin at this time of night? Shall
you not have time to-morrow?"
"Be silent," replied the Ogre; "they will be more tender if I kill them now."
"But you have already so much meat on hand," replied his wife. "Here are a calf, two sheep, and half a pig."
"You are right," said the Ogre; "give them a good supper, that they may not grow thin, and put them to bed."
The good woman was overcome with joy, and brought them their supper at once; but they were too frightened to eat.
As for the Ogre, he set himself to drinking, delighted to have something with which to regale his friends. He drank a
dozen cups more than usual, which went to his head, and obliged him to go early to bed.
Now this Ogre had seven daughters, who were still only children. These little Ogresses all had beautiful complexions,
for they ate fresh meat like their father. They had little round gray eyes, crooked noses, and great mouths filled with
long teeth, very sharp and far apart. They were not yet very wicked, but they promised well, for they already bit
little children whenever they got the chance. They had been put to bed early, and were all seven in one bed, each
having a golden crown on her head.
There was in the same room anther bed of the same size. Here it was that the Ogre's wife put the seven little boy's,
after which she went to bed in her own chamber.
Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who had remarked that the Ogre's daughters had golden crowns on their heads, was afraid that the Ogre
might regret not having killed him and his brothers that evening. So he rose about the middle of the night, and, taking
his nightcap and those of his brothers, he went very softly and placed them on the heads of the Ogre's seven daughters,
after having removed their golden crowns. He then put the crowns on his brothers' heads and on his own, so that the
Ogre might mistake them for his daughters, and his daughters for the boys whom he wished to kill.
The plan succeeded as he had expected. The Ogre, having awakened about midnight, was sorry that he had put off till
next day what he might have done that evening. He jumped quickly out of bed, and, taking his great knife, "Let us see,"
said he, "how our little friends are getting on."
He went on tiptoe to the room of his daughters, and approached the bed where the little boys were all asleep, except
Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who was terribly frightened when he felt the Ogre's hand touching his head, as he had already touched
his brothers'. But when the Ogre felt the golden crowns, he said, "Indeed, I was near making a nice piece of work of
it. I see that I drank too much in the evening."
He then went to the bed of his daughters, where he felt the boys' little nightcaps. "Ah! here they are," said he, "the
fine fellows! I must go boldly to work. Saying these words, and without hesitating, he cut the throats of his seven
daughters. Very well pleased with his expedition, he went back to bed. As soon as Hop-o'-My-Thumb heard the Ogre
snoring, he awakened his brothers, and told them to dress themselves quickly and follow him. They went softly down unto
the garden, and leaped over the walls. They hurried away, and ran almost all night, without knowing whither they went.
The Ogre, when he woke up, said to his wife, "Go upstairs and dress those little fellows who were here last night.''
The Ogress was very much astonished at the kindness of her husband, not suspecting for a moment the way in which he
meant that she should dress them. Believing that he simply wished her to put on their clothes, she went upstairs, where
she was amazed to see her seven daughters with their throats cut. She was so overcome that she immediately fainted. The
Ogre, thinking his wife was too slow, went upstairs to assist her. He was no less astonished than his wife when the
frightful sight met his eyes.
"Ah! what have I done here?" he cried; "but those little wretches shall pay for this, and at once."
He then threw a bucket of water into his wife's face, and, having revived her, said, "Give me quickly my seven-league
boots, that I may go after those boys and catch them."
He then started out into the country at once, and, having rushed about in all directions, came at last to the road
where the poor children were walking, and then not more than a hundred steps from their father's house. They saw the
Ogre striding from mountain to mountain, and crossing rivers as if they were little brooks.
Hop-o'-My-Thumb, who saw a hollow rock near the place where they were, hid himself and his six brothers there, and
watched carefully what became of their enemy. The Ogre, who was very tired with his long and fruitless journey, wished
to rest himself, and sat down, by chance, on the very rock where the little boys were hidden.
As he was overcome with fatigue, he soon fell asleep, and began to snore so frightfully that the poor children were as
much frightened as when he held his knife ready to cut their throats. Hop-o'-My-Thumb was less afraid, and told his
brothers to run into the house while the Ogre slept, and not to worry about him. They followed his counsel, and quickly
reached the house.
Hop-o'-My-Thumb then approached the Ogre, softly drew off his boots, and put them on himself. The boots were very long
and very large; but, as they were fairy boots, they had the gift of becoming larger or smaller, according to the size
of the wearer's leg. In fact, they fitted Hop-o'-My-Thumb as if they had been made for him.
He then went straight to the Ogre's house, where he found his wife weeping over her daughters.
"Your husband," said Hop-o'-My-Thumb, "is in great danger, for he has been taken by a band of robbers, who will kill
him if he does not give them all his gold and silver. Just when they held their knives to his throat he perceived me,
and besought me to come and tell you of the state in which he was, and to direct you to give me all that he has,
without retaining anything, since otherwise they would slay him without mercy. As time passed, he wished that I should
take his seven-league boots, as you see, in order to make haste, and also that you might not think me an impostor."
The good woman, very much frightened, gave him all she had; for this Ogre was a good husband, although he did eat
Hop-o'-My-Thumb, being then loaded with all the Ogre's treasures, returned to his father's house, where he was welcomed
with great joy and where they all lived happily ever after.