Frederick Richardson (1862 –1937) was an American
illustrator.
East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon
Next Thursday evening came the White
Bear to fetch her, and she got upon his back with her bundle, and off they went. So
when they had gone a bit of the way, the White Bear said, "Are you afraid?"
"No, not at all," said the lassie.
Taper Tom
Soon the whole company came under the
Princess's window. There she stood waiting for them. And when she saw they had taken
the cook too, with her ladle and broom, she opened her mouth wide, and laughed so
loud that the King had to hold her upright.
Boots and His Brothers
...and the spade began to dig and delve
till the earth and rock flew out in splinters, and he had the well soon dug out,
as you may believe.
The Giant Who had no Heart in his Body
The Wolf bade him jump on his back, and
away they went, over hill and dale, over hedge and field, till the wind whistled
after them.
Father Bruin
But the old lass cried out, " Canst
thou not sit still, thou whirligig thief, and not go twisting and turning? Only look at Father Bruin
himself in the corner, how he sits as grave as a judge," for now she thought she
might as well make friends with the bear.
Why the Sea is Salt
But just as they had got a little way
up the hill, what should they meet but herrings and broth, all running and dashing
and splashing together in a stream, and the master himself running before them for
his life, and as he passed them he called out:
"Eat, drink! eat, drink! but take
care you're not drowned in the broth."
Peik
So he stuffed the King into a barrel
and rolled him over, and when he had given him a ride down to the sea for nothing, he
went home to the King's palace.
The Twelve Wild Ducks
The Princess began to pluck and gather
it as fast as she could, but she saw long skinny arms outstretched toward
her, and, among the thistles, she saw a host of wicked faces all looking at her.
Her heart stood still then and she grew icy cold, but never a sound did she utter,
only plucked and gathered until her bag was full; ...
The Princess on the Glass Hill
"Ho, ho!" said the lad to himself,
"it's you, is it, that comes here eating up our hay? I'll soon stop that." So he caught up
his steel, and threw it over the horse's neck, and in a trice it stood as if it were nailed to the
ground, and Boots could do as he pleased with it.
Little Freddy with his Fiddle
So he went away farther, till he got
weary, and then he sat down to rest; but he had scarcely sat down when a third beggarman came
to him. This one was so tall and ugly and long that the lad had to look up and up,
right up to the sky. And when he took him all in with his eyes, and saw how very, very tall and
ugly and ragged he was, he fell a-screeching and screaming
again.
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