In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

146 Sun, Moon, and Raven Ravenson 92. There lived and dwelt an old man and an old woman, and they had three daughters. The old man went to the barn to fetch some meal. He took the meal and set off for his house, but in the bag there was a little hole. The meal dribbled out of the bag, and just kept on flowing out. He came home, and the old woman asked him,“Where’s the meal?” But the meal had all trickled out. The old man set off to collect it, and he said,“If the sun warmed, if the moon shone, if Raven Ravenson aided me in collecting the meal, I’d give the sun my eldest daughter, the moon the middle one, and Raven Ravenson the youngest.” The old man began gathering up the meal. The sun warmed him, the moon shone, and Raven Ravenson helped him gather up the meal. The old man came home and said to his eldest daughter,“Dress your best and go out on the porch.” She got dressed and went out onto the porch. The sun carried her off. He told the middle daughter to dress her best, too, and to go out onto the porch. She got dressed and went out. The moon grabbed her and took away the middle daughter. And he said to the youngest daughter,“Dress your best and go out onto the porch.”She got dressed and went out onto the porch. Raven Ravenson grabbed her and carried her away. The old man said,“Perhaps I should go visit my son-in-law.”He set off for the sun, and he came there. The sun said,“How can we entertain you?” “I want nothing.” The sun said to his wife that she should make fritters. So the wife prepared them. The sun sat down in the middle of the floor, his wife placed the skillet in front of him, and the fritters were cooked. They fed the old man. He came home and told the old woman to make some fritters. He sat down on the floor and told her to put the skillet of fritters in front of him.“Just how is that going to cook fritters?” said the old woman. “Never mind,” he said, “just put it down, and they’ll be cooked.” So she put the skillet down, but no matter low long the fritters remained there, nothing was cooked—they just turned sour. There was nothing else to do, and the old woman put the skillet on the stove, the fritters were cooked, and the old man filled up on them. Sun, Moon, and Raven Ravenson h 147 The next day the old man went to visit the second son-in-law. He went to the moon. He got there. The moon said,“How can we entertain you?” The old man replied, “I don’t want anything.” The moon heated up the bathhouse for him. The old man said, “It’ll be dark, very likely, in the bathhouse.” And the moon said to him, “No, it’s light. Go on.” The old man went to the bathhouse, and the moon sent a finger of light through a hole, and the bathhouse became ever so, ever so light. The old man steamed himself, went home, and told the old woman to heat up the bathhouse that night. The old woman heated it up, and the old man sent her in to steam herself. The old woman said,“It’s dark to go into the bathhouse!”“Go on, it’ll be light.” So the old woman went, and the old man noted how the moon had lit it up for him, and so he went to cut a hole in the bathhouse and put his finger in it. But no way was there any light in the bathhouse! So then the old woman started shouting at him: “It’s dark.” There was nothing else to be done, so she went and carried a lighted rush light in and bathed. The third day the old man went to Raven Ravenson. He got there. “How can we entertain you?” asked Raven Ravenson.“I don’t want anything ,” said the old man.“Well, let’s go sleep on the roost.” The raven put up a ladder and climbed up with the old man. Raven Ravenson put him under his wing.When the old man went to sleep, they both fell down and were killed. ...

pdf

Additional Information

ISBN
9781626740549
Related ISBN
9781628460933
MARC Record
OCLC
878813021
Pages
560
Launched on MUSE
2015-01-01
Language
English
Open Access
No
Back To Top

This website uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience on our website. Without cookies your experience may not be seamless.