{"id":2352,"date":"2012-03-23T10:54:59","date_gmt":"2012-03-23T09:54:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/?page_id=2352"},"modified":"2013-09-29T09:07:24","modified_gmt":"2013-09-29T07:07:24","slug":"the-beetle-who-went-on-his-travels","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.hcandersen-homepage.dk\/?page_id=2352","title":{"rendered":"The Beetle Who Went on His Travels"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Beetle Who Went on His Travels –\u00a0\u00a0Illustration<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

By Hans Christian Andersen (1861)<\/strong><\/p>\n

There was once an Emperor who had a horse shod with gold. He had a golden shoe on each foot, and why was this? He was a beautiful creature, with slender legs, bright, intelligent eyes, and a mane that hung down over his neck like a veil. He had carried his master through fire and smoke in the battle-field, with the bullets whistling round him; he had kicked and bitten, and taken part in the fight, when the enemy advanced; and, with his master on his back, he had dashed over the fallen foe, and saved the golden crown and the Emperor\u2019s life, which was of more value than the brightest gold. This is the reason of the Emperor\u2019s horse wearing golden shoes.<\/p>\n

A beetle came creeping forth from the stable, where the farrier had been shoeing the horse. \u201cGreat ones, first, of course,\u201d said he, \u201cand then the little ones; but size is not always a proof of greatness.\u201d He stretched out his thin leg as he spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd pray what do you want?\u201d asked the farrier.<\/p>\n

\u201cGolden shoes,\u201d replied the beetle.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy, you must be out of your senses,\u201d cried the farrier. \u201cGolden shoes for you, indeed!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, certainly; golden shoes,\u201d replied the beetle. \u201cAm I not just as good as that great creature yonder, who is waited upon and brushed, and has food and drink placed before him? And don\u2019t I belong to the royal stables?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut why does the horse have golden shoes?\u201d asked the farrier; \u201cof course you understand the reason?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnderstand! Well, I understand that it is a personal slight to me,\u201d cried the beetle. \u201cIt is done to annoy me, so I intend to go out into the world and seek my fortune.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo along with you,\u201d said the farrier.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a rude fellow,\u201d cried the beetle, as he walked out of the stable; and then he flew for a short distance, till he found himself in a beautiful flower-garden, all fragrant with roses and lavender. The lady-birds, with red and black shells on their backs, and delicate wings, were flying about, and one of them said, \u201cIs it not sweet and lovely here? Oh, how beautiful everything is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am accustomed to better things,\u201d said the beetle. \u201cDo you call this beautiful? Why, there is not even a dung-heap.\u201d Then he went on, and under the shadow of a large haystack he found a caterpillar crawling along. \u201cHow beautiful this world is!\u201d said the caterpillar. \u201cThe sun is so warm, I quite enjoy it. And soon I shall go to sleep, and die as they call it, but I shall wake up with beautiful wings to fly with, like a butterfly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow conceited you are!\u201d exclaimed the beetle. \u201cFly about as a butterfly, indeed! what of that. I have come out of the Emperor\u2019s stable, and no one there, not even the Emperor\u2019s horse, who, in fact, wears my cast-off golden shoes, has any idea of flying, excepting myself. To have wings and fly! why, I can do that already;\u201d and so saying, he spread his wings and flew away. \u201cI don\u2019t want to be disgusted,\u201d he said to himself, \u201cand yet I can\u2019t help it.\u201d Soon after, he fell down upon an extensive lawn, and for a time pretended to sleep, but at last fell asleep in earnest. Suddenly a heavy shower of rain came falling from the clouds. The beetle woke up with the noise and would have been glad to creep into the earth for shelter, but he could not. He was tumbled over and over with the rain, sometimes swimming on his stomach and sometimes on his back; and as for flying, that was out of the question. He began to doubt whether he should escape with his life, so he remained, quietly lying where he was. After a while the weather cleared up a little, and the beetle was able to rub the water from his eyes, and look about him. He saw something gleaming, and he managed to make his way up to it. It was linen which had been laid to bleach on the grass. He crept into a fold of the damp linen, which certainly was not so comfortable a place to lie in as the warm stable, but there was nothing better, so he remained lying there for a whole day and night, and the rain kept on all the time. Towards morning he crept out of his hiding-place, feeling in a very bad temper with the climate. Two frogs were sitting on the linen, and their bright eyes actually glistened with pleasure.<\/p>\n

\u201cWonderful weather this,\u201d cried one of them, \u201cand so refreshing. This linen holds the water together so beautifully, that my hind legs quiver as if I were going to swim.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI should like to know,\u201d said another, \u201cIf the swallow who flies so far in her many journeys to foreign lands, ever met with a better climate than this. What delicious moisture! It is as pleasant as lying in a wet ditch. I am sure any one who does not enjoy this has no love for his fatherland.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you ever been in the Emperor\u2019s stable?\u201d asked the beetle. \u201cThere the moisture is warm and refreshing; that\u2019s the climate for me, but I could not take it with me on my travels. Is there not even a dunghill here in this garden, where a person of rank, like myself, could take up his abode and feel at home?\u201d But the frogs either did not or would not understand him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI never ask a question twice,\u201d said the beetle, after he had asked this one three times, and received no answer. Then he went on a little farther and stumbled against a piece of broken crockery-ware, which certainly ought not to have been lying there. But as it was there, it formed a good shelter against wind and weather to several families of earwigs who dwelt in it. Their requirements were not many, they were very sociable, and full of affection for their children, so much so that each mother considered her own child the most beautiful and clever of them all.<\/p>\n

\u201cOur dear son has engaged himself,\u201d said one mother, \u201cdear innocent boy; his greatest ambition is that he may one day creep into a clergyman\u2019s ear. That is a very artless and loveable wish; and being engaged will keep him steady. What happiness for a mother!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOur son,\u201d said another, \u201chad scarcely crept out of the egg, when he was off on his travels. He is all life and spirits, I expect he will wear out his horns with running. How charming this is for a mother, is it not Mr. Beetle?\u201d for she knew the stranger by his horny coat.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are both quite right,\u201d said he; so they begged him to walk in, that is to come as far as he could under the broken piece of earthenware.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow you shall also see my little earwigs,\u201d said a third and a fourth mother, \u201cthey are lovely little things, and highly amusing. They are never ill-behaved, except when they are uncomfortable in their inside, which unfortunately often happens at their age.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thus each mother spoke of her baby, and their babies talked after their own fashion, and made use of the little nippers they have in their tails to nip the beard of the beetle.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey are always busy about something, the little rogues,\u201d said the mother, beaming with maternal pride; but the beetle felt it a bore, and he therefore inquired the way to the nearest dung-heap.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is quite out in the great world, on the other side of the ditch,\u201d answered an earwig, \u201cI hope none of my children will ever go so far, it would be the death of me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I shall try to get so far,\u201d said the beetle, and he walked off without taking any formal leave, which is considered a polite thing to do.<\/p>\n

When he arrived at the ditch, he met several friends, all them beetles; \u201cWe live here,\u201d they said, \u201cand we are very comfortable. May we ask you to step down into this rich mud, you must be fatigued after your journey.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCertainly,\u201d said the beetle, \u201cI shall be most happy; I have been exposed to the rain, and have had to lie upon linen, and cleanliness is a thing that greatly exhausts me; I have also pains in one of my wings from standing in the draught under a piece of broken crockery. It is really quite refreshing to be with one\u2019s own kindred again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps you came from a dung-heap,\u201d observed the oldest of them.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, indeed, I came from a much grander place,\u201d replied the beetle; \u201cI came from the emperor\u2019s stable, where I was born, with golden shoes on my feet. I am travelling on a secret embassy, but you must not ask me any questions, for I cannot betray my secret.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then the beetle stepped down into the rich mud, where sat three young-lady beetles, who tittered, because they did not know what to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cNone of them are engaged yet,\u201d said their mother, and the beetle maidens tittered again, this time quite in confusion.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have never seen greater beauties, even in the royal stables,\u201d exclaimed the beetle, who was now resting himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t spoil my girls,\u201d said the mother; \u201cand don\u2019t talk to them, pray, unless you have serious intentions.\u201d<\/p>\n

But of course the beetle\u2019s intentions were serious, and after a while our friend was engaged. The mother gave them her blessing, and all the other beetles cried \u201churrah.\u201d<\/p>\n

Immediately after the betrothal came the marriage, for there was no reason to delay. The following day passed very pleasantly, and the next was tolerably comfortable; but on the third it became necessary for him to think of getting food for his wife, and, perhaps, for children.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have allowed myself to be taken in,\u201d said our beetle to himself, \u201cand now there\u2019s nothing to be done but to take them in, in return.\u201d<\/p>\n

No sooner said than done. Away he went, and stayed away all day and all night, and his wife remained behind a forsaken widow.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d said the other beetles, \u201cthis fellow that we have received into our family is nothing but a complete vagabond. He has gone away and left his wife a burden upon our hands.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, she can be unmarried again, and remain here with my other daughters,\u201d said the mother. \u201cFie on the villain that forsook her!\u201d<\/p>\n

In the mean time the beetle, who had sailed across the ditch on a cabbage leaf, had been journeying on the other side. In the morning two persons came up to the ditch. When they saw him they took him up and turned him over and over, looking very learned all the time, especially one, who was a boy. \u201cAllah sees the black beetle in the black stone, and the black rock. Is not that written in the Koran?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Then he translated the beetle\u2019s name into Latin, and said a great deal upon the creature\u2019s nature and history. The second person, who was older and a scholar, proposed to carry the beetle home, as they wanted just such good specimens as this. Our beetle considered this speech a great insult, so he flew suddenly out of the speaker\u2019s hand. His wings were dry now, so they carried him to a great distance, till at last he reached a hothouse, where a sash of the glass roof was partly open, so he quietly slipped in and buried himself in the warm earth. \u201cIt is very comfortable here,\u201d he said to himself, and soon after fell asleep. Then he dreamed that the emperor\u2019s horse was dying, and had left him his golden shoes, and also promised that he should have two more. All this was very delightful, and when the beetle woke up he crept forth and looked around him. What a splendid place the hothouse was! At the back, large palm-trees were growing; and the sunlight made the leaves\u2014look quite glossy; and beneath them what a profusion of luxuriant green, and of flowers red like flame, yellow as amber, or white as new-fallen snow! \u201cWhat a wonderful quantity of plants,\u201d cried the beetle; \u201chow good they will taste when they are decayed! This is a capital store-room. There must certainly be some relations of mine living here; I will just see if I can find any one with whom I can associate. I\u2019m proud, certainly; but I\u2019m also proud of being so. Then he prowled about in the earth, and thought what a pleasant dream that was about the dying horse, and the golden shoes he had inherited. Suddenly a hand seized the beetle, and squeezed him, and turned him round and round. The gardener\u2019s little son and his playfellow had come into the hothouse, and, seeing the beetle, wanted to have some fun with him. First, he was wrapped, in a vine-leaf, and put into a warm trousers\u2019 pocket. He twisted and turned about with all his might, but he got a good squeeze from the boy\u2019s hand, as a hint for him to keep quiet. Then the boy went quickly towards a lake that lay at the end of the garden. Here the beetle was put into an old broken wooden shoe, in which a little stick had been fastened upright for a mast, and to this mast the beetle was bound with a piece of worsted. Now he was a sailor, and had to sail away. The lake was not very large, but to the beetle it seemed an ocean, and he was so astonished at its size that he fell over on his back, and kicked out his legs. Then the little ship sailed away; sometimes the current of the water seized it, but whenever it went too far from the shore one of the boys turned up his trousers, and went in after it, and brought it back to land. But at last, just as it went merrily out again, the two boys were called, and so angrily, that they hastened to obey, and ran away as fast as they could from the pond, so that the little ship was left to its fate. It was carried away farther and farther from the shore, till it reached the open sea. This was a terrible prospect for the beetle, for he could not escape in consequence of being bound to the mast. Then a fly came and paid him a visit. \u201cWhat beautiful weather,\u201d said the fly; \u201cI shall rest here and sun myself. You must have a pleasant time of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou speak without knowing the facts,\u201d replied the beetle; \u201cdon\u2019t you see that I am a prisoner?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, but I\u2019m not a prisoner,\u201d remarked the fly, and away he flew.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, now I know the world,\u201d said the beetle to himself; \u201cit\u2019s an abominable world; I\u2019m the only respectable person in it. First, they refuse me my golden shoes; then I have to lie on damp linen, and to stand in a draught; and to crown all, they fasten a wife upon me. Then, when I have made a step forward in the world, and found out a comfortable position, just as I could wish it to be, one of these human boys comes and ties me up, and leaves me to the mercy of the wild waves, while the emperor\u2019s favorite horse goes prancing about proudly on his golden shoes. This vexes me more than anything. But it is useless to look for sympathy in this world. My career has been very interesting, but what\u2019s the use of that if nobody knows anything about it? The world does not deserve to be made acquainted with my adventures, for it ought to have given me golden shoes when the emperor\u2019s horse was shod, and I stretched out my feet to be shod, too. If I had received golden shoes I should have been an ornament to the stable; now I am lost to the stable and to the world. It is all over with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

But all was not yet over. A boat, in which were a few young girls, came rowing up. \u201cLook, yonder is an old wooden shoe sailing along,\u201d said one of the younger girls.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd there\u2019s a poor little creature bound fast in it,\u201d said another.<\/p>\n

The boat now came close to our beetle\u2019s ship, and the young girls fished it out of the water. One of them drew a small pair of scissors from her pocket, and cut the worsted without hurting the beetle, and when she stepped on shore she placed him on the grass. \u201cThere,\u201d she said, \u201ccreep away, or fly, if thou canst. It is a splendid thing to have thy liberty.\u201d Away flew the beetle, straight through the open window of a large building; there he sank down, tired and exhausted, exactly on the mane of the emperor\u2019s favorite horse, who was standing in his stable; and the beetle found himself at home again. For some time he clung to the mane, that he might recover himself. \u201cWell,\u201d he said, \u201chere I am, seated on the emperor\u2019s favorite horse,\u2014sitting upon him as if I were the emperor himself. But what was it the farrier asked me? Ah, I remember now,\u2014that\u2019s a good thought,\u2014he asked me why the golden shoes were given to the horse. The answer is quite clear to me, now. They were given to the horse on my account.\u201d And this reflection put the beetle into a good temper. The sun\u2019s rays also came streaming into the stable, and shone upon him, and made the place lively and bright. \u201cTravelling expands the mind very much,\u201d said the beetle. \u201cThe world is not so bad after all, if you know how to take things as they come.<\/p>\n

\u00a0Indeks over H.C. Andersens eventyr \u2014\u00a0Index of Hans Christian Andersen Fairy tales<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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