“An Ouphe!” perhaps you exclaim, “and pray what might that be?”

An Ouphe, fair questioner, though you may never have heard of him, was a creature well known (by hearsay, at least) to your great-great-grandmother.  It was currently reported that every forest had one within its precincts, who ruled over the woodmen, and exacted tribute from them in the shape of little blocks of wood ready hewn for the fire of his underground palace, such blocks as are bought at shops in these degenerate days, and called in London “kindling.”

It was said that he had a silver axe, with which he marked those trees that he did not object to have cut down; moreover, he was supposed to possess great riches, and to appear but seldom above ground, and when he did to look like an old man in all respects but one, which was that he always carried some green ash-keys about with him which he could not conceal, and by which he might be known.

Do I hear you say that you don’t believe he ever existed?  It matters not at all to my story whether you do or not.  He certainly does not exist now.  The Commissioners of Woods and Forests have much to answer for, if it was they who put an end to his reign; but I do not think they did; it is more likely that the spelling-book used in woodland districts disagreed with his constitution.

After this short preface please to listen while I tell you that once in a little black-timbered cottage, at the skirts of a wood, a young woman sat before the fire rocking her baby, and, as she did so, building a castle in the air:  “What a good thing it would be,” she thought to herself, “if we were rich!”

It had been a bright day, but the evening was chilly; and, as she watched the glowing logs that were blazing on her hearth, she wished that all the lighted part of them would turn to gold.

She was very much in the habit this little wife of building castles in the air, particularly when she had nothing else to do, or her husband was late in coming home to his supper.  Just as she was thinking how late he was there was a tap at the door, and an old man walked in, who said: 

“Mistress, will you give a poor man a warm at your fire?”

“And welcome,” said the young woman, setting him a chair.

So he sat down as close to the fire as he could, and spread out his hands to the flames.

He had a little knapsack on his back, and the young woman did not doubt that he was an old soldier.

“Maybe you are used to the hot countries,” she said.

“All countries are much the same to me,” replied the stranger.  “I see nothing to find fault with in this one.  You have fine hawthorn-trees hereabouts; just now they are as white as snow; and then you have a noble wood behind you.”

“Ah, you may well say that,” said the young woman.  “It is a noble wood to us; it gets us bread.  My husband works in it.”

“And a fine sheet of water there is in it,” continued the old man.  “As I sat by it to-day it was pretty to see those cranes, with red legs, stepping from leaf to leaf of the water-lilies so lightly.”

As he spoke he looked rather wistfully at a little saucepan which stood upon the hearth.

“Why, I shouldn’t wonder if you were hungry,” said the young woman, laying her baby in the cradle, and spreading a cloth on the round table.  “My husband will be home soon, and if you like to stay and sup with him and me, you will be kindly welcome.”

The old man’s eyes sparkled when she said this, and he looked so very old and seemed so weak that she pitied him.  He turned a little aside from the fire, and watched her while she set a brown loaf on the table, and fried a few slices of bacon; but all was ready, and the kettle had been boiling some time before there were any signs of the husband’s return.

“I never knew Will to be so late before,” said the stranger.  “Perhaps he is carrying his logs to the saw-pits.”

“Will!” exclaimed the wife.  “What, you know my husband, then?  I thought you were a stranger in these parts.”

“Oh, I have been past this place several times,” said the old man, looking rather confused; “and so, of course, I have heard of your husband.  Nobody’s stroke in the wood is so regular and strong as his.”

“And I can tell you he is the handiest man at home,” began his wife.

“Ah, ah,” said the old man, smiling at her eagerness; “and here he comes, if I am not mistaken.”

At that moment the woodman entered.

“Will,” said his wife, as she took his bill-book from him, and hung up his hat, “here’s an old soldier come to sup with us, my dear.”  And as she spoke, she gave her husband a gentle push toward the old man, and made a sign that he should speak to him.

“Kindly welcome, master,” said the woodman.  “Wife, I’m hungry; let’s to supper.”

The wife turned some potatoes out of the little saucepan, set a jug of beer on the table, and they all began to sup.  The best of everything was offered by the wife to the stranger.  The husband, after looking earnestly at him for a few minutes, kept silence.

“And where might you be going to lodge to-night, good man, if I’m not too bold?” asked she.

The old man heaved a deep sigh, and said he supposed he must lie out in the forest.

“Well, that would be a great pity,” remarked his kind hostess.  “No wonder your bones ache if you have no better shelter.”  As she said this, she looked appealingly at her husband.

“My wife, I’m thinking, would like to offer you a bed,” said the woodman; “at least, if you don’t mind sleeping in this clean kitchen, I think that we could toss you up something of that sort that you need not disdain.”

“Disdain, indeed!” said the wife.  “Why, Will, when there’s not a tighter cottage than ours in all the wood, and with a curtain, as we have, and a brick floor, and everything so good about us ”

The husband laughed; the old man looked on with a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m sure I shall be humbly grateful,” said he.

Accordingly, when supper was over, they made him up a bed on the floor, and spread clean sheets upon it of the young wife’s own spinning, and heaped several fresh logs on the fire.  Then they wished the stranger good night, and crept up the ladder to their own snug little chamber.

“Disdain, indeed!” laughed the wife, as soon as they shut the door.  “Why, Will, how could you say it?  I should like to see him disdain me and mine.  It isn’t often, I’ll engage to say, that he sleeps in such a well-furnished kitchen.”

The husband said nothing, but secretly laughed to himself.

“What are you laughing at, Will?” said his wife, as she put out the candle.

“Why, you soft little thing,” answered the woodman, “didn’t you see that bunch of green ash-keys in his cap; and don’t you know that nobody would dare to wear them but the Ouphe of the Wood?  I saw him cutting those very keys for himself as I passed to the sawmill this morning, and I knew him again directly, though he has disguised himself as an old man.”

“Bless us!” exclaimed the little wife; “is the Wood Ouphe in our cottage?  How frightened I am!  I wish I hadn’t put the candle out.”

The husband laughed more and more.

“Will,” said his wife, in a solemn voice, “I wonder how you dare laugh, and that powerful creature under the very bed where you lie!”

“And she to be so pitiful over him,” said the woodman, laughing till the floor shook under him, “and to talk and boast of our house, and insist on helping him to more potatoes, when he has a palace of his own, and heaps of riches!  Oh, dear! oh, dear!”

“Don’t laugh, Will,” said the wife, “and I’ll make you the most beautiful firmity you ever tasted to-morrow.  Don’t let him hear you laughing.”

“Why, he comes for no harm,” said the woodman.  “I’ve never cut down any trees that he had not marked, and I’ve always laid his toll of the wood, neatly cut up, beside his foot-path, so I am not afraid.  Besides, don’t you know that he always pays where he lodges, and very handsomely, too?”

“Pays, does he?” said the wife.  “Well, but he is an awful creature to have so near one.  I would much rather he had really been an old soldier.  I hope he is not looking after my baby; he shall not have him, let him offer ever so much.”

The more the wife talked, the more the husband laughed at her fears, till at length he fell asleep, whilst she lay awake, thinking and thinking, till by degrees she forgot her fears, and began to wonder what they might expect by way of reward.  Hours appeared to pass away during these thoughts.  At length, to her great surprise, while it was still quite dark, her husband called to her from below: 

“Come down, Kitty; only come down to see what the Ouphe has left us.”

As quickly as possible Kitty started up and dressed herself, and ran down the ladder, and then she saw her husband kneeling on the floor over the knapsack, which the Ouphe had left behind him.  Kitty rushed to the spot, and saw the knapsack bursting open with gold coins, which were rolling out over the brick floor.  Here was good fortune!  She began to pick them up, and count them into her apron.  The more she gathered, the faster they rolled, till she left off counting, out of breath with joy and surprise.

“What shall we do with all this money?” said the delighted woodman.

They consulted for some time.  At last they decided to bury it in the garden, all but twenty pieces, which they would spend directly.  Accordingly they dug a hole and carefully hid the rest of the money, and then the woodman went to the town, and soon returned laden with the things they had agreed upon as desirable possessions; namely, a leg of mutton, two bottles of wine, a necklace for Kitty, some tea and sugar, a grand velvet waistcoat, a silver watch, a large clock, a red silk cloak, and a hat and feather for the baby, a quilted petticoat, a great many muffins and crumpets, a rattle, and two new pairs of shoes.

How enchanted they both were!  Kitty cooked the nice things, and they dressed themselves in the finery, and sat down to a very good dinner.  But, alas! the woodman drank so much of the wine that he soon got quite tipsy, and began to dance and sing.  Kitty was very much shocked; but when he proposed to dig up some more of the gold, and go to market for some more wine and some more blue velvet waistcoats, she remonstrated very strongly.  Such was the change that had come over this loving couple, that they presently began to quarrel, and from words the woodman soon got to blows, and, after beating his little wife, lay down on the floor and fell fast asleep, while she sat crying in a corner.

The next day they both felt very miserable, and the woodman had such a terrible headache that he could neither eat nor work; but the day after, being pretty well again, he dug up some more gold and went to town, where he bought such quantities of fine clothes and furniture and so many good things to eat, that in the end he was obliged to buy a wagon to bring them home in, and great was the delight of his wife when she saw him coming home on the top of it, driving the four gray horses himself.

They soon began to unpack the goods and lay them out on the grass, for the cottage was far too small to hold them.

“There are some red silk curtains with gold rods,” said the woodman.

“And grand indeed they are!” exclaimed his wife, spreading them over the onion bed.

“And here’s a great looking-glass,” continued the woodman, setting one up against the outside of the cottage, for it would not go in the door.

So they went on handing down the things, and it took nearly the whole afternoon to empty the wagon.  No wonder, when it contained, among other things, a coral and bells for the baby, and five very large tea-trays adorned with handsome pictures of impossible scenery, two large sofas covered with green damask, three bonnets trimmed with feathers and flowers, two glass tumblers for them to drink out of, for Kitty had decided that mugs were very vulgar things, six books bound in handsome red morocco, a mahogany table, a large tin saucepan, a spit and silver waiter, a blue coat with gilt buttons, a yellow waistcoat, some pictures, a dozen bottles of wine, a quarter of lamb, cakes, tarts, pies, ale, porter, gin, silk stockings, blue and red and white shoes, lace, ham, mirrors, three clocks, a four-post bedstead, and a bag of sugar candy.

These articles filled the cottage and garden; the wagon stood outside the paling.  Though the little kitchen was very much encumbered with furniture, they contrived to make a fire in it; and, having eaten a sumptuous dinner, they drank each other’s health, using the new tumblers to their great satisfaction.

“All these things remind me that we must have another house built,” said Kitty.

“You may do just as you please about that, my dear,” replied her husband, with a bottle of wine in his hand.

“My dear,” said Kitty, “how vulgar you are!  Why don’t you drink out of one of our new tumblers, like a gentleman?”

The woodman refused, and said it was much more handy to drink it out of the bottle.

“Handy, indeed!” retorted Kitty; “yes, and by that means none will be left for me.”

Thereupon another quarrel ensued, and the woodman, being by this time quite tipsy, beat his wife again.  The next day they went and got numbers of workmen to build them a new house in their garden.  It was quite astonishing even to Kitty, who did not know much about building, to see how quick these workmen were; in one week the house was ready.  But in the meantime the woodman, who had very often been tipsy, felt so unwell that he could not look after them; therefore it is not surprising that they stole a great many of his fine things while he lay smoking on the green damask sofa which stood on the carrot bed.  Those articles which the workmen did not steal the rain and dust spoilt; but that they thought did not much matter, for still more than half the gold was left; so they soon furnished the new house.  And now Kitty had a servant, and used to sit every morning on a couch dressed in silks and jewels till dinner-time, when the most delicious hot beefsteaks and sausage pudding or roast goose were served up, with more sweet pies, fritters, tarts, and cheese-cakes than they could possibly eat.  As for the baby, he had three elegant cots, in which he was put to sleep by turns; he was allowed to tear his picture-books as often as he pleased, and to eat so many sugar-plums and macaroons that they often made him quite ill.

The woodman looked very pale and miserable, though he often said what a fine thing it was to be rich.  He never thought of going to his work, and used generally to sit in the kitchen till dinner was ready, watching the spit.  Kitty wished she could see him looking as well and cheerful as in old days, though she felt naturally proud that her husband should always be dressed like a gentleman, namely, in a blue coat, red waistcoat, and top-boots.

He and Kitty could never agree as to what should be done with the rest of the money; in fact, no one would have known them for the same people; they quarrelled almost every day, and lost nearly all their love for one another.  Kitty often cried herself to sleep a thing she had never done when they were poor; she thought it was very strange that she should be a lady, and yet not be happy.  Every morning when the woodman was sober they invented new plans for making themselves happy, yet, strange to say, none of them succeeded, and matters grew worse and worse.  At last Kitty thought she should be happy if she had a coach; so she went to the place where the knapsack was buried, and began to dig; but the garden was so trodden down that she could not dig deep enough, and soon got tired of trying.  At last she called the servant, and told her the secret as to where the money was, promising her a gold piece if she could dig it up.  The servant dug with all her strength, and with a great deal of trouble they got the knapsack up, and Kitty found that not many gold pieces were left.  However, she resolved to have the coach, so she took them and went to the town, where she bought a yellow chariot, with a most beautiful coat of arms upon it, and two cream-colored horses to draw it.

In the meantime the maid ran to the magistrates, and told them she had discovered something very dreadful, which was, that her mistress had nothing to do but dig in the ground and that she could make money come coined money:  “which,” said the maid, “is a very terrible thing, and it proves that she must be a witch.”

The mayor and aldermen were very much shocked, for witches were commonly believed in in those days; and when they heard that Kitty had dug up money that very morning, and bought a yellow coach with it, they decided that the matter must be investigated.

When Kitty drove up to her own door, she saw the mayor and aldermen standing in the kitchen waiting for her.  She demanded what they wanted, and they said they were come in the king’s name to search the house.

Kitty immediately ran up-stairs and took the baby out of his cradle, lest any of them should steal him, which, of course, seemed a very probable thing for them to do.  Then she went to look for her husband, who, shocking to relate, was quite tipsy, quarrelling and arguing with the mayor, and she actually saw him box an alderman’s ears.

“The thing is proved,” said the indignant mayor; “this woman is certainly a witch.”

Kitty was very much bewildered at this; but how much more when she saw her husband seize the mayor yes, the very mayor himself and shake him so hard that he actually shook his head off, and it rolled under the dresser!  “If I had not seen this with my own eyes,” said Kitty, “I could not have believed it even now it does not seem at all real.”

All the aldermen wrung their hands.

“Murder! murder!” cried the maid.

“Yes,” said the aldermen, “this woman and her husband must immediately be put to death, and the baby must be taken from them and made a slave.”

In vain Kitty fell on her knees; the proofs of their guilt were so plain that there was no hope for mercy; and they were just going to be led out to execution when why, then she opened her eyes, and saw that she was lying in bed in her own little chamber where she had lived and been so happy; her baby beside her in his wicker cradle was crowing and sucking his fingers.

“So, then, I have never been rich, after all,” said Kitty; “and it was all only a dream!  I thought it was very strange at the time that a man’s head should roll off.”

And she heaved a deep sigh, and put her hand to her face, which was wet with the tears she had shed when she thought that she and her husband were going to be executed.

“I am very glad, then, my husband is not a drunken man; and he does not beat me; but he goes to work every day, and I am as happy as a queen.”

Just then she heard her husband’s good-tempered voice whistling as he went down the ladder.

“Kitty, Kitty,” said he, “come, get up, my little woman; it’s later than usual, and our good visitor will want his breakfast.”

“Oh, Will, Will, do come here,” answered the wife; and presently her husband came up again, dressed in his fustian jacket, and looking quite healthy and good-tempered not at all like the pale man in the blue coat, who sat watching the meat while it roasted.

“Oh, Will, I have had such a frightful dream,” said Kitty, and she began to cry; “we are not going to quarrel and hate each other, are we?”

“Why, what a silly little thing thou art to cry about a dream,” said the woodman, smiling.  “No, we are not going to quarrel as I know of.  Come, Kitty, remember the Ouphe.”

“Oh, yes, yes, I remember,” said Kitty, and she made haste to dress herself and come down.

“Good morning, mistress; how have you slept?” said the Ouphe, in a gentle voice, to her.

“Not so well as I could have wished, sir,” said Kitty.

The Ouphe smiled. “I slept very well,” he said.  “The supper was good, and kindly given, without any thought of reward.”

“And that is the certain truth,” interrupted Kitty:  “I never had the least thought what you were till my husband told me.”

The woodman had gone out to cut some fresh cresses, for his guest’s breakfast.

“I am sorry, mistress,” said the Ouphe, “that you slept uneasily my race are said sometimes by their presence to affect the dreams of you mortals.  Where is my knapsack?  Shall I leave it behind me in payment of bed and board?”

“Oh, no, no, I pray you don’t,” said the little wife, blushing and stepping back; “you are kindly welcome to all you have had, I’m sure:  don’t repay us so, sir.”

“What, mistress, and why not?” asked the Ouphe, smiling.  “It is as full of gold pieces as it can hold, and I shall never miss them.”

“No, I entreat you, do not,” said Kitty, “and do not offer it to my husband, for maybe he has not been warned as I have.”

Just then the woodman came in.

“I have been thanking your wife for my good entertainment,” said the Ouphe, “and if there is anything in reason that I can give either of you ”

“Will, we do very well as we are,” said his wife, going up to him and looking anxiously in his face.

“I don’t deny,” said the woodman, thoughtfully, “that there are one or two things I should like my wife to have, but somehow I’ve not been able to get them for her yet.”

“What are they?” asked the Ouphe.

“One is a spinning-wheel,” answered the woodman; “she used to spin a good deal when she was at home with her mother.”

“She shall have a spinning-wheel,” replied the Ouphe; “and is there nothing else, my good host?”

“Well,” said the woodman, frankly, “since you are so obliging, we should like a hive of bees.”

“The bees you shall have also; and now, good morning both, and a thousand thanks to you.”

So saying, he took his leave, and no pressing could make him stay to breakfast.

“Well,” thought Kitty, when she had had a little time for reflection, “a spinning-wheel is just what I wanted; but if people had told me this time yesterday morning that I should be offered a knapsack full of money, and should refuse it, I could not possibly have believed them!”