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The Folktale Project

Feb 28, 2017

There was once a wifeless man. Yes, that is the way a story always begins. And it was his custom to run down to the girls whenever he saw them out playing. And the young girls always ran away from him into their houses. And when the time of great hunting set in, and the kayak men lived in plenty, it always happened that...


Feb 27, 2017

Once upon a time, and be sure 'twas a long time ago, there lived a poor woodman in a great forest, and every day of his life he went out to fell timber. So one day he started out, and the goodwife filled his wallet and slung his bottle on his back, that he might have meat and drink in the forest. He had marked out a...


Feb 24, 2017

I had resolved, as you know, on my return from my first voyage, to spend the rest of my days quietly in Bagdad, but very soon I grew tired of such an idle life and longed once more to find myself upon the sea. I procured, therefore, such goods as were suitable for the places I intended to visit, and embarked for the...


Feb 23, 2017

Once upon a time there was a rich farmer who owned a large farm. Silver had he in a chest, and money out to loan. But there was something he was lacking, for he was a widower. One day the daughter from a neighbouring farm was with him to do some work. The gentleman liked her right well, and as she was the child of...


Feb 22, 2017

In the flower-gemmed cemetery of Tarrytown, where gentle Irving sleeps, a Hessian soldier was interred after sustaining misfortune in the loss of his head in one of the Revolutionary battles. For a long time after he was buried it was the habit of this gentleman to crawl from his grave at unseemly hours and gallop about...