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A Stranger Tale (2024-08-19)

Image from the 1907 edition of *The Golden Staircase: Poems and Verses for Children,* by Lowey Chisholm and M. Dibdin Spooner via wikimedia commons. Image from the 1907 edition of *The Golden Staircase: Poems and Verses for Children,* by Lowey Chisholm and M. Dibdin Spooner via wikimedia commons.
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Among the common books of my childhood were books of fairytales, by that time usually expurgated versions of those made famous by the Grimm brothers in beautiful hardcover editions with reproductions of painted illustrations that simply aren't printed anymore. One story always stuck in mind in apart from the others I had read, that usually referred to under the title The Pied Piper of Hamelin. The story had some magical elements, but it was really strange compared to the others in the collection I read it in. The other stories had talking animals, including the animals made temporarily into people in the famous story of Cinderella. But really, the story was not especially magical. The plague of rats were not say, sent by an insulted wizard or something, the way most misfortunes were in such stories. Somehow it just didn't seem to fit with the others, although I remember being quite impressed with the pied piper's clothes, and too young too understand "pied" referred to his clothes in the first place. In fact, I think in my child's understanding "pied" must have just seemed like one more weird word that didn't actually refer to anything. The Grimms did indeed collect a version of the story, but the story I read was probably from Robert Browning's rendition in verse. On further reading for this thoughtpeice, I discovered this story had a clearly defined year that it happened: 1284, and a very specific number of children lost: 130. The place is specific too: hamelin, in german hameln, a port town in weser in lower saxony, germany. Insofar as this was a "fairytale" then, it was perhaps on its way to becoming one.

This stubbornly eerie story has won its share of detailed research over the years, and as early as 1998 professor Jurgen Udolph, a historian and linguist at the university of gottingen found himself in the news due to his results in this area. Imre Karacs summarizes it in a 27 january article in the independent-uk newspaper, Twist in the Tale of Pied Piper's Kidnapping. Udolph found that these "children" were young adults who had left hameln for a region now split between eastern germany and poland, based on the recurrence of hameln place names and their own family names there. They named at least two still existing home-from-homes "hameln," one north of berlin, the other near stargard, poland. These young adults were persuaded to leave by a recruiter who drew attention with his pied dress and piping, calling on the willing to help colonize lands after the teutonic knights managed to take them over by driving out the earlier invading danes. The detail about these young people's names is added by Raphael Kadushin in his description of Udolph's research in 2014, bbc.com: The Grim Truth Behind the Pied Piper. It seems the 730th anniversary of this infamous event led to a follow up after the 1998 excitement. Based on the frequency of occurrence, Udolph argued that the main area the young people came from was uckermark and prignitz near berlin. From the sound of it they travelled a minimum of 140 kilometres from their original homes. This doesn't sound very far today, but that is a product of modern day ease of travel. Considering they would have passed from familiar lands into an unfamiliar region depopulated and smashed by warfare, the trip was probably even tougher than usual for the time. All a far cry from Robert Browning's lighthearted rendition of the event of the pied piper recruiting away a significant portion of the youth in hameln in 1284.

The Pied Piper of Hamelin

by Robert Browning

I

Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,

By famous Hanover city;

The river Weser, deep and wide,

Washes its wall on the southern side;

A pleasanter spot you never spied;

But when begins my ditty,

Almost five hundred years ago,

To see the townfolk suffer so

from vermin, was a pity.

II

Rats!

They fought the dogs and killed the cats,

And bit the babies in the cradles,

And ate the cheeses out of the vats,

And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles,

Split open the kegs of salted sprats,

Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,

And even spoiled the women's chats

By drowning their speaking

With shrieking and squeaking

In fifty different sharps and flats.

III

At last the people in a body

To the Town Hall came flocking:

"'Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy;

And as for our Corporation – chocking

To think we buy gowns lined with ermine

For dolts that can't or won't determine

What's best to rid us of our vermin!

You hope, because you're old and obese,

To find in the furry civic robe ease?

Rouse up sirs! Give your brains a racking

To find the remedy we're lacking,

Or, sure as fate we'll send you packing!"

At this the Mayor and Corporation

Quaked with a mighty consternation.

IV

An hour they sat in council;

At length the Mayor broke silence;

"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell,

I wish I were a mile hence!

It's easy to bid one rack one's brain –

I'm sure my poor head aches again,

I've scratched it so, and all in vain.

Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"

Just as he said this, what should hap

At the chamber-door but a gentle tap?

"Bless us," cried the Mayor, "What's that?"

(With the Corporation as he sat,

Looking little though wondrous fat;

Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister

Than a too-long-opened oyster,

Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous

For a plate of turtle green and glutinous)

"Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?

Anything like the sound of a rat

Makes my heart go pit-a-pat."

V

"Come in!" the Mayor cried, looking bigger:

And in did come the strangest figure!

His queer long coat from heel to head

Was half of yellow and half of red,

And he himself was tall and thin,

With sharp blue eyes, each life a pin,

And light loose hair yet swarthy skin,

No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,

But lips where smiles went out and in;

There was no guessing his kith and kin:

And nobody could enough admire

The tall man and his quaint attire.

Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire,

Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone,

Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!"

VI

He advanced to the council-table:

And, "Please your honours," said he, "I'm able

By means of a secret charm, to draw

All creatures living beneath the sun,

That creep or swim or fly or run,

After me so as you never saw!

And I chiefly use my charm, to draw

On creatures that do people harm,

The mole and toad and newt and viper;

And people call me the Pied Piper."

(And here they noticed round his neck

A scarf of red and yellow stripe,

To match with his coat of the self-same cheque;

And at his scarf's end hung a pipe;

And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying

As if impatient to be playing

Upon his pipe as low it dangled

Over his vesture so old-fangled.)

"Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am,

In Tartary I freed the Cham,

Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats;

I eased in Asia the Nizam

Of a monstrous brood of vampire-bats:

And as for what your brain bewilders,

If I can rid your town of rats

Will you give me a thousand guilders?"

"One? Fifty thousand!" – was the exclamation

of the Mayor and the Corporation.

VII

Into the street the Piper stept,

Smiling first a little smile,

As if he knew what magic slept

In his quiet pipe the while;

Then, like a musical adept,

To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,

And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled,

Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled;

And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,

You heard as if an army muttered;

And the muttering grew to a grumbling;

And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;

And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.

Great rats, small ras, lean rats, brawny rats,

Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,

Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,

Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,

Cocking tail and pricking whiskers,

Families by tens and dozens,

Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives –

Followed the Piper for their lives.

From street to street he piped advancing,

And step for step they followed dancing,

Until they came to the river Weser,

Where in all plunged and perished!

– Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar,

Swam across and lived to carry

(As he, the manuscript he cherished)

To Rat-Land home his commentary:

Which was, "At the first shrill notes of the pipe,

I heard a sound as of scraping tripe,

And putting apples, wondrous ripe,

Into a cider-press's gripe;

And a moving away of pickle-tub boards,

And a drawing the corks of train-oil flasks,

And a breaking the loops of butter casks:

And it seemed as if a voice

(Sweeter far than by harp or psaltery

Is breathed) called out, 'Oh rats, rejoice!

The world is grown to one vast dysaltery!

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,

Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!'

And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon,

Already staved like a great sun shone

Glorious scarce an inch before me,

Just as methought it said 'Come, bore me!'

– I found the Weser rolling o'er me."

VIII

You should have heard the Hamelin people

Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple.

"Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long poles,

Poke out the nests and block up the holes!

Consult with the carpenters and builders

And leave in our town not even a trace

of the rats!" – when suddenly, up the face

of the Piper perked up in the market-place,

With a, "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"

IX

A thousand guilders! The Mayor looked blue;

So did the Corporation too.

For council dinners made rare havoc

With Claret, Moselle, Vin-Grave, Hock;

And half the money would replenish

Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish.

To pay this sum to a wandering fellow

With a gypsy coat of red and yellow!

"Beside," quoth the Mayor with a knowing wink,

"Our business was done at the river's brink;

We saw with our eyes the vermin sink,

And what's dead can't come to life, I think.

So, friend, we're not folks to shrink

From the duty of giving you something for drink,

And a matter of money to put in your poke;

But as for the guilders, what we spoke

Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.

Beside, our losses have made us thrifty.

A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!"

X

The Piper's face fell, and he cried,

"No trifling! I can't wait, beside!

I've promised to visit by dinnertime

Bagdat, and accept the prime

Of the Head-Cook's pottage, all he's rich in.

For having left in the Caliph's kitchen,

Of a nest of scorpions no survivor:

With him I proved no bargain-driver.

With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver!

And folks who put me in a passion

May find me pipe after another fashion."

XI

"How?" cried the Mayor "D'ye think I brook

Being worse treated than a cook?

Insulted by a lazy ribald

With idle pipe and vesture piebald?

You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst,

Blow your pipe there till you burst!"

XII

Once more he stept into the street,

And to his lips again

Laid his long pupe of smooth straight cane;

And ere he blew three notes (such sweet

Soft notes as yet musician's cunning

Never gave the enraptured air)

There was a rustling that seemed like bustling

of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling;

Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,

Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering,

And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering,

Out came the children running.

All the little boys and girls,

With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,

And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,

Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after

The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

XIII

The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood

As if they were changed into blocks of wood,

Unable to move a step, or cry

To the children merrily skipping by,

– Could only follow with the eye

That joyous crowd at the Pipers back,

But how the Mayor was on the rack,

And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,

As the Piper turned from the High Street

To where the Weser rolled its waters

Right in the way of their sons and daughters!

However, he turned from South to West,

And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,

And after him the children pressed;

Great was the joy in every breast.

"He never can cross that mighty top!

He's forced to let the piping drop,

And we shall see our children stop!"

When, lo, as they reached the mountain-side,

A wondrous portal opened wide,

As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;

And the Piper advanced and the children followed,

And when all were in to the very last,

The door in the mountain-side shut fast.

Did I say, all? No! One was lame,

And could not dance the whole of the way;

And in after years, if you would blame

His sadness he was used to say, –

"It's dull in our town since my playmates left!

I can't forget that I'm bereft

Of all the pleasant sights they see,

Which the Piper also promised me.

For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,

Joining the town and just at hand,

Where waters gushed and fruit trees grew.

And flowers put forth a fairer hue,

And everything was strange and new;

The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here,

And their dogs outrun our fallow deer,

And honey-bees had lost their stings,

And horses were born with eagle's wings:

And just as I became assured

My lame foot would be speedily cured,

The music stopped and I stood still,

And found myself outside the hill,

Left alone against my will,

To go now limping as before,

And never hear of that country more!"

XIV

Alas, alas! for Hamelin!

There came into many a burgher's pate

A text which says that heaven's gate

Opes to the rich at as easy a rate

As the needle's eye takes a camel in!

The Mayor sent East, West, North, and SOuth,

To offer the Piper, by word of mouth,

Wherever it was men's lot to find him,

Silver and gold to his heart's content,

If he'd only return the way he went,

And bring the children behind him.

But when they aw it was a lost endeavour,

And Piper and dancers were gone forever,

They made a decree that lawyers never

Should think their records dated duly

If, after the day of the month and year,

These words did not as well appear,

"And so long after what happened here

On the Twenty-second of July,

Thirteen hundred and seventy six:"

And the better in memory to fix

The place of the children's last retreat,

They called it the Pied Piper's Street –

Where anyone playing on pipe or tabor

Was sure for the future to lose his labour.

Nor suffered they hostelry or tavern

To shock with mirth a street so solemn,

But opposite the place of the cavern

They wrote the story on a column,

And on the great church window painted

The same, to make the world acquainted

How their children were stolen away,

And there it stands to this very day.

And I must not omit to say

That in Transylvania there's a tribe

Of alien people who ascribe

The outlandish ways and dress

On which their neighbours lay such stress,

To their fathers and mothers having risen

Out of some subterraneous prison

Into which they were trepanned

Long ago in a mighty band

Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land,

But how or why, they don't understand.

XV

So, Willy, let me and you be wipers

Of scores out with all men – especially pipers!

And, whether they pipe us free from rats or from mice,

If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise!

 

Pages 13-23 from The Pied Piper of Hamelin and Other Poems, New York: Houghtin, Mifflin, and Company, 1897. Original scan accessed via the internet archive.

Copyright © C. Osborne 2024
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