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'I sat in the oak and dreamt last night, that if we don't get to the Dovrefell, the world will come to an end', said the Hen. 'Stuff and nonsense', said the Fox; 'the world won't come to an end if you don't get thither. No! come home with me to my earth. That's far better, for it's warm and jolly there.
Another tale, however, restores the bear to his true place as the king of beasts, endowed not only with strength, but with something divine and terrible about him which the Trolls cannot withstand. This is 'The Cat on the Dovrefell', No. xii.
'Nay, nay; just see what a lovely lot of geese flying yonder', she said to the Fox. Out ran Reynard to fetch a fat roast. But while he was gone, the Hen woke up the Cock, and told him how it had gone with Goosey-Poosey and Ducky-Lucky; and so Cocky-Lucky and Henny-Penny flew out through the chimney, and if they hadn't got to the Dovrefell, it surely would have been all over with the world.
In 'Buttercup', No. xviii, and 'The Cat on the Dovrefell', we have the Troll proper, the supernatural dwellers of the woods and hills, who go to church, and eat men, and porridge, and sausages indifferently, not from malignity, but because they know no better, because it is their nature, and because they have always done so. In one point they all agree in their place of abode.
'Good day, Henny-Penny', said the Cock, 'whither away so early. 'Oh, I'm going to the Dovrefell, that the world mayn't come to an end', said the Hen. 'Who told you that, Henny-Penny', said the Cock. 'I sat in the oak and dreamt it last night', said the Hen. 'I'll go with you', said the Cock. Well! they walked on a good bit, and then they met a Duck. 'Good day, Ducky-Lucky', said the Cock.
Once on a time there was a Hen that had flown up, and perched on an oak-tree for the night. When the night came, she dreamed that unless she got to the Dovrefell, the world would come to an end. So that very minute she jumped down, and set out on her way. When she had walked a bit she met a Cock. 'Good day, Cocky-Locky', said the Hen.
So they went off together, and after a bit they met a Goose. 'Good day, Goosey-Poosey', said the Duck. 'Good day, Ducky-Lucky', said the Goose, 'whither away so early? 'I'm going to the Dovrefell, that the world mayn't come to an end', said the Duck. 'Who told you that, Ducky-Lucky? asked the Goose. 'Cocky-Locky. 'Who told you that, Cocky-Locky? 'Henny-Penny.
In Denmark, the sorceresses were supposed to meet at Tromsoe high up in Finmark, or even on Heckla in Iceland. The Norse witches met at a Blokolle of their own, or on the Dovrefell, or at other places in Norway or Finmark.
'Good day, Cocky-Locky', said the Duck, 'whither away so early? 'Oh, I'm going to the Dovrefell, that the world mayn't come to an end', said the Cock. 'Who told you that, Cocky-Locky? 'Henny-Penny', said the Cock. 'Who told you that, Henny-Penny? said the Duck. 'I sat in the oak and dreamt it last night', said the Hen. 'I'll go with you', said the Duck.
Once on a time there was a man up in Finnmark who had caught a great white bear, which he was going to take to the king of Denmark. Now, it so fell out, that he came to the Dovrefell just about Christmas Eve, and there he turned into a cottage where a man lived, whose name was Halvor, and asked the man if he could get house-room there, for his bear and himself.
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