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Updated: May 21, 2025
After the little imps had reported, the chief kabouter, when his turn came, cried out: "I shall tell of three brothers, and what each one did with the first silver penny he earned." "Go on," they all cried. "I've caught one schim young. He married a wife only last year, but he won't give her one gulden a year to dress on.
But neither a gnome nor a kabouter ever gives up. The master of the choir tried again and again. He scolded one old daddy, for singing too low. He frowned at a stalwart young fellow, who tried to drown out all the rest with his bull-like bellow. He shook his finger at a kabouter girl, that was flirting with a handsome lad near her.
Nobody ever sees a kabouter nowadays, for in the new world, when the woods are nearly all cut down, the world made by the steam engine, and telegraph, and wireless message, the automobile, aeroplane and submarine, cycle and under-sea boat, the little folks in the mines and forests are forgotten.
I smeared the purse with wax and hid it in the thick rib of a boat, by the wharf. There the penny will gather mould enough. Ha! Ha! Ha!" At this, the little imps broke out into a titter that sounded like the cackle of a hen trying to tell she had laid an egg. "Good for you! Serves the old schim right," said a good kabouter, who loved to help human beings.
It was this: The Moss Maiden and Trintje, the wood elf, came to him again at night and danced. They were lively and happy. "What now?" asked the dreamer, smilingly, of his two visitors. He had hardly got the question out of his mouth, when in walked a kabouter, all smutty with blacksmith work. In one hand, he grasped his tool box. In the other, he held a curious looking machine.
So when all were ready, washed, and in their clean clothes, every one of the kabouter families, daddies, mothers, and young ones, were ranged in lines and made to sing. The heavy male tenors and baritones, the female sopranos and contraltos, the trebles of the little folks, and the squeaks of the very small children, down to the babies' cooing, were all heard by the gnomes, who were judges.
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