road!'--and he showed them a dead crow which he had picked up.

'Blockhead!' said his brothers, 'what are you going to do with it?'

'With the crow? I shall give it to the Princess!'

'Do so, certainly!' they said, laughing loudly and riding on.

'Slap! bang! here I am again! Look what I have just found! You don't
find such things every day on the road!'

[Illustration: Hans Fills his Pocket with the Mud]

And the brothers turned round to see what in the world he could have
found.

'Blockhead!' said they, 'that is an old wooden shoe without the top!
Are you going to send that, too, to the Princess?'

'Of course I shall!' returned Blockhead-Hans; and the brothers laughed
and rode on a good way.

'Slap! bang! here I am!' cried Blockhead-Hans; better and better--it
is really famous!'

'What have you found now?' asked the brothers. 'Oh,' said
Blockhead-Hans, 'it is really too good! How pleased the Princess will
be!'

'Why!' said the brothers,'this is pure mud, straight from the ditch.'

'Of course it is!' said Blockhead-Hans, 'and it is the best kind! Look
how it runs through one's fingers!' and, so saying, he filled his
pocket with the mud.

But the brothers rode on so fast that dust and sparks flew all around,
and they reached the gate of the town a good hour before
Blockhead-Hans. Here came the suitors numbered according to their
arrival, and they were ranged in rows, six in each row, and they were
so tightly packed that they could not move their arms. This was a very
good thing, for otherwise they would have torn each other in pieces,
merely because the one was in front of the other.

All the country people were standing round the King's throne, and were
crowded together in thick masses almost out of the windows to see the
Princess receive the suitors; and as each one came into the room all
his fine phrases went out like a candle!

'It doesn't matter!' said the Princess. 'Away! out with him!'

At last she came to the row in which the brother who knew the
dictionary by heart was, but he did not know it any longer; he had
quite forgotten it in the rank and file. And the floor creaked, and
the ceiling was all made of glass mirrors, so that he saw himself
standing on his head, and by each window were standing three reporters
and an editor; and each of them was writing down what was said, to
publish it in the paper that came out and was sold at the street
corners for a penny. It was fearful, and they had