10.22.2019

Reading Notes: Marriage Tales, Part B

The True Bride by Stith Thompson (1929)



There was a girl whose father married a new woman. The step-mother hated the girl, and one day while it was snowing told her to go gather berries. Even though the girl knew there would be no berries, she went anyway. While wandering, she came upon a lodge with four men (who were relatives-but she didn't know) who fed her. They asked her why she was wandering in the snow, in which she replied that she had an evil step mother who made her look for berries. The men gave her a snow shovel and told her to remove the snow from the roof. When she did, she saw that the roof was made of earth and there were many strawberries.As she was about to leave, they asked what they could do for her. She told them that she was very poor and only had rags to wear. The youngest boy told her to spit, and when she did a gold nugget came out. The next brother made her shoes of great quality that fit perfectly and would never ruin. The third brother made her a great quality dress. The oldest brother made her a robe. When the girl returned home with strawberries and fancy new clothes, this made the step-mother angry. She told her own daughter to go get berries too, following the trail that the step-sister took. When the men asked her why she was wandering in the snow, she told them that her mother made her get berries and because the step sister had succeeded she should go to the same place. They told her to remove the snow from the roof, and when she did there were strawberries. When she went to leave, they asked what they could do for her. The youngest man told her to spit, but she was insulted. She thought they were fooling her, and because of her vanity they became disgusted and decided not to give her anything good. She decided to spit, and when she did... it was a toenail. The other brothers didn't give her anything. When she returned home, she wasn't wearing fancy new clothes. The step-mother was upset, and asked her to spit. When the girl spit, it was a bad-smelling toe nail.

Gross.

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