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Story85:TheBoyWhoLeftHomeToFindOutBoutTheShivers BrothersGrimm1812

This is one of my favorites as is The Girl Without Hands and Two Traveling Companions. But before we get to the first on We will also be going through a story series of a character name Hans after this. So after Two Traveling Companions that series should finished up this book. Oh, it would be so amazing if I can get a 100 stories done in this book. It'd be wonderful SaraKennedy082 you may wanna drop on in when this stories on Hans I am not sure this series is really attached to anything but maybe it will give you some inspiration and there are multiple stories about Hans or his family so I thought I'd tag you ahead of time before the stories come up.

The Boy Who Left Home To Find Out About The Shivers

A Father had two sons, the elder was bright and clever, able to deal with anything that came his way, but the younger was so stupid that he understood nothing and could learn nothing. Everyone who saw him said: "His father will have his troubles with that one!" If there was anything to be done, it was always the elder who had to do it.
But if his father asked the elder son to get something at dusk, let alone at night, and if his way would have taken him through the graveyard or some other spooky place, he would say: "Oh, no, fa-ther, I won't go. It gives me the shivers." Or in the evening, when stories that made your flesh creep were told around the fire, the lis teners would sometimes say: "Oh, it gives me the shivers." The younger son sat in the corner and listened, but he didn't understand.
"They keep saying: 'It gives me the shivers, it gives me the shivers!' It doesn't give me the shivers: it must be another one of those tricks that I just can't learn."
One day his father said to him: "Listen, you over there in the corner, you're getting to be big and strong. You'll have to learn something to make a living by. Your brother is always working, but you're useless." "Oh yes, father," he answered. "I'd be glad to learn something; if possible, I'd like to learn how to get the shivers; that's something I just don't understand." When he heard that, the elder son laughed and thought to himself: "My goodness, what a blockhead my brother is. He'll never come to any good. As the twig is bent, so the tree will lean." The father sighed and answered: "It won't hurt you to find out about the shivers, but it won't get you a living."
A few days later the sexton dropped in for a visit. The father unburdened himself and told him how ignorant his younger son was, how he knew nothing and learned nothing.
"Just imagine, when I
asked him what he wanted to do for a living, he said he wanted to learn how to get the shivers." "If that's all he wants," said the sexton,
'T'lI teach him; give him to me, I'll lick him into shape." The father liked the idea, because he thought: "The boy is bound to get something out of it." So the sexton took him to stay at his house, and gave him the job of ringing the church bell. A few days later, he woke him at midnight and told him to climb up into the belfry and ring the bell. "Now you'll learn what the shivers are," he thought, and secretly went up ahead of him. When the boy came to the top and turned around to grab the bellrope, he saw a white figure on the stairs, across from the sound hole. "Who's there?" he cried, but the figure didn't answer and didn't move.'
"Answer me." the boy cried
out, "or go away. You've no business here in the middle of the night." But the sexton stood there without moving, to make the boy think he was a ghost. The boy cried out a second time: "What are you doing here? Answer me if you're an honest man, or I'll throw you down the stairs." "He wouldn't do that," the sexton thought.
And he didn't utter a sound and he stood there like a stone. The boy called out a third time, and when that didn't help, he braced himself and pushed the ghost down the stairs, and the ghost tumbled down ten steps and lay still in a corner. Then the boy rang the bell, went home, and lay down without saying a word. The sexton's wife waited a long time for her husband, but he didn't come back. Finally she got worried, woke the boy, and asked: "Do you know what's become of my husband? He went up into the belfry ahead of you." "No," the boy answered. "But somebody was standing on the stairs across from the sound hole, and when he wouldn't answer and wouldn't go away, I thought he was up to no good, so I pushed him down the stairs. Go take a look. You'll see if it was him. I'd be very sorry." The wife went to the belfry and found her husband lying in the corner groaning. He had broken a leg.
She carried him home and ran screaming and ranting to the boy's father. "Your boy has done something terrible!" she cried.
"He's
thrown my husband down the stairs and broken his leg. Get the good-for-nothing out of our house." The father was horrified, he went to the sexton's house and gave the boy a piece of his mind.
"What godless thing have you done now? The Devil must have put you up to it." "Father," he said, " just listen. I'm perfectly innocent.
He was standing there in the night like someone that's up to no good.
I didn't know who he was, and I warned him three times to say something or go away." "Heavens above," said the father. "With you I'll never have anything but trouble. Get out of my sight, I don't want to see you any more." "Yes, father, gladly, just wait till it's light and TI go away and learn to get the shivers. Then at least I'll know something to earn a living by." "Learn whatever you like," said the father.
'It's all the same to me. Here are fifty talers, take them and go out into the wide world, but never tell a soul where you come from or who your father is, because I'm ashamed of you." "Yes, father, as you please. If that's all you ask of me, it won't be hard to remember." When the day dawned, the boy put his fifty talers in his pocket and went out on the high road, and all the while he mumbled to him-self: "If I could only get the shivers! If I could only get the shivers!" Then a man overtook him and heard the conversation the boy was having with himself. When they had gone on a little way and the gallows came in sight he said. "Look, there's a tree where seven have celebrated their marriage to the ropemaker's daughter, and now they're learning to fly. Sit down under it and wait till night comes, then you'll get the shivers all right." "If that's all there is to it," said the boy, "it will be easy. If I learn to get the shivers as quickly as all that, Ill give you my fifty talers; come back in the morning." Then the boy went to the gallows, sat down under it and waited for night to fall. Since he was cold, he made a fire, but by midnight the wind was blowing so cold that in spite of the fire he couldn't get warm. And when the wind buffeted the hanged men so that they knocked together and swung back and forth, he thought: "If I'm freezing down here by the fire, imagine what it must be like for them up there." Being a kindhearted boy, he took a ladder, climbed up, untied them one by one, and brought them down, all seven. Then he stirred up the fire and blew on it, and sat them all around it to warm themselves. But they sat motionless, and the fire took hold of their clothes.
"Be careful," he said, "or I'll hang you up again." But the dead men didn't hear him, they didn't say a word, and they just let their rags burn. That made him angry and he said: "If you won't be careful I can't help you. Next thing you know, you'll set me on fire." And he hung them up again one by one. Then he sat down beside his fire and fell asleep. In the morning the man came back for his fifty talers.
"Well," he said, "now do you know what the shivers are?" "No," he replied. "How could I? Those fellows up there didn't open their mouths. They're so stupid they let the few rags they have on their backs catch fire and burn." The man saw he wouldn't be getting any fifty talers that day. As he was going away, he said: "I never saw anybody like that before."