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The Dancing Children of Erfurt J. Related Links. Return to D. Ashliman's folktextsa library of folktales, folklore, fairy tales, and mythology. He was wearing a coat of many colored, bright cloth, for which reason he was called the Pied Piper.

He claimed to be a ratcatcher, and he promised that for a certain sum he would rid the city of all mice and rats. The citizens struck a deal, promising him a certain price. The ratcatcher then took a small fife from his pocket and began to blow on it. Rats and mice immediately came from every house and gathered around him. When he thought that he had them all he led them to the River Weser where he pulled up his clothes and walked into the water.

The animals all followed him, fell in, Hamelin ripped wanted drowned. Now that the citizens had been freed of their plague, they regretted having promised so much money, and, using all kinds of excuses, they refused to pay him. Finally he went away, bitter and angry. He returned on June 26, Saint John's and Saint Paul's Day, early in the morning at seven o'clock others say it was at noonnow dressed in a hunter's costume, with a dreadful look on his face and wearing a strange red hat.

He sounded his fife in the streets, but this time it wasn't rats and mice that came to him, but rather children: a great of boys and girls from their fourth year on. Among them was the mayor's grown daughter.

The swarm followed him, and he led them into a mountain, where he disappeared with them. All this was seen by a babysitter who, carrying in her arms, had followed them from Hamelin ripped wanted distance, but had then turned around and carried the news back to the town. The anxious parents ran in droves Hamelin ripped wanted the town gates seeking their children.

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The mothers cried out and sobbed pitifully. Within the hour messengers were sent everywhere by water and by land inquiring if the children -- or any of them -- had been seen, but it was all for naught. In total, one hundred thirty were lost. Two, as some say, had lagged behind and came back.

One of them was blind and the other mute. The blind one was not able to point out the place, but was able to tell how they had followed the piper. The mute one was able to point out the Hamelin ripped wanted, although he [or she] had heard nothing. One little boy in shirtsleeves had gone along with the others, but had turned back to fetch his jacket and thus escaped the tragedy, for when he returned, the others had already disappeared into a cave within a hill.

This cave is still shown. Until the middle of the eighteenth century, and probably still today, the street through which the children were led out to the town gate was called the bunge-lose drumless, soundless, quiet street, because no dancing or music was allowed there. Indeed, when a bridal procession on its way to church crossed this street, the musicians would have to stop playing. The mountain near Hameln where the children disappeared is called Poppenberg. Two stone monuments in the form of crosses have been erected there, one on the left side Hamelin ripped wanted one on the right.

Some say Hamelin ripped wanted the children were led into a cave, and that they came out again in Transylvania. The citizens of Hameln recorded this event in their town register, and they came to date all their proclamations according to the years and days since the loss of their children. According to Seyfried the 22nd rather than the 26th of June was entered into the town register.

The following lines were inscribed on the town hall: In the year after the birth of Christ From Hameln were led away One hundred thirty children, born at this place Led away by a piper into a mountain. The accompanying inscription has become largely illegible. In addition, a coin was minted in memory of the event. In following editions this legend is ed Chardin records only the name of the Tower of Forty Virgins.

In opposition to Erich, Martin Schock, in his Fabula hamelensisrejects the truth of this story. Inscription, in gold letters, on a house in Hameln: "In the year on the Day of John and Paul, the 26th of June, a piper wearing clothes of many colors abducted children, born in Hameln and lost at Calvary on the Koppen. Return to the table of contents. They fought the dogs, and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.

At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy; And as for our Corporation -- shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin! You hope, because you're old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? Rouse up, sirs! Hamelin ripped wanted your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing! An hour they sate in council, At length the Mayor broke silence: "For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell, I wish I were a mile Hamelin ripped wanted It's easy to bid one rack one's brain -- I'm sure my poor head aches again I've scratched it so, and all in vain.

Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap! Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat! His queer long Hamelin ripped wanted from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red; And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp Hamelin ripped wanted eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in -- There was no guessing his kith and kin!

And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire. Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire, Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone, Had walked this way from his painted tombstone! And I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper.

Into the street the Piper stept, Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled; And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling: Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives -- Followed the Piper for their lives.

From street to street he piped, advancing, And step for step, they followed, dancing, Until they came to the river Weser Wherein all plunged and perished -- Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar, Swam across and lived to carry As he the manuscript he cherished To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, "At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider press's gripe: And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, Hamelin ripped wanted a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And the drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks; And it seemed as if a voice Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed called out, Oh rats, rejoice!

The world is grown to one vast drysaltery! So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon! And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon, All ready staved, like a great sun shone Glorious scarce an inch before me, Just as methought it said, 'Come, bore me!

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Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats! The Mayor looked blue; So did the Corporation, too. To pay this sum to a wandering fellow With a gypsy coat of red and yellow! So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink From the duty of giving you something for drink, And a matter of money to put in your poke; But, as for the guilders, what we spoke Of them, as you Hamelin ripped wanted well know, was in joke.

Beside, our losses have made us thrifty: A thousand Hamelin ripped wanted Come, take fifty! I can't wait, beside! I've promised to visit, by dinner-time Bagdat, and accept the prime Of the Head Cook's pottage, all he's rich in, For having left, in the Caliph's kitchen, Of a nest of scorpions no survivor: With him I proved no bargain-driver, With you, don't think I'll bait a stiver!

And folks who put me in a passion May find me pipe to another fashion. Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald? You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst, Blow your pipe there till you burst! All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood As if they were changed into blocks of wood, Unable to move a step, or cry To the children merrily skipping by, -- Could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat, As the Piper Hamelin ripped wanted from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters! However he turned from South to West, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, And after him the children pressed; Great was the joy in every breast.

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He's forced to let the piping drop, And we shall see our children stop! Did I say, all? One was lame, And could not dance the whole of the way; And in after years, if you would blame His sadness, he was used to say, -- "It's dull in our town since my playmates left! I can't forget that I'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see, Which the Piper also promised me; For he led us, he said, to a joyous land, ing the town and just at hand, Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew, And flowers put forth a fairer hue, And everything was strange and new; The sparrows were brighter than the peacocks here, And their dogs outran our fallow deer, And honey-bees had lost their stings, And horses were born with eagles' wings; And just as I became assured My lame foot would Hamelin ripped wanted speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!

There came into many a burgher's pate A text which says, that heaven's Gate Opes to the rich at as easy rate As the needle's eye takes a camel in! The Mayor sent East, West, North, and South To offer the Piper by word of mouth, Wherever it was men's lot to find him, Silver and gold to his heart's content, If he'd only return the way he went, And bring the children behind him.

But when they saw 'twas a lost endeavor, And Piper and dancers were gone forever, They made a decree that lawyers never Should think their records dated duly If, after the day of the month and year, These words did not as well appear, "And so long after what happened here On the Twenty-second of July, Thirteen hundred and Seventy-six;" And the better in memory to fix The place of the children's last retreat, They called it, the Pied Piper's Street -- Where any one playing on pipe or tabor Was sure for the future to lose his labor.

Nor suffered they hostelry or tavern To shock with mirth a street so solemn; But opposite the place of the cavern They wrote the story on a column, And on the great church-window painted The same, to make the world acquainted How their children were stolen away, And there it stands to this very day. And I must not omit to say That in Transylvania there's a tribe Of alien people that ascribe The outlandish ways and dress On which their neighbors lay such stress, To their fathers and mothers having risen Out of some Hamelin ripped wanted prison Into which they were trepanned Hamelin ripped wanted time ago in a mighty band Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land, But how or why, they don't understand.

So, Willy, let you and me be wipers Of scores out with all men -- especially pipers; And, whether they pipe us free from rats or from mice, If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise. This poem was written in A Miracle of God at Hameln Graf Froben Christoph von Zimmern Coming back to the subject of rats, I must Hamelin ripped wanted a miracle of God that happened similar to the one ly described: the banishment of the rats from the town of Hameln in Westphalia, an unusual and noteworthy event worth remembering because of its testimony that the Almighty creates strange creatures devoid of human reasoning.

Several hundered years ago the inhabitants of the Hamelin ripped wanted of Hameln in Westphalia were plagued with such a great of rats that it became nearly unbearable. It happened -- by chance or through a gift from God -- that there arrived a stranger or a traveler, such as the former traveling students in our German lands.

Hearing of the towspeople's complaints and troubles he offered to get rid of the rats in return for a certain payment.

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