There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers, who were all brothers,
for they had been made out of the same old tin spoon. They
shouldered arms and looked straight before them, and wore a
splendid uniform, red and blue. The first thing in the world they ever
heard were the words, ?Tin soldiers!? uttered by a little boy, who
clapped his hands with delight when the lid of the box, in which they
lay, was taken off. They were given him for a birthday present, and
he stood at the table to set them up. The soldiers were all exactly
alike, excepting one, who had only one leg; he had been left to
the last, and then there was not enough of the melted tin to
finish him, so they made him to stand firmly on one leg, and this
caused him to be very remarkable.
The table on which the tin soldiers stood, was covered with other
playthings, but the most attractive to the eye was a pretty little
paper castle. Through the small windows the rooms could be seen.
In front of the castle a number of little trees surrounded a piece of
looking-glass, which was intended to represent a transparent lake.
Swans, made of wax, swam on the lake, and were reflected in it.
All this was very pretty, but the prettiest of all was a tiny little lady,
who stood at the open door of the castle; she, also, was made of
paper, and she wore a dress of clear muslin, with a narrow blue
ribbon over her shoulders just like a scarf. In front of these was
fixed a glittering tinsel rose, as large as her whole face. The little
lady was a dancer, and she stretched out both her arms, and
raised one of her legs so high, that the tin soldier could not see
it at all, and he thought that she, like himself, had only one leg.
?That is the wife for me,? he thought; ?but she is too grand, and
lives in a castle, while I have only a box to live in, five-and-twenty
of us altogether, that is no place for her. Still I must try and make
Then he laid himself at full length on the table behind a snuff-box
that stood upon it, so that he could peep at the little delicate lady,
who continued to stand on one leg without losing her balance.
When evening came, the other tin soldiers were all placed in the
box, and the people of the house went to bed. Then the playthings
began to have their own games together, to pay visits, to have
sham fights, and to give balls.
The tin soldiers rattled in their box; they wanted to get out and join
the amusements, but they could not open the lid. The nut-crackers
played at leap-frog, and the pencil jumped about the table. There
was such a noise that the canary woke up and began to talk, and
in poetry too. Only the tin soldier and the dancer remained in their
places. She stood on tiptoe, with her legs stretched out, as firmly
as he did on his one leg. He never took his eyes from her for
even a moment. The clock struck twelve, and, with a bounce, up
sprang the lid of the snuff-box; but, instead of snuff, there jumped
up a little black goblin; for the snuff-box was a toy puzzle.
?Tin soldier,? said the goblin, ?don?t wish for what does not
belong to you.?
But the tin soldier pretended not to hear.
?Very well; wait till to-morrow, then,? said the goblin.
When the children came in the next morning, they placed the tin
soldier in the window. Now, whether it was the goblin who did it,
or the draught, is not known, but the window flew open, and out
fell the tin soldier, heels over head, from the third story, into the
street beneath. It was a terrible fall; for he came head downwards,
his helmet and his bayonet stuck in between the flagstones, and
his one leg up in the air. The servant maid and the little boy went
down stairs directly to look for him; but he was nowhere to be seen,
although once they nearly trod upon him. If he had called out, ?Here
I am,? it would have been all right, but he was too proud to cry out
for help while he wore a uniform.
Presently it began to rain, and the drops fell faster and faster, till
there was a heavy shower. When it was over, two boys
happened to pass by, and one of them said, ?Look, there is a tin
soldier. He ought to have a boat to sail in.?
So they made a boat out of a newspaper, and placed the tin soldier
in it, and sent him sailing down the gutter, while the two boys ran
by the side of it, and clapped their hands. Good gracious, what large
waves arose in that gutter! and how fast the stream rolled on! for
the rain had been very heavy. The paper boat rocked up and down,
and turned itself round sometimes so quickly that the tin soldier
trembled; yet he remained firm; his countenance did not change;
he looked straight before him, and shouldered his musket.
Suddenly the boat shot under a bridge which formed a part of
a drain, and then it was as dark as the tin soldier?s box.
?Where am I going now?? thought he. ?This is the black goblin?s
fault, I am sure. Ah, well, if the little lady were only here with me
in the boat, I should not care for any darkness.?
Suddenly there appeared a great water-rat, who lived in the drain.
?Have you a passport?? asked the rat, ?give it to me at once.? But the
tin soldier remained silent and held his musket tighter than ever.
The boat sailed on and the rat followed it. How he did gnash his teeth
and cry out to the bits of wood and straw, ?Stop him, stop him; he has
not paid toll, and has not shown his pass.? But the stream rushed on
stronger and stronger. The tin soldier could already see daylight
shining where the arch ended. Then he heard a roaring sound quite
terrible enough to frighten the bravest man. At the end of the tunnel
the drain fell into a large canal over a steep place, which made it as
dangerous for him as a waterfall would be to us. He was too close to
it to stop, so the boat rushed on, and the poor tin soldier could only
hold himself as stiffly as possible, without moving an eyelid, to show
that he was not afraid. The boat whirled round three or four times,
and then filled with water to the very edge; nothing could save it
from sinking. He now stood up to his neck in water, while deeper
and deeper sank the boat, and the paper became soft and loose
with the wet, till at last the water closed over the soldier?s head. He
thought of the elegant little dancer whom he should never see again,
and the words of the song sounded in his ears?
?Farewell, warrior! ever brave,
Drifting onward to thy grave.?
Then the paper boat fell to pieces, and the soldier sank into the water
and immediately afterwards was swallowed up by a great fish. Oh
how dark it was inside the fish! A great deal darker than in the tunnel,
and narrower too, but the tin soldier continued firm, and lay at full
length shouldering his musket. The fish swam to and fro, making
the most wonderful movements, but at last he became quite still.
After a while, a flash of lightning seemed to pass through him, and
then the daylight approached, and a voice cried out, ?I declare here
is the tin soldier.?
The fish had been caught, taken to the market and sold to the cook,
who took him into the kitchen and cut him open with a large knife.
She picked up the soldier and held him by the waist between her
finger and thumb, and carried him into the room. They were all
anxious to see this wonderful soldier who had travelled about
inside a fish; but he was not at all proud. They placed him on the
table, and?how many curious things do happen in the world!?
there he was in the very same room from the window of which
he had fallen, there were the same children, the same playthings,
standing on the table, and the pretty castle with the elegant little
dancer at the door; she still balanced herself on one leg, and held
up the other, so she was as firm as himself. It touched the tin
soldier so much to see her that he almost wept tin tears, but he
kept them back. He only looked at her and they both remained
Presently one of the little boys took up the tin soldier, and threw
him into the stove. He had no reason for doing so, therefore it
must have been the fault of the black goblin who lived in the
snuff-box. The flames lighted up the tin soldier, as he stood, the
heat was very terrible, but whether it proceeded from the real
fire or from the fire of love he could not tell. Then he could see
that the bright colors were faded from his uniform, but whether
they had been washed off during his journey or from the effects
of his sorrow, no one could say. He looked at the little lady,
and she looked at him. He felt himself melting away, but he still
remained firm with his gun on his shoulder.
Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draught of air
caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a sylph right into
the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames
and was gone. The tin soldier melted down into a lump, and the
next morning, when the maid servant took the ashes out of the
stove, she found him in the shape of a little tin heart. But of the
little dancer nothing remained but the tinsel rose, which was
burnt black as a cinder.