Salt on a Magpie's Tail

A Swedish folktale adapted from a fairytale by Anna Walenburg
as told by Eldrbarry
Once there was a boy who was always wishing for things. A bike, a sled, a house with a yard, even a cheap clasp knife. His father had died, and the farm had been foreclosed on by the bank. His mother was a poor woman, living in a run-down rooming house, making brooms for a living at minimum wage. So none of his wishes ever came true.
One day as he was busy wishing out loud for this and that - nothing extravagant, mind you, just the sort of things most boys want - an old man resting on a bench gave him some good advice. He told him to go to the woods and sprinkle some salt on the tail of a magpie, and then he would get whatever he wished for. But he would have to wish quickly, while the salt was still on the bird's tale, else it would be no use.
So the boy began spending a lot of time in the woods, with a handful of salt in his pocket, looking for magpies. Now magpies are smart birds, not above mischief or theft. It is not easy to sprinkle salt on their tails.
Though he saw many magpies, he never got very close to any of them. The magpies kept a wary eye out for him, but one day mischief overcame fear and one magpie started teasing him, letting him get closer and closer before flying off laughing. After a long day chasing the magpie the boy finally just sat down to rest. He could hear the magpie in the bushes, but had given up on catching him.
Then he heard the magpie calling his name: "Olle! Olle!". The boy looked up and there it was looking at him. "You talk?" Exclaimed the boy. "Yes", answered the magpie "I am an enchanted prince, and I will grant your wish if you help me. Get me a really fine knife to clean my beak and claws and I will sit still so you can sprinkle salt on my tail."
The boy thought this was a good deal, so he started picking berries and taking them into town, he finally sold enough to go to the Five and Ten and buy a cheap pocket knife. Then he filled his pocket with salt and went back to the woods to find the magpie.
The magpie came hopping right up, looking over the knife with one eye and then the other."That won't do." The magpie said. "For a prince like me it ought to be a stainless steel switchblade with a golden handle." And the magpie flew off.
Olle was so sad. "I will get you one,." he called after the magpie. "Don't bother!" The magpie called back, "What I want now is a really fine bike."
So Olle set to work with his pocket knife whittling. He whittled wooden spoons and breadboards and some wooden toys, and sold them in town. He saved up enough pennies and nickels and dimes and bought a nice used mountain bike. He filled his pocket with salt and rode the bike to the woods. The magpie flew down and strutted around it looking it over. "That's a nice bike - but what I wanted was a Harley!" And off he flew.
Olle was so sad. "I will get you one," he called after the magpie. "Don't bother!" The magpie called back, "What I want now is a really fine sled."
Well Olle continued his whittling and he started using the bike to make deliveries for local merchants. He saved his nickels and dimes and quarters and finally bought the nicest sled True Value had on hand, even though it was last year's model. That snowy afternoon he filled his pocket with salt, tied the sled to his bike and pulled it out to the woods. The magpie and a few of his buddies flew down from the roost and strutted around it. It said"American Flyer" in faded red letters and had only a little rust on its runners. "That's a sled?" said the magpie - "I wanted a Snowcat!" and the magpies flew off.
Olle was so sad. "I will get you one," he called after the magpie. "Don't bother!" The magpie called back, "What I want now is a really fine set of wheels."
Well Olle continued his whittling and his deliveries and he used the sled to haul firewood for people that winter. He saved his quarters and dollars and occaisional fives and tens and finally bought an beat up old pickup truck. By now he was old enough to drive and he filled his pocket with salt and puttered out to the woods with the pickup. The magpies flew down and strutted around and the magpie said "that's a set of wheels, but I really wanted a Saturn or Lexus." And off they flew.
Olle was so sad. "I will get you one," he called after the magpie. "Don't bother!" The magpie called back, "What I want now is a really fine house."
Well Olle went back to work, his carving and delivery business had grown so much he now employed a number of other boys, and the pickup made delivery of heavier items easier. By now he was making furniture as well. He saved his twenties and fifties and hundreds and bought a nice house on the edge of town near the woods. Then he filled his pocket with salt went out in the yard and called the magpie. He flew down and looked around, pecking at the windows, and eyeing it all. "You call this cracker box a place to live? Not for the likes of me. It doesn't have a pool or a satellite disk!" And he flew off.
Olle was so sad. "I will get you one," he called after the magpie. "Don't bother!" The magpie called back, "What I want now is a lot of money."
Well Olle worked hard, he diversified and invested. He went public and built up his capital. Finally one day his accountant told him he had $100 grand in the bank. He put on his best suit, the pocket full of salt and headed for the woods, which he now owned. The magpie flew down, and looked him over. He inspected his Rolex. He quizzed him about his investments and holdings. "Yes." He said. "That will do! You may sprinkle the salt on my tail and make your wish."
The moment had come at last. He dug into his pocket and dropped a pinch of salt on the bird's tail.
"Well, what is your wish?" the magpie asked.
Indeed, what should he wish for? He had been so busy working, he had completely forgotten what he wanted to wish for.
"One.." said the magpie. "Two..." "Just a moment, just a moment, let me think." Olle said. But for the life of him, Olle could not think of what he wanted to have.
"Three," said the magpie and flipped his tail feathers, flying off so the salt fell off. Then the magpie laughed and laughed.
Olle glared at the Bird. "I think I will buy myself a gun and shoot you" Olle said. "That wouldn't be nice, would it?", said the magpie. "Don't you have everything you ever wanted, and all this without having to make a single wish?"
Olle stood there with his mouth and eyes wide open. It was true. He already had everything he could wish for, and he hadn't even noticed. "Well I declare," he said. "I worked so hard just to be able to sprinkle some salt on your tail feathers and it was all quite unnecessary." "Yes," laughed the magpie. "How do you explain that?" and he flew off and was gone.
Olle never did try to explain it. He settled down in his house, married a sweet young woman and raised several fine sons, who - sorry to say - never learned the value of salt in a magpie's tale.

In Swedish folklore there is usually a stress on hard work and discipline leading to prosperity and well being - even when making wishes. This tale I found in Great Swedish Fairy Tales Illustrated by John Bauer, translated by Holger Lundbergh illustrates those values.It is interesting to contrast the ambitions of the boy with that of the magpie. The boy, though wistful, is content with a little, the magpie, full of ambition, is constantly demanding the best, and never satsified. Yet the boy achieves the best through economy and diligence and using the resources he had at hand.
Magpies are black and white colored relatives of the crow family of birds, the corvids. They are related to jackdaws, jays, rooks and ravens as well. They usually live in flocks and are rather noisy, often gathering in roosts, when not tending their young in monogamous pairs. The name "magpie" is thought to refer to "a chattering female" perhaps related to "Maggie". They are found in both North America and much of Europe and Asia. They build elaborate and conspicuous domed nests comprised of as many as 1,500 sticks cemented together with a layer of mud - with a thorny roof to keep out predators. After all that work, the magpies use the the nest only once.
Magpies are attracted to shiny things which they steal and add to their hoard. Magpies are known to practicing "piracy" - stealing food from other birds, sometimes teaming up. I once watched a pair take a freshly killed meal away from a hawk, strutting around and around, worrying him, and sneaking bites when his attention was on the other bird. My grandfather had a tame magpie for a while, he had even taught it to talk a little. Grandpa's magpie often brought things home from the neighbors, occasionally off their clotheslines.

A Philosophical Chinese Story about the Discovery of Salt
(from "Tell Me a Story")

Everyone in China knows that the phoenix, or feng-huang, as it is known, is a beautiful bird, with its tail as bright as a peacock's and its scarlet head and breast and back. The feng-huang's wings are huge and colorful, and its eyes are as blue as the sea. The feng-huang is not only beautiful; it is also a noble and wise creature. It seldom appears, but everyone knows that when it does, it hovers over treasures, bringing fortune to those who see it.
One day a poor, hardworking peasant walked to his marshy fields long day's work. Suddenly he stopped and his eyes opened wide, for of him, half-hidden among the reeds, stood the fabulous feng-huang.
The peasant quickly ran toward the marsh, but as he reached the spot where the creature stood, it soared into the sky. The peasant watched it disappear, and then he turned to the spot where the feng-huang had been sitting. He smiled. "There must be treasure buried here," he said, and he began to dig as fast as he could.
He dug and dug, but he turned up only dirt and mud. At long last, he picked up a piece of earth and pondered. "This dirt must be the treasure," he said, and gazed up to the heavens. "The feng-huang promises treasure, " he said softly. And so he wrapped the piece of earth in cloth and hurried home.
When he ran through the door, he called to his wife, ''I have found treasure," and he sat down and told her his tale.
The two stared in wonder at the piece of earth.
"Dear husband," his wife said after a while, "you know you must take this to the Emperor. "
The man nodded, for he knew, like everyone else in his country, that anyone who found a treasure must report it to the Emperor. The peasant dressed in his work clothes, for these were the only clothes he owned. His wife carefully wrapped the piece of earth and placed it in a willow basket. Then the peasant took the basket in his hand and walked all the way to the capital city. There he announced his wish to present a treasure to the Emperor .
When the Emperor asked to see the gift, the peasant bowed low, reached into his basket and held out the earth. He told the Emperor the tale of the magical phoenix.
The Emperor frowned. "You are trying to make a fool of me, " he cried. "This is no treasure. Guards, take this man to the dungeon and put him to death. No one tries to trick the Emperor!"
The Emperor's guards obeyed their master. As for the basket of dirt, one of the servants placed it upon a shelf in the royal kitchen, and there everyone soon forgot all about it.
Some time later, one of the cooks was carrying a bowl of soup into the royal dining hall. As he walked, he passed beneath the basket, and a small clod of earth splashed into the soup. The cook was horrified, but just then the Emperor boomed, "Bring me my soup!"
The cook quickly carried the bowl to the table and placed it before the Emperor. His hands trembled and sweat poured from his brow as the Emperor dipped his spoon into the soup. The Emperor took one taste and smiled. "Delicious, " he said. this is the best soup I have ever tasted! What did you add to it?"
Still the cook trembled. "Your majesty," he began, ''I did nothing special, but a bit of dirt from the peasant's basket fell into the soup. As he spoke, he turned as pale as the clouds.
The Emperor was amazed. "Bring me that basket," he called to his servants, for he remembered the peasant's tale of the feng-huang. When the basket sat before him, the Emperor reached in and sifted the earth through his hands. As he did, tiny white crystals clung to his palms.
"This is a treasure, " the Emperor said. "It is a gift from the phoenix. From this day on, we shall add these crystals to all of our dishes."
He sent his men to dig in the earth where the peasant had first spied the phoenix. And that was how the people of China discovered salt and all its wonders.
The Emperor wept for the peasant he had punished with death. He sent for the man's wife and son. He placed the peasant's son in charge of all the lands where the white crystal gleamed in the soil. The young man became rich and comfortable, and he cared well for his family.
And so the peasant, honored through his son, rested in peace, and the feng-huang brought salt to China.

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  1. History of Wieliczka Salt Mine
    The water in the Wieliczka region had always been salty, and salt used to be extracted from it for use in varied chores. Legend has that salt mining started here in 1290 and there is an interesting story behind this start.
    The Transilvanian princess Kinga was about to be married to the King of Krakow. As a gift for her beau, she asked for a salt mine, since salt was scarce in Poland. Her father provided a salt mine. She threw her ring in one of her father's salt mines before leaving for Poland. On arriving there, she asked the people to dig a deep pit. On digging, the people found salt and wrapped around a salt crystal was the princess's ring.
    Princess Kinga has thus found a place in history as the guardian angel of miners in and around Krakow.

  2. Cap o' Rushes

    Well, there was once a very rich gentleman, and he had three daughters, and he thought he'd see how fond they were of him. So he says to the first, "How much do you love me. my dear ?"
    "Why," says she, ''as I love my life."
    "That's good," says he.
    So he says to the second, "How much do you love me, my dear ?"
    "Why," says she, "better nor all the world."
    "That's good," says he.
    So he says to the third, "How much do you love me, my dear ?"
    "Why, I love you as fresh meat loves salt," says she.
    Well, but he was angry. "You don't love me at all," says he, "and in my house you stay no more." So he drove her out there and then, and shut the door in her face.
    Well, she went away on and on till she came to a fell, and there she gathered a lot of rushes and made them into a kind of a sort of a cloak with a hood, to cover her from head to foot, and to hide her fine clothes. And then she went on and on till she came to a great house.
    "Do you want a maid ?" says she.
    "No, we don't," said they.
    ''I haven't nowhere to go," says she; "and I ask no wages, and do any sort of work," says she.
    "Well," said they, "if you like to wash the pots and scrape the saucepans you may stay," said they.
    So she stayed there and washed the pots and scraped the saucepans and did all the dirty work. And because she gave no name they called her "Cap o' Rushes."
    Well, one day there was to be a great dance a little way off, and the servants were allowed to go and look on at the grand people. Cap o' Rushes said she was too tired to go, so she stayed at home.
    But when they were gone, she offed with her cap o' rushes, and cleaned herself, and went to the dance. And no one there was so finely dressed as she.
    Well, who should be there but her master's son, and what should he do but fall in love with her the minute he set eyes on her. He wouldn't dance with anyone else.
    But before the dance was done, Cap o' Rushes slipped off, and away she went home. And when the other maids came back, she was pretending to be asleep with her cap o' rushes on.
    Well, next morning they said to her, "You did miss a sight, Cap o' Rushes!"
    "What was that ?" says she.
    "Why, the beautifullest lady you ever see, dressed right gay and ga'. The young master, he never took his eyes off her."
    "Well, I should have liked to have seen her," says Cap o' Rushes.
    "Well, there's to be another dance this evening, and perhaps she'll be there."

  3. But, come the evening, Cap o' Rushes said she was too tired to go with them. Howsoever, when they were gone, she offed with her cap o' rushes and cleaned herself, and away she went to the dance. The master's son had been reckoning on seeing her, and he danced with no one else, and never took his eyes off her. But, before the dance was over, she slipped off, and home she went, and when the maids came back she pretended to be asleep with her cap o' rushes on.
    Next day they said to her again, "Well, Cap o' Rushes, you should ha' been there to see the lady. There she was again, gay and ga', and the young master he never took his eyes off her."
    "Well, there," says she, ''I should ha' liked to ha' seen her."
    "Well," says they, "there's a dance again this evening, and you must go with us, for she's sure to be there." Well, come this evening, Cap o' Rushes said she was too tired to go, and do what they would she stayed at home. But when they were gone, she offed with her cap o' rushes and cleaned herself, and away she went to the dance.
    The master's son was rarely glad when he saw her. He danced with none but her and never took his eyes off her. When she wouldn't tell him her name, nor where she came from, he gave her a ring and told her if he didn't see her again he should die.
    Well, before the Dance was over, off she slipped, and home she went, and when the maids came home she was pretending to be asleep with her cap o' rushes on.
    Well, next day they say to her, "There, Cap o' Rushes, you didn't come last night, and now you won't see the lady, for there's no more dances."
    "Well, I should have rarely liked to have seen her " says she.
    The master's son he tried every way to find out where the lady was gone, but go where he might, and ask whom he might, he never heard anything about her. And he got worse and worse for the love of her till he had to keep his bed.
    "Make some gruel for the young master," they said to the cook. "He's dying for the love of the of the lady." The cook set about making it when Cap o' Rushes came in.
    "What are you a-doing of?" says she.
    "I'm going to make some gruel for the young master," says the cook, "for he's dying for love of the lady."
    "Let me make it," says Cap o' Rushes.
    Well, the cook wouldn't at first, but at last she said yes, and Cap o' Rushes made the gruel. And when she had made it, she slipped the ring into it on the sly before the cook took it upstairs.
    The young man he drank it and then he saw the ring at the bottom.
    "Send for the cook," says he.
    "Who made this gruel here ?" says he.
    ''I did," says the cook, for she was frightened.
    And he looked at her.
    "No, you didn't," says he. "Say who did it, and you shan't be harmed."
    "Well, then, 't was Cap o' Rushes," says she.
    "Send Cap o' Rushes here," says he.
    So Cap o' Rushes came.
    "Did you make my gruel ?" says he.
    "Yes, I did," says she.
    "Where did you get this ring ?" says he.
    "From him that gave it me," says she.
    "Who are you, then ?" says the young man.
    "I'll show you," says she. And she offed with her cap o' rushes, and there she was in her beautiful clothes.

  4. Well, the master's son he got well very soon, and they were to be married in a little time. It was to be a very grand wedding, and everyone was asked far and near. And Cap o' Rushes's father was asked. But she never told anybody who she was.
    But before the wedding, she went to the cook, and says she : ''I want you to dress every dish without a mite o' salt.
    "That'll be rare nasty," says the cook.
    "That doesn't signify," says she.
    "Very well," says the cook.
    Well, the wedding day came, and they were married. And after they were married, all the company sat down to the dinner. When they began to eat the meat, it was so tasteless they couldn't eat it. But Cap o' Rushes's father tried first one dish and then another, and then he burst out crying.
    "What is the matter ?" said the master's son to him.
    "Oh," says he, ''I had a daughter. And I asked her how much she loved me. And she said ‘As much as fresh meat loves salt.' And I turned her away from my door, for I thought she didn't love me. And now I see she loves me best of all. And she may be dead for ought I know."
    "No, Father, here she is!" said Cap o' Rushes. And she goes up to him and puts her arms around him.
    And so they were all happy ever after.