The Ugly Duckling
It was beautiful in the country; it was summer-time; the
wheat was yellow; the oats were green, the hay was stacked
up in the green meadows, and the stork paraded about on his long
red legs, discoursing in Egyptian, which language he had learned
from his mother. The fields and meadows were skirted by thick
woods, and a deep lake lay in the midst of the woods. Yes, it
was indeed beautiful in the country! The sunshine fell warmly on
an old mansion, surrounded by deep canals, and from the walls
down to the water's edge there grew large burdock-leaves, so high
that children could stand upright among them without being perceived.
This place was as wild and unfrequented as the thickest
part of the wood, and on that account a duck had chosen to make
her nest there. She was sitting on her eggs; but the pleasure she
had felt at first was now almost gone, because she had been there
so long, and had so few visitors, for the other ducks preferred
swimming on the canals to sitting among the burdock-leaves gossiping
At last the eggs cracked, one after another, "Tchick! tchick!"
All the eggs were alive, and one little head after another peered
forth. "Quack, quack!" said the Duck, and all got up as well
as they could; they peeped about from under the green leaves;
and as green is good for the eyes, the mother let them look as long
as they pleased.
"How large the world is!" said the little ones, for they found
their present situation very different from their former confined
one, while yet in the egg-shells.
"Do you imagine this to be the whole of the world?" said the
mother; "it extends far beyond the other side of the garden to
the pastor's field; but I have never been there. Are you all
here?" And then she got up. "No, not all, but the largest egg
is still here. How long will this last? I am so weary of it!"
And then she sat down again.
"Well, and how are you getting on?" asked an old Duck, who
had come to pay her a visit.
"This one egg keeps me so long!" said the mother, "it will not
break. But you should see the others! they are the prettiest little
ducklings I have seen in all my days; they are all like their
father,—the good-for-nothing fellow, he has not been to visit me
"Let me see the egg that will not break!" said the old Duck;
"depend upon it, it is a turkey's egg. I was cheated in the same
way once myself, and I had such trouble with the young ones; for
they were afraid of the water, and I could not get them there. I
called and scolded, but it was all of no use. But let me see the
egg. Ah, yes! to be sure, that is a turkey's egg. Leave it, and
teach the other little ones to swim."
"I will sit on it a little longer," said the Duck. "I have been
sitting so long that I may as well spend the harvest here."
"It is no business of mine," said the old Duck, and away she
The great egg burst at last. "Tchick! tchick!" said the little
one, and out it tumbled; but O, how large and ugly it was!
The Duck looked at it. "That is a great, strong creature," said
she; "none of the others are at all like it. Can it be a young
turkey-cock? Well, we shall soon find out; it must go into the
water, though I push it in myself."
The next day there was delightful weather, and the sun shone
warmly upon the green leaves when Mother Duck with all her
family went down to the canal; plump she went into the water.
"Quack, quack!" cried she, and one duckling after another
jumped in. The water closed over their heads, but all came up
again, and swam together in the pleasantest manner; their legs
moved without effort. All were there, even the ugly, gray one.
"No! it is not a turkey," said the old Duck; "only see how
prettily it moves its legs! how upright it hold itself! it is my own
child: it is also really very pretty, when one looks more closely at it.
Quack! quack! now come with me, I will take you into the world,
introduce you in the duck-yard; but keep close to me, or some
one may tread on you; and beware of the cat."
So they came into the duck-yard. There was a horrid noise;
two families were quarrelling about the remains of an eel, which
in the end was secured by the cat.
"See, my children, such is the way of the world," said the
Mother Duck, wiping her beak, for she, too, was fond of eels.
"Now use your legs," said she; "keep together, and bow to the old
duck you see yonder. She is the most distinguished of all the fowls
present, and is of Spanish blood, which accounts for her dignified
appearance and manners. And look, she has a red rag on her leg!
that is considered extremely handsome, and is the greatest distinction
a duck can have. Don't turn your feet inwards; a well-educated
duckling always keeps his legs far apart, like his father and
mother, just so,—look! now bow your necks, and say, 'quack.'"
And they did as they were told. But the other ducks who were
in the yard looked at them, and said aloud, "Only see! now we
have another brood,—as if there were not enough of us already;
and fie! how ugly that one is! we will not endure it." And immediately
one of the ducks flew at him, and bit him in the neck.
"Leave him alone," said the mother; "he is doing no one any
"Yes, but he is so large, and so strange-looking, and therefore
he shall be teased."
"These are fine children that our good mother has," said the old
Duck with the red rag on her leg. "All are pretty except one,
and that has not turned out well; I almost wish it could be hatched
"That cannot be, please your highness," said the mother. "Certainly
he is not handsome, but he is a very good child, and swims
as well as the others, indeed rather better. I think he will grow
like the others all in good time, and perhaps will look smaller.
He stayed so long in the egg-shell, that is the cause of the difference";
and she scratched the Duckling's neck, and stroked his
whole body. "Besides," added she, "he is a drake; I think he
will be very strong, therefore it does not matter, so much; he will
fight his way through."
"The other ducks are very pretty," said the old Duck. "Pray
make yourselves at home, and if you find an eel's head you can
bring it to me."
And accordingly they made themselves at home.
But the poor little Duckling who had come last out of its egg-shell,
and who was so ugly, was bitten, pecked, and teased by both
Ducks and Hens. "It is so large!" said they all. And the Turkey-cock,
who had come into the world with spurs on, and therefore
fancied he was an emperor, puffed himself up like a ship in
full sail, and marched up to the Duckling quite red with passion.
The poor little thing scarcely knew what to do; he was quite distressed
because he was so ugly, and because he was the jest of the
So passed the first day, and afterwards matters grew worse and
worse; the poor Duckling was scorned by all. Even his brothers
and sisters behaved unkindly, and were constantly saying, "The
cat fetch thee, thou nasty creature!" The mother said, "Ah, if
thou wert only far away!" The Ducks bit him, the Hens pecked
him, and the girl who fed the poultry kicked him. He ran over
the hedge; the little birds in the bushes were terrified. "That is
because I am so ugly," thought the Duckling, shutting his eyes,
but he ran on. At last he came to a wide moor, where lived some
Wild Ducks; here he lay the whole night, so tired and so comfortless.
In the morning the Wild Ducks flew up, and perceived
their new companion. "Pray, who are you?" asked they; and
our little Duckling turned himself in all directions, and greeted
them as politely as possible.
"You are really uncommonly ugly!" said the Wild Ducks;
"however, that does not matter to us, provided you do not marry
into our families." Poor thing! he had never thought of marrying;
he only begged permission to lie among the reeds and drink
the water of the moor.
There he lay for two whole days; on the third day there came
two Wild Geese, or rather Ganders, who had not been long out of
their egg-shells, which accounts for their impertinence.
"Hark ye!" said they, "you are so ugly that we like you infinitely
well; will you come with us, and be a bird of passage?
On another moor, not far from this, are some dear, sweet Wild
Geese, as lovely creatures as have ever said 'hiss, hiss.' You are
truly in the way to make your fortune, ugly as you are."
Bang! a gun went off all at once, and both Wild Geese were
stretched dead among the reeds; the water became red with blood;
bang! a gun went off again; whole flocks of wild geese flew up
from among the reeds, and another report followed.
There was a grand hunting party; the hunters lay in ambush all
around; some were even sitting in the trees, whose huge branches
stretched far over the moor. The blue smoke rose through the
thick trees like a mist, and was dispersed as it fell over the water;
the hounds splashed about in the mud, the reeds and rushes bent
in all directions; how frightened the poor little Duck was! he
turned his head, thinking to hide it under his wings, and in a
moment a most formidable-looking dog stood close to him, his
tongue hanging out of his mouth, his eyes sparkling fearfully. He
opened wide his jaws at the sight of our Duckling, showed him
his sharp white teeth, and splash, splash! he was gone,—gone
without hurting him.
"Well! let me be thankful," sighed he; "I am so ugly that
even the dog will not eat me."
And now he lay still, though the shooting continued among the
reeds, shot following shot.
The noise did not cease till late in the day, and even then the
poor little thing dared not stir; he waited several hours before he
looked around him, and then hastened away from the moor as fast
as he could; he ran over fields and meadows, though the wind was
so high that he had some difficulty in proceeding.
Towards evening he reached a wretched little hut, so wretched
that it knew not on which side to fall, and therefore remained
standing. The wind blew violently, so that our poor little Duckling
was obliged to support himself on his tail, in order to stand
against it; but it became worse and worse. He then remarked
that the door had lost one of its hinges, and hung so much awry
that he could creep through the crevice into the room, which he
In this room lived an old woman, with her Tom-cat and her
Hen; and the Cat, whom she called her little son, knew how to
set up his back and purr; indeed, he could even emit sparks when
stroked the wrong way. The Hen had very short legs, and was
therefore called "Cuckoo Short-legs"; she laid very good eggs,
and the old woman loved her as her own child.
The next morning the new guest was perceived. The Cat began
to mew and the Hen to cackle.
"What is the matter?" asked the old woman, looking round;
however, her eyes were not good, so she took the young Duckling
to be a fat Duck who had lost her way. "This is a capital catch,"
said she; "I shall now have ducks' eggs, if it be not a drake: we
And so the Duckling was put to the proof for three weeks, but
no eggs made their appearance.
Now the Cat was the master of the house, and the Hen was the
mistress, and they used always to say, "We and the world," for
they imagined themselves to be not only the half of the world,
but also by far the better half. The Duckling thought it was possible
to be of a different opinion, but that the Hen would not allow.
"Can you lay eggs?" asked she.
"Well, then, hold your tongue."
And the Cat said, "Can you set up your back? can you purr?"
"Well, then, you should have no opinion when reasonable persons
So the Duckling sat alone in a corner, and was in a very bad
humor; however, he happened to think of the fresh air and bright
sunshine, and these thoughts gave him such a strong desire to swim
again, that he could not help telling it to the Hen.
"What ails you?" said the Hen. "You have nothing to do,
and therefore brood over these fancies; either lay eggs or purr,
then you will forget them."
"But it is so delicious to swim!" said the Duckling; "so
delicious when the waters close over your head, and you plunge
to the bottom!"
"Well, that is a queer sort of pleasure," said the Hen; "I
think you must be crazy. Not to speak of myself, ask the Cat—he
is the most sensible animal I know—whether he would like
to swim, or to plunge to the bottom of the water. Ask our mistress,
the old woman,—there is no one in the world wiser than
she; do you think she would take pleasure in swimming, and in
the waters closing over her head?"
"You do not understand me," said the Duckling.
"What, we do not understand you! So you think yourself
wiser than the Cat and the old woman, not to speak of myself.
Do not fancy any such thing, child, but be thankful for all the
kindness that has been shown you. Are you not lodged in a
warm room, and have you not the advantage of society from which
you can learn something? But you are a simpleton, and it is
wearisome to have anything to do with you. Believe me, I wish
you well. I tell you unpleasant truths, but it is thus that real
friendship is shown. Come, for once give yourself the trouble to
learn to purr, or to lay eggs."
"I think I will go out into the wide world again," said the
"Well, go," answered the Hen.
So the Duckling went. He swam on the surface of the water,
he plunged beneath, but all animals passed him by on account of
his ugliness. And the autumn came, the leaves turned yellow and
brown, the wind caught them and danced them about, the air was
very cold, the clouds were heavy with hail or snow, and the raven
sat on the hedge and croaked, the poor Duckling was certainly
not very comfortable!
One evening, just as the sun was setting with unusual brilliancy,
a flock of large, beautiful birds rose from out the brushwood;
the Duckling had never seen anything so beautiful before; their
plumage was of a dazzling white, and they had long slender necks.
They were swans; they uttered a singular cry, spread out their
long, splendid wings, and flew away from these cold regions to
warmer countries, across the open sea. They flew so high, so very
high! and the little Ugly Duckling's feelings were so strange; he
turned round and round in the water like a mill-wheel, strained
his neck to look after them, and sent forth such a loud and strange
cry that it almost frightened himself. Ah! he could not forget
them, those noble birds! those happy birds! When he could see
them no longer, he plunged to the bottom of the water, and when
he rose again was almost beside himself. The Duckling knew not
what the birds were called, knew not whither they were flying,
yet he loved them as he had never before loved anything; he
envied them not, it would never have occurred to him to wish
such beauty for himself; he would have been quite contented if
the ducks in the duck-yard had but endured his company,—the
poor, ugly animal!
And the winter was so cold, so cold! The Duckling was obliged
to swim round and round in the water, to keep it from freezing;
but every night the opening in which he swam became smaller and
smaller; it froze so that the crust of ice crackled; the Duckling
was obliged to make good use of his legs to prevent the water
from freezing entirely; at last, wearied out, he lay stiff and cold
in the ice.
Early in the morning there passed by a peasant, who saw him,
broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and brought him
home to his wife.
He now revived; the children would have played with him,
but our Duckling thought they wished to tease him, and in his
terror jumped into the milk-pail, so that the milk was spilled
about the room; the good woman screamed and clapped her
hands; he flew thence into the pan where the butter was kept,
and thence into the meal-barrel, and out again, and then how
strange he looked!
The woman screamed, and struck at him with the tongs, the
children ran races with each other trying to catch him, and laughed
and screamed likewise. It was well for him that the door stood
open; he jumped out among the bushes into the new-fallen snow,—he
lay there as in a dream.
But it would be too melancholy to relate all the trouble and
misery that he was obliged to suffer during the severity of the
winter. He was lying on a moor among the reeds, when the sun
began to shine warmly again, the larks sang, and beautiful spring
And once more he shook his wings. They were stronger than
formerly, and bore him forwards quickly, and, before he was well
aware of it, he was in a large garden where the apple-trees stood
in full bloom, where the syringas sent forth their fragrance, and
hung their long green branches down into the winding canal. O,
everything was so lovely, so full of the freshness of spring! And
out of the thicket came three beautiful white Swans. They displayed
their feathers so proudly, and swam so lightly, so lightly!
The Duckling knew the glorious creatures, and was seized with a
"I will fly to them, those kingly birds!" said he. "They will
kill me, because I, ugly as I am, have presumed to approach them.
But it matters not; better to be killed by them than to be bitten
by the ducks, pecked by the hens, kicked by the girl who feeds
the poultry, and to have so much to suffer during the winter!"
He flew into the water, and swam towards the beautiful creatures;
they saw him and shot forward to meet him. "Only kill me,"
said the poor animal, and he bowed his head low, expecting death;
but what did he see in the water? He saw beneath him his own
form, no longer that of a plump, ugly, gray bird,—it was that of
It matters not to have been born in a duck-yard, if one has
been hatched from a Swan's egg.
The good creature felt himself really elevated by all the troubles
and adversities he had experienced. He could now rightly estimate
his own happiness, and the larger Swans swam around him,
and stroked him with their beaks.
Some little children were running about in the garden; they
threw grain and bread into the water, and the youngest
exclaimed, "There is a new one!" the others also cried out,
"Yes, there is a new Swan come!" and they clapped their hands,
and danced around. They ran to their father and mother, bread
and cake were thrown into the water, and every one said, "The
new one is the best, so young and so beautiful!" and the old
Swans bowed before him. The young Swan felt quite ashamed, and
hid his head under his wings; he scarcely knew what to do, he was
all too happy, but still not proud, for a good heart is never proud.
He remembered how he had been persecuted and derided, and
he now heard every one say he was the most beautiful of all
beautiful birds. The syringas bent down their branches towards
him low into the water, and the sun shone so warmly and brightly,—he
shook his feathers, stretched his slender neck, and in the joy
of his heart said, "How little did I dream of so much happiness
when I was the ugly, despised Duckling!"