A Legend of the Northland
This poem narrates the legend of an old lady who angered Saint Peter because of her greed.
Away, away in the Northland,
Where the hours of the day are few,
And the nights are so long in winter
That they cannot sleep them through;
Where they harness the swift reindeer
To the sledges, when it snows;
And the children look like bear’s cubs
In their funny, furry clothes:
They tell them a curious story —
I don’t believe ’tis true;
And yet you may learn a lesson
If I tell the tale to you.
Once, when the good Saint Peter
Lived in the world below,
And walked about it, preaching,
Just as he did, you know,
He came to the door of a cottage,
In travelling round the earth,
Where a little woman was making cakes,
And baking them on the hearth;
And being faint with fasting,
For the day was almost done,
He asked her, from her store of cakes,
To give him a single one.
So she made a very little cake,
But as it baking lay,
She looked at it, and thought it seemed
Too large to give away.
Therefore she kneaded another,
And still a smaller one;
But it looked, when she turned it over,
As large as the first had done.
Then she took a tiny scrap of dough,
And rolled and rolled it flat;
And baked it thin as a wafer —
But she couldn’t part with that.
For she said, “My cakes that seem too small
When I eat of them myself
Are yet too large to give away.”
So she put them on the shelf.
Then good Saint Peter grew angry,
For he was hungry and faint;
And surely such a woman
Was enough to provoke a saint.
And he said, “You are far too selfish
To dwell in a human form,
To have both food and shelter,
And fire to keep you warm.
Now, you shall build as the birds do,
And shall get your scanty food
By boring, and boring, and boring,
All day in the hard, dry wood.”
Then up she went through the chimney,
Never speaking a word,
And out of the top flew a woodpecker,
For she was changed to a bird.
She had a scarlet cap on her head,
And that was left the same;
But all the rest of her clothes were burned
Black as a coal in the flame.
And every country schoolboy
Has seen her in the wood,
Where she lives in the trees till this very day,
Boring and boring for food.
Away, away in the Northland,
Where the hours of the day are few,
And the nights are so long in winter
That they cannot sleep them through;
Where they harness the swift reindeer
To the sledges, when it snows;
And the children look like bear’s cubs
In their funny, furry clothes:
They tell them a curious story —
I don’t believe ’tis true;
And yet you may learn a lesson
If I tell the tale to you.
Once, when the good Saint Peter
Lived in the world below,
And walked about it, preaching,
Just as he did, you know,
He came to the door of a cottage,
In travelling round the earth,
Where a little woman was making cakes,
And baking them on the hearth;
And being faint with fasting,
For the day was almost done,
He asked her, from her store of cakes,
To give him a single one.
So she made a very little cake,
But as it baking lay,
She looked at it, and thought it seemed
Too large to give away.
Therefore she kneaded another,
And still a smaller one;
But it looked, when she turned it over,
As large as the first had done.
Then she took a tiny scrap of dough,
And rolled and rolled it flat;
And baked it thin as a wafer —
But she couldn’t part with that.
For she said, “My cakes that seem too small
When I eat of them myself
Are yet too large to give away.”
So she put them on the shelf.
Then good Saint Peter grew angry,
For he was hungry and faint;
And surely such a woman
Was enough to provoke a saint.
And he said, “You are far too selfish
To dwell in a human form,
To have both food and shelter,
And fire to keep you warm.
Now, you shall build as the birds do,
And shall get your scanty food
By boring, and boring, and boring,
All day in the hard, dry wood.”
Then up she went through the chimney,
Never speaking a word,
And out of the top flew a woodpecker,
For she was changed to a bird.
She had a scarlet cap on her head,
And that was left the same;
But all the rest of her clothes were burned
Black as a coal in the flame.
And every country schoolboy
Has seen her in the wood,
Where she lives in the trees till this very day,
Boring and boring for food.
Written By: PHOEBE CARY
A ballad is a song narrating a story in short stanzas. Ballads are a part of folk culture or popular culture and are passed on orally from one generation to the next. ‘A Legend of the Northland’ is a ballad.
GLOSSARY
legend: old traditional story
Saint Peter: an apostle of Christ
provoke: make angry
I.
1. Which country or countries do you think “the Northland” refers to?
Answer: The Northland likely refers to cold northern countries like Norway, Sweden, or any region near the North Pole.
2. What did Saint Peter ask the old lady for? What was the lady’s reaction?
Answer: Saint Peter asked the old lady for a cake because he was hungry. The lady, being greedy, made small cakes but thought they were too big to give away, so she didn’t give him any.
3. How did he punish her?
Answer: Saint Peter punished the old lady by turning her into a woodpecker. He said she would now have to live like a bird, getting food by pecking at wood.
4. How does the woodpecker get her food?
Answer: The woodpecker gets her food by boring (pecking) holes in trees.
5. Do you think that the old lady would have been so ungenerous if she had known who Saint Peter really was? What would she have done then?
Answer: No, if the old lady knew that it was Saint Peter, she would have been more generous and given him the cake. She would not have been so selfish.
6. Is this a true story? Which part of this poem do you feel is the most important?
Answer: No, this is not a true story. It is a legend. The most important part is when Saint Peter turns the greedy lady into a woodpecker, teaching a lesson about selfishness.
7. What is a legend? Why is this poem called a legend?
Answer: A legend is an old story passed down from generation to generation, often with a moral lesson. This poem is called a legend because it tells a story that may not be true but teaches us to not be selfish.
8. Write the story of ‘A Legend of the Northland’ in about ten sentences.
Answer: Once in the Northland, Saint Peter was preaching and became very hungry. He went to a woman’s house and asked for a cake. The woman made a very small cake but thought it was too big to give away. She made even smaller cakes, but each one seemed too large for her to give. She did not give Saint Peter any cake. Saint Peter became angry and turned the woman into a woodpecker. He told her she would now have to get her food by boring into wood. The woman flew up the chimney and became a woodpecker, with a red cap and black body. Now, she lives in the forest, pecking for food all day.
II. 1. Let’s look at the words at the end of the second and fourth lines, viz., ‘snows’ and ‘clothes’, ‘true’ and ‘you’, ‘below’ and ‘know.’ We find that ‘snows’ rhymes with ‘clothes’, ‘true’ rhymes with ‘you’ and ‘below’ rhymes with ‘know’.
Find more such rhyming words.
Answer:
1. few and through (lines 2 and 4)
2. one and done (lines 18 and 20)
3. flat and that (lines 26 and 28)
4. form and warm (lines 36 and 38)
5. word and bird (lines 42 and 44)
6. same and flame (lines 46 and 48)
7. wood and food (lines 50 and 52)
2. Go to the local library or talk to older persons in your locality and find legends in your own language. Tell the class these legends.
Answer:
1. Legend of Usha and Aniruddha: This is a romantic legend about Usha, the daughter of King Bana, and Aniruddha, the grandson of Lord Krishna. Usha dreams of Aniruddha, and with the help of her friend Chitralekha, she brings him to her palace. This story is a part of ancient Assamese folklore.
2. The Legend of Kamrup Kamakhya: This legend tells the story of the Kamakhya temple in Assam, dedicated to the goddess Kamakhya. It is linked with ancient beliefs about fertility and power, and the temple is considered one of the most important pilgrimage sites in India.
3. Legend of Lachit Borphukan: This is the story of the brave Assamese general Lachit Borphukan, who defended Assam from Mughal invasions. His leadership in the Battle of Saraighat is remembered as a heroic act of bravery and sacrifice.
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