Fall News - 13 July 1998

The Fall

Astoria II

Wednesday 12th Augugst

L10.50 advance [and then all the stargreen/ticketbastard stuff].

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Gez:
Castle Communications was bought out for 18 million quid just over a week ago - it's parent company went bust, and Castle were struggling to keep their head above water. They are now owned by something called The Rutland Trust, who have promised to release "loads of compilations".

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From: Arjan Plug
Subject: Fall reviews in Record Collector

and some album reviews from the same issue:

THE FALL - LIVE TO AIR IN MELBOURNE 82
(Cog Sinister COGVP 108CD)

As if three early live 80s albums weren't enough, here are Mark E. Smith's
Magic Band in Australia (as distinct from New Zealand on "Fall In A Hole" or
the States on "A Part of America Therein'). The recording quality is better
than "Totale's Turns", the set-list includes the joyous "Lie Dream of Casino
Soul" and "I'm into CB", and the music sounds like the Fall. Except when it
sounds like Captain Beefheart, or a bunch of kids who've just bought guitars
without instruction booklets. "Solicitor in The Studio" is especially
recommended to everyone who loves the idea of being in the rock 'business'.
There's a bonus EP tucked away inside, incidentally. Its contents are as
mysterious as Mark Smith's recent activities. The record itself claims track
1 is "Totally Twisted", the sleeve "Totally Wired". They're agreed on "Joker
Hysterical Face"and "Hip Priest" after that, but don't bother to mention
there are actually six tracks, not three. In fact, track 1 is a low-fi
rendition of "Room to Live", the second is the "Hex Enduction" song from the
album of nearly the same name, and all the riffs thereafter are borrowed
from 50s rockabilly records. Is that Link Wray's "Rumble" I hear?
Eventually, we do get "Totally Wired", which is totally twisted. But where
this comes from, no one knows (PD)

THE FALL - TOTALE'S TURN (Essential ESM CD 638)
THE FALL - SLATES/A PART OF AMERICA THEREIN 1981 (ESM CD 637)

"Are you still doing what you were doing last year?" We'll save Mark Smith's
blushes by reminding him of his legendary riposte to a hapless fan on
"Totale's Turn". Remember him this way, on a gloriously ramshackle, wired
and monomaniacal live set from the end of the 70s. "Rowche Rumble" would
serve as a time capsule of the Fall's 185 albums for posterity.
On "Slates" (1981), the band discovered the joy of a professional mixing
desk, ensuring higher fidelity than on any previous Fall record.
Fortunately, they resumed their experiments with murkiness on the live "A
Part of America", which has a lacklustre "Totally Wired", but a compelling
"N.W.R.A." which turns into a duet between Mancunian rant and kazoo. (PD)

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From: Steve Beeho
Subject: RE: Elvis and Mark Smith
> >
> >I am president of the Elvis Presley fan club
> >and am researching the influence of the king
> >on contemporary figures in modern rock.
> >
> >Well known as they are for the obtuse angle on
> >rock, have The Fall ever had any connection
> >or references to Elvis Presley.

Ahem...............

>From 1980 NME interview w/Ian Penman:

"Big star now are you? We took the fucking chance. That's why we ditched that 'Free Tour' thing with Here & Now: playing to these kids and you haven't eaten for two days, these kids with brandies! Which comes back to what I was saying before about lyric sheets and so on: don 't try too hard. Which is why it's all going so bad. Even the 'New Wave just offers so much on a plate: quick chorus repeated 20 ti mes? The old hands never done that -- and these are the shits who turn round and say Elvis is dead Hooray!, and slag off The Beatles. Elvis didn't put lyric sheets in with his albums, he used to mumble words ....

Option interview, 1986:

I always liked Damo Suzuki, the vocalist from Can, the German group. I think Elvis is a really good singer, I like his voice. I like Gene Vincent a lot. I even think the guy from Wham!*** is a good singer. But influences if there's anybody it'd be somebody like the guys out of Can or Lou Reed mainly, I think. I always liked the way he sung.

Gavin Martin, NME piece, 1986 on Hey Luciani: The play lasts about 100 minutes and features new Fall music themes for each character, 'Have Found Boorman' (for the all-girl Israeli commando group who appear as a mysterious but vital connection in the thickening plot) 'Sleep Debt Snatches' which has a reggae atmosphere, a machine heart and spine cracking drumbeat, and 'Informant' which, fittingly in view of posthumous revelation of the cheeseburger being a narc is "the Elvis Presley type number". [presumably this is him quoting MES????]

Different Gavin Martin article, earlier in the year: (ie 1986)

"It was obvious with Boy George. Every interview he me did he'd makea point of denying drug use. Now it's going to be My Struggle Against Evil, some dickhead spoiling it for everybody else. I don't mean him any harm but he's had all the good stuff, hasn't he ? They always get it.

'But I don't understand how he can be held responable for influencing his fans. I like Elvis Presley's records, some of them anyway, but it doesn't mean I'm going to eat five hamburgers a day.

MES and Link Wray interview, NME 1993:

MES: "YOU kept my head together for fuckin' years, Link, when I was a teenager and in my 2Os. You know, I like Elvis, I like Gene Vincent, but you were the one that kept me together. It is spiritual, it's that Indian thing: DAANNNG! DA-NA-NAANNGG! If ever I thought about packing the business in, I'd put on 'Rumble', full fuckin' blast."

LW: "Aaaaaalright, Mark! That's fantastic!"

MES: "You wouldn't believe it, Link, in Manchester you're a total working class hero. I've got three sisters, they're bikers and they're all younger than me. They don't like anything else, but the one thing that the entire family agree on is Link Wray!"

One thing that Mark and Link agree upon, and mark it well, Ye Who Never Loved Elvis, is the primal greatness of The Pelvic One...

"Elvis was Sid Vicious, man!" yells Link. "Elvis was, um, Mark! Elvis was rock'n'roll. He came from the poverty and the pain. He was playing on the Louisiana Hayride for nothing. Then Tom Parker saw this million dollar thing because the chicks were coming in their pants. God zapped something on him that the rest of the country musicians didn't have...

MES: "But he was like you, in a way, Link, because he was on his own. There was no-one else around. There wasn't even anyone you could say was shit. But it's still a good place to be. You've got no contemporaries. I mean, my group still hasn't got any contemporaries. People might try and imitate us, or you, and it's just not the same. That's why people like you continue. That's why I'd still go to see you. I wouldn't go and see Conway Twitty...

Interview with Andrew Perry, Select, 1993:

Are you the kind of Brit who stands to attention and salutes the National Anthem?

"Me? No. German song anyway. German Royal Family too. What of our monarchy? Where are they now ? The trouble with the monarchy is that they're revoltingly middle-class. They're mean. Elvis lived like a king. Charles frightens me to death. You can't have a vegetarian as a king. They haven't got the style, even the Queen. Charles

Wire Invisible Jukebox, 1995:

JOHNNY BURNETTE TRIO "Drinking Wine Spo-De-O-Dee" from Rockabilly Boogie (Bear Family Records)

I've got this by The Pirates What is it?

interviewer: It's Johnny Burnette.

Johnny Burnette, Fucking great. He wrote "Jingle Bell Rock" which we were going to do on The Word at Christmas, funnily enough. Johnny Burnette's great. This is recorded on one mic; you can tell. Guys like Johnny Burnette, they thought that Buddy Holly and Elvis Presley were sell-outs. That's the mentality they're coming from.

Interview in Esquire, 1997:

Smith is dubious of being categorised as a "British sound". "I always liked Country and Western and rockabilly - it's more English than people think. All the white trash from the south of America are from the North of England; three-quarters of the blokes at the Alamo were from North Manchester. History gets distorted. Eric Clapton and the Rolling Stones were just watered-down blues. England took Elvis Presley and got Cliff Richard. Paul McCartney had a nerve calling Oasis derivative - The Beatles never wrote a fuckin' original song in their lives..."

NME, 1998:

"There's a reason for things like that though, isn't there? In a way, it's quite good. I just keep throwing things away. I'll probably regret it later in life. Like I see all these old fellas who used to be in rock'n'roll bands and they say to me, 'Keep your old cuttings'- I've thrown them all away. You go round some old pub singer's house and they've got all these old photos: 'This is the time I met Gene Vincent. This is the time John Lennon stood with me'. They go: 'You should keep all these things that you get'. I go: 'They're all gone!"'

Mark likes Americans, because they're not like this, he thinks. You say to an American that it's 20 years since Elvis died, and they'll say, "Who's Elvis?" Everything in their culture is geared towards the new, never undermined for a reverence for how things used to be.

MES also expresses his displeasure at Shakin Stevens' "massacre of Blue Christmas" on Ludd Gang........

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From: Philip Johnson
Subject: Jack Kirby Con in the work of The Fall

I was just looking at The Jack Kirby Checklist, which you can download from the Jack Kirby Collector's page... in TALES TO ASTONISH #6 (Nov 1959), he did a story called 'I Looked At The Great God, Pan'. I didnae, I didnae?

...> Was watching the classic new-wave concert film "Urgh! A Music War" , I wondered why the Fall weren't included...

In NME's 1980 Christmas issue, MES named his highlights of the year as
'tearing up an Urgh! A Music War contract and visiting Eire.'

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From: "Philip Johnson"

I can't remember exactly when I first heard OF The Fall, but the first time I saw/heard them was on 'What's On', Granada TV May 78 - bits of Psycho Mafia and Industrial Estate... I really did become a fan straight off, bought Short Circuit as soon as it came out.

Incidentally, MES' intro on that clip - 'We are The Fall, as on barbed wire, as in back, inspired' - alludes to a Granada Reports piece of not long before in which Tony Wilson went handgliding and crashed in a field. He was miked up at the time, and yelled 'The fence, the barbed wire fence!' as he came in to land...

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From: PatTrip
Subject: Re: I Feel Voxish

The Lovecraft story (more of a fragment really) "The Picture in the House"--whose ending is somewhat stupider than the title--nevertheless contains a nice description of a decline from Puritanism to depravity. And, as the ancient rustic views his favorite fanciful depiction of cannibalism, he sez:

"[...] that pitcher begun to make me hungry for victuals I couldn't raise nor buy."

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From: Tom Wootton

from Count Magnus by M.R.James:

'If any man desires to obtain a long life, if he would obtain a faithful messenger and see the blood of his enemies, it is necessary that he should first go into the city of Chorazin, and there salute the prince...'

Peter Reavy:

> Chorazin=negative Jerusalem.
> See: 'Spector vs Rector'
> and rear sleeve of 'Dragnet'

Ta. In case I'm not the only one this is new to, online Bible has

Mat 11:21 Woe unto thee, Chorazin! woe unto thee, Bethsaida! for if the mighty works, which were done in you, had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes.

Luke 10:13 Woe unto thee, Chorazin! woe unto thee, Bethsaida! for if the mighty works had been done in Tyre and Sidon, which have been done in you, they had a great while ago repented, sitting in sackcloth and ashes.

Webster's has

Chorazin named along with Bethsaida and Capernaum as one of the cities in which our Lord's "mighty works" were done, and which was doomed to woe because of signal privileges neglected (Matt. 11:21; Luke 10:13). It has been identified by general consent with the modern Kerazeh, about 2 1/2 miles up the Wady Kerazeh from Capernaum; i.e., Tell Hum.

The name also turned up on a site which appeared to list the titles of gaming cards for Lovecraft's Mythos.

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From: Graham Coleman

Saw Bob Mould play past night (at the Camden Monarch!) ... he was surprisingly relaxed and chatty, talking about getting caught up in World Cup celebrations in Amsterdam at the weekend. And later, how he was being mugged down a side street after smoking too much pot, but got away with it by handing one guy his joint, which was gratefully received, and then making a run for it amid the confusion. 'I felt like Nick Cave for about three seconds,' he said. 'Or like Mark E Smith for ten years.' Ho ho. I wouldn't recommend a Rollins-style branch into spoken word performance but he's a top man, according to me anyway. (He played mainly new songs, a few Sugars, and Makes No Sense At All.)

+ 2 little Fall refs-

Live to Air review, in Q:

'Essential and newly dicovered live album catches Mancunians at their peak... ' Ill-advised licensing clogs the CD racks with a slurry of substandard Fall compilations, but Cog Sinister releases are Mark E Smith endorsed and this one is particularly wonderful. Pieces from the 1982 albums Room to Live and Hex Enduction Hour stretch out here in glorious scabrous languor and there's a storming version of I'm into CB. Fans will thrill to embryonic takes on tracks from Perverted by Language, Smith appearing to sing I Feel Voxish as 'I feel Vox Crisps,' while youngsters who only know The Fall as an ongoing soap opera could do worse than listen and learn. (4/5 stars) by Stewart Lee

from Observer ..."If the Verve, Radiohead and Oasis are like three giant balloons, full of hot air, Haines [Auteurs, Black Box Recorder] is a pin; his job is to deflate whatever is around him. Like The Fall's Mark E Smith, whom he idolised as a teenager, he could hate for England. ... he is really not a terribly nice person." by Sam Taylor on Luke Haines, occasional Fall gig attendee

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From: Tom Wootton

Couple of Smith anecdotes for you

1) The Adult Net were playing a gig in Slough, with Mark Smith in the audience. The Slough crowd were remarkably unresponsive to the performance. Smith disappeared for a few moments and comes back armed with a beer tray and a dictaphone. He placed the dictaphone on a table and proceeded to slowly bang the beer tray on the table while intoning, in his inimitable nasal Mancunian accent, the phrase 'People of Slough' over the top. Thus

DANG People of Slough DANG People of Slough DANG

Apparently this was later used as an intro tape.

2) Journalist goes round to Smith's house, Smith asks whether he would like a bite to eat. Journalist says yes, Mark Smith seats him in his living room and goes into the kitchen. From the kitchen comes the sound of chopping, the clattering of pans, and the opening and shutting of cupboards. Half an hour later this is still going on and journo is beginning to get a little fidgity. Sounds of frantic food preparation continue for the next hour. Finally Smith reappears, with a packet of crisps and a piece of dry toast.

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From: Peter Conkerton
Subject: Tangled threads

Bloody synchronicity again...

So there I was in the library, looking for books by/about that Wyndham Lewis guy. No luck, but instead I stumbled across 'Junk Mail' by Will Self. Thought I'd give it a try, having not read much of his stuff. It's a collection of journalism, cartoons & interviews from various sources & yes, I'm rather enjoying it.

Anyway, one of the articles is a review of an album called 'Spare Ass Annie & Other Tales' by the Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy, which is a bunch of William Burroughs monologues with backing music by the DHH. Self describes it thus:

'If you sit down and listen in any moderately lucid state of mind the impression you have is of an old man muttering and ranting on in the aural foreground, while some young lads, engaged on some completely unrelated project, footle around with the controls on a mixing desk in the next room'

...which sounds convincing, tho' I've never heard it. But bear with this next bit, I promise it's worth it (ie Fallcon coming...)

'The only real gem on the album, the only place I found myself remotely carried away, was the rendition of "Junkies' Xmas" that dominates the second half. This early short story displays Burroughs at his best, conjuring up an entire parallel world out of a supply of sepia backdrops of wartime New York in the grip of winter. The junkie of the title, Danny, is released from jail on Christmas Eve and wanders the city looking for money and a score: 'enough for an eighth, and something to put down on a room'. The elision between warmth, security and heroin is entire. This is a kind of mutant O'Henry story that might have been penned for the 'Saturday Evening Post' in a post-war America with no illusions whatsoever. The only thing Danny can manage to steal is a suitcase that's been used as a prop by a torso murderer. As he dumps the two bloodless legs it contains, the junkie mutters: "The routines some people will put down nowadays..." He manages to sell the suitcase to a fence for two dollars, but then can't score. Eventually he manages to hit an alcoholic doctor for a quarter-grain tablet of morphine. He repairs to a cheap hotel - and here Burroughs's voice acquires a truly loving tone, caressing the listener as he meticulously describes the ritual of cooking up a fix. But just as he's about to have his hit - 'the shot in front of him, his defences gave way and junk sickness flooded his body' - he hears an unearthly groaning from the next room. Against his worst nature he goes next door to investigate and finds a young man suffering torments from kidney stones. This makes Danny laugh bleakly because it's exactly the fake routine he would put down to get junk out of a doctor. Danny takes pity on the kid and gives him the morphine. But Danny is rewarded for his Christian act: 'Suddenly a warm flood pulsed through his veins and broke in his head like a thousand golden speedballs.' 'Hark The Herald Angels Sing' swells in the background; it is a beatific moment: 'Ferchrissakes, Danny thought, I must have scored for the immaculate fix.'

So: 'No Xmas For Junkies', obviously, but have you ever wondered why MES chose to cover 'Hark The Herald Angels Sing' for the Peel session of Xmas '94? - Mystery solved...?

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From: Chris Kovin
Subject: Grimm of the Week

Hans the Hedgehog

There was once a country man who had money and land in plenty, but however rich he was, his happiness was still lacking in one respect - he had no children. Often when he went into the town with the other peasants they mocked him and asked why he had no children. At last he became angry, and when he got home he said, "I will have a child, even if it be a hedgehog." Then his wife had a child that was a hedgehog in the upper part of his body and a boy in the lower, and when she saw the child, she was terrified, and said, "See, there you have brought ill-luck on us." Then said the man, "What can be done now? The boy must be christened, but we shall not be able to get a godfather for him." The woman said, "And we cannot call him anything else but Hans the hedgehog."

When he was christened, the parson said, "He cannot go into any ordinary bed because of his spikes." So a little straw was put behind the stove, and Hans the hedgehog was laid on it. His mother could not suckle him, for he would have pricked her with his quills. So he lay there behind the stove for eight years, and his father was tired of him and thought, if he would but die. He did not die, however, but remained lying there.

Now it happened that there was a fair in the town, and the peasant was about to go to it, and asked his wife what he should bring back with him for her. "A little meat and a couple of white rolls which are wanted for the house," said she. Then he asked the servant, and she wanted a pair of slippers and some stockings with clocks. At last he said also, "And what will you have, Hans my hedgehog?" "Dear father," he said, "do bring me bagpipes." When, therefore, the father came home again, he gave his wife what he had bought for her, meat and white rolls, and then he gave the maid the slippers, and the stockings with clocks, and, lastly, he went behind the stove, and gave Hans the hedgehog the bagpipes.

And when Hans the hedgehog had the bagpipes, he said, "Dear father, do go to the forge and get the cock shod, and then I will ride away, and never come back again." At this, the father was delighted to think that he was going to get rid of him, and had the cock shod for him, and when it was done, Hans the hedgehog got on it, and rode away, but took swine and asses with him which he intended to keep in the forest. When they got there he made the cock fly on to a high tree with him, and there he sat for many a long year, and watched his asses and swine until the herd was quite large, and his father knew nothing about him. And while he was sitting in the tree, he played his bagpipes, and made music which was very beautiful.

Once a king came traveling by who had lost his way and heard the music. He was astonished at it, and sent his servant forth to look all round and see from whence this music came. He spied about, but saw nothing but a little animal sitting up aloft on the tree, which looked like a cock with a hedgehog on it which made this music. Then the king told the servant he was to ask why he sat there, and if he knew the road which led to his kingdom. So Hans the hedgehog descended from the tree, and said he would show the way if the king would write a bond and promise him whatever he first met in the royal courtyard as soon as he arrived at home. Then the king thought, I can easily do that, Hans the hedgehog understands nothing, and I can write what I like. So the king took pen and ink and wrote something, and when he had done it, Hans the hedgehog showed him the way, and he got safely home. But his daughter, when she saw him from afar, was so overjoyed that she ran to meet him, and kissed him. Then he remembered Hans the hedgehog, and told her what had happened, and that he had been forced to promise whatsoever first met him when he got home, to a very strange animal which sat on a cock as if it were a horse, and made beautiful music, but that instead of writing that he should have what he wanted, he had written that he should not have it. Thereupon the princess was glad, and said he had done well, for she never would have gone away with the hedgehog.

Hans the hedgehog, however, looked after his asses and pigs, and was always merry and sat on the tree and played his bagpipes. Now it came to pass that another king came journeying by with his attendants and runner, and he also had lost his way, and did not know how to get home again because the forest was so large. He likewise heard the beautiful music from a distance, and asked his runner what that could be, and told him to go and see. Then the runner went under the tree, and saw the cock sitting at the top of it, and Hans the hedgehog on the cock. The runner asked him what he was doing up there. I am keeping my asses and my pigs, but what is your desire. The messenger said that they had lost their way, and could not get back into their own kingdom, and asked if he would not show them the way.

Then Hans the hedgehog descended the tree with the cock, and told the aged king that he would show him the way, if he would give him for his own whatsoever first met him in front of his royal palace. The king said, "Yes," and wrote a promise to Hans the hedgehog that he should have this. That done, Hans rode on before him on the cock, and pointed out the way, and the king reached his kingdom again in safety. When he got to the courtyard, there were great rejoicings. Now he had an only daughter who was very beautiful, she ran to meet him, threw her arms round his neck, and was delighted to have her old father back again. She asked him where in the world he had been so long. So he told her how he had lost his way, and had very nearly not come back at all, but that as he was traveling through a great forest, a creature, half hedgehog, half man, who was sitting astride a cock in a high tree, and making music, had shown him the way and helped him to get out, but that in return he had promised him whatsoever first met him in the royal court-yard, and how that was she herself, which made him unhappy now. But on this she promised that, for love of her father, she would willingly go with this Hans if he came.

Hans the hedgehog, however, took care of his pigs, and the pigs became more pigs until there were so many in number that the whole forest was filled with them. Then Hans the hedgehog resolved not to live in the forest any longer, and sent word to his father to have every stye in the village emptied, for he was coming with such a great herd that all might kill who wished to do so. When his father heard that, he was troubled, for he thought Hans the hedgehog had died long ago. Hans the hedgehog, however, seated himself on the cock, and drove the pigs before him into the village, and ordered the slaughter to begin.

Ha. - Then there was a butchery and a chopping that might have been heard two miles off. After this Hans the hedgehog said, "Father, let me have the cock shod once more at the forge, and then I will ride away and never come back as long as I live." Then the father had the cock shod once more, and was pleased that Hans the hedgehog would never return again.

Hans the hedgehog rode away to the first kingdom. There the king had commanded that whosoever came mounted on a cock and had bagpipes with him should be shot at, cut down, or stabbed by everyone, so that he might not enter the palace. When, therefore, Hans the hedgehog came riding thither, they all pressed forward against him with their pikes, but he spurred the cock and it flew up over the gate in front of the king's window and lighted there, and Hans cried that the king must give him what he had promised, or he would take both his life and his daughter's. Then the king began to speak to his daughter, and to beg her to go away with Hans in order to save her own life and her father's. So she dressed herself in white, and her father gave her a carriage with six horses and magnificent attendants together with gold and possessions. She seated herself in the carriage, and placed Hans the hedgehog beside her with the cock and the bagpipes, and then they took leave and drove away, and the king thought he should never see her again. But he was deceived in his expectation for when they were at a short distance from the town, Hans the hedgehog took her pretty clothes off, and pierced her with his hedgehog's spikes until she bled all over. "That is the reward of your falseness," said he. "Go your way, I will not have you," and on that he chased her home again, and she was disgraced for the rest of her life.

Hans the hedgehog, however, rode on further on the cock, with his bagpipes, to the dominions of the second king to whom he had shown the way. But this one had arranged that if any one resembling Hans the hedgehog should come, they were to present arms, give him safe conduct, cry long life to him, and lead him to the royal palace.

But when the king's daughter saw him she was terrified, for he really looked too strange. Then she remembered that she could not change her mind, for she had given her promise to her father. So Hans the hedgehog was welcomed by her, and married to her, and had to go with her to the royal table, and she seated herself by his side, and they ate and drank. When the evening came and they wanted to go to sleep, she was afraid of his quills, but he told her she was not to fear, for no harm would befall her, and he told the old king that he was to appoint four men to watch by the door of the chamber, and light a great fire, and when he entered the room and was about to get into bed, he would creep out of his hedgehog's skin and leave it lying there by the bedside, and that the men were to run nimbly to it, throw it in the fire, and stay by it until it was consumed.

When the clock struck eleven, he went into the chamber, stripped off the hedgehog's skin, and left it lying by the bed. Then came the men and fetched it swiftly, and threw it in the fire, and when the fire had consumed it, he was saved, and lay there in bed in human form, but he was coal-black as if he had been burnt. The king sent for his physician who washed him with precious salves, and anointed him, and he became white, and was a handsome young man. When the king's daughter saw that she was glad, and the next morning they arose joyfully, ate and drank, and then the marriage was properly solemnized, and Hans the hedgehog received the kingdom from the aged king.

When several years had passed he went with his wife to his father, and said that he was his son. The father, however, declared he had no son - he had never had but one, and he had been born like a hedgehog with spikes, and had gone forth into the world. Then Hans made himself known, and the old father rejoiced and went with him to his kingdom.
My tale is done,
and away it has run
to little augusta's house.?

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