theTinder-Box打火匣 byHansChristianAndersen（1835） ASOLDIERcamemarchingalongthehighroad “Left，rightleft，right.”Hehadhisknapsackonhisback，andaswordathisside；
hehadbeentothewars，andwasnowreturninghome. Ashewalkedon，hemetaveryfrightful-lookingoldwitchintheroad.Herunder-liphungquitedownonherbreast，andshestoppedandsaid， “Goodevening，soldier；
youhaveaveryfinesword，andalargeknapsack，andyouarearealsoldier；
soyoushallhaveasmuchmoneyaseveryoulike.” “Thankyou，oldwitch，”saidthesoldier. “Doyouseethatlargetree，”saidthewitch，pointingtoatreewhichstoodbesidethem. “Well，itisquitehollowinside，andyoumustclimbtothetop，whenyouwillseeahole，throughwhichyoucanletyourselfdownintothetreetoaGREatdepth.Iwilltiearoperoundyourbody，sothatIcanpullyouupagainwhenyoucallouttome.” “ButwhatamItodo，downthereinthetree”askedthesoldier. “Getmoney，”shereplied；
“foryoumustknowthatwhenyoureachthegroundunderthetree，youwillfindyourselfinalargehall，lightedupbythreehundredlamps；
youwillthenseethreedoors，whichcanbeeasilyopened，forthekeysareinallthelocks.Onenteringthefirstofthechambers，towhichthesedoorslead，youwillseealargechest，standinginthemiddleofthefloor，anduponitadogseated，withapairofeyesaslargeasteacups.Butyouneednotbeatallafraidofhim；
Iwillgiveyoumybluecheckedapron，whichyoumustspreaduponthefloor，andthenboldlyseizeholdofthedog，andplacehimuponit.Youcanthenopenthechest，andtakefromitasmanypenceasyouplease，theyareonlycopperpence；
butifyouwouldratherhavesilvermoney，youmustgointothesecondchamber.Hereyouwillfindanotherdog，witheyesasbigasmill-wheels；
butdonotletthattroubleyou.Placehimuponmyapron，andthentakewhatmoneyyouplease.If，however，youlikegoldbest，enterthethirdchamber，wherethereisanotherchestfullofit.Thedogwhositsonthischestisverydreadful；
hiseyesareasbigasatower，butdonotmindhim.Ifhealsoisplaceduponmyapron，hecannothurtyou，andyoumaytakefromthechestwhatgoldyouwill.” “Thisisnotabadstory，”saidthesoldier；
“butwhatamItogiveyou，youoldwitchfor，ofcourse，youdonotmeantotellmeallthisfornothing.” “No，”saidthewitch；
“butIdonotaskforasinglepenny.Onlypromisetobringmeanoldtinder-box，whichmygrandmotherleftbehindthelasttimeshewentdownthere.” “Verywell；
Ipromise.Nowtietheroperoundmybody.” “Hereitis，”repliedthewitch；
“andhereismybluecheckedapron.” Assoonastheropewastied，thesoldierclimbedupthetree，andlethimselfdownthroughthehollowtothegroundbeneath；
andherehefound，asthewitchhadtoldhim，alargehall，inwhichmanyhundredlampswereallburning.Thenheopenedthefirstdoor. “Ah”theresatthedog，withtheeyesaslargeasteacups，staringathim. “Youreaprettyfellow，”saidthesoldier，seizinghim，andplacinghimonthewitchsapron，whilehefilledhispocketsfromthechestwithasmanypiecesastheywouldhold.Thenheclosedthelid，seatedthedoguponitagain，andwalkedintoanotherchamber，And，sureenough，theresatthedogwitheyesasbigasmill-wheels. “Youhadbetternotlookatmeinthatway，”saidthesoldier；
“youwillmakeyoureyeswater；
”andthenheseatedhimalsoupontheapron，andopenedthechest.Butwhenhesawwhataquantityofsilvermoneyitcontained，heveryquicklythrewawayallthecoppershehadtaken，andfilledhispocketsandhisknapsackwithnothingbutsilver. thenhewentintothethirdroom，andtherethedogwasreallyhideous；
hiseyeswere，truly，asbigastowers，andtheyturnedroundandroundinhisheadlikewheels. “Goodmorning，”saidthesoldier，touchinghiscap，forhehadneverseensuchadoginhislife.Butafterlookingathimmoreclosely，hethoughthehadbeencivilenough，soheplacedhimonthefloor，andopenedthechest.Goodgracious，whataquantityofgoldtherewasenoughtobuyallthesugar-sticksofthesweet-stuffwomen；
allthetinsoldiers，whips，androcking-horsesintheworld，oreventhewholetownitselfTherewas，indeed，animmensequantity.Sothesoldiernowthrewawayallthesilvermoneyhehadtaken，andfilledhispocketsandhisknapsackwithgoldinstead；
andnotonlyhispocketsandhisknapsack，butevenhiscapandboots，sothathecouldscarcelywalk. Hewasreallyrichnow；
sohereplacedthedogonthechest，closedthedoor，andcalledupthroughthetree， “Nowpullmeout，youoldwitch.” “Haveyougotthetinder-box”askedthewitch. “No；
IdeclareIquiteforgotit.”Sohewentbackandfetchedthetinderbox，andthenthewitchdrewhimupoutofthetree，andhestoodagaininthehighroad，withhispockets，h