"The Hedley Kow" - an English folktale

 

THERE was once an old woman, who earned a poor living by going errands and such like, for the farmers' wives round about the village where she lived. It wasn't much she earned by it; but with a plate of meat at one house, and a cup of tea at another, she made shift to get on somehow, and always looked as cheerful as if she hadn't a want in the world.

Well, one summer evening as she was trotting away homewards she came upon a big black pot lying at the side of the road.

"Now that" said she, stopping to look at it, "would be just the very thing for me if I had anything to put into it! But who can have left it here?" and she looked round about, as if the person it belonged to must be not far off. But she could see no one.

"Maybe it'll have a hole in it," she said thoughtfully:—

"Ay, that'll be how they've left it lying, hinny. But then it'd do fine to put a flower in for the window; I'm thinking I'll just take it home, anyways." And she bent her stiff old back, and lifted the lid to look inside.

"Mercy me!" she cried, and jumped back to the other side of the road; "if it isn't brim full o' gold PIECES!!"

For a while she could do nothing but walk round and round her treasure, admiring the yellow gold and wondering at her good luck, and saying to herself about every two minutes, "Well, I do be feeling rich and grand!" But presently she began to think how she could best take it home with her; and she couldn't see any other way than by fastening one end of her shawl to it, and so dragging it after her along the road.

"It'll certainly be soon dark," she said to herself "and folk'll not see what I'm bringing home with me, and so I'll have all the night to myself to think what I'll do with it. I could buy a grand house and all, and live like the Queen herself, and not do a stroke of work all day, but just sit by the fire with a cup of tea; or maybe I'll give it to the priest to keep for me, and get a piece as I'm wanting; or maybe I'll just bury it in a hole at the garden-foot, and put a bit on the chimney, between the chiney teapot and the spoons—for ornament, like. Ah! I feel so grand, I don't know myself rightly!"

And by this time, being already rather tired with dragging such a heavy weight after her, she stopped to rest for a minute, turning to make sure that her treasure was safe.

But when she looked at it, it wasn't a pot of gold at all, but a great lump of shining silver!

She stared at it, and rubbed her eyes and stared at it again; but she couldn't make it look like anything but a great lump of silver. "I'd have sworn it was a pot of gold," she said at last, "but I reckon I must have been dreaming. Ay, now, that's a change for the better; it'll be far less trouble to look after, and none so easy stolen; yon gold pieces would have been a sight of bother to keep 'em safe—Ay, I'm well quit of them; and with my bonny lump I'm as rich as rich——!"

And she set off homewards again, cheerfully planning all the grand things she was going to do with her money. It wasn't very long, however, before she got tired again and stopped once more to rest for a minute or two.

Again she turned to look at her treasure, and as soon as she set eyes on it she cried out in astonishment. "Oh my!" said she; "now it's a lump o' iron! Well, that beats all; and it's just real convenient! I can sell it as easy as easy, and get a lot o' penny pieces for it. Ay, hinny, an' it's much handier than a lot o' yer gold and silver as'd have kept me from sleeping o' nights thinking the neighbours were robbing me—an' it's a real good thing to have by you in a house, ye niver can tell what ye mightn't use it for, an' it'll sell—ay, for a real lot. Rich? I'll be just rolling!"

And on she trotted again chuckling to herself on her good luck, till presently she glanced over her shoulder, "just to make sure it was there still," as she said to herself.

"Eh my!" she cried as soon as saw it; "if it hasn't gone and turned itself into a great stone this time! Now, how could it have known that I was just terrible wanting something to hold my door open with? Ay, if that isn't a good change! Hinny, it's a fine thing to have such good luck."

And, all in a hurry to see how the stone would look in its corner by her door, she trotted off down the hill, and stopped at the foot, beside her own little gate.

When she had unlatched it, she turned to unfasten her shawl from the stone, which this time seemed to lie unchanged and peaceably on the path beside her. There was still plenty of light, and she could see the stone quite plainly as she bent her stiff back over it, to untie the shawl end; when, all of a sudden, it seemed to give a jump and a squeal, and grew in a moment as big as a great horse; then it threw down four lanky legs, and shook out two long ears, flourished a tail, and went off kicking its feet into the air, and laughing like a naughty mocking boy.

The old woman stared after it, till it was fairly out of sight.

"Well!" she said at last, "I do be the luckiest body hereabouts! Fancy me seeing the Hedley Kow all to myself, and making so free with it too! I can tell you, I do feel that GRAND——"

And she went into her cottage and sat down by the fire to think over her good luck. 

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The story of the Hedley Kow takes place in a village in Northumberland, UK. The Hedley Kow is a shape shifting figure some describe as elf-like but in this story it appears as a horse. The story is similar to the Grimm tale "Hans in Luck." Both stories are classified as ATU 1415 (Lucky Hans).

In this story, we find a poor (but very wise) old woman who is barely making ends meet by running errands for others. While walking down a road, she finds an old pot.  She thinks she might use it as a flower pot so she drags it behind her. When she looks inside she finds it filled with gold and ponders what she might do with these riches. She continues to pull the pot behind her.  When she looks inside again it is filled with silver. Instead of seeing this as a loss, she puts a positive spin on it.  Silver is less likely to be stolen so it's better than gold. Time passes and the old woman stops to look again.  Now the pot is filled with iron.  That's OK, she thinks, for it's even easier to sell.  Next time she looks, the pot is filled with a rock.  Yippee!  This is exactly what she needs as a door stop.  No matter what is in the pot, it's all lucky for her. Finally, the old woman is home. This time when she looks inside she sees the Hedley Kow!  That trickster was behind all of this.  Although she is left with nothing, the old woman sees herself as lucky for  she was able to see the magical Hedley Kow.

What can we learn from this story? If it's all about luck, the old woman shows us that luck is how we see it and how we make it.  The old woman, after all, decided to pick up the  pot.  You can be pretty sure that other travelers on that road passed it by. Once she picked it up, she went on a magical jaunt with the Hedley Kow. It might have wanted to cause her trouble. It might even have wanted to defeat her.  After all, she had so little that would  be an easy thing to do. But the old woman shows us that anything and everything can be lucky.  To this wise crone everything can work out for good.  She finds value in what is before her and good in every event. It does not take wealth to make her happy. She's grateful for what she has. 

Therefore, In addition to being wise, discerning, protective and justice seeking, the wise crone archetype is resilient, grateful and optimist.  She has faith in her abilities and knows she has the strength within her to persevere. The moral of the story is one that all positive psychologists would agree with - Happiness is a matter of perspective. To be happy you must be grateful and view your life in the most positive way you can.

					Jacobs, Joseph, More English Fairy Tales (New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons; London: D. Nutt, 1894). On the benefits of gratitude.   On the benefits of learned optimism.