The Vexed Rye-Ruņģīts

There once lived a housemaster who was in possession of not merely one but even his two rye-ruņģīts*. Every night, the rye-ruņģīts carried a good stack of grains and a pile of money, as well, to the housemaster’s granary. The house master kept both of his ruņģīts inside of a locked chamber and nobody was

Purchasing Rye-Dragons at Ironhat’s House

Two housemasters, both living in great poverty, began plotting the fastest means of coming into great wealth and riches. By and by, one of the housemasters uttered, ‘Do you know what I have to say unto you, brother? I had such thoughts shooting into my mind that no later than tomorrow we should go to

The Rye-Ruņģīts and the Farm-Hand

There once was a house master who tasked his farm-hand with the milling of the rye grains – a vesselful each night. But the farm-hand whilst stepping to his milling duties most timely, never saw an ending to his labour. Not even half the measure he could achieve in his milling – and the mill

The Rye-Ruņģīts

One housemaster kept a crops dragon in his homestead and the dragon brought him plenty of rye, and the man could live in great wealth. Meanwhile, the other housemaster was forever complaining of having no bread to serve to his table. And that was because the struggling housemaster’s rye was carried overnight out of his

The Eerie Crawler

In the bygone times, the Džūkste parishioners used to frequent the nearby Engure lands in order to fell their firewood. That way, a Džūkste man once drove to Engure Town upon the very Mummers* Eve – or some other eve, who can remember such… – and there, the Džūkste man spent the night at some

The Dung Dragon

There once was a poor housemaster who approached a Riga landlord to sell to him a dragon. The landlord demanded one thaler* for the purchase of the dragon. The housemaster paid what had been requested. The landlord then presented the housemaster with such black a beetle which had been crawling right beside the doorstep, and

A Dragon Appearing as a Bathing Whisk

One housemaster found a new bathing whisk in the middle of his yard. The housemaster thought to himself, ‘Who would be scattering whisks about in such foolish manner? When the spring comes, I should give this whisk for the lambs to nibble at – what else to do with such…’ The housemaster seized the whisk

A Dragon Entices to Mischief

One day, a cattle-keeper was out grazing her cows. Suddenly there came a heavy rain pouring down. Dismayed, the woman took sight of a tiny chick upon the rye field – drenched in the rainwater the chick was. The woman brought the chick home and there she settled the chick atop the firestove – for

The Small Chick Crying

There once was a housemaster and one day, that housemaster thought he kept hearing a small chick crying. The chick was nought else but a dragon. Yet the housemaster possessed no knowledge of this and he brought the chick home. There the housemaster settled the chick by his granary and dropped for it some grains

The Dragon’s Revenge

In Lielvircava parish, there lived the house master who kept his dragon but the man was not feeding the dragon well. By and by, the dragon resolved to seek to its revenge. One night, the dragon, indeed, set the entire household on fire. At the time, a farm-hand was walking back from the stables and