Old King Cole was not always a king, nor was he born a member
royal family. It was only chance--"hard luck" he used
to call it--that
made him a king at all.
He had always been a poor man, being the son of an apple peddler,
died and left him nothing but a donkey and a fiddle. But that
enough for Cole, who never bothered his head about the world's
but took things as they came and refused to worry about anything.
So, when the house he lived in, and the furniture, and even the
applecart were sold to pay his father's debts, and he found himself
left with the old fiddle that nobody wanted and the old donkey
one would have--it being both vicious and unruly--he uttered no
of complaint. He simply straddled the donkey and took the fiddle
his arm and rode out into the world to seek his fortune.
When he came to a village he played a merry tune upon the fiddle
sang a merry song with it, and the people gave him food most
willingly. There was no trouble about a place to sleep, for if
denied a bed he lay down with the donkey in a barn, or even on
village green, and making a pillow of the donkey's neck he slept
soundly as anyone could in a bed of down.
And so he continued riding along and playing upon his fiddle
years, until his head grew bald and his face was wrinkled and
bushy eyebrows became as white as snow. But his eyes never lost
merry twinkle, and he was just as fat and hearty as in his younger
days, while, if you heard him singing his songs and scraping upon
old fiddle, you would know at once his heart was as young as ever.
He never guided the donkey, but let the beast go where it would,
so it happened that at last they came to Whatland, and entered
the city where resided the King of that great country.
Now, even as Cole rode in upon his donkey the King of Whatland
dying in his palace, surrounded by all the luxury of the court.
he left no heir, and was the last of the royal line, the councilors
and wise men of Whatland were in a great quandary as to who should
succeed him. But finally they bethought themselves of the laws
land, and upon looking up the records they found in an old book
that provided for just such a case as this.
"If the King dies," so read the law, "and there
be no one to succeed
to the throne, the prime minister shall be blinded and led from
palace into the main street of the city. And he shall stretch
arms and walk about, and the first person he touches shall be
as King of the land."
The councilors were greatly pleased when they found this law,
enabled them to solve the problem that confronted them. So when
King had breathed his last they blindfolded the prime minister
him forth from the palace, and he began walking about with
outstretched arms seeking someone to touch.
Of course the people knew nothing of this law, nor even that
King was dead, and seeing the prime minister groping about blindfolded
they kept out of his way, fearing they might be punished if he
stumbled against them. But Cole was then riding along on the donkey,
and did not even know it was the prime minister who was feeling
in such a funny way. So he began to laugh, and the minister, who
by this time grown tired of the game, heard the laugh and came
the stranger and touched him, and immediately all the wise men
councilors fell down before him and hailed him as King of Whatland!
Thus did the wandering fiddler become King Cole, and you may
he laughed more merrily than ever when they explained to him his
They carried him within the palace and dressed him in purple
linen, and placed a crown of gold upon his bald head and a jeweled
scepter in his wrinkled hand, and all this amused old King Cole
much. When he had been led to the great throne room and placed
the throne of gold (where the silken cushions felt very soft and
pleasant after his long ride upon the donkey's sharp back) the
courtiers all knelt before him and asked what commands he wished
give, since everyone in the kingdom must now obey his slightest
"Oh well," said the new King, "I think the first
thing I would like is
my old pipe. You 'll find it in the pocket of the ragged coat
One of the officers of the court at once ran for the pipe, and
was brought King Cole filled it with tobacco from his greasy pouch
lighted it, and you can imagine what a queer sight it was to see
fat King sitting upon the rich throne, dressed in silk, and satins
a golden crown, and smoking at the same time an old black pipe!
The councilors looked at each other in dismay, and the ladies
court sneezed and coughed and seemed greatly shocked, and all
pleased old King Cole so much that he lay back in his throne and
roared with laughter. Then the prime minister came forward very
gravely, and bowing low he said,
"May it please your Majesty, it is not the custom of Kings
to smoke a
pipe while seated upon the throne."
"But it is my custom," answered Cole.
"It is impolite, and unkingly!" ventured the minister.
"Now, see here, old fellow," replied his Majesty, "I
did n't ask to
be King of this country; it 's all your own doing. All my life
smoked whenever I wished, and if I can't do as I please here,
won't be king--so there!"
"But you must be the King, your Majesty, whether you want
to or not.
The law says so."
"If that 's the case," returned the King, "I can
do as I please in
other things. So you just run and get me a bowl of punch, there
The aged minister did not like to be addressed thus, but the
commands must be obeyed; so, although the court was greatly horrified,
he brought the bowl of punch, and the King pushed his crown onto
back of his head and drank heartily, and smacked his lips afterwards.
"That 's fine!" he said; "but say--what do you
people do to amuse
"Whatever your Majesty commands," answered one of the
"What! must I amuse you as well as myself? Methinks it is
task to be a King if so many things are required of me. But I
it is useless to fret, since the law obliges me to reign in this
country against my will. Therefore will I make the best of my
misfortune, and propose we have a dance, and forget our cares.
once for some fiddlers, and clear the room for our merrymaking,
for once in our lives we shall have a jolly good time!"
So one of the officers of the court went out and soon returned
three fiddlers, and when at the King's command they struck up
the monarch was delighted, for every fiddler had a very fine fiddle
and knew well how to use it.
Now, Old King Cole was a merry old soul, so he soon set all the
and gentlemen of the court to dancing, and he himself took off
crown and his ermine robe and laid them upon the throne, while
danced with the prettiest lady present till he was all out of
Then he dismissed them, and they were all very well pleased with
new King, for they saw that, in spite of his odd ways, he had
heart, and would try to make everyone about him as merry as he
The next morning the King was informed that several of his subjects
craved audience with him, as there were matters of dispute between
them that must be settled. King Cole at first refused to see them,
declaring he knew nothing of the quarrels of his subjects and
must manage their own affairs; but when the prime minister told
was one of his duties as king, and the law required it, he could
do otherwise than submit. So he put on his crown and his ermine
and sat upon the throne, although he grumbled a good deal at the
necessity; for never having had any business of his own to attend
he thought it doubly hard that in his old age he must attend to
business of others.
The first case of dispute was between two men who each claimed
a fine cow, and after hearing the evidence, the King ordered the
to be killed and roasted and given to the poor, since that was
easiest way to decide the matter. Then followed a quarrel between
subjects over ten pieces of gold, one claiming the other owed
sum. The King, thinking them both rascals, ordered the gold to
paid, and then he took it and scattered it amongst the beggars
By this time King Cole decided he had transacted enough business
one day, so he sent word to those outside that if anyone had a
that was not just he should be severely punished; and, indeed,
the subjects learned the manner in which the King settled disputes,
they were afraid to come to him, as both sides were sure to be
by the decision. And that saved King Cole a lot of trouble thereafter,
for the people thought best to settle their own differences.
The King, now seeing he was free to do as he pleased, retired
private chamber, where he called for the three fiddlers and made
play for him while he smoked his pipe and drank a bowl of punch.
Every evening he had a dance in the palace; and every day there
picnics and merrymakings of all kinds, and before long King Cole
the reputation of having the merriest court in all the world.
He loved to feast and to smoke and to drink his punch, and he
never so merry as when others were merry with him, so that the
fiddlers were almost always by his side, and at any hour of the
you could hear sweet strains of music echoing through the palace.
Old King Cole did not forget the donkey that had been his constant
companion for so long. He had a golden saddle made for him, with
saddle-cloth broidered in gold and silver, and the bridle was
with diamonds and precious stones, all taken from the King's treasury.
And when he rode out, the old fat King always bestrode the donkey,
while his courtiers rode on either side of him upon their prancing
Old King Cole reigned for many years, and was generally beloved
subjects; for he always gave liberally to all who asked, and was
always as merry and happy as the day was long.
When he died the new King was found to be of a very different
and ruled the country with great severity; but this only served
make the memory of Old King Cole more tenderly cherished by his
people, and they often sighed when they recalled his merry pranks,
the good times they enjoyed under his rule.