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    by Edgar Allan Poe
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    I NEVER knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He
    seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, and
    to tell it well, was the surest road to his favor. Thus it happened that
    his seven ministers were all noted for their accomplishments as jokers.
    They all took after the king, too, in being large, corpulent, oily men, as
    well as inimitable jokers. Whether people grow fat by joking, or whether
    there is something in fat itself which predisposes to a joke, I have never
    been quite able to determine; but certain it is that a lean joker is a
    rara avis in terris.

    About the refinements, or, as he called them, the 'ghost' of wit, the king
    troubled himself very little. He had an especial admiration for breadth in
    a jest, and would often put up with length, for the sake of it.
    Over-niceties wearied him. He would have preferred Rabelais' 'Gargantua'
    to the 'Zadig' of Voltaire: and, upon the whole, practical jokes suited
    his taste far better than verbal ones.

    At the date of my narrative, professing jesters had not altogether gone
    out of fashion at court. Several of the great continental 'powers' still
    retain their 'fools,' who wore motley, with caps and bells, and who were
    expected to be always ready with sharp witticisms, at a moment's notice,
    in consideration of the crumbs that fell from the royal table.

    Our king, as a matter of course, retained his 'fool.' The fact is, he
    required something in the way of folly -- if only to counterbalance the
    heavy wisdom of the seven wise men who were his ministers -- not to
    mention himself.

    His fool, or professional jester, was not only a fool, however. His value
    was trebled in the eyes of the king, by the fact of his being also a dwarf
    and a cripple. Dwarfs were as common at court, in those days, as fools;
    and many monarchs would have found it difficult to get through their days
    (days are rather longer at court than elsewhere) without both a jester to
    laugh with, and a dwarf to laugh at. But, as I have already observed, your
    jesters, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, are fat, round, and
    unwieldy -- so that it was no small source of self-gratulation with our
    king that, in Hop-Frog (this was the fool's name), he possessed a
    triplicate treasure in one person.

    I believe the name 'Hop-Frog' was not that given to the dwarf by his
    sponsors at baptism, but it was conferred upon him, by general consent of
    the several ministers, on account of his inability to walk as other men
    do. In fact, Hop-Frog could only get along by a sort of interjectional
    gait -- something between a leap and a wriggle -- a movement that afforded
    illimitable amusement, and of course consolation, to the king, for
    (notwithstanding the protuberance of his stomach and a constitutional
    swelling of the head) the king, by his whole court, was accounted a
    capital figure.

    But although Hop-Frog, through the distortion of his legs, could move only
    with great pain and difficulty along a road or floor, the prodigious
    muscular power which nature seemed to have bestowed upon his arms, by way
    of compensation for deficiency in the lower limbs, enabled him to perform
    many feats of wonderful dexterity, where trees or ropes were in question,
    or any thing else to climb. At such exercises he certainly much more
    resembled a squirrel, or a small monkey, than a frog.

    I am not able to say, with precision, from what country Hop-Frog
    originally came. It was from some barbarous region, however, that no
    person ever heard of -- a vast distance from the court of our king.
    Hop-Frog, and a young girl very little less dwarfish than himself
    (although of exquisite proportions, and a marvellous dancer), had been
    forcibly carried off from their respective homes in adjoining provinces,
    and sent as presents to the king, by one of his ever-victorious generals.

    Under these circumstances, it is not to be wondered at that a close
    intimacy arose between the two little captives. Indeed, they soon became
    sworn friends. Hop-Frog, who, although he made a great deal of sport, was
    by no means popular, had it not in his power to render Trippetta many
    services; but she, on account of her grace and exquisite beauty (although
    a dwarf), was universally admired and petted; so she possessed much
    influence; and never failed to use it, whenever she could, for the benefit
    of Hop-Frog.

    On some grand state occasion -- I forgot what -- the king determined to
    have a masquerade, and whenever a masquerade or any thing of that kind,
    occurred at our court, then the talents, both of Hop-Frog and Trippetta
    were sure to be called into play. Hop-Frog, in especial, was so inventive
    in the way of getting up pageants, suggesting novel characters, and
    arranging costumes, for masked balls, that nothing could be done, it
    seems, without his assistance.

    The night appointed for the fete had arrived. A gorgeous hall had been
    fitted up, under Trippetta's eye, with every kind of device which could
    possibly give eclat to a masquerade. The whole court was in a fever of
    expectation. As for costumes and characters, it might well be supposed
    that everybody had come to a decision on such points. Many had made up
    their minds (as to what roles they should assume) a week, or even a month,
    in advance; and, in fact, there was not a particle of indecision anywhere
    -- except in the case of the king and his seven minsters. Why they
    hesitated I never could tell, unless they did it by way of a joke. More
    probably, they found it difficult, on account of being so fat, to make up
    their minds. At all events, time flew; and, as a last resort they sent for
    Trippetta and Hop-Frog.

    When the two little friends obeyed the summons of the king they found him
    sitting at his wine with the seven members of his cabinet council; but the
    monarch appeared to be in a very ill humor. He knew that Hop-Frog was not
    fond of wine, for it excited the poor cripple almost to madness; and
    madness is no comfortable feeling. But the king loved his practical jokes,
    and took pleasure in forcing Hop-Frog to drink and (as the king called it)
    'to be merry.'

    "Come here, Hop-Frog," said he, as the jester and his friend entered the
    room; "swallow this bumper to the health of your absent friends, [here
    Hop-Frog sighed,] and then let us have the benefit of your invention. We
    want characters -- characters, man -- something novel -- out of the way.
    We are wearied with this everlasting sameness. Come, drink! the wine will
    brighten your wits."

    Hop-Frog endeavored, as usual, to get up a jest in reply to these advances
    from the king; but the effort was too much. It happened to be the poor
    dwarf's birthday, and the command to drink to his 'absent friends' forced
    the tears to his eyes. Many large, bitter drops fell into the goblet as he
    took it, humbly, from the hand of the tyrant.

    "Ah! ha! ha!" roared the latter, as the dwarf reluctantly drained the
    beaker. -- "See what a glass of good wine can do! Why, your eyes are
    shining already!"

    Poor fellow! his large eyes gleamed, rather than shone; for the effect of
    wine on his excitable brain was not more powerful than instantaneous. He
    placed the goblet nervously on the table, and looked round upon the
    company with a half -- insane stare. They all seemed highly amused at the
    success of the king's 'joke.'

    "And now to business," said the prime minister, a very fat man.

    "Yes," said the King; "Come lend us your assistance. Characters, my fine
    fellow; we stand in need of characters -- all of us -- ha! ha! ha!" and as
    this was seriously meant for a joke, his laugh was chorused by the seven.

    Hop-Frog also laughed although feebly and somewhat vacantly.

    "Come, come," said the king, impatiently, "have you nothing to suggest?"

    "I am endeavoring to think of something novel," replied the dwarf,
    abstractedly, for he was quite bewildered by the wine.

    "Endeavoring!" cried the tyrant, fiercely; "what do you mean by that? Ah,
    I perceive. You are Sulky, and want more wine. Here, drink this!" and he
    poured out another goblet full and offered it to the cripple, who merely
    gazed at it, gasping for breath.

    "Drink, I say!" shouted the monster, "or by the fiends-"

    The dwarf hesitated. The king grew purple with rage. The courtiers
    smirked. Trippetta, pale as a corpse, advanced to the monarch's seat, and,
    falling on her knees before him, implored him to spare her friend.

    The tyrant regarded her, for some moments, in evident wonder at her
    audacity. He seemed quite at a loss what to do or say -- how most
    becomingly to express his indignation. At last, without uttering a
    syllable, he pushed her violently from him, and threw the contents of the
    brimming goblet in her face.

    The poor girl got up the best she could, and, not daring even to sigh,
    resumed her position at the foot of the table.

    There was a dead silence for about half a minute, during which the falling
    of a leaf, or of a feather, might have been heard. It was interrupted by a
    low, but harsh and protracted grating sound which seemed to come at once
    from every corner of the room.

    "What -- what -- what are you making that noise for?" demanded the king,
    turning furiously to the dwarf.

    The latter seemed to have recovered, in great measure, from his
    intoxication, and looking fixedly but quietly into the tyrant's face,
    merely ejaculated:

    "I -- I? How could it have been me?"

    "The sound appeared to come from without," observed one of the courtiers.
    "I fancy it was the parrot at the window, whetting his bill upon his

    "True," replied the monarch, as if much relieved by the suggestion; "but,
    on the honor of a knight, I could have sworn that it was the gritting of
    this vagabond's teeth."

    Hereupon the dwarf laughed (the king was too confirmed a joker to object
    to any one's laughing), and displayed a set of large, powerful, and very
    repulsive teeth. Moreover, he avowed his perfect willingness to swallow as
    much wine as desired. The monarch was pacified; and having drained another
    bumper with no very perceptible ill effect, Hop-Frog entered at once, and
    with spirit, into the plans for the masquerade.

    "I cannot tell what was the association of idea," observed he, very
    tranquilly, and as if he had never tasted wine in his life, "but just
    after your majesty, had struck the girl and thrown the wine in her face --
    just after your majesty had done this, and while the parrot was making
    that odd noise outside the window, there came into my mind a capital
    diversion -- one of my own country frolics -- often enacted among us, at
    our masquerades: but here it will be new altogether. Unfortunately,
    however, it requires a company of eight persons and-"

    "Here we are!" cried the king, laughing at his acute discovery of the
    coincidence; "eight to a fraction -- I and my seven ministers. Come! what
    is the diversion?"

    "We call it," replied the cripple, "the Eight Chained Ourang-Outangs, and
    it really is excellent sport if well enacted."

    "We will enact it," remarked the king, drawing himself up, and lowering
    his eyelids.

    "The beauty of the game," continued Hop-Frog, "lies in the fright it
    occasions among the women."

    "Capital!" roared in chorus the monarch and his ministry.

    "I will equip you as ourang-outangs," proceeded the dwarf; "leave all that
    to me. The resemblance shall be so striking, that the company of
    masqueraders will take you for real beasts -- and of course, they will be
    as much terrified as astonished."

    "Oh, this is exquisite!" exclaimed the king. "Hop-Frog! I will make a man
    of you."

    "The chains are for the purpose of increasing the confusion by their
    jangling. You are supposed to have escaped, en masse, from your keepers.
    Your majesty cannot conceive the effect produced, at a masquerade, by
    eight chained ourang-outangs, imagined to be real ones by most of the
    company; and rushing in with savage cries, among the crowd of delicately
    and gorgeously habited men and women. The contrast is inimitable!"

    "It must be," said the king: and the council arose hurriedly (as it was
    growing late), to put in execution the scheme of Hop-Frog.

    His mode of equipping the party as ourang-outangs was very simple, but
    effective enough for his purposes. The animals in question had, at the
    epoch of my story, very rarely been seen in any part of the civilized
    world; and as the imitations made by the dwarf were sufficiently
    beast-like and more than sufficiently hideous, their truthfulness to
    nature was thus thought to be secured.

    The king and his ministers were first encased in tight-fitting stockinet
    shirts and drawers. They were then saturated with tar. At this stage of
    the process, some one of the party suggested feathers; but the suggestion
    was at once overruled by the dwarf, who soon convinced the eight, by
    ocular demonstration, that the hair of such a brute as the ourang-outang
    was much more efficiently represented by flu. A thick coating of the
    latter was accordingly plastered upon the coating of tar. A long chain was
    now procured. First, it was passed about the waist of the king, and tied,
    then about another of the party, and also tied; then about all
    successively, in the same manner. When this chaining arrangement was
    complete, and the party stood as far apart from each other as possible,
    they formed a circle; and to make all things appear natural, Hop-Frog
    passed the residue of the chain in two diameters, at right angles, across
    the circle, after the fashion adopted, at the present day, by those who
    capture Chimpanzees, or other large apes, in Borneo.

    The grand saloon in which the masquerade was to take place, was a circular
    room, very lofty, and receiving the light of the sun only through a single
    window at top. At night (the season for which the apartment was especially
    designed) it was illuminated principally by a large chandelier, depending
    by a chain from the centre of the sky-light, and lowered, or elevated, by
    means of a counter-balance as usual; but (in order not to look unsightly)
    this latter passed outside the cupola and over the roof.

    The arrangements of the room had been left to Trippetta's superintendence;
    but, in some particulars, it seems, she had been guided by the calmer
    judgment of her friend the dwarf. At his suggestion it was that, on this
    occasion, the chandelier was removed. Its waxen drippings (which, in
    weather so warm, it was quite impossible to prevent) would have been
    seriously detrimental to the rich dresses of the guests, who, on account
    of the crowded state of the saloon, could not all be expected to keep from
    out its centre; that is to say, from under the chandelier. Additional
    sconces were set in various parts of the hall, out of the war, and a
    flambeau, emitting sweet odor, was placed in the right hand of each of the
    Caryaides [Caryatides] that stood against the wall -- some fifty or sixty

    The eight ourang-outangs, taking Hop-Frog's advice, waited patiently until
    midnight (when the room was thoroughly filled with masqueraders) before
    making their appearance. No sooner had the clock ceased striking, however,
    than they rushed, or rather rolled in, all together -- for the impediments
    of their chains caused most of the party to fall, and all to stumble as
    they entered.

    The excitement among the masqueraders was prodigious, and filled the heart
    of the king with glee. As had been anticipated, there were not a few of
    the guests who supposed the ferocious-looking creatures to be beasts of
    some kind in reality, if not precisely ourang-outangs. Many of the women
    swooned with affright; and had not the king taken the precaution to
    exclude all weapons from the saloon, his party might soon have expiated
    their frolic in their blood. As it was, a general rush was made for the
    doors; but the king had ordered them to be locked immediately upon his
    entrance; and, at the dwarf's suggestion, the keys had been deposited with

    While the tumult was at its height, and each masquerader attentive only to
    his own safety (for, in fact, there was much real danger from the pressure
    of the excited crowd), the chain by which the chandelier ordinarily hung,
    and which had been drawn up on its removal, might have been seen very
    gradually to descend, until its hooked extremity came within three feet of
    the floor.

    Soon after this, the king and his seven friends having reeled about the
    hall in all directions, found themselves, at length, in its centre, and,
    of course, in immediate contact with the chain. While they were thus
    situated, the dwarf, who had followed noiselessly at their heels, inciting
    them to keep up the commotion, took hold of their own chain at the
    intersection of the two portions which crossed the circle diametrically
    and at right angles. Here, with the rapidity of thought, he inserted the
    hook from which the chandelier had been wont to depend; and, in an
    instant, by some unseen agency, the chandelier-chain was drawn so far
    upward as to take the hook out of reach, and, as an inevitable
    consequence, to drag the ourang-outangs together in close connection, and
    face to face.

    The masqueraders, by this time, had recovered, in some measure, from their
    alarm; and, beginning to regard the whole matter as a well-contrived
    pleasantry, set up a loud shout of laughter at the predicament of the

    "Leave them to me!" now screamed Hop-Frog, his shrill voice making itself
    easily heard through all the din. "Leave them to me. I fancy I know them.
    If I can only get a good look at them, I can soon tell who they are."

    Here, scrambling over the heads of the crowd, he managed to get to the
    wall; when, seizing a flambeau from one of the Caryatides, he returned, as
    he went, to the centre of the room-leaping, with the agility of a monkey,
    upon the kings head, and thence clambered a few feet up the chain; holding
    down the torch to examine the group of ourang-outangs, and still
    screaming: "I shall soon find out who they are!"

    And now, while the whole assembly (the apes included) were convulsed with
    laughter, the jester suddenly uttered a shrill whistle; when the chain
    flew violently up for about thirty feet -- dragging with it the dismayed
    and struggling ourang-outangs, and leaving them suspended in mid-air
    between the sky-light and the floor. Hop-Frog, clinging to the chain as it
    rose, still maintained his relative position in respect to the eight
    maskers, and still (as if nothing were the matter) continued to thrust his
    torch down toward them, as though endeavoring to discover who they were.

    So thoroughly astonished was the whole company at this ascent, that a dead
    silence, of about a minute's duration, ensued. It was broken by just such
    a low, harsh, grating sound, as had before attracted the attention of the
    king and his councillors when the former threw the wine in the face of
    Trippetta. But, on the present occasion, there could be no question as to
    whence the sound issued. It came from the fang -- like teeth of the dwarf,
    who ground them and gnashed them as he foamed at the mouth, and glared,
    with an expression of maniacal rage, into the upturned countenances of the
    king and his seven companions.

    "Ah, ha!" said at length the infuriated jester. "Ah, ha! I begin to see
    who these people are now!" Here, pretending to scrutinize the king more
    closely, he held the flambeau to the flaxen coat which enveloped him, and
    which instantly burst into a sheet of vivid flame. In less than half a
    minute the whole eight ourang-outangs were blazing fiercely, amid the
    shrieks of the multitude who gazed at them from below, horror-stricken,
    and without the power to render them the slightest assistance.

    At length the flames, suddenly increasing in virulence, forced the jester
    to climb higher up the chain, to be out of their reach; and, as he made
    this movement, the crowd again sank, for a brief instant, into silence.
    The dwarf seized his opportunity, and once more spoke:

    "I now see distinctly." he said, "what manner of people these maskers are.
    They are a great king and his seven privy-councillors, -- a king who does
    not scruple to strike a defenceless girl and his seven councillors who
    abet him in the outrage. As for myself, I am simply Hop-Frog, the jester
    -- and this is my last jest."

    Owing to the high combustibility of both the flax and the tar to which it
    adhered, the dwarf had scarcely made an end of his brief speech before the
    work of vengeance was complete. The eight corpses swung in their chains, a
    fetid, blackened, hideous, and indistinguishable mass. The cripple hurled
    his torch at them, clambered leisurely to the ceiling, and disappeared
    through the sky-light.

    It is supposed that Trippetta, stationed on the roof of the saloon, had
    been the accomplice of her friend in his fiery revenge, and that,
    together, they effected their escape to their own country: for neither was
    seen again.
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