Feminism Analysis on Bogey-beast Short Story
The Bogey-Beast
The
Bogey-Beast is a
delightful fairy tale about how luck is all relative. From English Fairy
Tales, retold by Flora Annie Steel (1922), illustrated by Arthur Rackham.
This story is featured in Children's Stories.
There was once a woman who was
very, very cheerful, though she had little to make her so; for she was old, and
poor, and lonely. She lived in a little bit of a cottage and earned a scant
living by running errands for her neighbours, getting a bite here, a sup there,
as reward for her services. So she made shift to get on, and always looked as
spry and cheery as if she had not a want in the world.
Now one summer evening, as she
was trotting, full of smiles as ever, along the high road to her hovel, what
should she see but a big black pot lying in the ditch!
"Goodness me!" she
cried, "that would be just the very thing for me if I only had something
to put in it! But I haven't! Now who could have left it in the ditch?"
And she looked about her
expecting the owner would not be far off; but she could see nobody.
"Maybe there is a hole in
it," she went on, "and that's why it has been cast away. But it would
do fine to put a flower in for my window; so I'll just take it home with
me."
And with that she lifted the lid
and looked inside. "Mercy me!" she cried, fair amazed. "If it
isn't full of gold pieces. Here's luck!"
And so it was, brimful of great
gold coins. Well, at first she simply stood stock-still, wondering if she was
standing on her head or her heels. Then she began saying:
"Lawks! But I do feel rich.
I feel awful rich!"
After she had said this many
times, she began to wonder how she was to get her treasure home. It was too
heavy for her to carry, and she could see no better way than to tie the end of
her shawl to it and drag it behind her like a go-cart.
"It will soon be
dark," she said to herself as she trotted along. "So much the better!
The neighbours will not see what I'm bringing home, and I shall have all the
night to myself, and be able to think what I'll do! Mayhap I'll buy a grand
house and just sit by the fire with a cup o' tea and do no work at all like a
queen. Or maybe I'll bury it at the garden foot and just keep a bit in the old
china teapot on the chimney-piece. Or maybe—Goody! Goody! I feel that grand I
don't know myself."
By this time she was a bit tired
of dragging such a heavy weight, and, stopping to rest a while, turned to look
at her treasure.
And lo! it wasn't a pot of gold
at all! It was nothing but a lump of silver.
She stared at it, and rubbed her
eyes, and stared at it again.
"Well! I never!" she
said at last. "And me thinking it was a pot of gold! I must have been
dreaming. But this is luck! Silver is far less trouble—easier to mind, and not
so easy stolen. Them gold pieces would have been the death o' me, and with this
great lump of silver—"
So she went off again planning
what she would do, and feeling as rich as rich, until becoming a bit tired
again she stopped to rest and gave a look round to see if her treasure was
safe; and she saw nothing but a great lump of iron!
"Well! I never!" says
she again. "And I mistaking it for silver! I must have been dreaming. But
this is luck! It's real convenient. I can get penny pieces for old iron, and
penny pieces are a deal handier for me than your gold and silver. Why! I should
never have slept a wink for fear of being robbed. But a penny piece comes in
useful, and I shall sell that iron for a lot and be real rich—rolling
rich."
So on she trotted full of plans
as to how she would spend her penny pieces, till once more she stopped to rest
and looked round to see her treasure was safe. And this time she saw nothing
but a big stone.
"Well! I never!" she cried,
full of smiles. "And to think I mistook it for iron. I must have been
dreaming. But here's luck indeed, and me wanting a stone terrible bad to stick
open the gate. Eh my! but it's a change for the better! It's a fine thing to
have good luck."
So, all in a hurry to see how
the stone would keep the gate open, she trotted off down the hill till she came
to her own cottage. She unlatched the gate and then turned to unfasten her
shawl from the stone which lay on the path behind her. Aye! It was a stone sure
enough. There was plenty light to see it lying there, douce and peaceable as a
stone should.
So she bent over it to unfasten
the shawl end, when—"Oh my!" All of a sudden it gave a jump, a
squeal, and in one moment was as big as a haystack. Then it let down four great
lanky legs and threw out two long ears, nourished a great long tail and romped
off, kicking and squealing and whinnying and laughing like a naughty,
mischievous boy!
The old woman stared after it
till it was fairly out of sight, then she burst out laughing too.
"Well!" she chuckled,
"I am in luck! Quite the luckiest body hereabouts. Fancy my seeing the
Bogey-Beast all to myself; and making myself so free with it too! My goodness!
I do feel that uplifted—that GRAND!"—
So she went into her cottage and
spent the evening chuckling over her good luck.
Feminism
The Bogey-Beast is about an old woman who found a
blac kpot in the ditch with a bunch of gold inside it. As she carried the pot
on the way home, the things inside it kept turning to something else from fancy
things to a beast. She didn’t feel sad or guilty about it, but she felt very
greatful with everything had happened.
In analyzing the story, feminisme can be seen on the
characters, characteristics, the story, and the author.
1.
The Bogey-Beast
was written by Flora Annie Steel who is a woman.
2.
She wrote the
story with an old woman as the main character.
“There was once
a woman who was very, very cheerful, though she had little to make her so; for
she was old, and poor, and lonely”
3.
The main
character is described as a strong independent woman who lived alone and worked
to support her life.
‘She lived in a
little bit of a cottage and earned a scant living by running errands for her
neighbours, getting a bite here, a sup there, as reward for her services.”
4.
As a woman, she
got a good characterization. Even though she only had an ordinary life, she
enjoyed every moment on it.
“So she made shift to get on, and always
looked as spry and cheery as if she had not a want in the world.”
5.
The old woman is
also a strong person.
“It was too heavy for her to carry, and she
could see no better way than to tie the end of her shawl to it and drag it
behind her like a go-cart.”
“By this time she was a bit tired of
dragging such a heavy weight, and, stopping to rest a while, turned to look at
her treasure.”
6.
Wandering about
the things she might get from the gold, she only wish the grand for her own
life without man presence.
”, and be able
to think what I'll do! Mayhap I'll buy a grand house and just sit by the fire
with a cup o' tea and do no work at all like a queen.”
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