A long time ago, at the foothills of Tatra
Mountains, in a small village of wooden huts surrounded by green pastures lived
a boy by the name of Janosik. He was a boy of great strength. Chopping logs and
jumping over mountaineer’s axe made his muscles strong.
Since he was a little boy, he enjoyed stories of the
mountain outlaws. One day, he confined his dream to his father, “When I grow
up, I’d like to join the famous chieftain of the outlaws, who everybody is
talking about.”
“Just remember, be one of those who helps the poor
people,” responded the father.
After many summers, it came time for Janosik to
leave the village and search for the famous outlaws. He jumped over streams,
climbed the rocky walls and wriggled through the thick forests. Such was a path
of the mountain outlaws.
He felt free and strong without any fear of the
night and its wild animals. One such night, he had a dream of three fairies. Each
one gifted him something. The first one said, “This suit of clothes will
protect you from any harm.” The second added, “This wide leather belt will give
you strength to jump like no other.” The last one finished, “This mountaineer’s
long-handled hatchet will make you a leader, no one will defeat you as long as
you hold this hatchet.”
In the morning, when Janosik wiped sleep from his
eyes, he saw the three gifts from the fairies. He put his new outfit on with
the wild belt puffing his chest out, grabbed the mountaineer’s hatchet and
continued his adventure.
After a few days of wandering, high in the
mountains, he came across a campfire of the outlaws. While approaching them, he
moved slowly, but with confidence. All eyes were on Janosik, when he spoke, “I
came to join you.”
“You’re too young,” replied one of the outlaws.
“Better go back home before I’ll teach you a lesson,”
added another outlaw.
The outlaws burst out laughing. Janosik calmly responded,
“I will fight with the chieftain himself, if he is not afraid of me.”
The chieftain hearing this, mumbled under his nose, “I’ll
teach you a lesson.”
The chieftain struggled to reach the young man with
his blows. Janosik quickly gained the advantage and with his powerful outfit
and hatchet won the fight.
Feeling old and incompetent, the chieftain
understood that it was time for him to step down and give a lead to a young and
stronger man than him.
Janosik, the new leader, asked the old chieftain to
stay and advise him in guiding the group. The young leader was smart and just.
He gained respect of his people quickly. Remembering the words of his father,
he led his people to assist the poor. The highlanders loved Janosik and his
people for their good deeds. In return, they helped in warning the group, when
a danger was awaiting them.
One summer, in the favorite mountain village of
Janosik, where his lovely Margie lived, there was a wedding to which Janosik and
his people were invited to. The wedding of the village chief’s daughter was big
and loud. There was dancing and celebrating until the morning hours. The skirts
whirled higher and higher in the air with faster and faster beats of the music.
In the morning hours, when everybody was too tired
to dance anymore, they laid down on piles of straw. During this time, an old
treacherous woman sneaked out of the village and informed the soldiers of
whereabouts of Janosik and his men.
The soldiers marched quickly into the village
capturing the young man and the rest of the outlaws. They were taken to the
city, where they were charged. Only the rich merchants were allowed to witness
against Janosik.
One merchant dressed richly with a high hat and
rugby on his finger pointed, “He led all my sheep out of pen into the
mountains.”
A chubby merchant, with buttons on his belly about
to explode, bellowed, “He robbed my whole family while in carriage en route to
the city!”
Many other merchants roared their grudges throughout
the day, demanding the highest verdict. Not even one poor villager was allowed
to testify. At the end, Janosik was sentenced to death.
Janosik with his head high was proud to serve the
poor and to fulfill the promise to his father. The highlanders said their
goodbyes promising revenge, women and children wailed.
Centuries later, the highlanders still remember Janosik,
commemorating him in their paintings, songs and stories.
Note: Janosik was a famous Slovak outlaw, who lived
between the 17th-18th centuries and grew up in Terchova (NW
Slovakia), where his statue stands (below). Another version of Janosik – March post 2014.
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