It is said that there was a nisse on the farm of Bure in Ringerike some time ago, who did the people there a lot of good. Not only did he groom the horses and tend the fire and lights, etc., but he even took on the job of a driver. Here’s how things went.
Once when he needed to travel to the mill at Hønefoss, and the farm boy (if I remember correctly) was absent, the farmer himself prepared everything on the evening beforehand. He loaded the cart and drove it under the bridge of the barn so that he could leave early the following morning.
The weather was grey and dark the next day, and so he slept in a bit, but just as he got out of bed, he saw the nisse bringing the horse out of the stable. He harnessed it and then, seating himself upon the sacks of grain, he drove it away.
He came back that evening, and by the morning after, everything was again in its proper place. The grain had been milled and the horse put away in the stable and provided with sufficient fodder, etc.
After that, the man always let the nisse drive to the mill, which he always did to his satisfaction.
Eventually, however, he noticed that the nisse was very ragged and poorly dressed. Winter was approaching, too, and he felt sorry for him. He therefore had beautiful new grey clothes sewn – and a knitted red hat, of course. He laid all this on top of the load that the nisse was to drive to the mill. He wanted to see how the nisse received his gift, too, so he hid himself.
The nisse immediately noticed the clothes and expressed his satisfaction with them by making faces and jumping around. After he had put the clothes on, he said with a wry laugh: “Well, I’m too fucking handsome to drive to the mill now!”
And nothing has been heard from him since.
– Peter Christen Asbjørnsen in
a letter to Andreas Faye, April 1835.