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The Steadfast Tin Soldier:E168

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The Steadfast Tin Soldier:E168

A beloved Christmas fairytale from Hans Christian Andersen about a one-legged tin soldier, who falls in love with a proud ballerina for the same nursery.  When he encounters many trials and tribulations, he remains steadfast in his love until the very end.  A lovely tale that celebrates the value of loyalty and steadfastness.  An episode from Journey with Story, a storytelling podcast for kids ages 6-10.  (duration-20 minutes) NOTE – this story has a sad ending, so might not be suitable for very young children.

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The Steadfast Tin Soldier- E 168 

December 23, 2021

Definition of Steadfast – loyal, reliable, trustworthy, firmly in place. 

Do you know what the word steadfast means?  Let me say it in a sentence and see if you can take a guess. 

Whenever I am in trouble, I can always count on my steadfast friend to come to my rescue. 

Yes, steadfast means – reliable, dependable, loyal – firmly in place – trustworthy We don’t use the word very much today, but I think it has a lovely sound to it, don’t you – say it with me – steadfast! 

Hello everyone I’m Kathleen Pelley.  Welcome to Journey with Story.  Today’s story is an old Christmas story from that marvelous storyteller, Hans Christian Andersen, that is all about a steadfast tin soldier.  Now it was written a long time ago and so some of the words might seem a little unfamiliar or old fashioned to you, but I know you will be able to guess the meaning as the story unfolds. Oh, it does mention something called a snuff box – which we do not have in this day and age, but long ago, a snuff box was a sort of decorative small box for holding scented, powdered tobacco leaves that people would take a sniff of – sounds sort of strange nowadays, I know, but as I say, this is a long ago story and this is a long ago word – but now you know what it means – snuff box.  

Before I begin – thanks to all the students and staff at St. Katherine Drexel Elementary here in Colorado for hosting an author’s visit from me where we took a journey with one of my most recent books, Five Little Angels – which celebrates the power of kindness to make the world a better place -thank you boys and girls for a wonderful welcome. 


Now, let’s take a journey with The Steadfast Tin Soldier by Hans Christian Andersen 


There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers. They were all brothers, born of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered their muskets and looked straight ahead of them, splendid in their uniforms, all red and blue. 

The very first thing in the world that they heard was, “Tin soldiers!” A small boy shouted it and clapped his hands as the lid was lifted off their box on his birthday. He immediately set them up on the table. 

All the soldiers looked exactly alike except one. He looked a little different as he had been cast last of all. The tin was short, so he had only one leg. But there he stood, as steady on one leg as any of the other soldiers on their two. But just you see, he’ll be the remarkable one. 

On the table with the soldiers were many other playthings, and one that no eye could miss was a marvelous castle of cardboard. It had little windows through which you could look right inside it. And in front of the castle were miniature trees around a little mirror supposed to represent a lake. The wax swans that swam on its surface were reflected in the mirror. All this was very pretty but prettiest of all was the little lady who stood in the open doorway of the castle. 

 Though she was a paper doll, she wore a dress of the fluffiest gauze. A tiny blue ribbon went over her shoulder for a scarf, and in the middle of it shone a spangle that was as big as her face.  

The little lady held out both her arms, as a ballet dancer does, and one leg was lifted so high behind her that the tin soldier couldn’t see it at all, and he supposed she must have only one leg, as he did. 

“That would be a wife for me,” he thought. “But maybe she’s too grand. She lives in a castle. I have only a box, with four-and-twenty roommates to share it. That’s no place for her. But I must try to make her acquaintance.”  

Still as stiff as when he stood at attention, he lay down on the table behind a snuffbox, where he could admire the dainty little dancer who kept standing on one leg without ever losing her balance. 

When the evening came the other tin soldiers were put away in their box, and the people of the house went to bed. Now the toys began to play among themselves at visits, and battles, and at giving balls.  

The tin soldiers rattled about in their box, for they wanted to play too, but they could not get the lid open. The nutcracker turned somersaults, and the slate pencil squeaked out jokes on the slate. The toys made such a noise that they woke up the canary bird, who made them a speech, all in verse.  

The only two who stayed still were the tin soldier and the little dancer. Without ever swerving from the tip of one toe, she held out her arms to him, and the tin soldier was just as steadfast on his one leg. Not once did he take his eyes off her. 

Then the clock struck twelve and – clack! – up popped the lid of the snuffbox. But there was no snuff in it, no –instead, out bounced a naughty little imp – a magical creature who liked to stir up trouble. 

“Tin soldier,” he said. “Will you please keep your eyes to yourself?”  He did not like to see the tin soldier gazing at the ballerina.  But the tin soldier pretended not to hear. 

 “Just you wait till tomorrow,” taunted the imp. 

But when morning came, and the children got up, the soldier was set on the window ledge. And whether the naughty imp did it,or whether there was a gust of wind, all of a sudden the window flew open and the soldier pitched out headlong from the third floor.  

He fell at breathtaking speed and landed cap first, with his bayonet buried between the paving stones and his one leg stuck straight in the air. The housemaid and the little boy ran down to look for him and, though they nearly stepped on the tin soldier, they walked right past without seeing him. 

 If the soldier had called, “Here I am!” they would surely have found him, but he thought it contemptible to raise an uproar while he was wearing his uniform. 

Soon it began to rain. The drops fell faster and faster, until they came down by the bucketful. As soon as the rain let up, along came two young mischievous lads. 

“Hi, look!” one of them said, “there’s a tin soldier. Let’s send him sailing.” 

They made a boat out of newspaper, put the tin soldier in the middle of it, and away he went down the gutter with the two young lads running beside him and clapping their hands.  

High heavens! How the waves splashed, and how fast the water ran down the gutter. Don’t forget that it had just been raining by the bucketful. The paper boat pitched, and tossed, and sometimes it whirled about so rapidly that it made the soldier’s head spin.  

But he stood as steady as ever. Never once flinching, he kept his eyes front, and carried his gun shoulder-high. Suddenly the boat rushed under a long plank where the gutter was boarded over. It was as dark as the soldier’s own box. 

“Where can I be going?” the soldier wondered. “This must be that naughty imp’s revenge.  Ah! if only I had the little lady with me, it could be twice as dark here for all that I would care.” 

Out popped a great water rat who lived under the gutter plank. 

“Have you a passport?” said the rat. “Hand it over.” 

The soldier kept quiet and held his musket tighter. On rushed the boat, and the rat came right after it, gnashing his teeth as he called to the sticks and straws: 

“Halt him! Stop him! He didn’t pay his toll. He hasn’t shown his passport. “But the current ran stronger and stronger. The soldier could see daylight ahead where the board ended, but he also heard a roar that would frighten the bravest of us.  

Hold on! Right at the end of that gutter plank the water poured into the great canal. It was as dangerous to him as a waterfall would be to us. 

He was so near it he could not possibly stop. The boat plunged into the whirlpool. The poor tin soldier stood as staunch as he could, and no one can say that he so much as blinked an eye. Thrice and again the boat spun around.  

It filled to the top – and was bound to sink. The water was up to his neck and still the boat went down, deeper, deeper, deeper, and the paper got soft and limp. Then the water rushed over his head. He thought of the pretty little dancer whom he’d never see again, and in his ears rang an old, old song: 

“Farewell, farewell, O warrior brave, 

Nobody can from Death thee save.” 

And now the paper boat broke beneath him, and the soldier sank right through. And just at that moment he was swallowed by a most enormous fish. 

My! how dark it was inside that fish. It was darker than under the gutter-plank and it was so cramped, but the tin soldier still was staunch. He lay there full length, soldier fashion, with musket to shoulder. 

Then the fish flopped and floundered in a most unaccountable way. Finally it was perfectly still, and after a while something struck through him like a flash of lightning. The tin soldier saw daylight again, and he heard a voice say, “The Tin Soldier!” The fish had been caught, carried to market, bought, and brought to a kitchen where the cook cut him open with her big knife. 

She picked the soldier up bodily between her two fingers, and carried him off upstairs. Everyone wanted to see this remarkable traveler who had traveled about in a fish’s stomach, but the tin soldier took no pride in it.  

They put him on the table and-lo and behold, what curious things can happen in this world-there he was, back in the same room as before. He saw the same children, the same toys were on the table, and there was the same fine castle with the pretty little dancer. 

 She still balanced on one leg, with the other raised high. She too was steadfast. That touched the soldier so deeply that he would have cried tin tears, only soldiers never cry. He looked at her, and she looked at him, and never a word was said.  

Just as things were going so nicely for them, one of the little boys snatched up the tin soldier and threw him into the stove. He did it for no reason at all. That jack-in-the-box in the snuffbox must have put him up to it. 

The tin soldier stood there dressed in flames. He felt a terrible heat, but whether it came from the flames or from his love he didn’t know. He’d lost his splendid colors, maybe from his hard journey, maybe from grief, nobody can say. 

He looked at the little lady, and she looked at him, and he felt himself melting. But still he stood steadfast, with his musket held trim on his shoulder. 

Then the door blew open. A puff of wind struck the dancer. She flew like a sylph, straight into the fire with the soldier, blazed up in a flash, and was gone.  

The tin soldier melted, all in a lump. The next day, when a servant took up the ashes she found him in the shape of a little tin heart.  

But of the pretty dancer nothing was left except her spangle, and it was burned as black as a coal. 

Awww – sad ending there, wasn’t it?  But also mixed with a tiny bit of happiness too, right?  After all our steadfast tin soldier who was both a very dependable soldier and a dependable friend to his ballerina ended up being together. 

Who do you know who is steadfast?  Someone who is always there for you in your time of need, someone you know you can always count on?  Maybe you could make a little thank you card for that person and thank them for beings such a steadfast friend! 

Maybe during this Christmas and holiday season, we can all try to be steadfast for our family friends – to be there for them when they need us – after all that might be the best gift we can offer anyone – don’t you think? 

Oh, grown ups – if you haven’t already done so, please take a moment to rate, review and share this podcast with a friend or two.  Thank you.  Happy Christmas to all of our steadfast listeners.- we are so grateful for your loyalty and support. 


Cheerio then, join me next time for Journey with Story. 

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