Page 578 - Child's own book
P. 578

on foot stil! ?  — “ I  must  indeed,”  replied  he ;  “ here have  I
                           a Jump to carry home;  it is gold certainly,  but  I  cannot hold
                           my head up,  and  it  hurts  my shoulder.*’— “ Do  you  know,"
                           said the  rider, “ we  will exchange :  I  give you my  horse, and
                           you  shall give me your lump/'— “ With all my heart," replied
                            H ans;’*  but  I  tell you, you  will  be sadly burthencd/*
                              The  man  dismounted,  took the gold,  and  helped  Hans on,
                           and,  giving  him  hold  of  the  hridlc*  he  said,  “ If  he  should
                           not go quite quickly enough, you  must rattle your tongue, and
                           cry,  Gee up!  geo up! '*
                              Now  Han3 was very glad as he sat upon  the horse, and rode
                           on  so  freely  and  bravely;  but  presently  he  wished  to  go
                           quicker,  so  he  began  to  rattle  his  tongue,  and  cry Gee  up.
                           The  horse  began a  smart  trot,  and  before  Hans  knew  what
                           was the matter,  he  was thrown  off, and fell  into a ditch  which
                           divided the fields  from the road.      The  horse  would  have run
                           away, if  a peasant  who  was  coming  that  wav, driving  a  cow
                           before him, had  not  stopped  him.        Hans picked  himself  up
                           again, and felt whether  his  bones were all  right;  but  he was
                           quite in a passion,  and  said to the countryman, 4‘ Riding is bad
                           sport, particularly if one happens with suoh a mare as this, which
                           kicks and throws one off fit to  break  one's  neck.      I  won’t get
                           on  her any  more, any how.       Commend  to  me your cow;  for
                           one can walk behind her with ease, and have besides, every day,
                           milk,  butter,  and cheese.    What would  I not  give  to  have a
                           cow i "—“ Why,”  said  the  countryman, “ since you have met
                           with such a  mishap,  I  will  exchange  my cow for your horse.”
                           Hans consented with  a thousand  thanks, and  the countryman,
                           mounting the horse,  rode off at once.
                              Hans drove his  cow quietly before him, and  thought he bad
                           made a cApital bargain.      “ Let me have but a piece of bread,'*
                           thought  he, u and  that at  present  1  have  no  fear of  wanting,
   573   574   575   576   577   578   579   580   581   582   583