<h3><SPAN name="chap104"></SPAN>104 Wise Folks</h3>
<p>One day a peasant took his good hazel-stick out of the corner and said to his
wife, “Trina, I am going across country, and shall not return for three
days. If during that time the cattle-dealer should happen to call and want to
buy our three cows, you may strike a bargain at once, but not unless you can
get two hundred thalers for them; nothing less, do you hear?” “For
heaven’s sake just go in peace,” answered the woman, “I will
manage that.” “You, indeed,” said the man. “You once
fell on your head when you were a little child, and that affects you even now;
but let me tell you this, if you do anything foolish, I will make your back
black and blue, and not with paint, I assure you, but with the stick which I
have in my hand, and the colouring shall last a whole year, you may rely on
that.” And having said that, the man went on his way.</p>
<p>Next morning the cattle-dealer came, and the woman had no need to say many
words to him. When he had seen the cows and heard the price, he said, “I
am quite willing to give that, honestly speaking, they are worth it. I will
take the beasts away with me at once.” He unfastened their chains and
drove them out of the byre, but just as he was going out of the yard-door, the
woman clutched him by the sleeve and said, “You must give me the two
hundred thalers now, or I cannot let the cows go.” “True,”
answered the man, “but I have forgotten to buckle on my money-belt. Have
no fear, however, you shall have security for my paying. I will take two cows
with me and leave one, and then you will have a good pledge.” The woman
saw the force of this, and let the man go away with the cows, and thought to
herself, “How pleased Hans will be when he finds how cleverly I have
managed it!” The peasant came home on the third day as he had said he
would, and at once inquired if the cows were sold? “Yes, indeed, dear
Hans,” answered the woman, “and as you said, for two hundred
thalers. They are scarcely worth so much, but the man took them without making
any objection.” “Where is the money?” asked the peasant.
“Oh, I have not got the money,” replied the woman; “he had
happened to forget his money-belt, but he will soon bring it, and he left good
security behind him.” “What kind of security?” asked the man.
“One of the three cows, which he shall not have until he has paid for the
other two. I have managed very cunningly, for I have kept the smallest, which
eats the least.” The man was enraged and lifted up his stick, and was
just going to give her the beating he had promised her. Suddenly he let the
stick fail and said, “You are the stupidest goose that ever waddled on
God’s earth, but I am sorry for you. I will go out into the highways and
wait for three days to see if I find anyone who is still stupider than you. If
I succeed in doing so, you shall go scot-free, but if I do not find him, you
shall receive your well-deserved reward without any discount.”</p>
<p>He went out into the great highways, sat down on a stone, and waited for what
would happen. Then he saw a peasant’s waggon coming towards him, and a
woman was standing upright in the middle of it, instead of sitting on the
bundle of straw which was lying beside her, or walking near the oxen and
leading them. The man thought to himself, “That is certainly one of the
kind I am in search of,” and jumped up and ran backwards and forwards in
front of the waggon like one who is not very wise. “What do you want, my
friend?” said the woman to him; “I don’t know you, where do
you come from?” “I have fallen down from heaven,” replied the
man, “and don’t know how to get back again, couldn’t you
drive me up?” “No,” said the woman, “I don’t know
the way, but if you come from heaven you can surely tell me how my husband, who
has been there these three years is. You must have seen him?” “Oh,
yes, I have seen him, but all men can’t get on well. He keeps sheep, and
the sheep give him a great deal to do. They run up the mountains and lose their
way in the wilderness, and he has to run after them and drive them together
again. His clothes are all torn to pieces too, and will soon fall off his body.
There is no tailor there, for Saint Peter won’t let any of them in, as
you know by the story.” “Who would have thought it?” cried
the woman, “I tell you what, I will fetch his Sunday coat which is still
hanging at home in the cupboard, he can wear that and look respectable. You
will be so kind as to take it with you.” “That won’t do very
well,” answered the peasant; “people are not allowed to take
clothes into Heaven, they are taken away from one at the gate.”
“Then hark you,” said the woman, “I sold my fine wheat
yesterday and got a good lot of money for it, I will send that to him. If you
hide the purse in your pocket, no one will know that you have it.”
“If you can’t manage it any other way,” said the peasant,
“I will do you that favor.” “Just sit still where you
are,” said she, “and I will drive home and fetch the purse, I shall
soon be back again. I do not sit down on the bundle of straw, but stand up in
the waggon, because it makes it lighter for the cattle.” She drove her
oxen away, and the peasant thought, “That woman has a perfect talent for
folly, if she really brings the money, my wife may think herself fortunate, for
she will get no beating.” It was not long before she came in a great
hurry with the money, and with her own hands put it in his pocket. Before she
went away, she thanked him again a thousand times for his courtesy.</p>
<p>When the woman got home again, she found her son who had come in from the
field. She told him what unlooked-for things had befallen her, and then added,
“I am truly delighted at having found an opportunity of sending something
to my poor husband. Who would ever have imagined that he could be suffering for
want of anything up in heaven?” The son was full of astonishment.
“Mother,” said he, “it is not every day that a man comes from
Heaven in this way, I will go out immediately, and see if he is still to be
found; he must tell me what it is like up there, and how the work is
done.” He saddled the horse and rode off with all speed. He found the
peasant who was sitting under a willow-tree, and was just going to count the
money in the purse. “Have you seen the man who has fallen down from
Heaven?” cried the youth to him. “Yes,” answered the peasant,
“he has set out on his way back there, and has gone up that hill, from
whence it will be rather nearer; you could still catch him up, if you were to
ride fast.” “Alas,” said the youth, “I have been doing
tiring work all day, and the ride here has completely worn me out; you know the
man, be so kind as to get on my horse, and go and persuade him to come
here.” “Aha!” thought the peasant, “here is another who
has no wick in his lamp!” “Why should I not do you this
favor?” said he, and mounted the horse and rode off in a quick trot. The
youth remained sitting there till night fell, but the peasant never came back.
“The man from Heaven must certainly have been in a great hurry, and would
not turn back,” thought he, “and the peasant has no doubt given him
the horse to take to my father.” He went home and told his mother what
had happened, and that he had sent his father the horse so that he might not
have to be always running about. “Thou hast done well,” answered
she, “thy legs are younger than his, and thou canst go on foot.”</p>
<p>When the peasant got home, he put the horse in the stable beside the cow which
he had as a pledge, and then went to his wife and said, “Trina, as your
luck would have it, I have found two who are still sillier fools than you; this
time you escape without a beating, I will store it up for another
occasion.” Then he lighted his pipe, sat down in his grandfather’s
chair, and said, “It was a good stroke of business to get a sleek horse
and a great purse full of money into the bargain, for two lean cows. If
stupidity always brought in as much as that, I would be quite willing to hold
it in honor.” So thought the peasant, but you no doubt prefer the simple
folks.</p>
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