Popular Tales from the Norse by George Webbe Dasent
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Well, when the man reached home, who had got the six hundred dollars and the cart-load of clothes and money, he saw that all his fields were ploughed and sown, and the first thing he asked his wife was, where she had got the seed-corn from. 'Oh', she said, 'I have always heard that what a man sows he shall reap, so I sowed the salt which our friends the north-country men laid up here with us, and if we only have rain I fancy it will come up nicely.' 'Silly you are', said her husband, 'and silly you will be so long as you live; but that is all one now, for the rest are not a bit wiser than you. There is not a pin to choose between you.' ONE'S OWN CHILDREN ARE ALWAYS PRETTIEST A sportsman went out once into a wood to shoot, and he met a Snipe. 'Dear friend', said the Snipe, 'don't shoot my children!' 'How shall I know your children?' asked the Sportsman; 'what are they like?' 'Oh!' said the Snipe, 'mine are the prettiest children in all the wood.' |
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