awkwardly, the impatient beast gave him such a kick on the
head with his hind foot that he fell to the ground, and for
some time could not think where he was; when luckily there
came by a butcher who was wheeling along a young pig in a
wheelbarrow.
“ Here’s a fine piece of work!” cried he, helping poor
Hans on his legs again. Then Hans related to him all that
had happened; and the butcher handed him his pocket-flask,
saying,
‘“ Here, take a drink, and be a man again; of course the
cow would give no milk; she is old and only fit to draw
burdens, or to be slaughtered.”
‘Well, to be sure,” said Hans, scratching his head. ‘ Who
would have thought it? of course it is a very handy way of
getting meat when a man has a beast of his own to kill; but
for my part I do not care much about cow beef, it is rather
tasteless. Now, if I had but a young pig, that is much better
meat, and then the sausages !”
6 Look here, Hans,” said the butcher, “just for love of
you I will exchange, and will give you my pig instead of your
COW. *
“ Heaven reward such kindness!” cried Hans, and hand¬
ing over the cow, received in exchange the pig, who was
turned out of his wheelbarrow and was to be led by a string.
So on went Hans, thinking how everything turned out
according to his wishes, and how, if trouble overtook him, all
was sure to be set right directly. After a while he fell in with
a peasant, who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm.
They bid each other good-day, and Hans began to tell about
his luck, and how he had made so many good exchanges.
And the peasant told how he was taking the goose to a
christening feast. _
“Tust feel how heavy it is,” said he, taking it up by the
wings; “it has been fattening for the last eight weeks; and
when it is roasted, won’t the fat run down!”
“Ves, indeed,” said Hans, weighing it in his hand, “ very
fine to be sure; but my pig is not to be despised.”
Upon which the peasant glanced cautiously on all sides,
and shook his head.