THE BUTTER MYSTERY.

There were two brothers who had a small farm and dairy between them,

and they were honest and industrious, and worked hard to get along,

though they had barely enough, after all their labour, just to keep

body and soul together.

One day while churning, the handle of the dash broke, and nothing

being near to mend it, one of the brothers cut off a branch from an

elder-tree that grew close to the house, and tied it to the dash for a

handle. Then the churning went on, but to their surprise, the butter

gathered so thick that all the crocks in the house were soon full, and

still there was more left. The same thing went on every churning day,

so the brothers became rich, for they could fill the market with their

butter, and still had more than enough for every buyer.

At last, being honest and true men, they began to fear that there was

witchcraft in it, and that they were wronging their neighbours by

abstracting their butter, and bringing it to their own churn in some

strange way. So they both went off together to a great fairy doctor,

and told him the whole story, and asked his advice.

“Foolish men,” he said to them, “why did you come to me? for now you

have broken the spell, and you will never have your crocks filled with

butter any more. Your good fortune has passed away, for know the truth

now. You were not wronging your neighbours; all was fair and just that

you did, but this is how it happened. Long ago, the fairies passing

through your land had a dispute and fought a battle, and having no

arms, they flung lumps of butter at each other, which got lodged in the

branches of the elder-tree in great quantities, for it was just after

May Eve, when butter is plenty. This is the butter you have had, for

the elder-tree has a sacred power which preserved it until now, and it

came down to you through the branch you cut for a handle to the dash.

But the spell is broken now that you have uttered the mystery, and you

will have no more butter from the elder-tree.”

Then the brothers went away sorrowful, and never after did the butter

come beyond the usual quantity. However, they had already made so much

money that they were content. And they stocked their farm, and all

things prospered with them, for they had dealt uprightly in the matter,

and the blessing of the Lord was on them.

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