_The Countryman and the Jew._
There was once a Farmer, a great miser, and he had a servant as simple
as he himself was close, for he had served his master, three years
without being offered any wages, or asking for any.
After the three years, however, the man thought he would not work any
longer without pay, so he said to his master, "I have worked for you
diligently and faithfully, and hope you will now give me a fair reward
for my services."
Knowing that his man was a great simpleton, the farmer gave
him three-pence, saying, "I not only reward you fairly, but
splendidly--here is a penny for each year; but, now that you are rich,
do not squander your money and get into idle habits."
The poor fellow thought that he was rich indeed, so determined that he
would not work and slave any longer, but travel and enjoy himself.
With his fortune in his purse, and his purse safely in his pocket, he
set out; and as he was going along, singing merrily, a little dwarf
came up and asked him why he was so merry.
"Why should I not be merry," he answered, "for I am rich and have
nothing to do but to enjoy myself? I have worked hard for three years,
and saved all my earnings."
"And how much might they be?" the little man asked. When told that the
amount was three-pence, he said he was very poor, and begged hard for
the money. The Countryman did not make him ask long, and cheerfully
gave him his three-pence, when the little fellow said--
"You have a kind, generous heart, and shall not suffer for your
liberality. You shall have three wishes, which shall be granted
you--one for each penny."
The Countryman was highly rejoiced, and said, "Many thanks, my good
Friend, for your offer; and, first of all, I would like to have a gun
which will bring down everything that I shoot at; and, secondly, I
choose a fiddle, to which, when I play, every one must dance, whether
he will or no. These will satisfy me, so I will not trouble you with a
third wish at present."
"Your wishes are soon granted," said the Dwarf, and gave him the
desired gun and fiddle; after which he went his way.
Our friend was happy before, but now his happiness knew no bounds; and
he only wanted an opportunity to try his fiddle, for the gun he had
already tried several times as he walked along.
The desired opportunity was not long wanting, for he soon met a Jew;
and just where they met stood a tree, on one of the branches of which
sat a plump wood-pigeon.
"I wish I had that bird," said the Jew; "could you not shoot it for me,
my Friend?"
"That is easily done," was the answer; and the same instant the bird
fell amongst some thorn-bushes at the foot of the tree. The Jew crept
in among the bushes to pick it up; and no sooner was he in the middle
than the Countryman took his fiddle and played the sprightliest of jigs.
The first sound no sooner reached the Jew's ears than he began to
dance; and, as the tune went on, he jumped and capered higher and
higher, at every leap he took leaving a piece of his clothes hanging to
the thorns. The thorns soon began to enter his flesh, and, in pain, he
cried out--
"For heaven's sake, leave off playing! What have I done to deserve
this?"
"What have you done?" said the Countryman. "How many a poor wretch have
you not ruined! And the duty to avenge them has fallen upon me, so I
will just play you another tune, and mind you dance well to it."
The Jew then offered him money to give over; but, as his offer did not
rise high enough, he had to dance on till, in despair and worn out by
fatigue and pain, he said he would give a hundred pieces of gold, which
he had in his purse. As the purse was thrown down the Countryman's
heart was softened; so he gave over playing, took up the purse and went
his way, highly delighted with his day's work.
[Illustration: _The Jew's Dance._]
No sooner had he gone than the Jew crept out from among the thorns,
half naked, and his heart full of bitterness and revenge. The loss of
his money smarted even more intolerably than the wounds in his flesh,
and he hastened to the nearest judge, to whom he complained how he had
been robbed and ill-treated, giving a description of his tormentor.
The judge could not refuse justice to the Jew; so he sent out his
officers, who soon caught the Countryman, and, brought back, he was put
upon his trial.
The Jew's evidence, and the sorry plight he was in, were too convincing
to be got over, though the defence was that the money had been given of
his own account and not taken from him.
The Countryman was condemned to be hanged. He was led off to the
gallows at once; but just as the rope was about to be put round his
neck he said--
"My Lord Judge, I cannot complain of the sentence passed upon me, since
my accuser swears that I robbed and ill-treated him, and I only ask to
have one favour granted me before I die."
"Anything excepting your life," was the answer.
"I do not ask my life, but only that you will order my fiddle to be
restored to me, and allow me to play once more upon it."
"No! no! for heaven's sake, no!" cried the Jew. "Don't let him have
that infernal fiddle, my Lord, or misfortune will come upon the whole
of us." But the judge said his word had been given; so he ordered the
fiddle to be given to the prisoner.
The Countryman no sooner had the instrument in his hands than he struck
up a dance, and at the very first note even the judge's feet began to
shuffle about as he sat in his chair, and as for the others they fairly
danced.
In vain the Jew caught hold of the clerk's desk, for his legs flew out
on either side; and as the height of his capers was checked they only
became the more frequent.
The judge's clerk, the officers of the court, the hangman, as well as
all the spectators, were dancing with all their might, and soon the
judge himself danced out of his chair into the midst of them.
At first all seemed good humour and enjoyment, and no one, excepting
the Jew, wished to check the general merriment; but as it went on there
were no bounds to the capers, and there were cries of pain, as one
alighted on another's toes, and cuffs and blows were exchanged as one
jostled the other.
The Jew, who had broken away from his hold of the desk, was the maddest
in his capers, and he shrieked for mercy; the others soon joining in
the cry, begged the player to leave off, but he fiddled away faster and
faster till the judge promised him a free pardon.
The Countryman said, "I already once earned the hundred pieces of gold,
and I deserve them now again for the dance I have played; so pray, my
Lord, order the money to be restored to me, or I must think that you
are not yet satisfied."
The judge then said the money should be given him; but the Countryman,
without leaving off playing, addressed all the other dancers thus, "You
all hear how handsomely his Lordship rewards me, and I expect that each
of you will show your gratitude, for the amusement I have afforded you,
by a present; each according to his means."
So anxious were all to put an end to the dance that every one offered
what he could afford, but the Countryman said, "I did not hear the
Jew's voice. Now, of him I have to request a full confession of how
he came by the hundred pieces of gold; and till he has made this
confession I must trouble you all to continue the dance."
All threatened the Jew with instant death if he did not confess; so the
rogue was forced to condemn himself by confessing that he stole the
hundred pieces of gold; for which he was punished with as many stripes,
when the dance was over.
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