_The Brownie._
There was once a farmer whose name was John Burdon, a kindly,
industrious man, who lived happily with his wife and children, in an
old house, where his father had lived before him.
His five children were thriving and merry, with no more quarrelling
than is usual amongst children, and altogether there was a quiet in the
old house, in spite of the games that were going on within. Of a sudden
all this changed, and every thing seemed to go wrong.
Whatever the game might be, one of the children was sure to be hurt. If
they were playing at ball, the ball would be sure to strike one or the
other on the nose or in the eye, on which a bellowing followed; or if
the game was puss-in-the-corner, or blind-man's-buff, two or more of
the children were certain to run their heads together, or tear their
clothes, so that the good dame, whose boast it had always been that
they never got into mischief, had now enough to do to repair the daily
damage.
The farmer, now hearing constant complaints, said some evil spirit must
have crept into the house; and he was right enough.
A brownie or goblin had taken up his abode there, and not finding the
quiet within which the outside promised, bestowed his ill-humour upon
the inmates, and daily invented some new scheme for tormenting the
children.
In one corner of the kitchen in which they generally played there was a
closet, where the brownie had located himself; and that he might watch
them, and see at what moment he could best torment them, he had thrust
out a knot that was in the closet door, thus making himself a little
window.
Now, it happened one day that the eldest boy had the shoe-horn in his
hand, and merely in play stuck it in the knot-hole, whence it was
immediately ejected, striking the boy on the head.
[Illustration: _The Brownie's revengeful Pranks._]
As often as this was repeated so often it darted out, such good aim
being taken that it invariably struck one of them on the head, and
generally the one who had put it there.
Though one always suffered, it was sport to the others, and therefore
the horn was frequently stuck in the hole, so that the brownie became
more and more irritated, not confining his pranks to the children, but
making the parents suffer in various ways.
There would be noises in the night, and things that were in daily use
would all at once be mislaid, and, after ever so much trouble and
worry, found in places where they had already been a dozen times looked
for. There could be no doubt this was the brownie's doing, and there
could be still less doubt when the chair was moved back, just at the
moment when one of the old couple was going to sit down, and he or she
went rolling on the floor, for then a laugh was heard proceeding from
the moved chair.
This trick was played them more particularly when they had anything
in their hands, such as a cup of tea, which would be emptied in the
falling one's face, and the laughing on such occasions was louder and
longer.
At length, unable to bear it, the farmer determined to leave a house
where there was no longer any comfort, and, if possible, to let it.
The last load of the furniture was being removed, and the Farmer,
following with his wife, said--
"I'm heavy at heart at leaving the old house, where, for years, we were
so happy, and perhaps we shall not find the new one half as convenient."
"The new one will not be half as convenient," was uttered in a strange,
squeaky voice, which seemed to be in an old tub at the back of the cart.
"Oh! oh! are you there?" cried the poor Farmer, "then we may as well
turn back."
"Yes! turn back," said the squeaky voice.
They did, in fact, turn back, and from that day peace was restored to
the house, for the brownie no longer tormented any of its inmates, nor,
indeed, gave any signs of being there, excepting by immediately darting
the shoe-horn out whenever it was put in the knot-hole.