“Do you know, dear, I think we ought to take one of our cows into town
and sell it; that’s what I think; for then we shall have some money in
hand, and such well to-do people as we ought to have ready money like
the rest of the world. As for the hundred dollars at the bottom of the
chest yonder, we can’t make a hole in them, and I’m sure I don’t know
what we want with more than one cow. Besides, we shall gain a little in
another way, for then I shall get off with only looking after one cow,
instead of having, as now, to feed and litter and water two.”
Well, Gudbrand thought his wife talked right good sense, so he set off
at once with the cow on his way to town to sell her; but when he got to
the town, there was no one who would buy his cow.
“Well! well! never mind,” said Gudbrand, “at the worst, I can only go
back home again with my cow. I’ve both stable and tether for her, I
should think, and the road is no farther out than in;” and with that he
began to toddle home with his cow.
But when he had gone a bit of the way, a man met him who had a horse to
sell, so Gudbrand thought ’twas better to have a horse than a cow, so he
swopped with the man. A little farther on, he met a man walking along,
and driving a fat pig before him, and he thought it better to have a fat
pig than a horse, so he swopped with the man. After that he went a
little farther, and a man met him with a goat; so he thought it better
to have a goat than a pig, and he swopped with the man that owned the
goat. Then he went on a good bit till he met a man who had a sheep, and
he swopped with him too, for he thought it always better to have a sheep
than a goat. After a while he met a man with a goose, and he swopped
away the sheep for the goose; and when he had walked a long, long time,
he met a man with a cock, and he swopped with him, for he thought in
this wise, “’Tis surely better to have a cock than a goose.” Then he
went on till the day was far spent, and he began to get very hungry, so
he sold the cock for a shilling, and bought food with the money, for,
thought Gudbrand on the Hill-side, “’Tis always better to save one’s
life than to have a cock.”
After that he went on home till he reached his nearest neighbour’s
house, where he turned in.
“Well,” said the owner of the house, “how did things go with you in
town?”
“Rather so so,” said Gudbrand; “I can’t praise my luck, nor do I blame
it either,” and with that he told the whole story from first to last.
“Ah!” said his friend, “you’ll get nicely called over the coals, that
one can see, when you get home to your wife. Heaven help you, I wouldn’t
stand in your shoes for something.”
“Well!” said Gudbrand on the Hill-side, “I think things might have gone
much worse with me; but now, whether I have done wrong or not, I have so
kind a goodwife, she never has a word to say against anything that I
do.”
“Oh!” answered his neighbour, “I hear what you say, but I don’t believe
it for all that.”
“Shall we lay a bet upon it?” asked Gudbrand on the Hill-side. “I have a
hundred dollars at the bottom of my chest at home; will you lay as many
against them?”
Yes! the friend was ready to bet; so Gudbrand stayed there till evening,
when it began to get dark, and then they went together to his house, and
the neighbour was to stand outside the door and listen, while the man
went in to see his wife.
“Good evening!” said Gudbrand on the Hill-side.
“Good evening!” said the goodwife. “Oh! is that you? now, God be
praised.”
Yes! it was he. So the wife asked how things had gone with him in town?
“Oh! only so so,” answered Gudbrand; “not much to brag of. When I got to
the town there was no one who would buy the cow, so you must know I
swopped it away for a horse.”
“For a horse!” said his wife; “well that is good of you; thanks with all
my heart. We are so well to do that we may drive to church, just as well
as other people; and if we choose to keep a horse we have a right to get
one, I should think. So run out, child, and put up the horse.”
“Ah!” said Gudbrand, “but you see I’ve not got the horse after all; for
when I got a bit farther on the road, I swopped it away for a pig.”
“Think of that, now!” said the wife; “you did just as I should have done
myself; a thousand thanks! Now I can have a bit of bacon in the house to
set before people when they come to see me, that I can. What do we want
with a horse? People would only say we had got so proud that we couldn’t
walk to church. Go out, child, and put up the pig in the stye.”
“But I’ve not got the pig either,” said Gudbrand; “for when I got a
little farther on, I swopped it away for a milch goat.”
“Bless us!” cried his wife, “how well you manage every thing! Now I
think it over, what should I do with a pig? People would only point at
us and say, ‘Yonder they eat up all they have got.’ No! now I have got a
goat, and I shall have milk and cheese, and keep the goat too. Run out,
child, and put up the goat.”
“Nay, but I haven’t got the goat either,” said Gudbrand, “for a little
farther on I swopped it away, and got a fine sheep instead.”
“You don’t say so!” cried his wife; “why you do everything to please me,
just as if I had been with you; what do we want with a goat? If I had it
I should lose half my time in climbing up the hills to get it down. No!
if I have a sheep, I shall have both wool and clothing, and fresh meat
in the house. Run out, child, and put up the sheep.”
“But I haven’t got the sheep any more than the rest,” said Gudbrand,
“for when I had gone a bit farther, I swopped it away for a goose.”
“Thank you! thank you! with all my heart,” cried his wife; “what should
I do with a sheep? I have no spinning-wheel, nor carding-comb, nor
should I care to worry myself with cutting, and shaping, and sewing
clothes. We can buy clothes now, as we have always done; and now I shall
have roast goose, which I have longed for so often; and, besides, down
to stuff my little pillow with. Run out, child, and put up the goose.”
“Ah!” said Gudbrand, “but I haven’t the goose either; for when I had
gone a bit farther I swopped it away for a cock.”
“Dear me!” cried his wife, “how you think of everything! just as I
should have done myself. A cock! think of that! why it’s as good as an
eight-day clock, for every morning the cock crows at four o’clock, and
we shall be able to stir our stumps in good time. What should we do with
a goose? I don’t know how to cook it; and as for my pillow, I can stuff
it with cotton-grass. Run out, child, and put up the cock.”
“But, after all, I haven’t got the cock,” said Gudbrand; “for when I had
gone a bit farther, I got as hungry as a hunter, so I was forced to sell
the cock for a shilling, for fear I should starve.”
“Now, God be praised that you did so!” cried his wife; “whatever you do,
you do it always just after my own heart. What should we do with the
cock? We are our own masters, I should think, and can lie a-bed in the
morning as long as we like. Heaven be thanked that I have got you safe
back again; you who do everything so well that I want neither cock nor
goose; neither pigs nor kine.”