Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-07-15

away your good fortune in this manner p
What good will it do you and your poor
mother, if you dance ever so well. But you
have one wish more, see that you are more
reasonable"
Peter put his finger behind his ear, and
after short pause said, "Now / wish for
the best and richest glass factory in the
Black Forest, with all that belongs to it, and
money enough to carry on the work"
Nothing more 2" said the little man
with an anxious look, "nothing more, Pc
ter p
Moor you may add horse and lit
tie wagon"
ooh you stupid goldman, Peter Munk, i"
cried the little man. Horse, wagon? I'm
Outstanding, tell you, understanding, wis
dom, reason, you should have wished for
these but not for horses and wagons but
cheer up, be not so sad, we shall see, and it
is your own fault if you do not do we'll
the second wish was on the whole not fool
ish one. A good glass factory nourishes
both man and master, and if you had wis
dom and understanding to go on with it, the
horses and wagons would have come OF
themselves"
The good spirit then furnished Peter with
money to buy good glass factory, and he
was soon established in it. He for time
paid attention to his business, and spent his
days in overseeing his workmen, and mana
cling his affairs, but he went in the evenings
to the tavern and spent his time in card-play-
ing and dancing BY degrees he became less
attentive to his affairs and spent more time
In his amusements, and his workmen find
ing their master inattentive, became so too,
and the works were neglected and became
Improbable. Peter grew lazy, he got into
debt and did not attend to his affairs, and
one night he continued at the gambling ta-
bic with Fat Ezekiel and some other wild
fellows, and they played till Ezekiels pock-
cts were empty, and Peter found to his dis
may on putting his hand in his pocket, which
till now had been always full, that it was
empty, for his foolish wish had been that he
might always have as much money as fat
Ezekiel, so when it came his turn to pay he
had no money. The people thought he meant
to cheat them when he refused to pay, and
they turned him out of doors, and he went
away sad and sorrowful.
He then remembered how little he had
attended to his affairs, that he owed great
deal of money, that if he had not been too
lazy to see to it, he might long since have
paid-and with his empty pockets what was
he to do.
On Monday morning when Peter went to
his glass-house, not only were his workmen
there, but other people whom no one likes
to see, and these were the sheriff and three
officers of justice The sheriff wished Pc
ter good morning, asked him how he had
slept, and then drew out a long record sign
ed by Peters creditors. Can you pay or
not" said the sheriff with stern look "you
must make short work of it, for | have not
much time to lose, and it is full three o'clock
by the church tower.
Poor Peter stammered out that he had
nothing more, and he left it to the sheriff to
set price on house and court, hut and sta
BILE, horse and wagon, and while the sheriff
and the officers were busy in examining and
apprasing, he thought within himself, it is
not far to the pine forest where Dutch Mi
chael lives, l will go and ask for his help,
for / do not dare to call upon the little glass
man when have SO abused his kindness
Peter ran, and ran as if the sheriff and his
officers were behind him.
When he had passed the place where he
had before met the little glass-man, he felt
himself held back as if by an invisible hand,
but he broke away from it and ran to the
borders of the giants dominions There he
stopped, out of breath, and called, Clutch
Michael, master Dutch Michael" which he
had no sooner done than the giant stood be-
fore him with his staff in his hand.
Have you come" said the latter, laugh
ing, "haye your creditors taken off your
skin, and would they now sell you? But
be not afraid, your whole trouble comes
from this little glass-man, who pretends to
be so very good. If one gives thing, he
ought to give it in earnest, and not like this
little miser Follow me into my house, and
we will then see if we can make bargain. "
A bargain" thought Peter "what can
he desire of me, what can do for him p
Can | do any service, or what does he want %
They went first through rugged mountain
path, and came all at once to dark, deep,
narrow valley. Dutch Michael sprang down
the rocks, as if it had been smooth mar
BILE staircase. But Peter almost swooned
with fear, for as soon as the giant reached
the bottom he grew as large as a church
tower, and reached up to him with his arm,
and cried out with voice which sounded
from the depths like a death bell, 4" Sit down
upon my hand and take hold of my fingers
and you will not fall. Peter obeyed him
trembling, placed himself on his hand, and
held fast by the giants thumb. He went
down, farther and farther, but still to Peters
establishment it did not grow any darker
on the contrary the daylight appeared SC
much the more brilliant in the ravine that
his eyes could not long bear the light
Dutch Michael had become smaller as Peter
descended, and stood now in his own size
before his house, which was as small and as
neat as that of any rich farmer of the Black
Forest might be. The parlor into which
Peter was led, was in no respect different
from the parlors of other people, except that
it appeared solitary.
The wooden clock on the wall, the large
open fireplace, the broad benches, the arti.
Giles on the mantel-piece, were here Just as
in common rooms. Michael pointed to a
seat behind large table, and went out OF
the room. He soon returned bringing a
pitcher of wine and glasses. He filled the
glasses and they then began to talk, and
Dutch Michael told stories of the pleasures
of the world, of strange countries, of fine
cities and rivers, so that Peter at last felt