Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1857-07-31

and came to my rescue. 1t was Chris
tlan the blacksmith, who had the wore
in that quarter of the house. and wher
he ceased speaking. repeated roars o.
mirth followed.
III just go out and hear some of tht
smiths stories ! cried as ran cut. lcav
ing the proprietor behind in the p,rle,
with the dull candles and his drows,
current of thought.
'Children's pratc and lying stories,
growlcd the proprietor as shu, the door
People Of intelligence should be aSh.m
cd to listen to them; but well mean,
patriotic expressions The rest wa.
lost upon me.
Light. and life. and mifth strcamed
forth in the high anil airy hall on thu
hearth blazed pile of logs. which threw
n strong light into the iurthest nook
In the chimney corner sat enthroned the
honsekceper with her spinning wheel
and though for many years she had had
hard struggles with the rheumatism, and
oarricaded the enemy out with a multi
tude o. undcrcoats and kirtlcs. throwinn
over all, a. an outwork, a huge gray
woollen wrapper,yet her facc shone under
her plated cap like the full moon
At her feet i1y the proprie'or's children
Ia CHING an cracking nus; while rom
nno1t So 4 cjrcl Of maiis and work
mn WIVES. who tro,!e their spinnn,
wheels With busy feet, or piled the noisy
cardin: comb. In the eatranse the
thrcshers shook off the sHow from tn .ir
feet. and stepping in with jcicias in their
hair. sat d9wn at tha long table. whc,c
the cook serted them mp ,h,ir lppcr-
"A bowl of milk anil dish OF close.
pressed pnrridIe Against the hi-,A
chimney piece lcant the smith, VITO smck
ed tobacco from short pipe. and wh lse
face. white it showed traces Of the
smithy, bore m expression of dry hu-
NOR. which showed ,ha, he had been tell
Ing good story, ami telling it well
Good afternoon. Smith. said |; "wbat
story have YOU boon Ilias which aroused
so much laughter =
'ia, hlf shou'cl the boys, Chris.
tjaa has been telling US all about the
Devil and the Smith, and how The
smith got the feai into hazel nut; aud
aud now he's gong TO tell w about the
Master Tnief, and how he won tn
Squire daa shter
Well, don't let me stop the story
Smith, replied. only too glad to escape
for while from the proprietor with has
Patriotic Expressions, his Corn Laws
and Free Trade, his Circulating M~lt-
ums an Bareluoraccs. and to refr n
myself with hearing on Of those ol |
national tales, told in a simple, childish
way by one Of the people.
So. after ono or two long drawn puHs,
the smith began.
TIE MASTER THIEF.
Orce upon time there was poor
Gotta ,er, who had three s9ns. He had
nothing to lca,c them when he died and
no money with which 10 put them to any
trade, 50 that he dit. not know wha; TO
make Of them At last he said h.
would give them leave to take to any
thing each IKE best, aud to go with
ersoever they liked. and he would e,
with them bit Of the way; and 50 he
did. He went with them till they came
to place where three roads met. and
there each OF them choSs 70 ii, AMI
their father bale tham good bye. ani wonr
back home. have never helri tell WI t
becam, Of the two dr.; but as f1r tn
Youngest, h went far and long, hr W Mt
both far and long, as YOU ~htll hoax
So il fell out one night as he was 20
ing through grea, wood ths' bad
weather overlook him. /, blew and
drizz Ell so that he could scarcely kc p
his eyes open; and in a trice, before h
knew how i, was, he got 5ewildered, AMI
could not find either road oi path But
as he went on and on. a, las, ne saw a
glimmerin, of light far, far off in tn"
wood. So he thought he would try N |
,et to the l.ght; and after time h ii I
re,ch it. There It was in lar e
nous,, AMI the FIRE Vas Vain; 30 bright
ly insila, that hc rplld tel The folk hal
not vet gone to bsd 50 he went in AMI
saw an old dame bnStlns about AMI
mindinr the house,
Good evening. said the youth
Good evening said the oil lam.
.Hutetn = il such foul weather out OF
doors tonight, said he.
SO it is. said she.
.C.n get leave u have bel ant
shelter here tonight = asked the youth.
You'll get M good by sleeping here,
said the old d ,me; for if the folk come
and find you here, they'll kill both you
and me-
.Wha, sort of folk, then, are they who
live here asked the youth.
oh, robbers, And such bad lot OF
them too said the old dame. They
stole me away when was little, and
have kept me as their housekeeper ever
since
We'll, for all that, think I'll just 60
to bed. said the youth. Come wha'
NAV, I'll not stir out at night in suct
bad weather. f.
Very we'll, said the old dame; 'but II
you stay it will only be the worse io'
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