The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1867-12-27
Translated from the SPANISH
The NecromancerS Ear.
A Warning to Vixen Wives.

Once upon time there was rich
merchant who had an only child, 8
son. He was brought up as carefully
as though he had been Kings son,
was as attentive to his studies as
though he had been intended fol-
priests orders and was yet a perfect
master in all knightly exercises. He
grew up a well-favored, we'll manner-
ed youth, with spirit and courage
equal to anything.
At last one day he told his father
his home had become too narrow foI
him, and he wished to go elsewhere.
'And where do you propose 60
ing?' inquired the father.
II want to- see the world" replied
the youth.
"Thou art like q grasshopper.
Jumping he knows not whither," de-
clared the merchant. "Thou to talk
of seeing the world, inexperienced
as thou art J!
ale who has learnt the arts may
travel in all parts" returned the
youth. And the father, who felt tina,
the birds feathers were grown, and
he must be let fly, suffered his son to
arm himself and mount his horse, and
then babe godspeed.
During three days he had wander.
ed over a wild rocky region, full Of
briers and brushwood, and at last
chanced to see a man who was lift
ing upon his shoulders burden suf.
ficient to load couple of wagons.
"Why, my good man," said the
cavalier, "you are more heavily la.
den than a sumpter mule. Who are
you p
81 am called Carguin Cargon, soc
of the strong porter" replied the
man.
"Would you like to come with
me?'
"Willingly, if your honor has as
much pleasure in taking me as
shall have in following you," replied
Carguin so a bargain was STRUCK
between them, and together they con
tinued their journey.
An hour afterward they fell upon
a man who was blowing with all his
might, his cheeks puffed out like balls
and sending forth more wind thar
the bellows of the great blacksmith
VuIcan- so famous of old times.
"What in the name of wonder are
YOU about ?" asked the cavalier.
"Please be SILENT" replied the
man; 81 must not leave off blow.
ing, for 1 have to turn forty five
mills with my BREATH"
"And what is your name p
"Soplin Soplon, son of the good
blower" replied the man.
slave you a mind to come with
me p
"Have 1 not?' replied Soplin, joy,
fully, "am [ not tired of blowing
three hundred and sixty-fiye days
every year p
A little further on they passed
man who appeared to be lying iI
ambush, stretched out at full length
upon the ground.
"What art thou doing2" inquired
the cavalier.
81 am listening, waiting till cal
hear a swarm of mosquitoes come
out from the sea-"
"Why, man the sea is q hundred
miles Off"
"What matter if l can hear, for al
that ?"
"And what is your manner"
"Oidin Oidon, son of the acut
hearer."
"Will you come with me ?"
"With all the pleasure in tn
world the mosquitoes may be trust
ed to announce their arrival them
selves"
So all four continued their journe.
lin loving companionship, and togeth
er came in sight of castle SO lionel.
in position, so gloomy and frown
ing in aspect, that it seemed NOR
fitting for sepulchre of the dea'
than abode of the living.
And as they approached nearer
the skies clouded over, and q storr
of thunder and lightning burst fort
accompanied byf showers SO tremen
ldous that every single drop SCENE
to make as much noise as toi
rent.
"Do not be alarmed my master,