Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1875-07-02
" THE BAD SON AND THE GOOD SON. .

, CAM it was once, long ago, in the oul
counthry,' said Mrs. Biddy, ''there wa
livin' a fine, clane, honest, poor widd
woman, an she havin' two sons, AN sh
fetched the both Of 'em up fine an careful
but on Of 'em turned out bad intirely. An
one day says she to him, says she:
"'I've given you your livin' as long a
liver can, and it's you must go out int
the wide worruld to sake your fortune
Mother, I will, says he.
cam will We take a big cake wild mt
curse, or little cake an me blessing?
says she.
"'The big cake, shure, says he
$50 she baked a big cake and cursed him
and he whit away laughin'. By and by he
came forninst a spring in the woods, and
sat down to ate his dinner off the cake
and small, little bird sat on the edge OF
the spring.
"sGive me bit of that cake for me lit
tie ones in the nest,' says she; and he
caught up stone to throw at her.
"I;ve scarse enough for meself, says he;
and she bein' a fairy, put her bake in the
spring and toorned it black as ink. and
whit up in the trees And whites he look
ed for her to kill her, fox whit away wild
his cake.
$50 he whit away from that place very
mad, an mkt day he stopped, very hungry,
at a farmers house, and hired out to tind
the cows.
"'Be wise,' says the farmers wife, for
the next field is belongin' to a giant, and
if the cows gets in his clover he will kill
you, dead as shtone.'
''But the bad son laughed and whit
away to watch the COWS; and before the
noon-time he whit to Shape UP in tree,
an the cows all whit in the clover, an
out comes the giant and shook him down
out of the tree an killed him dead. an
that was the ind of the bad son.
can by the next year the poor WILDLY
Woman says she to the good son:
ssYe must go out into the wide worruld
no longer
2" Mother, L will, says he.
s'An' will ye take a big cake wild me
curse, OF little cake wild me blessing?'
''sThe little cake,'' says he.
$50 she baked it for him and gave him
her blessin', and he whit away, an she d
weepin' afther him foine and loud. AM
by an by he came to the same spring in
the woods where the bad son was before
him, and the small, little bird sat again on
the side of it.
"sGive me bit of yer cakeen for me
little ones in the nest, says she.
"'I will, says he, an he broke her off a
foine piece, and she dipped her bake in the
spring and toorned it into sweet wine;
an when he bit his cake, shure an she had
toorned it into a fine plum-cake intirely;
an he ate and drank an whit on light
hearted. AM MKT he comes to the far
mer's house.
''sWill ye tind COWS for me?' says the
farmer.
81 WILL says the good son.
"'Be wise,' says the farmers wife, for
the clover-feld beyant is belongin' to the
giant, an if ye lave in the COWS he will
kill you dead.'
"'Never fear' says the good son; L don't
Shape at me worruk'
cam he goes out into the field an Tugs
4 big stone up in the tree, an thin sinds
livery COW far out in the clover-felds an
goes back ag'in to the tree. An out comes
the giant a-roarin' so you could hear the
roar Of him mile away; an when he finds
the cowboy, he goes under the tree to
shake him down, but the good little son
slips out the big stone, an it fell down an
broke the giants head intirely. So the
good son whit runnin' away to the giants
house, an it bein' full to the caves of gold
an diamonds an splindid things!
s'See what fine luck comes to folks that
J is good an honest! An he whit home an
fetched his old mother, an they lived rich
an continued, an died very old and rispict-
ed. "-Sarah 0. Jeaoett, m st. Nicholas for
July.