Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-07-28
From st. Nicholas.
ga Bad Son and the Good Son."
BY SARAH o. JEWETT.

OulQ country, Sa1u Mrs. b1QOys 'Gnoro
was livin' fine, clane, honest, poor
wildly woman, an she havin' two sons,
an she fetched the both of 'em up fine
and careful, but one of 'em turned out
bad entirely, An one day says she to
him, says she:
eve given you your livin' as long as
liver can, and it's you must go out
into the wide worruld to sake your
fortune"
ssMother, WILL" says he.
can will We take a big cake wild me
curse, or a little cake an me blessing 2"
says she;
So she baked big cake and cursed
him, and he whit away laughin'. By
and by he came forninst 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.
''Give me a bit of that cake for me lit
tie ones in the nest," said she; and he
caught up stone to throw at her.
GIVE scarce enough for meself," says
he; and she bein' fairy, put her bake
in the spring and toorned it black as
ink, and whit away up In the trees.
a fox whit away wild his cake.
So he whit away from that place very
mad, an mkt day he stopped, very hun
cry, at farmers house, and hired out
for to tind the COWS.
'sBe WISE" says the farmers wife,
'sfor the next field is belongin' to a
giant, and if the COWS gets in his clover
he will kill you dead as sthone."
But the bad son laughed and whit
away out to watch the COWS; and before
the noon-t time he whit to shape up in a
tree, and the COWS all whit in the clover,
an out comes the giant and shook him
down out of the tree an killed him dead,
and that was the ind of the bad son.
And by the next year the poor wildly
woman, saga she to the good son:
eye must go cut into the wide
worruld and sake your fortune, for /
can kape you no longer" says she.
ssMother, WILL" says he.
can will We take big cake wild me
curse, or a little cake wild me blessing 2"
sThe little cake" says he.
So she baked it for him and gave her
a-weepin' afther him foine and loud.
An by and by he came to the same
spring in the woods where the bad son
was before him, and the small, little
bird again sat on the side of it.
''Give me bit of yer cakeen for me
little ones in the nest, says she.
81 WILL" says he, an he broke off a
foine piece, and she dipped her bake in
the spring and toorned it into sweet
wine; and when he bit his cake, shure
an she had toorned it into fine plum
cake intirely; an he ate and drank and
whit on Ighthearted. And mkt he
comes to the farmers house.
8" Will ye tind the COWS forme?" says
the farmer.
CT WILL" says the good son.
"Be wise," says the farmers wife,
" for the clover field beyant is belong
ing to the gland, an if ye lave in the
cows he will Kill you dead y
"Never fear y says the good son;
"I don't slape at me worruk."
And he goes out in the field and
Tugs big stone up in the tree, and thin
sinds livery cow far out in the clover
fields and goes back ag'in to the tree.
An out comes the giant roarin' so you
could hear the roars of him mile away;
duu WuOu he uuuS GuS COW-UOy uo SOeS
under the tree to shake him down, but
the good little son slips out the big
stone, an it fell down and broke the
giants head entirely. So the good son
whit running away to the giants house,
and it bein' full to the caves of gold AMI
diamonds and splindid things
See what fine luck comes to folks
that is good and honest An he whit
home and fetched his old mother, an
they lived rich an continted, and died
very old and RESPECTED.