Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1875-07-04
An IRISH FABLE.
The Fortunes Of the Bad and the Good
Sons.

Sons.
"An' 1t was once long ago, in the
ould country" said Mrs. Biddy, there
was Twin fine, clane, honest, poor
WILDLY woman, an she havin' two sons,
and she fetched the both Of them up
fine and careful, bat one Of them turn
ed out bad intirely. An one day she
says to him, says she:
I've given you your iven' as long
as liver l can, and its you must 90 out
into the wide worruld to sake your for
tune"
Mother, 1 will, says he.
can will ye take big cake Wild me
curse, or a little cake an me blessing?"
says she.
"'The big cake, shure, says he.
so she baked a big cake and cursed
him, and be wint away laughin'. By
an by he came forninst a spring In the
woods, ard sat down to ate his dinner
off his cake, and a small, little bird sat
on the edge Of the spring.
as Give me bit Of that cake for me
little ones il tie nest says she; and
he caught up a stone to throw at her.
live scarce enough for meself,'
says he; and sac bein fairy, put her
bake ii the spring and turned it black
as ink, and went away up In the trees.
And while be looked for her to kill her,
fox whit away wild his cake.
so 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 belonging to a
giant, and if the cows gets in his clover
he will kill you dead as a sthoae'
"But the bad son laughed and whit
away out to watch the cows; and be-
fore noontime he whit to Shape up in a
tree, and the COWS all whit in the clO-
yer, 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, she says 10 the good
son:
"'YoU must 90 out into this wide
wOrruld and sake your fortune, for 1
can kape you no longer, says she.
Mother, will, says be.
can Will you take big cake wild
me curse or q little cake wild me bless
ing?'
1.-THE little cake, says he.
so she baked it for him and gave
him her blessin' and be whit away, and
she a weepin' afther him foine and
loud. An 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.
"'Give me a bit Of your cakeen for
me little ones In the nest, says she.
az viii, says he, an he broke OF a
fOine piece, and she dipped her bake IN
the spring an toorned it into sweet
wine; an when he bit his cake, shure
an she had t0orued 1t into a fine plum
cake entirely, an be ate an drank an
wint on hight hearted. An mkt he
come to the farmers house.
."Win ye tind COWS for me?" says the
farmer.
"'I Will, says the good man.
De WISE says the farmer VIE,
'ior the clover field beyant is belongin'
to the giant, an if you leave IN the
cows he viii kill you dead"
Never fear" says the good son; i
don't slape az my wurruck.
And he goes out into the field and
lugs a 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. And out comes the giant a-roarin'
SO that you could hear the roars Of him
a mile away; and when ne finds the
cow boy, ne goes under the tree to
shake MIN down, but the good little
son slips out the big stone, and i fell
down and broke the giants head in
tirely. So the good son whit away to
the giants house, and II bein' full to
the caves Of gold and silver aud splen-
did things,
See what fine luck comes to folks
that Is good and honest. An he wint
home and fetch his old mother, an
they lived rich and continued, aud died
very old and RESPECTED"