The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-07-31
AN IRISH FABLE:

| AN IRISH FABLE:
The Fortunes of the Bad and the Goo
| Sons.
can it was once long ago, in tn
ould country" said Mrs. Biddy, Their
wildly woman, an she havin' two sons
and she fetched the both Of them ii
fine and careful, bta ore OF them surne'
out bad intirely. An one day she say
to him, says she:
Give given you your iven' as lonl
as liver can, and its you must go on
into the wide worruld to sake your for
| tune"
"sMother, will, says he.
| can will We take a big cake wild M
| curse, or little cake an me blessing ?
says she.
"sThe big cake, shure, says he.
$50 she baked big cake and curset
him, and he whit away lauRhin'. By
! an by he came forninst spring in thu
woods, and sat down to ate his dinner
off his cake, and a small, little bird sal
| on the edge of the spring.
"'Give me bit of that cake for me-
little ones in the nest, says she; and
he caught up stone to threw at her.
"I've scarce enough for meself, sayt
he ; and she bein q fairy, put her bake
in the spring and turned it black as ink,
ard went away up in til, trees. And
while he looked for her to kill her, q fox
whit away wild bis cake.
ESQ he whit away from that place
very mad. an mkt day he stopped, very
hungry, at a farmers house, and hired
ont to tind the cows.
BE wise,' says the farmers wife,
'for the next field is belonging to q
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
noontime he whit to Shape mp in 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, she says to the good son:
"You must go out into this wide
worruld and sake your fortune, fer I
can kape you no longer, says she.
"t Mother, will, says he.
"'An' will you take big cake wild
me curse, or little cake wild me bless
ing?'
"'The little cake, says he.
ESQ she baked it for him and gave
him her blessin' and he won't away, and
she 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 bit of your cakeen for
me little ones in the nest, says she.
"'I will, says he, an he broke off q
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 toorned it into fine plum
cake entirely, an he ate an drank an
whit on light-hearted. An mkt he
come to the farmers house.
evil We tind COWS for me ?" says
the farmer.
eel WILL says the good man.
"'Be wise, says the farmers wife,
for the clover field beyant is belongin'
to the giant. an if you leave in the
cows he will kill you dead"
"'Never fear 7 says the good son i;
Il dent Shape at my wurruck.'
"And he goes out into the field and
Jugs 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. ana out comes tno giant a-rOar1L
SO that you could hear the roars of him
a mile away; and when he finds the
CIV boy, he goes under the tree to
shake him down, ybut the good little
son slips out the big stone, and it fell
down and broke the giants head in
tirely. SO the good son whit away to
the giants house, and it bein' full to
the ear of gold and silver and splen-
did tn 81
"S what fine luck comes to folks
that 10 good and honest An he whit
home and fetch his old mother, an
they lived rich and continted, and died
very old and rispicted"