The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1875-07-30
AN IRISH FABLE.
The Fortunes of the Bad and the Good
Sons.

1 AN lhlSh II n ADALs
The Fortunes of the Bad and the Goo,
Sons.
cam it was. once long ago, in tn,
ould country" said Mrs. Biddy, "ther,
was livin' a fine, clane, honest, poo
wildly woman, an she havin' two sons
and she fetched the both of them NJ
fine and careful, but one of them turned
out bad intirely. An one day she say
to him, says she:
| Give given you your liven' as long
as iver I can, and it's you must go on
into the wide worruld to sake your for
tune.
"Mother, will, says he.
can will ye take a big cake wild me
curse, or little cake an me blessing p
says She
"'The big cake, shure, says he.
$50 she baked big cake and cursed
him, and he wint away laughin'. By
an by he came forninst a spring in the
woods, and sat down to ate his dinner
off his cake, and a small, little bird sat
on the edge of the spring.
"sGive me a bit of that cake for me
little ones in the nest says she; and
he caught up a stone to throw at her.
"'Tve scarce enough for meself, says
he and she bein fairy, put her bake
III the spring and turned it black as ink,
ard went away up in the trees. And
while he looked for her to kill her, a fox
wint away wild bis cake.
$50 he wint away from that place
very mad, an mkt day he stopped, very
hungry, at a farmers house, and hired
out to tind the COWS.
Pc tho oTsT,onrSc rryIfo
'for the next field is belonging to a
he will kill you dead as sthone.'
"But the bad son laughed and wirt
away out to watch the COWS; and before
noOntime he wint to slape up in tree,
and the COWS all wint 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.
"' Mother, will, says he.
"'An' will you take a big cake wild
me curse, or a little cake wild me bless
ing?'
"'The little cake says he.
$50 she baked it for him and gave
him her blessin' and he went 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 eff
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 a fine plum
cake entirely, an he ate an drank an
wint on ight-hearted. An mkt he
come to the farmers house.
"Will ye tind COWS for me ?" says
the farmer.
"'I 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 = says the good son
Il don't slape at 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-roariL'
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. Ebut the good little
son slips out the big stone, and it fell
down and broke the giants head in
tirely. So the good son wint away to
the giants house, and it bein' full to
the caves of gold and silver and 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 continted, and died
very old and rispicted."