Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1877-04-11
Two BOYS and Two Cakes.

AN it was once long ago, in the coun-
try" said Mrs Biddy, there was a Twin
fine, clane, honest, poor WILDLY woman, an
she havin' two SONS, and she fetched the
both of 'em up fine and careful, but one of
them turned out bad intirely. An one day,
says she to him, says she I've given you
your Twin as long as liver | can, and it's
you must 90 out into the wide worrud to
sake your fortune Mother, will, says he.
'An' will We take big cake wild me curse, or
little cake an me bessing2 p says she.
The big cake, shure,' says he So she
baked big cake and cursed him, and he
wint away laughin'. By.and-by he came
forninst spring, and sat down TO eat his
dinner off the cake, and a small, little bird
sat on the edge of the spring. Give me a
bit of cake for me little ones in the nest
says she and he caught upa stone to throw
at her. I've scarce enough for myself,
says he; and She bein' fairy, put her bake
in the spring and toorned it black as lux,
aud went away up in the trees. And while
he looked for to kill her, fox whit away
wild his cake. So he wint away from that
place very mad, an mkt day he stopped,
very hungry, at farmers house, and
hired out to tind the cows Be wise, says
the farmers wife, for the next field is be-
longin' to giant, and if the cows gets in
his clover, he will kill you dead as sthone.
But the bad son laughed and wint away
| out to watch the cows and before noontime
| he wint to Shape up i'll tree, and the COWS
| all went in the clover, an out comes the
| giant and shook him down out of the tree
an kilt 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 the worruld and
sake your fortune, for can kape you no
longer says she. Mother will says he.
. An will We take big cake wild me curse,
or a little cake wild me blessing 2 The
little cake says he. SO she baked it for
him and gave him her blessin', and he wint
away, an she a-wapin' aither 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 sat
again on the side of it. Give me a bit of yer
cakeen for me little ones in the nest, says
she. / will says he, an 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 a fine plum cake intirey; an he ate
and drank and wint on light-hearted. And
mkt he come to the farmers house. 'Wil
We tind cows for me 2 says the farmer. j
| VIII, says tne poou SOIL De WISE, says tne
farmers wife, for the clover field beyant is
belongin' to the giant, an if you lave in the
COWS he will kill you dead Never fear,
says the good son, Il don't Shape at INT
worruck.' And he goes out into the field
and Tugs big stone up in the tree, and thin
studs livery COW far out in the clover fields
aud goes back ag'in to the tree. And Out
comes the giant, a-roarin' so that you could
hear the roar of him mile away, aud whel
he finds the cowboy he goes under the tire,
TO shake him down, but the good little sol
slips out the big stone an it fell down anc
broke the giants head intirely. So the gooo
son wint runnin' away to the giants house
and it ben' full to the caves of gold and sill
yer and splendid Things See what foiu'
luck comes to folks that is good an honest
An he wint home and fetched his old mother
an they lived rich aud continued, and dice
very old and RESPECTED"