Year: 1859

Once on a time, there was a man so surly


and cross, he never thought his wife did any


thing right in the house So one evening in


hay-InakiRg time he came home scolding and
swearing, showing his teeth and making a
dust.


. Dear love, don't be so angry; there's a


good man." said his goody tomorrow let's


change our work. I'll go out with the NOW


ers and NOW, and you shall mind the house ut
home.''


Yes! the husband thought that would do
very well. He was quite willing. So early


next morning, his goody took scythe over
her neck and went out into the hay field with


the mowers, and began to NOV, bit the man


was to mind the house, and to do the work at
home. First of all he wanted to churn the
butter but when he had churned while, he
got thirsty and went down to the cellar to tap


barrel of ale. So, just when he had knock


ed in the bung and was putting the tap into


the casl1 he heard overhead the pig come into
the kitchen. Then off he ran up the cellar
steps with the tap in his hand, as fast as he
could, to look after the pig, lest it should up
set the churn but when he got up aud saw
the pig had already knocked the churn over


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the cream, which was running all ever the
floor, he was so wild with rage that he quite
forgot the ale barrel, and ran after the pig as


hard as he could. He caught it. just as it ran
out of doors, and gave it such a kick that pig


gy lay for dead on the spot. Then all at once
he remembered he had the tap in his hand !;


but when he got down to the cellar, every drop
of ale had run out of the cask. Then he went


to the dairy and found enough cream to fill the
churn again. and so he began to churn, for butter
they must have at dinner. When he had


churncd bit, he remembered that their milk


ing COW was still shut up in the barn. and
hadn't a bit to eat or a drop to drink
all the morning, though the sun was high


Then all at once, he thought, twas too far to
take her down to the meadow, so he'd just get
her on the house top-for the house you must
know, was thatched with sods, and fine crop
of grass was growing there. Now their house
lay close against steep down, and he thought
if he had laid plank across to the thatch at
the back, he'd easily get the COW up. But
still he couldn't leave the churn for there was


his little babe crawling about on the floor, and
s'if leave it, he thought 1.-The child is to


upset it SO he took the churn on his back


and went out with it but then he thought
he'd better first wafer the before he turn
ed her out on the thatch. so he took up the


bucket to draw water out of the well, but as
he stopped down at the wells brink. all the


cream ran out of the churn over his shoulders


and so down into the well. Now it was near
dinner time. and he hadn't even got the butter
vet so he thought he'd best boil the porridge


Ill Al


the fire. When hA had done that, he thought
| the cow might perhaps fall off tilc thatch and
break her legs or neck. So he got up on tn,


house to tes-af,.- -Qao-es.d eG- eAa -ho


made fast to the cows neck, the other he slip
ped down the chimney and tied around his
own thigh, and he had to make haste, for the
water now began to boil in the pot, and he
had still to grind the oatmeal. So he began
to grind away but while he was hard at it


down fell the COW off the house top after all,


and as she fell, she dragged the man up the


chimney by the rope. There he stuck fast ;


and as for the cow, she hung half way down
| the WALL swinging between heaven and earth
| for she could neither get down nor up. And


now the goody had waited seven lengths and
seven bredths for her husband to come and call
! her home to dinner. but never a call they had


At last she thoughd she'd waited long enough
and went home.


When she got there she saw the COW hang


ing in such ug'y place she ran up and cut
! the rope with her scythe. But she did


this down came her husband out of the chin


ncv and SO when his old dame came il side
!. the kitchen, there she found him standing on
! his head i'll the porridge pot.-Ddscnt's Tales
! from the Morse.