"Now it fell out there was a rich young la.s.s who had married our clerk"s next-door neighbour. There he crept in and out, and soon got good friends with the husband, and better friends still with his wife. When the husband was at home all went well between them, but as soon as he was away at the mill, or in the wood, or at floating timber, or at a meeting, the goody sent word to the clerk, and then the two spent the day in revelling and mirth. There was no one who found this out, before the ploughboy got wind of it, and he thought he would just speak of it to his master; but, somehow or other, he couldn"t find a fitting time till one day when they were together in the outfield gathering leaves for litter. There they chatted this and that about la.s.ses and wives, and the master thought he had made a lucky hit in marrying such a rich and pretty wife, and he said as much outright.
""Thank G.o.d, she is both good and clever."
""Aye, aye," said the lad; "every man is welcome to believe what he likes, but if you knew her as well as I do, you wouldn"t say such words at random. Pretty women are like wind in warm summer weather.
"And love is such that, w.i.l.l.y, nilly, It takes up with a clerk as well as a lily."
""What"s that you say?" said the man.
""I have long thought I would tell you that there"s a black bull that walks hoof to hoof and horn to horn with that milk-white cow in your mead, master--that"s what I wanted to say."
""One can say much in a summer day," said the man; "but I can"t understand what this points to."
""Is it so?" said the lad. "Well, I have long thought of telling you that our clerk is often and ever in our house with the mistress, and how they lived as though there was a bridal every day, while we scarce get so much as the leavings of their good cheer."
""He who will ever taste and try, Will burn his fingers in the pie,"
said his master. "I don"t believe a word of what you say."
""It"s a strange ear that will never hear," said the lad; "but seeing is believing, and if you will listen to me, I"m ready to wager ten dollars that you shall soon have the proof in your own hands."
""Done," said the master; "he would bet ten dollars; nay, for that matter, he would bet horse and farm, and a hundred dollars into the bargain."
"Well, that wager was to stand. "But an old fox is hard to hunt," said the lad, and so his master must say and do all that his ploughboy wished. When they got home he was to say they must set off for the river and land timber, and his wife must put up some food for them in hot haste; it was best to look out while the weather was fine, it might turn to storm in a trice. Yes! That was what the husband said, and the food was ready to the minute. The lad put the horses to the timber drags, and off they went, but no farther than half a mile; there they put the horses up at a farm, and turned in themselves. As the night came on they went back, and when they got home, the door was locked fast.
""Now we have him," said the lad; "it"s hard to keep off the field to which one is wont."
"So they went by the back way from the garden, and so through a trap-door in the cellar into the kitchen. Then they struck a light and went into the parlour, and saw what they saw. Well! our clerk had eaten so well that he lay snoring with his mouth open and his nose in the air; as for the goody, she was not awake either.
""Now you see I was right; seeing is believing, master," said the lad.
""May I never speak the truth again," said the man, "if I would have believed ten men telling it."
""Hush, be still," said the lad, and took him out again.
""Man"s law is not land"s law," said the lad; "but even a bear can be tamed if you know how to deal with him. Have you any lead, master?
"Yes! He had, he was sure, more than seventy bullets in his pouch. Then it was all right. They took a sauce-pan, and melted the lead on the spot, and ran it down our clerk"s throat.
""Every man has his own taste," said the lad, "and that"s why all meat is eaten," as he heard the molten lead bubbling and frizzling in our clerk"s throat.
"Then they went out by the way they got in, and began to knock and thunder at the front door. The wife woke up and asked who was there.
""It is I, open the door, I say," said the husband.
"Then she gave our clerk a nudge in the ribs. "It is the master; the master is back," she said. But no! he did not mind her, and never so much as stirred. Then she put her knees to his side, and tumbled him on to the floor, and jumped up and took him by the legs, and dragged him to the heap of wood behind the stove, and there she hid him. Till she had done that she had no time to open the door to her husband.
""Were you gone after christening water, that you were gone so long?"
asked the man.
""Oh!" she answered; "I dozed off again to sleep, and I did not think it could ever be you either."
""Well!" said her husband; "now you must bring out some food, for me and the boy, we are a"most starved."
""I"ve got no food ready," said the goody. "How can you think of such a thing? I never thought you would be back either to-day or to-morrow. Why you know you were to go to the river to land timber."
""One can"t hang a hungry man up on the wall like a clock," said the lad; "and self-help is the best help; shall I bring in the food we packed up, master."
"Yes; they did that, and they sat down to eat out of the knapsack; but when they got up to put a log or two on the fire, there lay our clerk among the pile of wood.
""Why who in the world is this?" asked the man.
""Oh! oh! It"s only a beggar man who came here so late and begged for house-room; he was quite content if he might only lie among the firewood," said the goody.
""A pretty beggar," said the man; "why he has got silver buckles to his shoes, and silver b.u.t.tons at his knees."
""All are not beggars who are tattered and torn," said the lad; "but I"m blessed if this isn"t our parish clerk."
""What was he doing here, mistress," asked her husband, who all the while kept on pulling and kicking at him. But our clerk never so much as stirred or lifted a finger, There stood the goody fumbling and stammering, and not knowing what to say. All she could do was to bite her thumb.
""I see it in your face, what you have done, mistress," said her husband. "But life is hard to lose, and, after all, he was our parish clerk. If I did what was right, I should send off at once for the sheriff."
""Heaven help us," said his wife; "only get our clerk out of the way."
""This is your matter, and not mine," said the man. "I never asked him hither, nor sent for him; but if you can get any one to help you to get rid of him, I won"t stand in your way."
"Then she took the lad on one side, and said,--
""I"ve laid up some woollen stuff for my husband, but I"ll give it to you for clothes, if you"ll only get our clerk buried, so that he shall never be seen or heard of again."
""There"s no saying what one can do till one tries. If we drive in the frost, we shall find it slippery, to our cost. Have you ropes and cord, master? if so, I"ll see if I can"t cure this."
"Well! he got our clerk fast in a slipknot, threw him on his back, caught up his hat as well, and away he went. But he hadn"t gone far along the path in the meadow when he met some horses; so he caught one of these, and tied and bound our clerk fast on his back. He put his hat, too, on his head, and his hand down on his thigh, and there he sat upright, and jogged up and down just as a man on horseback.
""One may kill trolls at any time of night," said the lad, when he got home; "who can say when a man is "fey." But he will never rise up who is safe buried under ground, and the c.o.c.k that is slain crows never again."
"Now, whether all this were true or no, there was a way from the meadow across the fields to a barn, and along it they had carted hay, and dropped it as they went along; so the horse went that way, picking up the hay as he went, and out in that barn were two men watching for thieves who used to steal the hay, for it had been a bad year for fodder.
""Here comes the thief," they said, when they heard the horse"s hoofs; "now we shall catch him."
""Who"s there," they called out, so that it rang against the hillside.
No! there was no answer, the horse paid little heed, and our clerk less.
""If you don"t answer I"ll send a bullet through your brains, you horse-thief," they both called out, and then off went the gun, at which the horse gave such a sudden jump, that our clerk gave a bob, and fell b.u.mp on the ground.
""I think," said one of the watchers, as he jumped up to look, "I think you"ve shot him dead as mutton;" and then, when he saw who it was, "Oh Lord!" he said, "if it ain"t our parish clerk. You ought to have aimed at his legs, and not killed him outright."
""What"s done is done, and can"t be helped," said the other. "Least said soonest mended. We must keep our ears close, and bury him for a little while among the hay in the barn."