When the tailor saw them coming, he
got out of the coach with his wife, and he
sat down on the ground.
When the old white garraun saw the
tailor sitting down on the ground, he said,
"That's the position he had when he made
the hole for me, that I couldn't come up
out of, when I went down into it. I'll go
no nearer to him."
"No!" said the fox, "but that's the way
he was when he was making the thing for
me, and I'll go no nearer to him."
"No!" says the lion, "but that's the very
way he had, when he was making the plough
that I was caught in. I'll go no nearer
to him."
They all went from him then and
returned. The tailor and his wife came home
to Galway.
THE CASTLE OF FORTUNE[1]
[1] Adapted from the German of Der Faule und der Fleissige
by Robert Reinick.
One lovely summer morning, just as the
sun rose, two travelers started on a journey.
They were both strong young men, but one
was a lazy fellow and the other was a
worker.
As the first sunbeams came over the
hills, they shone on a great castle standing
on the heights, as far away as the eye
could see. It was a wonderful and beautiful
castle, all glistening towers that gleamed
like marble, and glancing windows that
shone like crystal. The two young men
looked at it eagerly, and longed to go
nearer.
Suddenly, out of the distance, something
like a great butterfly, of white and gold,
swept toward them.
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