صفحة 21 من 626

'I will give you my horse, and you shall give me the silver;

which will save you a great deal of trouble in carrying such a

heavy load about with you.' 'With all my heart,' said Hans: 'but

as you are so kind to me, I must tell you one thing--you will

have a weary task to draw that silver about with you.' However,

the horseman got off, took the silver, helped Hans up, gave him

the bridle into one hand and the whip into the other, and said,

'When you want to go very fast, smack your lips loudly together,

and cry "Jip!"'

Hans was delighted as he sat on the horse, drew himself up,

squared his elbows, turned out his toes, cracked his whip, and

rode merrily off, one minute whistling a merry tune, and another

singing,

'No care and no sorrow, A fig for the morrow! We'll laugh and be

merry, Sing neigh down derry!'