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that a man who was forced to look after his ass himself, could not
have much to spend. But when the stranger put his hand in his
pocket and brought out two gold pieces, and said he was to
provide something good for him, the host opened his eyes wide, and
ran and sought out the best he could muster. After dinner the
guest asked what he owed. The host did
not see why he should not double the reckoning, and said the
apprentice must give two more gold pieces. He felt in his pocket,
but his gold was just at an end. Wait an instant, sir host, said
he, I will go and fetch some money. But he took the table-cloth
with him. The host could not imagine what this could mean, and
being curious, stole after him, and as the guest bolted the stable
door, he peeped through a hole left by a knot in the wood. The
stranger spread out the cloth under the animal and cried,
bricklebrit, and immediately the beast began to let gold pieces fall
from back and front, so that it fairly rained down money on the
ground. Eh, my word, said the host, ducats are quickly coined
there. A purse like that is not to be sniffed at. The guest
paid his score, and went to bed, but in the night the host stole
down into the stable, led away the master of the mint, and tied up
another ass in his place.

Early next morning the apprentice traveled away with his ass,
and thought that he had his gold-ass. At mid-day he reached his
father, who rejoiced to see him again, and gladly took him in.
What have you made of yourself, my son. Asked the old man.
A miller, dear father, he answered. What have you brought back
with you from your travels. Nothing else but an ass. There are
asses enough here, said the father, I would rather have had a good
goat. Yes, replied the son, but it is no common ass, but a
gold-ass, when I say bricklebrit, the good beast spews forth a whole
sheetful of gold pieces. Just summon all our relations hither,
and I will make them rich folks. That suits me well, said the
tailor, for then I shall have no need to torment myself any longer
with the needle, and ran out himself and called the relations
together. As soon as they were assembled, the miller bade them
make way, spread out his cloth, and brought the ass into the room.
Now watch, said he, and cried, bricklebrit, but what fell were not
gold pieces, and it was clear that the animal knew nothing of the
art, for every ass does not attain such perfection. Then the poor
miller pulled a long face, saw that he was betrayed, and begged
pardon of the relatives, who went home as poor as they came. There
was no help for it, the old man had to betake him to his needle once
more, and the youth hired himself to a miller.

The third brother had apprenticed himself to a turner, and as that
is skilled labor, he was the longest in learning. His brothers,
however, told him in a letter how badly things had gone with them,
and how the innkeeper had cheated them of ther beautiful
wishing-gifts on the last evening before they reached home. When
the turner had served his time, and had to set out on his travels,
as he had conducted himself so well, his master presented him with a
sack and said, there is a cudgel in it. I can put on the sack, said
he, and it may be of good service to me, but why should the cudgel
be in it. It only makes it heavy. I will tell you why, replied
the master. If anyone has done anything to injure you, do but say,
out of the sack, cudgel. And the cudgel will leap forth among the
people, and play such a dance on their backs that they will not be
able to stir or move for a week, and it will not leave off until
you say, into the sack, cudgel. The apprentice thanked him, and
put the sack on his back, and when anyone came too near him, and
wished to attack him, he said, out of the sack, cudgel, and
instantly the cudgel sprang out, and dusted the coat or jacket of
one after the other on their backs, and never stopped until it had
stripped it off them, and it was done so quickly, that before anyone
was aware, it was already his own turn. In the evening the
young turner reached the inn where his brothers had been cheated.

He laid his sack on the table before him, and began to talk of all
the wonderful things which he had seen in the world. Yes, said
he, people may easily find a table which will spread itself, a
gold-ass, and things of that kind - extremely good things which
I by no means despise - but these are nothing in comparison with
the treasure which I have won for myself, and am carrying about
with me in my sack there. The innkeeper pricked up his ears.
What in the world can that be. Thought he. The sack must be filled
with nothing but jewels. I ought to get them cheap too, for all
good things go in threes. When it was time for sleep, the guest
stretched himself on the bench, and laid his sack beneath him
for a pillow. When the innkeeper thought his guest
was lying in a sound sleep, he went to him and pushed and pulled
quite gently and carefully at the sack to see if he could possibly
draw it away and lay another in its place.

The turner, however, had been waiting for this for a long time, and
now just as the inn-keeper was about to give a hearty tug, he cried,
out of the sack, cudgel. Instantly the little cudgel came forth,
and fell on the inn-keeper and gave him a sound thrashing.
The host cried for mercy. But the louder he cried, the harder the
cudgel beat the time on his back, until at length he fell to the
ground exhausted. Then the turner said, if you do not give back
the table which spreads itself, and the gold-ass, the dance shall
begin afresh. Oh, no, cried the host, quite humbly, I will gladly
produce everything, only make the accursed kobold creep back into
the sack. Then said the apprentice, I will let mercy take the
place of justice, but beware of getting into mischief again. So he
cried, into the sack, cudgel. And let him have rest.

Next morning the turner went home to his father with the
wishing-table, and the gold-ass. The tailor rejoiced when he saw

that a man who was forced to look after his ass himself, could not

have much to spend. But when the stranger put his hand in his

pocket and brought out two gold pieces, and said he was to

provide something good for him, the host opened his eyes wide, and

ran and sought out the best he could muster. After dinner the

guest asked what he owed. The host did

not see why he should not double the reckoning, and said the

apprentice must give two more gold pieces. He felt in his pocket,

but his gold was just at an end. Wait an instant, sir host, said

he, I will go and fetch some money. But he took the table-cloth

with him. The host could not imagine what this could mean, and

being curious, stole after him, and as the guest bolted the stable

door, he peeped through a hole left by a knot in the wood. The

stranger spread out the cloth under the animal and cried,

bricklebrit, and immediately the beast began to let gold pieces fall

from back and front, so that it fairly rained down money on the

ground. Eh, my word, said the host, ducats are quickly coined

there. A purse like that is not to be sniffed at. The guest

paid his score, and went to bed, but in the night the host stole

down into the stable, led away the master of the mint, and tied up

another ass in his place.

Early next morning the apprentice traveled away with his ass,

and thought that he had his gold-ass. At mid-day he reached his

father, who rejoiced to see him again, and gladly took him in.

What have you made of yourself, my son. Asked the old man.

A miller, dear father, he answered. What have you brought back

with you from your travels. Nothing else but an ass. There are

asses enough here, said the father, I would rather have had a good

goat. Yes, replied the son, but it is no common ass, but a

gold-ass, when I say bricklebrit, the good beast spews forth a whole

sheetful of gold pieces. Just summon all our relations hither,

and I will make them rich folks. That suits me well, said the

tailor, for then I shall have no need to torment myself any longer

with the needle, and ran out himself and called the relations

together. As soon as they were assembled, the miller bade them

make way, spread out his cloth, and brought the ass into the room.

Now watch, said he, and cried, bricklebrit, but what fell were not

gold pieces, and it was clear that the animal knew nothing of the

art, for every ass does not attain such perfection. Then the poor

miller pulled a long face, saw that he was betrayed, and begged

pardon of the relatives, who went home as poor as they came. There

was no help for it, the old man had to betake him to his needle once

more, and the youth hired himself to a miller.

The third brother had apprenticed himself to a turner, and as that

is skilled labor, he was the longest in learning. His brothers,

however, told him in a letter how badly things had gone with them,

and how the innkeeper had cheated them of ther beautiful

wishing-gifts on the last evening before they reached home. When

the turner had served his time, and had to set out on his travels,

as he had conducted himself so well, his master presented him with a

sack and said, there is a cudgel in it. I can put on the sack, said

he, and it may be of good service to me, but why should the cudgel

be in it. It only makes it heavy. I will tell you why, replied

the master. If anyone has done anything to injure you, do but say,

out of the sack, cudgel. And the cudgel will leap forth among the

people, and play such a dance on their backs that they will not be

able to stir or move for a week, and it will not leave off until

you say, into the sack, cudgel. The apprentice thanked him, and

put the sack on his back, and when anyone came too near him, and

wished to attack him, he said, out of the sack, cudgel, and

instantly the cudgel sprang out, and dusted the coat or jacket of

one after the other on their backs, and never stopped until it had

stripped it off them, and it was done so quickly, that before anyone

was aware, it was already his own turn. In the evening the

young turner reached the inn where his brothers had been cheated.

He laid his sack on the table before him, and began to talk of all

the wonderful things which he had seen in the world. Yes, said

he, people may easily find a table which will spread itself, a

gold-ass, and things of that kind - extremely good things which

I by no means despise - but these are nothing in comparison with

the treasure which I have won for myself, and am carrying about

with me in my sack there. The innkeeper pricked up his ears.

What in the world can that be. Thought he. The sack must be filled

with nothing but jewels. I ought to get them cheap too, for all

good things go in threes. When it was time for sleep, the guest

stretched himself on the bench, and laid his sack beneath him

for a pillow. When the innkeeper thought his guest

was lying in a sound sleep, he went to him and pushed and pulled

quite gently and carefully at the sack to see if he could possibly

draw it away and lay another in its place.

The turner, however, had been waiting for this for a long time, and

now just as the inn-keeper was about to give a hearty tug, he cried,

out of the sack, cudgel. Instantly the little cudgel came forth,

and fell on the inn-keeper and gave him a sound thrashing.

The host cried for mercy. But the louder he cried, the harder the

cudgel beat the time on his back, until at length he fell to the

ground exhausted. Then the turner said, if you do not give back

the table which spreads itself, and the gold-ass, the dance shall

begin afresh. Oh, no, cried the host, quite humbly, I will gladly

produce everything, only make the accursed kobold creep back into

the sack. Then said the apprentice, I will let mercy take the

place of justice, but beware of getting into mischief again. So he

cried, into the sack, cudgel. And let him have rest.

Next morning the turner went home to his father with the

wishing-table, and the gold-ass. The tailor rejoiced when he saw