The Beggar's Presents





There was once a very poor man, who went into the wood to fell trees for

his own use. The sweat ran down his cheeks, from his hard work, when all

at once an old beggar appeared and asked for alms. The poor man pitied

him very much, and, putting his axe on the ground, felt in his bag, and,

with sincere compassion, shared his few bits of bread with the poor old

beggar. The latter, having eaten his bread, spoke thus to the

wood-cutter: "My son, here! for your kindness accept this table-cloth,

and whenever hereafter you feel need and are hungry, say to the cloth,

'Spread thyself, little cloth,' and your table will be laid, and covered

with the best meats and drinks. I am the rewarder of all good deeds, and

I give this to you for your benevolence." Thereupon the old man

disappeared, and the wood-cutter turned homewards in great joy.



Having been overtaken by night on his way, he turned into a hostelry,

and informed the innkeeper, who was an old acquaintance, of his good

fortune; and, in order to give greater weight to his word, he at once

made a trial of the table-cloth, and provided a jolly good supper for

the innkeeper and his wife, from the dainty dishes that were served up

on the cloth. After supper he laid down on the bench to sleep, and, in

the meantime, the wicked wife of the innkeeper hemmed a similar cloth,

and by the morning exchanged it for that of the woodcutter. He,

suspecting nothing, hurried home with the exchanged cloth, and, arriving

there, told his wife what had happened; and, to prove his words, at once

gave orders to the cloth to spread itself; but all in vain. He repeated

at least a hundred times the words "Little cloth, spread thyself," but

the cloth never moved; and the simpleton couldn't understand it. Next

day he again went to the wood, where he again shared his bread with the

old beggar, and received from him a lamb, to which he had only to say,

"Give me gold, little lamb," and the gold coins at once began to rain.

With this the woodcutter again went to the inn for the night, and showed

the present to the innkeeper, as before. Next morning he had another

lamb to take home, and was very much surprised that it would not give

the gold for which he asked. He went to the wood again, and treated the

beggar well, but also told him what had happened to the table-cloth and

lamb. The beggar was not at all surprised, and gave him a club, and said

to him, "If the innkeeper has changed your cloth and lamb, you can

regain them by means of this club: you have only to say, 'Beat away,

beat away, my little club,' and it will have enough power to knock down

a whole army." So the woodcutter went to the inn a third time, and

insisted upon his cloth and lamb being returned; and, as the innkeeper

would not do so, he exclaimed, "Beat away, beat away, my little club!"

and the club began to beat the innkeeper and his wife, till the missing

property was returned.



He then went home and told his wife, with great joy, what had happened;

and, in order to give greater consequence to his house, he invited the

king to dinner next day. The king was very much surprised, and, about

noon, sent a lackey to see what they were cooking for him; the

messenger, however, returned with the news that there was not even a

fire in the kitchen. His majesty was still more surprised when, at

meal-time, he found the table laden with the finest dishes and drinks.

Upon inquiry where all came from, the poor woodcutter told him his

story, what happened in the wood, about the lamb and cloth, but did not

mention a word about the club. The king, who was a regular tyrant, at

once claimed the cloth and the lamb; and, as the man would not comply,

he sent a few lackeys to him, to take them away; but they were soon

knocked down by the club. So the king sent a larger force against him;

but they also perished to a man. On hearing this the king got into a

great rage, and went in person with his whole army against him; but on

this occasion, too, the woodcutter was victorious, because the club

knocked down dead every one of the king's soldiers; the king himself

died on the battle-field and his throne was occupied by the once poor

woodcutter. It was a real blessing to his people; because, in his

magnanimity, he delighted to assist all whom he knew to be in want or

distress; and so he, also, lived a happy and contented man to the end of

his days!





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