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Group Title: story of Hans in luck, or, The five bad bargains
Title: The Story of Hans in luck, or, The five bad bargains
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Title: The Story of Hans in luck, or, The five bad bargains
Alternate Title: Five bad bargains
Physical Description: 24 p. : ill. ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Grimm, Jacob, 1785-1863
Wehnert, Edward Henry, 1813-1868 ( Illustrator )
Dill, Vincent ( Stereotyper )
McLoughlin, John, 1827-1905 ( Publisher )
Elton & Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Elton & Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: Vincent Dill, stereotyper
Publication Date: 1860?
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fortune -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Barter -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wages -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales -- 1860   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' paper bindings (Binding) -- 1860   ( rbbin )
Hand-colored illustrations -- 1860   ( local )
Bldn -- 1860
Genre: Fairy tales   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' paper bindings (Binding)   ( rbbin )
Hand-colored illustrations   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Cover imprint: John Mcloughlin, (successor to Elton & Co.)
General Note: Illustrations are hand-colored.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy lacks p. 3-4 of wrapper.
Statement of Responsibility: illustrated with six drawings by Edward Wehnert.
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: ltqf - AAA7841
notis - ALJ4715
oclc - 10066677
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HANS had served his master for seven long years,

when he said to him, Master, my time is now up;

so please to give me my wages, as I wish to return

home to my mother." The master answered: You

have served me like a trusty, honest fellow, as you

are, and such as your services have been, so shall be

your hire."

And thereupon he gave him a piece of gold as

large as Hans' head. Hans took a cloth and rolled



up the lump of gold, and slung it over his shoulder,

and began to trudge home. As he went along, and

kept setting one foot before the other, he happened

to come up with a traveler, who was riding at a

brisk pace on a lively horse.

"Oh, what a delightful thing it is to ride !" cried

Hans, aloud, "It is every bit as good as sitting on

a chair; one doesn't knock one's toes against the

stones, and one saves one's shoes; and yet one gets

on, one hardly knows how."

The man on horseback having heard these wise

reflections, cried out to him, Nay, then, Hans, why

do you go on foot?"

Why, you see, I am obliged to carry this lump

home," replied Hans; and gold though it be, it

bothers me sadly, as I aim obliged to hold my head





on one side, and it weighs so heavily on my


"I'll tell you what," said the rider, stopping his

horse, "we can make a bargain. Suppose I were to

give you my horse, and you were to let me have

your lump in exchange."

"That I will, and thank you too," said Hans;

"but I remind you that you will have to drag it

along as best you may."

The traveler got down from his horse, and took

the lump of gold, and then helped Hans to mount;

and having placed the bridle in his hand, said to him,

"When you want to go very fast, you have only to

smack your tongue, and cry, 'Hop! hop!'"

Hans was in great delight, as he sat on the horse,

and found he rode along so easily and so pleasantly.


After awhile, however, he fancied he should like to

go a little quicker, so he began to smack his tongue,

and to shout "Hop! hop !"

The horse set off at a brisk trot, and before Hans

had time to collect his thoughts, he was pitched into

a ditch that divided the main road from the adjoining

fields. The horse would have cleared the ditch at a

bound, had he not been stopped by a peasant, who

was driving a cow along the same road, and happened

to coibe up with the luckless rider just at this mo-

ment. Hans crawled out of the ditch as best he

might, and got upon his legs again. But he was

sorely vexed, and observed to the peasant that riding

was no joke, especially when one had to do with a

troublesome beast that thought nothing of kicking

and plunging, and breaking a man's neck; and that

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nobody should ever catch him again attempting to

mount such a dangerous animal. Then he concluded

by saying, How far preferable a creature is your

cow! One can walk quietly behind her, let alone her

furnishing you with milk, butter, and cheese, for cer-

tain, every day. What would I not give to have

such a cow for my own!"

"Well," said the peasant, "if that's all, I should

not mind changing my cow for your horse."

Hans agreed most joyfully to such a proposal, and

the peasant leaped into the saddle, and was presently

out of sight.

Hans now drove the cow before him at a quiet

pace, and kept ruminating upon the excellent bargain

he had made. If I have only a bit of bread-and

that is not likely to fail me-I shall be able to add


butter and cheese to it as often as I wish. If I feel

thirsty, I need only milk my cow, and I shall have

milk to drink."

On reaching a public house, he stopped to rest
himself, and in the fullness of his joy he ate up his

dinner and supper all at one meal, and spent his two

remaining farthings to purchase half a glass of beer.

He then went his way, and continued driving his

cow towards his mother's village.

Towards noon, the heat grew more and more op

pressive, particularly as Hans was crossing a moor

during a full hour's time. At length his thirst be

came so intolerable that his tongue cleaved to the

roof of his mouth. "The remedy is simple enough,"

thought Hans, "and now is the time to milk my cow,

and refresh myself with a good draught of milk."


He. then tied his cow to the stump of a tree,

and used his leather cap for a pail; but do what he

would nbt a drop of milk could he obtain: and as he

set about attempting to milk the cow in the most

awkward manner imaginable, the enraged animal

gave him a hearty kick with her hind leg, that laid
him sprawling on the ground, where he remained

half-stunned for a long time, and scarcely able to

recollect where he was.

Fortunately there just came by a butcher, trundling

a wheelbarrow, in which lay a young pig.

"What on earth is the matter ?" 1sked he, as he

helped the worthy Hans to rise.

Hans related., :had happened, when the butcher

b handed him his flask, saying, "There, man, take a

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cow has no milk to give, for she is an old animal, only

fit for the yoke, or to be killed and eaten."

'"Lord, now! who would have thought it ?" said

Hans, stroking his hair over his forehead. "It is,

to be sure, all very well to have such an animal as

that to kill, particularly as it yields such a lot of

meat; but then I don't much relish cow's flesh-it

is not half juicy enough for me. I'd much rather

have a young pig like yours. The flesh is far more

tasty, to say nothing of the sausages."
"I'll tell you what, Hans," quoth the butcher,

"I'll let you have my pig in exchange for your cow,

just out of kindness."
Now, that's very good of you, upon my word,"

replied Hans, as he gave him the cow, while the

butter took the pig out of the wheelbarrow, and


put the string that was tied round the animal's leg,

into his new master's hand.

As Hans went along he could not help marveling at

his constant run of luck, which had regularly turned

every little disappointment to the very best account.

After a time he was overtaken by a lad, who was
carrying a fine white goose under his arm.. They no

sooner bid one another good morrow, than Hans re-

lated how lucky he had been, and what advantageous

bargains he had struck. The lad told him, in turn,
that he was carrying the goose to a christening dinner.

"Only just feel how heavy it is," continued he, taking

the goose up by the wings; "it has been fattening these

eight weeks. I'll be bold to say, that whoever tastes

a slice of it when it comes to be roasted, will have

to wipe away the fat from each corner of his mouth."



"Ay," said Hans, as he weighed it in one hand,

"it is heavy enough to be sure; but my pig is not

to be sneezed at either."

Meanwhile the lad was looking all round him with

an anxious air, and then shook his head asije ob-

served, "It's my mind your pig will get you into

trouble. I have just come through a villa e where

Sthe mayor's pig was stolen out of its stye; and I'm

mightily aftid it's the very pig you are now driving.

It would be a .bad job for you if you were caught

With it, and the least that could happen to y4et would

S lodging in the black-hole."

SrHans now began to be.ightened. "For good-

ass sake, cried he, "do help me out of this scrape;

as you know this neighborhood better than I

y take my pig in exchange for ypur goose."
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"I know I shall run some risk," replied the lad;

"yet I haven't the heart to leave you in the lurch


_nd so saying, he took hctd of the rope, and drove

away the pig as fast as he could into a by-wa-_bhf e

honest Hans' pursued his road with the goose under

his arm,.

"When I come to think ~ f it," said he to him-

self, "I have gained by the exchange. In the first

place, a nice roast goose is a delicious morsel; then
there will be the fat and the dripping t0 spread _..

our bread, for months to come; ,and last of all t I

beautiful white feathers will serve to filly pi:llW.o

and rant I shall not want rocking

How pleased my mother will be!"

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home, he saw a knife-grinder busily turning is

wheel, while he kept singing,

"Old knives and old scissors to make new I grind,
And round turns my wheel e'en as swift as the wind."

Hans stopped to look at him, and at last he said,

"Your trade must4be6a good one, since you sing so

merrily over ybur work."

"Yes," replied the knife-gfinder, "it is a golden-

business. Your true knife-grinder is a man who finds

S money as often as- he puts his hand into his pocket.
But where did you bay that fine goose "I did ii

S:buy it, but exchanged it for my pig^- ":Ad w1~e

did you get piggy from?" "I gave- my fcow ri
it." "And how did you-: comeQ yTo i ;

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clnge for a lump of gold as big as my head."

"And how did you come by the gold ?" "It was

my wages for seven years' service." "Nay, then,"

said the knife-grinder, "since you have been so clever

each time, you need only manage so as to hear the

money jingle in your pocket every time you move,

and then you will be a made man." "But how shall

: I. set about that?" inquired Hans. "You must turn

knife-grinder, like myself; and nothing is wanting to

Asset you up in the trade but a grindstone-the rest

wZ: wll come ofiitself. I have one here that is a trifle

w- but I won't ask for anything more than your
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ogose in exchange for it. Shall it be a bargain ?"

I c can you doubt it?" replied Hans; "I shall

.ie happiest man on earth. Why, if I find money

a~ _:fte s Ptt .y hand in my pocket, what more



need I care for ?" And he handed him the goblg

and took the grindstone. Now," said the kriife-

grinder, picking up a tolerably heavy stone that lay

on the ground by him, "here's a good solid atone

into the bargain, on which you can hammer away,

and straighten all your old crooked nails. You had

better lay it on the top of the other."

Hans did so, and went away quite delighted. I

was surely born with a golden spoon in my mouth"

cried he, while his eyes sparkled with jo for every-

thing falls out just as pat as if I were a day child'

Ih the meantime, however, having walked since

Break, he now began to feel tired and very huEiM

as he had eaten up all his provisions in hi~:joy at e i

bargain he haA made for the cow. By

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Sfati of carrying the twa heavy stones. At length

he could not help thinking how much;bhetter it would

Kb1e if he had not topcairyji-em-n at He had now

Scrawled like sR-il Up t-a'spring, where he meant

;-to rest, and rist hiimselpiith a cool draught; ant"

.for this purpose he placed the stones very carefully

S: t~k briik of the: welL Hait~he sat down, and

a :-stooping over the well to drink, when he hap-

":perne. to p- o the' stones inadvertently? and plump

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he, bottom of toi well, than he got utp joy-

ai th~i t en do: n to thank Heaven for

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than I beneath the sun," exclaimed Hans ; and with

a light heart and empty hands he now bounded

along tilt he reached his mother's hon.e.



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