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Well, Hudden and Dudden was in such a hurry they couldn't get to the river soon enough, and when they were there Donald picked up a stone, and said he: 'Watch where I throw this stone, and that's where you'll find the most of the cattle.
And then Donald went home and looked after his cattle and his farm, and soon he made money enough to take the two farms that Hudden and Dudden had left, besides his own. "And that's the way," said Terence, "to get on in this world or any world. Get the better of them that's trying to get the better of you, and don't hope for any help from fairies or ghosts." "Terence," said Mrs.
"So she filled his hat with silver, and he left her the bird and went on his way home. "It wasn't long after he got home till he met Hudden and Dudden. 'Aha! says he to them, 'you thought it was the bad turn you was doing me, but you couldn't have done me a better. Look what I got for the hide of my ox, that you killed on me. And he showed them the hatful of silver.
Hasn't it kept me and mine for years?" and with that Donald hit the hide another whack and out jumped a second penny. Well, the long and the short of it was that Donald let the hide go, and, that very evening, who but he should walk up to Hudden's door? "Good-evening, Hudden. Will you lend me your best pair of scales?" Hudden stared and Hudden scratched his head, but he lent the scales.
Ah! it's a deal I'm giving up for you, sure as it is that I don't care for the princess." "Take my cattle in exchange," said the farmer; and you may guess it wasn't long before Donald was at their tails driving them homewards. Out came Hudden and Dudden, and the one took one end of the pole, and the other the other. "I'm thinking he's heavier," said Hudden.
Didn't you see the gold with your own two eyes?" But it was no use talking. Pay for it he must, and should. There was a meal-sack handy, and into it Hudden and Dudden popped Donald O'Neary, tied him up tight, ran a pole through the knot, and off they started for the Brown Lake of the Bog, each with a pole-end on his shoulder, and Donald O'Neary between.
"Then he threw the stone into a deep part of the river, and he said: 'One of you jump in there now, and if you find more of the cattle than you can manage, just come to the top and call for help, and the other two of us will come in and help you. "So Hudden jumped in first and he went straight to the bottom. In a minute he came up to the top and shouted: 'Help! help!
Take that for your pains," and the cobbler dealt Hudden a blow that made him stagger. Up the people came running from one end of the fair to the other. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" cried they. "Here are a couple of vagabonds selling hides at their weight in gold," said the cobbler. "Hold 'em fast; hold 'em fast!" bawled the innkeeper, who was the last to come up, he was so fat.
If Hudden had stared before, he stared ten times more now, and no sooner was Donald's back turned, than he was of as hard as he could pelt to Dudden's. "Good-evening, Dudden. That vagabond, bad luck to him " "You mean Donald O'Neary?" "And who else should I mean? He's back here weighing out sackfuls of gold." "How do you know that?"
"Ah, never mind," said Dudden; "it's only a step now to the Brown Lake." "I'll have her now! I'll have her now!" bawled the farmer, from inside the sack. "By my faith, and you shall though," said Hudden, and he laid his stick across the sack. "I'll have her! I'll have her!" bawled the farmer, louder than ever.
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