A certain father had two sons, the elder
of whom was smart and sensible, and could do everything, but the
younger was stupid and could neither learn nor understand anything,
and when people saw him they said 'there's a fellow who will give
his father some trouble.' When anything had to be done, it was
always the elder who was forced to do it, but if his father bade him
fetch anything when it was late, or in the night-time, and the way
led through the churchyard, or any other dismal place, he answered
'oh, no, father, I'll not go there, it makes me shudder.' For he was
afraid. Or when stories were told by the fire at night which made
the flesh creep, the listeners sometimes said 'oh, it makes us
shudder.' The younger sat in a corner and listened with the rest of
them, and could not imagine what they could mean. 'They are always
saying 'it makes me shudder, it makes me shudder, it does not make
me shudder.' Thought he. 'That, too, must be an art of which I
understand nothing.'
Now it came to pass that his father said to
him one day 'hearken to me, you fellow in the corner there, you are
growing tall and strong, and you too must learn something by which
you can earn your bread. Look how your brother works, but you do not
even earn your salt.' 'Well, father, he replied, 'I am quite willing
to learn something - indeed, if it could but be managed, I should
like to learn how to shudder. I don't understand that at all yet.'
The elder brother smiled when he heard that, and thought to himself
'good God, what a blockhead that brother of mine is. He will never
be good for anything as long as he lives. He who wants to be a
sickle must bend himself betimes.'
The father sighed, and answered him 'you shall
soon learn what it is to shudder, but you will not earn your bread
by that.' Soon after this the sexton came to the house on a visit,
and the father bewailed his trouble, and told him how his younger
son was so backward in every respect that he knew nothing and learnt
nothing. 'Just think, said he, 'when I asked him how he was going to
earn his bread, he actually wanted to learn to shudder.' 'If that be
all, replied the sexton, 'he can learn that with me. Send him to me,
and I will soon polish him.' The father was glad to do it, for he
thought 'it will train the boy a little.'
The sexton therefore took him into his house,
and he had to ring the church bell. After a day or two, the sexton
awoke him at midnight, and bade him arise and go up into the church
tower and ring the bell. 'You shall soon learn what shuddering is,
thought he, and secretly went there before him, and when the boy was
at the top of the tower and turned round, and was just going to take
hold of the bell rope, he saw a white figure standing on the stairs
opposite the sounding hole. 'Who is there.' Cried he, but the figure
made no reply, and did not move or stir. 'Give an answer, cried the
boy, 'or take yourself off, you have no business here at night.'
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