“‘We are rolling stones up hill for day.’
“‘You old fool!’ said the sheriff. ‘Go home and go to bed, and day will come itself.’
“‘Why,’ returned the man, as though greatly astonished, ‘I never thought of that. How wise you be! You are the wisest man I ever did see!’
“‘And what are you doing?’ asked the sheriff, of one of the young men.
“‘We do the grunting,’ was the prompt reply.
“‘The old men do the lifting, and the young men do the grunting!’ exclaimed the sheriff. ‘Well,’ he added, in sudden good-humor, ‘that is the way the world goes everywhere!’ And he galloped away, leaving the men unharmed.
“The sheriff next met four old women, with brooms on their shoulders.
“‘Whither away?’ asked the sheriff.
“‘To the priest’s, to be married,’ said they all.
“‘To the priest’s, to be married?’