“Here, hold hard, master!” cried the man, twisting and turning to get away. “What’s the meaning of this? I’ll have the law on you if you don’t leave me alone! Ouch, give over I tell you! What do I know about your hundred crowns or your wife?”
“What!” cried the peasant, laying on harder than before. “Do you add lying to your other crimes? You will tell me next you have never seen a drum!” And with one last mighty cut he stretched the unfortunate fellow at his feet. Then, for the first time, he had a full view of his face, and saw that he was not the man he took him for.
“Was there ever such an unlucky man in all the world as I?” he moaned, as he turned wearily homeward, pursued by the curses and threats of the man he had beaten. “First I lose a hundred crowns, and then the love of my wife, who will never forgive me her injuries; and now, into the bargain, I have lost my horse! God forgive that drummer, and protect him if ever he falls into my hands!”
I wish I could tell you that the unlucky peasant’s desire was fulfilled, and that the drummer met with his deserts. Unhappily my story ends here, and I do not know for certain what happened to him, but people do say that he never came out of the wood, but rode straight into a marsh and was drowned. If this is true, I am sure that nobody will be sorry!
