“To go to the forest for firewood.”
“Well then, take them; only don’t overburthen them.”
“How could you think of such a thing, kind friend!”
So he brought the pair of oxen, and Woe got into the cart with him, and away he drove into the open plain.
“Master!” asks Woe, “do you know the big stone on this plain?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well then if you know it, drive straight up to it.”
They came to the place where it was, stopped, and got out of the cart. Woe told the peasant to lift the stone; the peasant lifted it, Woe helping him. Well, when they had lifted it there was a pit underneath chock full of gold.
“Now then, what are you staring at!” said Woe to the peasant, “be quick and pitch it into the cart.”
The peasant set to work and filled the cart with gold; cleared the pit to the very last ducat. When he saw there was nothing more left: