Harriette Taylor Treadwell

The Lad and the North Wind

Part 2 of 2

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"I must go back to the North Wind,"

said the lad.

And away he went.

He walked and walked.

At last he came

to the North Wind's house.


"Good-day, North Wind," said the lad.


"Good-day, lad," said the North Wind.

"Thank you for coming to see me.

What do you want now?"


"I want my meal," said the lad.

"This cloth is not worth a penny."


"I have no meal," said the North Wind.

"But you may have this ram.

You have only to say,

'Ram, ram, make money!'

And he will make all the money you want."


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"Thank you, North Wind," said he.

And he set off for home.

It was a long way.

So he stopped at the inn.

He wanted some money.


[Illustration]

So he said to the ram,

"Ram, ram, make money."

And the ram did as it was bid.


The landlord saw the money.

"That is a fine ram," he said.


Soon the lad went to bed.


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The landlord took the ram,

and he put another in its place.


Next morning the lad took the ram

and went home.

"Mother," he said,

"I have been to the North Wind.

He is a fine fellow.

He gave me this ram.

I have only to say,

'Ram, ram, make money.'

And he makes all the money I want."


"That may be true," said his mother.

"But let me see it.

Then I shall believe it."


"Ram, ram, make money,"

said the lad.

But not a penny did he make.


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"I must go back to the North Wind,"

said the lad.

And off he went.


It was a long way.

He walked and walked.

At last he came to the North Wind's house.


"Good-day, North Wind," said the lad.


"Good-day, lad," said the North Wind.

"What do you want now?"


"I want my meal," said the lad.

"This ram is not worth a penny."


"I have no meal," said the North Wind.


"But I will give you this stick.

You have only to say,

'Stick, stick, lay on.'

And it will lay on till you say,

'Stick, stick, stop.' "


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The lad took the stick.

"Thank you, North Wind," said he.

And he set off for home.


He stopped at the same inn.

After supper he shut his eyes

and began to snore.


[Illustration]

The landlord saw the stick.

"That must be a fine stick," he said.


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He thought the lad was asleep.

He reached for the stick.

Just then the lad cried out,

"Stick, stick, lay on."

So the stick laid on.


The landlord jumped over tables and chairs.

He yelled and he roared.

"Lad, lad, stop the stick," he cried.

"You shall have your cloth

and your ram again."


So the lad said,

"Stick, stick, stop."


He took the cloth and the ram

and the stick.

Then he set off for home.

So the North Wind gave the lad

the worth of his meal.


— Norse Folk Tale