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was an old soldier who had been long in the wars – so long, that he was quite out-at-elbows, and he did not know where to go to find a living. So he walked up moors, down glens, till at last he came to a farm, from which the good man had gone away to market. The wife of the farmer was a very foolish woman, who had been a widow when he married her; the farmer was foolish enough, too, and it is hard to say which of the two was the more foolish. When you've heard my tale you may decide.

      Now before the farmer goes to market says he to his wife: “Here is ten pounds all in gold, take care of it till I come home.” If the man had not been a fool he would never have given the money to his wife to keep. Well, off he went in his cart to market, and the wife said to herself: “I will keep the ten pounds quite safe from thieves;” so she tied it up in a rag, and she put the rag up the parlour chimney.

      “There,” said she, “no thieves will ever find it now, that is quite sure.”

      Jack Hannaford, the old soldier, came and rapped at the door.

      “Who is there?” asked the wife.

      “Jack Hannaford.”

      “Where do you come from?”

      “ Paradise.”

      “Lord a' mercy! and maybe you've seen my old man there,” alluding to her former husband.

      “Yes, I have.”

      “And how was he a-doing?” asked the goody.

      “But middling; he cobbles old shoes, and he has nothing but cabbage for victuals.”

      “Deary me!” exclaimed the woman. “Didn't he send a message to me?”

      “Yes, he did,” replied Jack Hannaford. “He said that he was out of leather, and his pockets were empty, so you were to send him a few shillings to buy a fresh stock of leather.”

      “He shall have them, bless his poor soul!” And away went the wife to the parlour chimney, and she pulled the rag with the ten pounds in it from the chimney, and she gave the whole sum to the soldier, telling him that her old man was to use as much as he wanted, and to send back the rest.

      It was not long that Jack waited after receiving the money; he went off as fast as he could walk.

      Presently the farmer came home and asked for his money. The wife told him that she had sent it by a soldier to her former husband in Paradise, to buy him leather for cobbling the shoes of the saints and angels of Heaven. The farmer was very angry, and he swore that he had never met with such a fool as his wife. But the wife said that her husband was a greater fool for letting her have the money.

      There was no time to waste words; so the farmer mounted his horse and rode off after Jack Hannaford. The old soldier heard the horse's hoofs clattering on the road behind him, so he knew it must be the farmer pursuing him. He lay down on the ground, and shading his eyes with one hand, looked up into the sky, and pointed heavenwards with the other hand.

      “What are you about there?” asked the farmer, pulling up.

      “Lord save you!” exclaimed Jack: “I've seen a rare sight.”

      “What was that?”

      “A man going straight up into the sky, as if he were walking on a road.”

      “Can you see him still?”

      “Yes, I can.”

      “Where?”

      “Get off your horse and lie down.”

      “If you will hold the horse.”

      Jack did so readily.

      “I cannot see him,” said the farmer.

      “Shade your eyes with your hand, and you'll soon see a man flying away from you.”

      Sure enough he did so, for Jack leaped on the horse, and rode away with it. The farmer walked home without his horse.

      “You are a bigger fool than I am,” said the wife; “for I did only one foolish thing, and you have done two.”

      Binnorie

      Once upon a time there were two king's daughters lived in a bower near the bonny mill-dams of Binnorie. And Sir William came wooing the eldest and won her love and plighted troth with glove and with ring. But after a time he looked upon the youngest, with her cherry cheeks and golden hair, and his love grew towards her till he cared no longer for the eldest one. So she hated her sister for taking away Sir William's love, and day by day her hate grew upon her, and she plotted and she planned how to get rid of her.

      So one fine morning, fair and clear, she said to her sister, “Let us go and see our father's boats come in at the bonny mill-stream of Binnorie.” So they went there hand in hand. And when they got to the river's bank the youngest got upon a stone to watch for the coming of the boats. And her sister, coming behind her, caught her round the waist and dashed her into the rushing mill-stream of Binnorie.

      “O sister, sister, reach me your hand!” she cried, as she floated away, “and you shall have half of all I've got or shall get.”

      “No, sister, I'll reach you no hand of mine, for I am the heir to all your land. Shame on me if I touch the hand that has come 'twixt me and my own heart's love.”

      “O sister, O sister, then reach me your glove!” she cried, as she floated further away, “and you shall have your William again.”

      “Sink on,” cried the cruel princess, “no hand or glove of mine you'll touch. Sweet William will be all mine when you are sunk beneath the bonny mill-stream of Binnorie.” And she turned and went home to the king's castle.

      And the princess floated down the mill-stream, sometimes swimming and sometimes sinking, till she came near the mill. Now the miller's daughter was cooking that day, and needed water for her cooking. And as she went to draw it from the stream, she saw something floating towards the mill-dam, and she called out, “Father! father! draw your dam. There's something white – a merry maid or a milk-white swan – coming down the stream.” So the miller hastened to the dam and stopped the heavy cruel mill-wheels. And then they took out the princess and laid her on the bank.

      Fair and beautiful she looked as she lay there. In her golden hair were pearls and precious stones; you could not see her waist for her golden girdle; and the golden fringe of her white dress came down over her lily feet. But she was drowned, drowned!

      And as she lay there in her beauty a famous harper passed by the mill-dam of Binnorie, and saw her sweet pale face. And though he travelled on far away he never forgot that face, and after many days he came back to the bonny mill-stream of Binnorie. But then all he could find of her where they had put her to rest were her bones and her golden hair. So he made a harp out of her breast-bone and her hair, and travelled on up the hill from the mill-dam of Binnorie, till he came to the castle of the king her father.

      That night they were all gathered in the castle hall to hear the great harper – king and queen, their daughter and son, Sir William and all their Court. And first the harper sang to his old harp, making them joy and be glad or sorrow and weep just as he liked. But while he sang he put the harp he had made that day on a stone in the hall. And presently it began to sing by itself, low and clear, and the harper stopped and all were hushed.

      And this was what the harp sung:

      “O yonder sits my father, the king,

      Binnorie, O Binnorie;

      And yonder sits my mother, the queen;

      By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie,

      “And yonder stands my brother Hugh,

      Binnorie, O Binnorie;

      And by him, my William, false and true;

      By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie.”

      Then they all wondered, and the harper told them how he had seen the princess lying drowned on the bank near the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie, and how he had afterwards made this harp out of her hair and breast-bone. Just then the harp

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