Hans had served his master for seven
years, so he said to him, master, my time is up, now I should be
glad to go back home to my mother, give me my wages. The master
answered, you have served me faithfully and honestly, as the service
was so shall the reward be. And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big
as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped
up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way
As he went on, always putting one foot before
the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a
lively horse. Ah, said Hans quite loud, what a fine thing it is to
ride. There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you
save your shoes, and cover the ground, you don't know how.
The rider, who had heard him, stopped and
called out, hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then.
I must, answered he, for I have this lump to
carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head
straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder.
I will tell you what, said the rider, we will
exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump.
With all my heart, said Hans, but I can tell you, you will have to
crawl along with it.
The rider got down, took the gold, and helped
Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, if
you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and
call out, jup. Jup.
Hans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the
horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he
thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his
tongue and call out, jup. Jup. The horse put himself into a sharp
trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying
in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse
would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman,
who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.
Hans pulled himself together and stood up on
his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the countryman, it is
a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare
like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance
of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your
cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above,
one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I
not give to have such a cow. Well, said the countryman, if it would
give you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the
horse. Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped
upon the horse, and rode quickly away.