herrings and broth at his heels, roaring like a waterfall over the whole
farm.

Now, his old dame, who was in the field tossing hay, thought it a long
time to dinner, and at last she said:

"Well! though the master doesn't call us home, we may as well go. Maybe
he finds it hard work to boil the broth, and will be glad of my help."

The men were willing enough, so they sauntered homeward; but just as
they had got a little way up the hill, what should they meet but
herrings, and broth, and bread, all running and dashing, and splashing
together in a stream, and the master himself running before them for his
life, and as he passed them he bawled out: "Would to heaven each of you
had a hundred throats! but take care you're not drowned in the broth."

Away he went, as though the Evil One were at his heels, to his brother's
house, and begged him for God's sake to take back the quern that
instant; for, said he:

"If it grinds only one hour more, the whole parish will be swallowed up
by herrings and broth."

But his brother wouldn't hear of taking it back till the other paid him
down three hundred dollars more.

So the poor brother got both the money and the quern, and it wasn't long
before he set up a farmhouse far finer than the one in which his
brother lived, and with the quern he ground so much gold that he covered
it with plates of gold; and as the farm lay by the sea-side, the golden