So he went up to the man. "Friend," says he, "what a beautiful
instrument that is, and what a deal of money you must make." "Why,
yes," said the man, "I make a great deal of money, to be sure, and it
is a wonderful instrument." "Oh!" cried Mr. Vinegar, "how I should
like to possess it!" "Well," said the man, "as you are a friend, I
don't much mind parting with it; you shall have it for that red cow."
"Done!" said the delighted Mr. Vinegar. So the beautiful red cow was
given for the bagpipes.

He walked up and down with his purchase; but it was in vain he tried
to play a tune, and instead of pocketing pence, the boys followed him
hooting, laughing, and pelting.

Poor Mr. Vinegar, his fingers grew very cold, and, just as he was
leaving the town, he met a man with a fine thick pair of gloves. "Oh,
my fingers are so very cold," said Mr. Vinegar to himself. "Now if I
had but those beautiful gloves I should be the happiest man alive." He
went up to the man, and said to him, "Friend, you seem to have a
capital pair of gloves there." "Yes, truly," cried the man; "and my
hands are as warm as possible this cold November day." "Well," said
Mr. Vinegar, "I should like to have them.". "What will you give?" said
the man; "as you are a friend, I don't much mind letting you have them
for those bagpipes." "Done!" cried Mr. Vinegar. He put on the gloves,
and felt perfectly happy as he trudged homewards.

At last he grew very tired, when he saw a man coming towards him with
a good stout stick in his hand.

"Oh," said Mr. Vinegar, "that I had but that stick! I should then be
the happiest man alive." He said to the man: "Friend! what a rare good