stream, and the master himself running before them for his life, and as
he passed them he called out: "Eat, drink! eat, drink! but take care
you're not drowned in the broth."

Away he ran as fast as his legs would carry him to his brother's house,
and begged him in heaven's name to take back the mill, and that at once,
for, said he, "If it grinds only one hour more, the whole parish will be
swallowed up by herrings and broth."

So the poor brother took back the mill, and it wasn't long before it
stopped grinding herrings and broth.

[Illustration: With the herrings and broth at his heels]

And now he set up a farmhouse far finer than the one in which his
brother lived, and with the mill he ground so much gold that he covered
it with plates of gold. And, as the farm lay by the seaside, the golden
house gleamed and glistened far away over the sea. All who sailed by put
ashore to see the rich man in the golden house, and to see the wonderful
mill the fame of which spread far and wide, till there was nobody who
hadn't heard of it.

So one day there came a skipper who wanted to see the mill, and the
first thing he asked was if it could grind salt.

"Grind salt!" said the owner, "I should just think it could. It can
grind anything."

When the skipper heard that, he said he must have the mill, for if he
only had it, he thought, he need not take his long voyages across stormy