end upon, and two mules to carry the wood he cut to the
neighbouring town; but he worked hard, and was always out of bed by
five o'clock, summer and winter.

This went on for twenty years, and though his sons were now grown up,
and went with their father to the forest, everything seemed to go
against them, and they remained as poor as ever. In the end the
wood-cutter lost heart, and said to himself:

'What is the good of working like this if I never am a penny the
richer at the end? I shall go to the forest no more! And perhaps, if I
take to my bed, and do not run after Fortune, one day she may come to
me.'

So the next morning he did not get up, and when six o'clock struck,
his wife, who had been cleaning the house, went to see what was the
matter.

'Are you ill?' she asked wonderingly, surprised at not finding him
dressed. 'The cock has crowed ever so often. It is high time for you
to get up.'

'Why should I get up?' asked the man, without moving.

'Why? to go to the forest, of course.'

'Yes; and when I have toiled all day I hardly earn enough to give us
one meal.'

'But what can we do, my poor husband?' said she. 'It is just a trick
of Fortune's, who would never smile upon us.'

'Well, I have had my fill of Fortune's tricks,' cried he. 'If she
wants me she can find me here. But I have done with the wood for
ever.'

'My dear husband, grief has driven you mad! Do you think Fortune will
come to anybody who does not go after her? Dress yourself, and saddle
the mules, and begin your work. Do you know that there is not a morsel
of bread in the house?'

'I don't care if there isn't, and I am not going to the forest. It is
no use your talking; nothing will make me change my mind.'

The distracted wife begged and implored in vain; her husband persisted
in staying in bed, and at last, in despair, she left him and went back
to her work.

An hour or two later a man from the nearest village knocked at the
door, and when she opened it, he said to her: 'Good-morning, mother. I
have got a job to do, and I want to know if your husband will lend me
your mules, as I see he is not using them, and can lend me a hand
himself?'

'He is upstairs; you had better ask him,' answered the woman. And the
man went up, and repeated his request.

'I am sorry, neighbour, but I have sworn not to leave my bed, and
nothing will make me break my vow.'

'Well, then, will you lend me your two mules? I will pay you something
for the