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him it he would promise to do just what he told him. So the poor 
brother promised. ‘‘ Well, here is the bacon, and now go straight 
to the Devil.” The poor man took the flitch. ‘I have promised 
and I’tl go; but I don’t know the way.” Shortly afterwards he 
met an old man with very bright eyes. ‘‘I want to go to the 
Devil,” said the poor brother. ‘‘Ah many do,” replied the old 
gentleman, ‘‘I’]l show you the way.” So he led him, by a very 
pleasant road, along long way till they came toa place with a 
bright light. When they got inside, all the residents, great and 
small, swarmed round him wanting to buy his bacon, especially 
the old gentlemen, for said they, ‘‘ bacon is much valued here, 
it fries so well.” But no, the poor brother would sell it for nothing 
less than a hand mill which hung behind the furnace door, and 
which would grind anything it was told. At last he got it, after 
much haggling, and went home, ‘‘ Wherever have you been all 
this time?” said his wife. ‘‘ Never you mind; let’s have supper.” 
So he put down the mill and told it to grind herrings and broth, 
bread and cheese, and good brown ale; which it did, and they 
made a splendid Chri-tmas meal. Next day he ground lots of food 
and drink and invited all the neighbours, and ground out also 
several cows, pigs, and horses, so he was soon arich man. At this 
his brother grew quite wild and spiteful, and determined to find out 
the reason, but he would not tell him fora long time, but one 
evening when he had taken a little too much brown ale he let out 
the secret. ‘I will give you three hundred dollars for it,” said 
the avaricious brother. Well he would’nt part with it for a long 
time, but at last hedid. The next morning the rich brother said 
to the mill, ‘‘ Now grind herrings and broth, and grind them fast 
and well.” Soon the whole room was full of broth, the rich 
brother and his wife had to jump on chairs to keep themselves 
dry; then they had to rush out of the house to prevent being 
drowned, and there was the rich brother running for his life to get 
to his poor brother and ask how to stop the mill, he ran and ran, 
and after him came a whole river of broth, the herrings leaping 
and splashing and sometimes hitting him on the head. You may 
be sure the poor brother did laugh, but he would not take the mill 
back for less than 300 dollars more. Then he set to work again 
and ground out a grand house tiled with real gold, anda gold 
churn and milking stool, and was soon so rich that his brother got 
_ envious again, and insisted on having the mill back, but he had to 
give many thousand dollars for it, and the other brother only 
pretended to tell him how to stop it after all. The next day the 
rich brother went to sea to fish for herrings, and as he wanted 
some salt he said ‘Now mill grind sait and grind it fast and 
good.” Soon the hold was full, and the rich brother tried to stop 
