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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'll 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'll show you the way." So he led him, by a very 

 pleasant road, a long long way till they came to a 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 Ohri-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 a rich man. At this 

 his brother grew quite wild and spiteful, and determined to find out 

 the reason, but he would not tell him for a 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 he did. 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, and a 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 ho wanted 

 some salt he said " Now mill grind salt and grind it fast and 

 good." Soon the hold was full, and the rich brother tried to stop 



