Fables: classics

A countryman who had lived handsomely in the world upon his honest labour and industry, was desirous his sons should do so after him; and being now upon his deathbed, My dear children, says he, I reckon myself bound to tell you, before I depart, that there is a considerable treasure hid in my vineyard; wherefore, pray be sure to dig, and search narrowly for it when I am gone. The father died, and the sons fell immediately to work upon the vineyard. They turned it up over and over, and not one penny of money was to be found there; but the profit of the next vintage expounded the riddle; for the ground being so well stirred and loosened, it produced a plentiful crop; a treasure indeed!

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Rafbók: 30 januari 2018