ONCE on a time there was a Widower, who had a house keeper named Grizzel,
who set her mutch at him, and teazed him early and late to marry her.
At last the man got so weary of her he was at his wit's end to know how
to get rid of her.
 So it fell on a day, between hay time and harvest, the two went out to pull hemp.
Grizzel's head was full of her good looks and her handiness, and she worked away
at the hemp till she grew giddy from the strong smell of the ripe seed,
and at last down she fell flat, fast asleep among the hemp. While she slept,
her master got a pair of scissors and cut her skirts short all round,
and then he rubbed her all over, face and all, first with tallow and then with soot,
till she looked worse than the Deil himself. So, when Grizzel woke and saw
how ugly she was, she didn't know herself.
"Can this be me, now?" said Grizzel, "Nay, nay! it can never be me.
So ugly have I never been; it's surely the Deil himself?"
Well! that she might really know the truth, she went off and knocked
at her master's door, and asked,—
"Is your Girzie at home the day, father?"
"Ay, ay, our Girzie is at home safe enough," said the man,
who wanted to be rid of her.
"Well, well!" she said to herself, "then I can't be his Grizzel," and stole away;
and right glad the man was, I can tell you.
So, when she had walked a bit she came to a great wood, where she
met two thieves. "The very men for my money," thought Grizzel,
"since I am the Deil thieves are just fit fellows for me."
But the thieves were not of the same mind, not they. As soon as they set
eyes on her they took to their heels as fast as they could,
for they thought the Evil One was come to catch them. But it was no good,
for Grizzel was long-legged and swift-footed, and she came up with them
before they knew where they were.
 "If you're going out to steal, I'll go with you and help," said Grizzel,
"for I know the whole country round." So, when the thieves heard that,
they thought they had found a good mate, and were no longer afraid.
Then they said they were off to steal a sheep, only they didn't know
where to lay hold of one.
"Oh!" said Grizzel, "that's a small matter, for I was maid with a farmer
ever so long out in the wood yonder, and I could find the sheepfold though
the night were dark as pitch."
The thieves thought that grand; and when they came to the place,
Grizzel was to go into the fold and turn out the sheep, and they were
to lay hold on it. Now, the sheepfold lay close to the wall of the room
where the farmer slept, so Grizzel crept quite softly and carefully into
the fold; but as soon as she got in she began to scream out to the thieves.
"Will you have a wether or a ewe? here are lots to choose from."
"Hush, hush!" said the thieves, "only take one that is fine and fat."
"Yes, yes! but will you have a wether or a ewe? will you have a wether
or a ewe? for here are lots to choose from," screeched Grizzel.
"Hush, hush!" said the thieves again, "only take one that's fine and fat;
it's all the same to us whether it's a wether or a ewe."
"Yes!" screeched Grizzel, who stuck to her own; "but will you have a wether
or a ewe—a wether or a ewe? here are lots to choose from."
"Hold your jaw!" said the thieves, "and take a fine fat one, wether or ewe,
it's all one to us."
 But just then out came the farmer in his shirt, who had been waked by
all this clatter, and wanted to see what was going on. So the thieves
took to their heels, and Grizzel after them, upsetting the farmer in her flight.
"Stop, boys! stop, boys!" she screamed; but the farmer, who had only seen
the black monster, grew so afraid that he could scarce stand, for
he thought it was the Deil himself that had been in his sheepfold.
The only help he knew was to go indoors and wake up the whole house;
and they all sat down to read and pray, for he had heard that was the way
to send the Deil about his business.
Now the next night the thieves said they must go and steal a fat goose,
and Grizzel was to show them the way. So when they came to the goosepen,
Grizzel was to go in and turn one out, for she knew the ways of the place,
and the thieves were to stand outside and catch it. But as soon as ever
she got in she began to scream,—
"Will you have goose or gander? you may pick and choose here."
"Hush, hush! choose only a fine fat one," said the thieves.
"Yes, yes! but will you have goose or gander—goose or gander?
you may pick and choose," screamed Grizzel.
"Hush, hush! only choose one that's fine and fat, and it's all one to us
whether it's goose or gander; but do hold your jaw," said they.
But while Grizzel and the thieves were settling this, one of the geese
began to cackle, and then another cackled, and then the whole flock cackled
and hissed, and out came the farmer to see what all the noise could mean,
 went the thieves, and Grizzel after them at full speed, and the farmer
thought again it was the black Deil flying away; for long-legged she was,
and she had no skirts to hamper her.
"Stop a bit, boys!" she kept on screaming, "you might as well have said
whether you would have goose or gander."
But they had no time to stop, they thought; and, as for the farmer,
he began to read and pray with all his house, small and great,
for they thought it was the Deil, and no mistake.
Now, the third day, when night came, the thieves and Grizzel were so hungry
they did not know what to do; so they made up their minds to go to the larder
of a rich farmer who lived by the wood's side, and steal some food.
Well, off they went, but the thieves did not dare to venture themselves,
so Grizzel was to go up the steps which led to the larder, and hand the food out,
and the others were to stand below and take it from her. So when Grizzel got
inside she saw the larder was full of all sorts of things, fresh meat and salt,
and sausages and oat-cake. The thieves begged her to be still, and just throw out
something to eat, and to bear in mind how badly they had fared for two nights.
But Grizzel stuck to her own, that she did.
"Will you have fresh meat or salt, or sausages, or oat-cake?
Just look, what lovely oat-cake," she bawled out enough to split your head.
"You may have what you please, for here's plenty to choose from."
But the farmer woke with all this noise, and ran out to see what it all meant.
As for the thieves, off they ran
 as fast as they could; but while the farmer was looking after them down
came Grizzel so black and ugly.
"Stop a bit! stop a bit, boys!" she bellowed; "you may have what you please,
for there's plenty to choose from."
And when the farmer saw that ugly monster he too
thought the Deil was loose, for he had heard what had
happened to his neighbours the evenings before; so he
began both to read and pray, and every one in the whole parish
began to read and pray, for they knew that you could read the Devil away.
The next evening was Saturday evening, and the thieves wanted
to steal a fat ram for their Sunday dinner; and well they might,
for they had fasted many days, but they wouldn't have Grizzel
with them at any price. She brought bad luck with her jaw, they said;
so while Grizzel was walking about waiting for them
on Sunday morning, she got so awfully hungry—for she had fasted for
three days—that she went into a turnip field and pulled up
some turnips to eat. But when the farmer who owned the turnips rose,
he felt uneasy in his mind, and thought he would just go and take
a look at his turnips on the Sunday morning. So he pulled on
his trousers and went across the moss which lay under the hill,
where the turnip-field lay. But when he got to the bottom of the field
he saw something black walking about in the field and
pulling up his turnips, and he soon made up his mind that it was the Deil.
So away he ran home as fast as he could, and said the Deil was among
the turnips. This frightened the whole house out of their wits,
and they agreed they'd best send for the priest, and get him to bind
"That won't do," said the goodwife; "this is Sunday
 morning, you'll never get the priest to come; for either he'll be in bed,
or, if he's up, he'll be learning his sermon by heart."
"Oh," said the goodman, "never fear; I'll promise him a fat loin of veal,
and then he'll come fast enough."
So off he went to the priest's house; but when he got there sure enough
the priest was still in bed. The maid begged the farmer to walk
into the parlour while she ran up to the priest, and said,—
"Farmer So-and-So was down-stairs, and wished to have a word with him."
Well, when the priest heard that such a worthy man was down-stairs,
he got up at once, and came down just as he was, in his slippers and night-cap.
So the goodman told his errand; how the Deil was loose in his turnip-field;
and if the priest would only come and bind him, he would send him
a fat loin of veal. Yes; the priest was willing enough, and called out
to his groom to saddle his horse, while he dressed himself.
"Nay, nay, father!" said the man; "the Deil won't wait for us long,
and no one knows where we shall find him again if we miss him now.
Your reverence must come, at once, just as you are."
So the priest followed him just as he was, with the clothes he stood in,
and went off in his nightcap and slippers. But when they got to the moss
it was so moist, the priest couldn't cross it in his slippers.
So the goodman took him on his back to carry him over. On they went,
the goodman picking his way from one clump to the other,
till they got to the middle; then Grizzel caught sight of them,
and thought it was the thieves bringing the ram.
 "Is he fat?" she screamed; "is he fat?" and made such a noise
that the wood rang again.
"The Deil knows if he's fat or lean; I'm sure I don't,"
said the goodman, when he heard that; "but, if you want
to know, you had better come yourself and see."
And then he got so afraid he threw the priest head over heels
into the soft wet moss, and took to his legs;
and if the priest hasn't got out, why I daresay he's lying there still.