THE TRAVELLING MUSICIANS;
on, THE WAITS OF BKEMEK.
AN houesfc farmer had once an ass thati had been a faithfal servant to him a great many years, but was now growing old and every day more and more unfit for work. His master therefore was tired of keeping him and began to think of putting an ^id to him ; but the ass, who saw that some mischief was in the wind, took himself slyly off, and began his journey towards Bremen, "for there," thought he, " I may chance to be chosen town musician."
After he had travelled a little way, he spied a dog lying by the roadside and panting as if he was tired. " What makes you pant so, my li4end?" said the ass. "Alas!" said the d(^, "my master was going to knock me on the head, because I am old and weak, and can no longer make myself useful to him in hunting ; so I ran away ; but what can I do to earn my livelihood?" "Hark ye!" said the ass,
- I am going to Bremen to turn musician : suppose you go with
me, and try what you can do in the same way ?" The dog said he was willing, and they jogged on together.
They had not gone far before they saw a cat sitting in the middle of the road and making a most rueful face. " Pray, my good lady," said the ass, " what's the matter with you ? you look quite out of spirits!" **Ah me!" said the cat, "how can one be in good spirits when one's life is in danger ? Because I am beginning to grow old and had rather lie at my ease by the fire than run about the house