"Yes, I should think so," said the lad; "there was much more than I could carry with me—so much, that you might load many horses with it; and if you choose to go you may be sure there'll be enough for you."
So his son-in-law told him the way so clearly that he hadn't to ask it of any one.
"But the horses," said the lad, "you'd best leave this side the river; for the old ferryman, he'll carry you over safe enough."
So Peter set off, and took with him great store of food, and many horses; but these he left behind him on the river's brink, as the lad had said. And the old ferryman took him upon his back; but when they had come a bit out into the stream he cast him into the midst of the river, and said,—
"Now you may go backwards and forwards here, and carry folk over till you are set free."
And unless some one has set him free, there goes Rich Peter the Pedlar backwards and forwards, and carries folk across this very day.
GERTRUDE'S BIRD.
In those days when our Lord and St. Peter wandered upon earth, they came once to an old wife's house, who sat baking. Her name was Gertrude, and she had a red mutch on her head. They had walked a long way, and were both hungry, and our Lord begged hard for a bannock to stay their hunger. Yes, they should have it.
