They met together to talk the matter over.
“Let us chop down the big trees in the woods, so that they will block up all the roads that lead into the town,” said one of the wise men.
“Good!” said all the rest.
So they went out with their axes, and soon all the roads and paths to the town were filled with logs and brush. The king’s horse-men would have a hard time of it getting into Gotham. They would either have to make a new road, or give up the plan al-to-geth-er, and go on to some other place.
When the king came, and saw that the road had been blocked up, he was very angry.
“Who chopped those trees down in my way?” he asked of two country lads that were passing by.
“The men of Gotham,” said the lads.
“Well,” said the king, “go and tell the men of Gotham that I shall send my sher-iff into their town, and have all their noses cut off.”
The two lads ran to the town as fast as they could, and made known what the king had said.
Every-body was in great fright. The men ran from house to house, carrying the news, and asking one another what they should do.
“Our wits have kept the king out of the town,” said one; “and so now our wits must save our noses.”
“True, true!” said the others. “But what shall we do?”
Then one, whose name was Dobbin, and who was thought to be the wisest of them all, said, “Let me tell you something. Many a man has been punished because he was wise, but I have never heard of any one being harmed because he was a fool. So, when the king’s sher-iff comes, let us all act like fools.”
“Good, good!” cried the others. “We will all act like fools.”
It was no easy thing for the king’s men to open the roads; and while they were doing it, the king grew tired of waiting, and went back to London. But very early one morning, the sheriff with a party of fierce soldiers rode through the woods, and between the fields, toward Gotham. Just before they reached the town, they saw a queer sight. The old men were rolling big stones up the hill, and all the young men were looking on, and grunting very loudly.
The sheriff stopped his horses, and asked what they were doing.
“We are rolling stones up-hill to make the sun rise,” said one of the old men.
“You foolish fellow!” said the sheriff. “Don’t you know that the sun will rise without any help?”
“Ah! will it?” said the old man. “Well, I never thought of that. How wise you are!”
“And what are you doing?” said the sheriff to the young men.
“Oh, we do the grunting while our fathers do the working,” they answered.
“I see,” said the sheriff. “Well, that is the way the world goes every-where.” And he rode on toward the town.
He soon came to a field where a number of men were building a stone wall.
“What are you doing?” he asked.