three hundred dollars for it, and the poor brother was to keep it till the haymaking was over, for he thought:  “If I keep it as long as that, I can make it grind meat and drink that will last many a long year.”  During that time you may imagine that the mill did not grow rusty, and when hay-harvest came the rich brother got it, but the other had taken good care not to teach him how to stop it.  It was evening when the rich man got the mill home, and in the morning he bade the old woman go out and spread the hay after the mowers, and he would attend to the house himself that day, he said.

So, when dinner-time drew near, he set the mill on the kitchen-table, and said:  “Grind herrings and milk pottage, and do it both quickly and well.”

So the mill began to grind herrings and milk pottage, and first all the dishes and tubs were filled, and then it came out all over the kitchen-floor.  The man twisted and turned it, and did all he could to make the mill stop, but, howsoever he turned it and screwed it, the mill went on grinding, and in a short time the pottage rose so high that the man was like to be drowned.  So he threw open the parlor door, but it was not long before the mill had ground the parlor full too, and it was with difficulty and danger that the man could go through the stream of pottage and get hold of the door-latch.  When he got the door open, he did not stay long in the room, but ran out, and the herrings and pottage came after him, and it streamed out over both farm and field.  Now the old woman, who was out spreading the hay, began to think dinner was long in coming, and said to the women and the mowers:  “Though the master does not call us home, we may as well go.  It may be that he finds he is not good at making pottage and I should do well to help him.”  So they began to straggle homeward, but when they had got a little way up the hill they met the herrings and pottage and bread, all pouring forth and winding about one over the other, and the man himself in front of the flood.  “Would to heaven that each of you had a hundred stomachs!  Take care that you are not drowned in the pottage!” he cried as he went by them as if Mischief were at his heels, down to where his brother dwelt.  Then he begged him, for God’s sake, to take the mill back again, and that in an instant, for, said he:  “If it grind one hour more the whole district will be destroyed by herrings and pottage.”  But the brother would not take it until the other paid him three hundred dollars, and that he was obliged to do.  Now the poor brother had both the money and the mill again.  So it was not long before he had a farmhouse much finer than that in which his brother lived, but the mill ground him so much money that he covered it with plates of gold; and the farmhouse lay close by the sea-shore, so it shone and glittered far out to sea.  Everyone who sailed by there now had to be put in to visit the rich man in the gold farmhouse, and everyone wanted to see the wonderful mill, for the report of it spread far and wide, and there was no one who had not heard tell of it.