The Barrel

Once upon a time there was a group of men on a hike. One On Sunday morning they beat their tent on a beautiful, green meadow It was bright and good weather. The hikers lay down, to sleep, and lay in a row in the tent. But the one who too close to the tent door, could not sleep, and his eyes Wandered back and forth in the tent. to the one that lay deepest. The mist moved forward through the tent and out. The man wanted to know what the could be and followed the haze. the meadow and finally came to a place where a weathered old horse skull, which was full of loudly buzzing blowflies was. But after a while he went out again. Then he floated over the Wiese there until it came to a very small brook that the meadow Crossed. It is as if he is looking for a job where he could come over. carried his whip in his hand, and he laid it across the stream, which was not wider than the stem could reach across. The Mist rose up onto the whip handle and across the stream. He floated forward for a while until he finally turned on There was a earth hub on the meadow. The man stood next to it and waited for the haze again This soon happened, and he followed the same path floated back the way he had come. The man put his whip over the stream, and the mist passed over her again like the previous Then he floated straight home to the tent and held Not in the tent behind the innermost man. he disappeared. The man lay down and fell asleep.

When the day was quite over, the hikers got up and took their horses. They chatted about all sorts of things while they Among other things, the one who was sitting in the innermost part of the tent »I wish I had what I have heard of tonight. »What was it and what did you dream?« asked The one who saw the haze. I felt like I was walking across the meadow. I came to a large and beautiful house. Many people were gathered there, and they were playing and Singing with pleasure and joy. But when I came out again, my path led me across a beautiful meadow. Then I came to a large river, which I tried in vain to cross for a long time To get over. He had a huge beam in his hand, which he carried over the Flow put on it, and I went over on this. Time until I came to a big hill. went into it. There I found nothing but a huge barrel, which filled with money. I stayed there for a long time to get the money to look at; because I had never seen such a large pile. Then I went out and walked back the same way I came I came back to the river, and the giant came again with the beam and laid it over it. I crossed the river on the beam and returned to the tent."

The man who had followed the mist began to think funny thoughts and he said to the one who had dreamed: »Come, comrade, let Let us go and get the money for a moment. The other began to laugh and thought that he was not very clever, but he went yes. They now walked exactly the same path that the mist had traveled and came to the hummock which they dug through, and there they found a Barrel of money.

Then they returned to their fellow travelers and told them all about the dream and the mist and showed them the barrel.