“At last the goldsmith said, " I should indeed like to have the bird itself." The poor man went into the forest for the third time, and again saw the golden bird sitting on the tree, so he took a stone and brought it down and carried it to his brother, who gave him a great heap of gold for it. " Now I can get on," tliought he, and went contentedly home. The goldsmith was crafty and cunning, and knew very well what kind of a bird it was.”

— Grimm's Household Tales: With the Author's Notes, Tale 60 · served from our shelf uncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan