his cloth, and go and sell it in a distant
town, and take care to sell it to those who talk little." So Giufa set
out, with the cloth on his shoulder.

When he came to a town, he began to cry: "Who wants cloth?" The people
called him, and began to talk a great deal; one thought it coarse,
another dear. Giufa thought they talked too much, and would not sell it
to them. After walking a long way, he entered a court-yard where he
found nothing but a plaster image. Giufa said to it: "Do you want to buy
the cloth?" The statue said not a word, and Giufa, seeing that it spoke
little, said: "Now I must sell you the cloth, for you speak little;" and
he took the cloth and hung it on the statue, and went away, saying:
"To-morrow I will come for the money."

The next day he went after the money, and found the cloth gone. "Give me
the money for the cloth." The statue said nothing. "Since you will not
give me the money, I will show you who I am;" and he borrowed a mattock,
and struck the statue until he overthrew it, and inside of it he found a
jar of money. He put the money in a bag, and went home to his mother,
and told her that he had sold the cloth to a person who did not speak,
and gave him no money; that he had killed him with a mattock, and thrown
him down, and he had given him the money which he had brought home. His
mother, who was wise, said to him: "Say nothing about it, and we will
eat this money up little by little."[11]

Another time his mother said to him: "Giufa, I have this piece of cloth
to be dyed; take it and leave it with the dyer, the one who dyes green
and black." Giufa put it on his shoulder, and went off. On his way he
saw a large, beautiful snake, and because it was green he said to it:
"My mother has sent me with this cloth which she wants dyed. To-morrow I
will come for it." And there he left it.

He went home and told his mother, who began to tear her hair. "Ah!
shameless fellow! how you ruin me! Hasten and see whether it is there
still!" Giufa went back, but the cloth had disappeared.[12]

C. GIUFA AND THE JUDGE.

One day Giufa went out to gather herbs, and it was night before he
returned. On his way back the moon rose through the clouds, and Giufa
sat down on a stone and watched the moon appear and disappear behind the
clouds, and he exclaimed constantly: "It appears, it appears! it sets,
it sets!"

Now there were near the way some thieves, who were skinning a calf which
they had stolen, and wh