An old man was employed
in cutting wood in the forest, and, in carrying the
faggots to the city for sale one day, became very
wearied with his long journey. He sat down by
the wayside, and throwing down his load, besought
“Death” to come. “Death”
immediately appeared in answer to his summons and asked
for what reason he had called him. The Old Man
hurriedly replied, “That, lifting up the load,
you may place it again upon my shoulders.”
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