"I
have been playing at nine-pins," he answered, "and have lost a couple
of farthings." "Hast thou not shuddered then?" "Eh, what?" said he,
"I have made merry. If I did but know what it was to shudder!"
The third night he sat down again on his bench and said quite sadly, "If
I could but shudder." When it grew late, six tall men came in and brought
a coffin. Then said he, "Ha, ha, that is certainly my little cousin, who
died only a few days ago," and he beckoned with his finger, and cried
"Come, little cousin, come." They placed the coffin on the ground, but
he went to it and took the lid off, and a dead man lay therein. He felt
his face, but it was cold as ice. "Stop," said he, "I will warm thee a
little," and went to the fire and warmed his hand and laid it on the dead
man's face, but he remained cold. Then he took him out, and sat down by
the fire and laid him on his breast and rubbed his arms that the blood
might circulate again. As this also did no good, he thought to himself
"When two people lie in bed together, they warm each other," and carried
him to the bed, covered him over and lay down by him.
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