"Indeed I won't," says the peasant, thinking to himself that he had nothing to load them with. "And thank you very much," says he; and he goes back to Misery, taking with him the oxen and cart. Misery looked at him and grumbled in his wretched little voice, "They are hardly strong enough," "They are the best I could borrow," says the peasant; "and you and I have starved too long to be heavy." And the peasant and little Master Misery sat together in the cart and drove off together, Misery holding his head in both hands and groaning at the jolt of the cart. As soon as they had left the village, Misery sat up and asked the peasant,-- "Do you know the big stone that stands alone in the middle of a field not far from here?" "Of course I know it," says the peasant. "Drive straight to it," says Misery, and went on rocking himself to and fro, and groaning and complaining in his wretched little voice. They came to the stone, and got down from the cart and looked at the stone. It was very big and heavy, and was fixed in the ground. "Heave it up," says Misery. The poor peasant set to work to heave it up, and Misery helped him, groaning, and complaining that the peasant was nothing of a fellow because he could not do his work by himself. Well, they heaved it up, and there below it was a deep hole, and the hole was filled with gold pieces to the very top; more gold pieces than ever you will see copper ones if you live to be a hundred and ten. "Well, what are you staring at?" says Misery. "Stir yourself, and be quick about it, and load all this gold into the cart." The peasant set to work, and piled all the gold into the cart down to the very last gold piece; while Misery sat on the stone and watched, groaning and chuckling in his weak, wretched little voice. "Be quick," says Misery; "and then we can get back to the tavern." The peasant looked into the pit to see that there was nothing left there, and then says he,-- "Just take a look, little Master Misery, and see that we have left nothing behind. You are smaller than I, and can get right down into the pit...." Misery slipped down from the stone, grumbling at the peasant, and bent over the pit. "You've taken the lot," says he; "there's nothing to be seen." "But what is that," says the peasant--"there, shining in the corner?" "I don't see it." "Jump down into the pit and you'll see it. It would be a pity to waste a gold piece." Misery jumped down into the pit, and instantly the peasant rolled the stone over the hole and shut him in. "Things will be better so," says the peasant. "If I were to let you out of that, sooner or later you would drink up all this money, just as you drank up everything I had." Then the peasant drove home and hid the gold in the cellar; took the oxen and cart back to his neighbour, thanked him kindly, and began to think what he would do, now that Misery was his master no longer, and he with plenty of money.