IV The Two Mules
Two mules were bearing on their backs,
One, oats; the other, silver of the tax.4
The latter glorying in his load,
March’d proudly forward on the road;
And, from the jingle of his bell,
’Twas plain he liked his burden well.
But in a wild-wood glen
A band of robber men
Rush’d forth upon the twain.
Well with the silver pleased,
They by the bridle seized
The treasure-mule so vain.
Poor mule! in struggling to repel
His ruthless foes, he fell
Stabb’d through; and with a bitter sighing,
He cried, ‘Is this the lot they promised me?
My humble friend from danger free,
While, weltering in my gore, I’m dying?’
‘My friend,’ his fellow-mule replied,
‘It is not well to have one’s work too high.
If thou hadst been a miller’s drudge, as I,
Thou wouldst not thus have died.’
[4] The silver of the tax.—An allusion to the French gabelle, or old salt tax, which, like all taxes levied upon the mass of the people, was a very productive one. Its collection caused several peasants’ insurrections.