||Wise Men of Gotham
Once upon a time there were some wise men who lived in Gotham. Listen and
you will hear how wise they were.
Twelve of these wise men went fishing one day. Some went into the stream
and some stayed on dry ground. They caught many fish and had a good time.
As they came home, one of the men said, "We have risked much wading in
that stream. I pray God no one of us is drowned."
"Why, one of us might be! Who knows?" cried another. "Let's see about it.
Twelve of us went fishing this morning. We must count and see if twelve
So one man counted, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
ten, eleven." And he did not count himself!
"Alas! One of us is drowned!" he cried.
"Woe be unto us! Let me count," said another. And he did not count himself.
"Alas! alas!" he wailed; "truly one of us is drowned!"
Then every man counted, and each one failed to count himself.
"Alas! alas!" they all cried; "one of us is drowned! Which one is it?"
They went back to the shore, and they looked up and down for him that was
drowned. All the time they were lamenting loudly.
A courtier came riding by. "What are you seeking?" he asked, "and why are
you so sorrowful?"
"Oh," said they, "this day we came to fish in the stream. There were twelve
of us, but one is drowned."
"Why," said the courtier, "count yourselves and see how many there be."
Again they counted, and again each man failed to count himself.
"Well, this is sad," said the courtier, who saw how the mistake had been
made. "What will you give me if I find the twelfth man?"
"Sir," cried all together, "you may have all the money we own."
"Give me the money," said the courtier.
Then he began to count. He gave the first man a whack over the shoulders
and said, "There is one."
He gave the next a whack and said, "There is two." And so he counted until
he came to the last man. He gave this one a sounding blow, saying, "And
here is the twelfth."
"God bless you!" cried all the company. "You have found our neighbor."
-- OLD ENGLISH STORY