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There was once upon a time a poor peasant called Crabb, who drove

with two oxen a load of wood to the town, and sold it to a doctor

for two talers. When the money was being counted out to him, it

so happened that the doctor was sitting at table, and when the

peasant saw how well he ate and drank, his heart desired what he

saw, and would willingly have been a doctor too. So he remained

standing a while, and at length inquired if he too could not be a

doctor. 'Oh, yes,' said the doctor, 'that is soon managed.' 'What

must I do?' asked the peasant. 'In the first place buy yourself

an A B C book of the kind which has a cock on the frontispiece;

in the second, turn your cart and your two oxen into money, and

get yourself some clothes, and whatsoever else pertains to

medicine; thirdly, have a sign painted for yourself with the

words: "I am Doctor Knowall," and have that nailed up above your

house-door.' The peasant did everything that he had been told to

do.