Jewish Children #224743

My older brother, Benny, lived in a village. He had a mill. He could Shoot with a gun, ride on a horse, and swim like a devil. One summer he was bathing in the river, and was drowned. Of him they said the proverb had been invented: All good swimmers are drowned. He left after him the mill, two horses, a young widow, and one child. The mill was neglected; the horses were sold; the young widow married again, and went away, some where, far; and the child was brought to us.