ad wandered far and long to
learn that the treasure was in his own garden.

Hadji Ahmet in due course, much to the astonishment of both wife and
neighbors, again appeared upon the scene not a much changed man. In
fact, he was the cinder and iron gatherer of old.

To all questions as to where he was and what he had been doing, he
would answer: "A dream sent me away, and a dream brought me back."

And the neighbors would say: "Truly he must be blessed."

One night Hadji Ahmet went to the tree, provided with spade and pick,
that he had secured from an obliging neighbor. After digging a short
time a heavy case was brought to view, in which he found gold, silver,
and precious jewels of great value. Hadji Ahmet replaced the case and
earth and returned to bed, much lamenting that it had pleased God to
furnish women, more especially his wife, with a long tongue, long
hair, and very short wits. Alas! he thought, if I tell my wife, I may
be hung as a robber, for it is against the laws of nature for a woman
to keep a secret. Yet, becoming more generous when thinking of the
years of toil and hardship she had shared with him, he decided to try
and see if, by chance, his wife was not an exception to other women.
Who knows, she might keep the secret. To test her, at no risk to
himself and the treasure, he conceived a plan.

Crawling from his bed, he sallied forth and bought, found, or stole an
egg. This egg on the following morning he showed to his wife, and said
to her:

"Alas! I fear I am not as other men, for evidently in the night I laid
this egg; and, wife mine, if the neighbors hear of this, your husband,
the long-suffering Hadji Ahmet, will be bastinadoed, bowstrung, and
burned to death. Ah, truly, my soul is strangled."

And without another word Hadji Ahmet, with a sack on his shoulder,
went forth to gather the cast-off shoes of horse, ox, or ass,
wondering if his wife would prove an exception in this, as she had in
many other ways, to other women.

In the evening he returned, heavily laden with his finds, and as he
neared home he heard rumors, ominous rumors, that a certain Hadji
Ahmet, who had been considered a holy man, had done something that was
unknown in the history of man, even in the history of hens--that he
had laid a dozen eggs.

Needless to add that Hadji Ahmet did not tell his wife of the
treasure, but daily went forth with his sack to gather iron and
cinders, and invariably found, when separating his f