s hoof shall be our wineglass.'

Then the Dragon flew away with a loud shriek, and had no more power
over them. But the three soldiers took the little whip, whipped as
much money as they wanted, and lived happily to their lives' end.

[Illustration: The Fiend Defeated]

_THE DONKEY CABBAGE_

There was once a young Hunter who went boldly into the forest. He had
a merry and light heart, and as he went whistling along there came an
ugly old woman, who said to him, 'Good-day, dear hunter! You are very
merry and contented, but I suffer hunger and thirst, so give me a
trifle.' The Hunter was sorry for the poor old woman, and he felt in
his pocket and gave her all he could spare. He was going on then, but
the old woman stopped him and said, 'Listen, dear hunter, to what I
say. Because of your kind heart I will make you a present. Go on your
way, and in a short time you will come to a tree on which sit nine
birds who have a cloak in their claws and are quarrelling over it.
Then take aim with your gun and shoot in the middle of them; they will
let the cloak fall, but one of the birds will be hit and will drop
down dead. Take the cloak with you; it is a wishing-cloak, and when
you throw it on your shoulders you have only to wish yourself at a
certain place, and in the twinkling of an eye you are there. Take the
heart out of the dead bird and swallow it whole, and early every
morning when you get up you will find a gold piece under your pillow.'

The Hunter thanked the wise woman, and thought to himself 'These are
splendid things she has promised me, if only they come to pass!' So he
walked on about a hundred yards, and then he heard above him in the
branches such a screaming and chirping that he looked up, and there he
saw a heap of birds tearing a cloth with their beaks and feet,
shrieking, tugging, and fighting, as if each wanted it for himself.
'Well,' said the Hunter, 'this is wonderful! It is just as the old
woman said'; and he took his gun on his shoulder, pulled the trigger,
and shot into the midst of them, so that their feathers flew about.
Then the flock took flight with much screaming, but one fell dead, and
the cloak fluttered down. Then the Hunter did as the old woman had
told him: he cut open the bird, found its heart, swallowed it, and
took the cloak home with him. The next morning when he awoke he
remembered the promise, and wanted to see if it had come true. But
when he lifted up his pillow, there spa