THE STORY OF THE WIND. 23

may. The Wind won’t know, because he can’t sec.”
So he went into the tavern and hung up his sack
upon a peg. ‘The Jew who kept the tavern immedi-
ately said to him: “What dost thou want, good
man ?”—“ What is that to thee, thou dog?” gaid the
man.—‘‘ You are all alike,” sneered the Jew, “take
what you can, and pay for nothing.”—“ Dost think
IT want to buy anything from thee?” shricked the
man; then, turning angrily to the sack, he cried:
“Sack, sack, give me to eat and drink!” Immedi-
ately the table was covered with all sorts of meats
and liquors. Then all the Jews in the tavern
crowded round full of amazement, and asked all
manner of questions. ‘ Why, what is this, good
man?” said they; “never have we seen anything
like this before !”—*“ Ask no questions, ye accursed
Jews!” cried the man, “but sit down to eat, for there
is enough for all.” So the Jews and the Jewesses set
to and ate until they were full up to the ears; and
they drank the man’s health in pitchers of wine of
every sort, and said: “ Drink, good man, and spare
not, and when thou hast drunk thy fill, thou shalt
lodge with us this night. We'll make ready a bed
for thee. None shall vex thee. Come now, eat
and drink whatever thy soul desires.” So the Jews
flattered him with devilish cunning, and almost forced
the wine-jars to his lips.