THE STORY OF THE WIND. 25

thou hearest nothing ”—and, leaping from his seat, he
took up a club and began beating the sack till he had
knocked a hole in the wall, and beaten the sack to
bits. Then he set off to seck the Wind again. But
his wife stayed at home and put everything to rights
again, railing and scolding at her husband as a madman.

But the man went to the Wind and said: “ Hail to
thee, O Wind !”—“Good health to thee, O man!”
replied the Wind. Then the Wind asked: ‘“ Wherefore
hast thou come hither, O man? Did I not give thee
a sack? What more dost thou want ?”—* A pretty
sack indeed!” replied the man; “that sack of thine
has been the cause of much mischief to me and mine.”
—“‘ What mischief has it done thee ?”—‘ Why, look
now, old father, I’ll tell thee what it has done. It
wouldn’t give me anything to eat and drink, so I
began beating it, and beat the wall in. Now what
shall I do to repair my crazy hut? Give me some-
thing, old father.”—But the Wind replied: “Nay,
O man, thou must do without. Fools are neither
sown nor reaped, but grow of their own accord—hast
thou not been into a tavern ?”—‘T have not,” said
the man.—* Thou hast not? Why wilt thou lie?”—
“Well, and suppose I did lie?” said the man ; “if thon
suffer harm through thine own fault, hold thy tongue
about it, that’s what I say. Yet it is all the fault of
‘thy sack that this evil has come upon me. If it had