THE STORY OF THE WIND. bl

alive. Tl not come to thee again though I should
have to wait till the Judgment Day, and T’ll do all
thy behests.”—“Into the drum, my henchmen!”
cried the Wind.—* And now, O man!” said the
Wind, “thou mayest have this drum with the twelve
henchmen, and go to those accursed Jews, and if
they will not give thee back thy sack and thy ram,
thou wilt know what to say.”

So the man thanked the Wind for his good advice,
and went on his way. He came to the inn, and when
the Jews saw that he brought nothing with him they
suid: “Hearken, O man! don’t come here, for we
have no brandy.”—* What do I want with your
brandy ?” cried the man in a rage.—“ Then for what
hast thou come hither?”—“I have come for my
own.”— Thy own,” said the Jews; “ what dost thou
mean ?”—“ What do I mean?” roared the man ;
“why, my sack and my ram, which you must give
up to me.”—* What ram? What sack?” said the
Jews; “why, thou didst take them away from here
thyself”—“ Yes, but you changed them,” said the
man.—“ What dost thou mean by changed?” whined
the Jews; “we will go before the magistrate, and
thou shalt hear from us about this.”— You will have
an evil time of it if you go before the magistrate,”
said the man; “but at any rate, give me back my
own.” And he sat down behind the table. Then the