Then the Boy said that he would go again to the North Wind and tell him that his cloth would not do as it was bidden. So he journeyed far to the home of the North Wind, and the North Wind said: "I give you greeting and thanks for your coming. What can I do for you?" Then the boy told him how he had come before to ask him for the meal which the North Wind had taken, and the North Wind had given him a magic cloth which should serve forth a dinner when it was bidden; but that, though at the inn the cloth had served forth a dinner, when he reached his home it had not done so, and there was nothing to eat in the house. Then said the North Wind: "I have no meal to give you, but I will give you a ram which, whenever you say to it, 'Ram, Ram, coin money,' will coin gold ducats before you." So the Boy took the ram and started for home; but as it was a long way he stopped at the same inn on his way home, and being anxious to try the skill of the ram, and needing to pay his bill to the inn-keeper he said to it: "Ram, Ram, coin money." And the ram coined golden ducats until the Boy told it to stop. "Now," thought the observing inn-keeper, "this is a famous ram indeed. I must have this ram, and I will not need to work at all." So when the Boy had gone to bed, leaving the ram safely tied in his room, the inn-keeper slipped in quietly, leading another ram which could not coin ducats, which he left in place of the ram which the North Wind had given to the Boy. And when the Boy reached home his mother asked him if he had brought back the meal this time. And the Boy answered: "The North Wind was glad to see me, and thanked me for coming, but he said that he did not have the meal. But he gave me a ram, which, when I bid it, 'Ram, Ram, coin money,' coins golden ducats, so that we will not be hungry any more, for we can buy what we need." Then he led forth the ram into the room and said to it: "Ram, Ram, coin money." And the ram, not being a magic ram, did nothing but stand in the middle of the room and stare at him. Now the Boy was angry, and he said: "I will go to the North Wind and tell him that his ram is worth nothing, and that I want my rights for the meal which he has taken." So back he went to the North Wind, and when he had told his story the North Wind said: "I have nothing that I can give you but that old stick in the bag yonder. But when you say to it, 'Stick, come forth and lay on,' it lays on unceasingly until you say to it, 'Stick, stop.'" So the Boy took the bag with the stick right willingly, for he had by this time a fair idea of the cause of his trouble; and he stopped that night at the inn as he had done before. Though he did not call forth his magic stick, the inn-keeper knew by the way in which he cared for his bag that he had some special treasure, and decided that the Boy was a simple fellow, and that he must have this too, whatever it was in the bag.