So when the Boy had gone to his room the man slipped in quietly and reached his hand under the Boy's pillow, where the bag lay. But the Boy had not gone to sleep this time, and when he felt the hand under his pillow he said, "Stick, come forth and lay on." And the stick came forth and began to lay on about the inn-keeper's head, and so hard did it strike that the inn-keeper soon besought the Boy to bid it stop--for the stick would respond only to the owner. But the Boy would not bid the stick to stop until the inn-keeper had been roundly punished for his stealings, and had promised to return the magic cloth and the magic ram. When he had these again in his possession the Boy bade the stick return to the bag, and the next morning he went on to his home. And when he had laid the cloth on the table and said to it, "Cloth, serve forth a dinner," and the cloth had served forth a dinner, and he and his mother had eaten; and he had said to the ram, "Ram, Ram, coin money," and the ram had coined golden ducats until he bade it to stop; and he had put the stick in a safe place where it could always do his bidding, he and his mother had plenty, and were well paid for the meal which the North Wind had taken. THE WONDERFUL IRON POT Once upon a time a little boy and his mother lived together in a small brown house at the foot of a hill. They were very poor, for the boy's father was dead, and the rich man who lived at the top of the hill had taken everything that they had, except one cow. At last it came that there was nothing in the house to eat, and the mother said: "Now we will have to sell the cow." So she told the little boy to take the cow to town and sell it, and the boy put a rope around the cow's neck and started off down the road. He had not gone far before he met a man with a cloak over him and carrying something under it. He asked the little boy where he was going, and the boy told him that there was nothing to eat in the house and he was trying to sell the cow. "Will you sell her to me?" asked the man. "What will you give me for her?" asked the little boy. "I will give you an iron pot," said the man. Now, the little boy knew that he ought not to sell the cow for an iron pot, and he quickly said he would not, but as he spoke he heard a tiny voice under the man's cloak saying: "Buy me! Buy me!" So he told the stranger that he might have the cow. The man took the rope in his hands, and gave the little boy the iron pot, and he took it and went home again. "And what did you get for the cow?" asked his mother. By this time the boy was very much ashamed of having sold the cow for an iron pot, and he hung his head when his mother asked him what he had gotten. They were about to throw the pot away, for, as the mother said, there was nothing to cook in it, when they heard a tiny voice say: "Put me over the fire and put in water."