"That accursed Jew has bewitched my cow," was his first thought, and his second was to find the author of the deed and mete out punishment to him. Throughout the whole of Russia, and even in parts of civilized Germany, Jews are accused of all manner of sorcery. The _Cabala_ is the principal religious authority of the lower classes among the Russian Jews, and this may perhaps inspire such a preposterous notion. The Jews, themselves, frequently believe that some one of their own number is in possession of supernatural secrets which give him wonderful and awful powers. Many were the tortures which these poor people were doomed to endure for their supposed influence over nature's laws. It was an easy matter to find little Jacob. His hours at the _cheder_ (school) were over. He was sure to be playing upon the streets, and his capture was quickly effected. Seizing the innocent little fellow by the arm, the irate peasant lifted him off his feet, and dragged him by sheer force into the barn, where he confronted the malefactor with his victim. "So, you thought you could bewitch my cow," he hissed. "But I saw you, Jew, and, by our holy Czar, I swear that, unless you repair the damage, I shall feed your carcass to the dogs." Poor Jacob was too terrified to understand of what crime he had been accused. He looked piteously at his tormentor, and burst into tears. "Well?" cried the peasant, impatiently; "will you take off the spell, or shall I call my dog?" The child, knowing that such threats were not made in vain, endeavored to plead his innocence, but the bellowing of the hungry calf outweighed the sobbing of the boy, and with an angry oath Jacob was struck to the ground, and a ferocious bull-dog, but little more brutal than his master, was set upon the helpless little fellow. "Please, Mr. Farmer, don't kill me," he pleaded, groaning in pain. "Will you cure my cow?" demanded the peasant. "I'll try to; I'll do my best," sobbed the boy, whose pain made him diplomatic at last. The dog was called off, and the child, after promising to restore the cow to her former condition, was turned out into the lane, where his mother found him an hour later, unconscious, his body lacerated, one arm broken, and a portion of his right ear torn off. When Reb Mordecai concluded his sad narration, all about him were in tears. "Just God!" exclaimed the uncle; "hast Thou indeed deserted Thy people, that Thou canst allow such indignities? How long, O Lord! must we endure these torments?" "Nay, brother," sobbed the poor mother, while she caressed her ailing boy; "what God does is for the best. It is not for us to peer into his inscrutable actions. But come, Mordecai, banish your sorrows. This is _Shabbes_, a day of joy and peace. Come, the table is spread." Father and mother placed their hands upon the heads of their children, and pronounced the solemn blessing:--"May God let you become like Ephraim and Manasseh!" and the family took their places at the table.