that day, he turned in for the night to the same inn where he had slept
before.

Before he called for anything, he tried the truth of what the North Wind
had said of the ram, and found it all right; but when the landlord saw
that, he thought it was a famous ram, and, when the lad had fallen
asleep, he took another which couldn't coin gold ducats, and changed the
two.

Next morning off went the lad; and when he got home to his mother he
said:

"After all, the North Wind is a jolly fellow; for now he has given me a
ram which can coin golden ducats if I only say, 'Ram, ram! make
money!'"

"All very true, I dare say," said his mother; "but I shan't believe any
such stuff until I see the ducats made."

"Ram, ram! make money!" said the lad; but if the ram made anything it
wasn't money.

So the lad went back again to the North Wind and blew him up, and said
the ram was worth nothing, and he must have his rights for the meal.

"Well," said the North Wind; "I've nothing else to give you but that old
stick in the corner yonder; but it's a stick of that kind that if you
say:

"'Stick, stick! lay on!' it lays on till you say: