"We will see if he can hold out against bright shining money," and she
took out no less than three silver dollars and offered them to him, but
he still replied--

"No, I will not sell the bell."

She then offered him five dollars.

"The bell is still mine," said he.

She stretched out her hand full of ducats. He replied this third time--

"Gold is dirt, and does not ring."

The old dame then shifted her ground, and turned the discourse another
way. She grew mysterious, and began to entice him by talking of secret
arts and of charms by which his cattle might be made to thrive
prodigiously, relating to him all kinds of wonders of them. It was then
the young shepherd began to long, and he lent a willing ear to her
tales.

The end of the matter was, that she said to him--

"Hark ye, my child, give me your bell; and see, here is a white stick
for you," said she, taking out a little white stick which had Adam and
Eve very ingeniously cut upon it as they were feeding their flocks in
the Garden, with the fattest sheep and lambs dancing before them. There,
too, was the shepherd David, as he stood up with his sling against the
giant Goliath. "I will give you," said the woman, "this stick for the
bell, and as long as you drive the cattle with it they will be sure to