say, 'Stick, stick! lay on! it lays on till you say,--'Stick, stick! now
stop!'"

So the lad thanked the North Wind and went his way, and as the road was
long, he turned in this night also to the landlord; but as he could
guess pretty well how things stood as to the cloth and the ram, he lay
down at once on the bench and began to snore, as if he were asleep. Now
the landlord who thought surely the stick must be worth something,
hunted up one which was like it, and when he heard the lad snore he was
going to exchange the two; but, just as the landlord was about to take
it, the lad called out,--

"Stick, stick! lay on!"

So the stick began to beat the landlord, till he jumped over chairs and
tables and benches, and yelled and roared,--

"Oh my, oh my! bid the stick be still, else it will beat me to death.
You shall have back both your cloth and your ram."

When the lad thought the landlord had had enough, he said, "Stick,
stick! now stop!"

Then he took the cloth and put it into his pocket, and went home with
his stick in his hand, leading the ram by a cord tied around its horns;
and so he got his rights for the meal he had lost.