he could do it very easily if the
rocky wall on the side of the lake could be broken down. There was
only one way in which this could be done. An innocent boy must be
found and got to do it.

"It was a long time before such an one could be found. But at last
the Evil One came across an orphan boy who tended cattle on the
mountainside. The poor little fellow was on his way home. He was
feeling very sad, for he was thinking of his ragged clothes and his
scant food.

"'Ah ha!' cried the Evil One to himself, 'here is the very boy.'

"He changed himself at once so he had the form and dress of a hunter,
and stepped up to the lad with a pleasant smile.

"'Poor little fellow! What is the matter? And what can I do for
you?' he said, in his most winning manner.

"The boy thought he had found a friend, and told his story.

"'Do not grieve any longer. There is plenty of gold and silver in
these very mountains. I will show you how to become rich,' said the
Evil One. 'Meet me here early to-morrow morning and bring a good
strong team with you. I will help you get the gold.'

"The boy went home with a glad heart. You may be sure he did not
oversleep the next morning. Before it was light, he had harnessed
four oxen belonging to his master, and started for the summit of the
mountain.

"The hunter, who was waiting for him, had already fastened a metal
ring around the wall that held in the waters of the lake.

"'Fasten the oxen to that ring,' commanded the hunter, 'and the rock
will split open.'

"Somehow or other, the boy did not feel pleased at what he was told
to do. Yet he obeyed, and started the oxen. But as he did so, he
cried, 'Do this in the name of God!'

"At that very instant the sky grew black as night, the thunder rolled
and the lightning flashed. And not only this, for at the same time
the mountain shook and rumbled as though a mighty force were tearing
it apart."

"What became of the poor boy?" asked Bertha.

"He fell senseless to the ground, while the oxen in their fright
rushed headlong down the mountainside. But you needn't get excited,
Bertha, no harm was done. The boy was saved as well as the village,
because he had pulled in the name of God.

"The rock did not split entirely. It broke apart just enough to let
out a tiny stream of water, which began to flow down the mountainside.

"When the boy came to his senses, the sky was clear and beautiful
once more. The sun was shining brigh