band. "Have I not treated you
well in all these years? Have I not shown my love in every way?"

"Yes, but you do not trust me," said his wife. "You do not tell me
what is in your heart."

"What have I not told you?"

"You have never told me about Feetgong; you have never told me why it
is that he goes like the wind whenever you mount him, and when any one
else rides him he is so slow there is no getting anywhere with him."
Then she began to sob as if her heart would break. "You do not trust
me," said she.

"Wait, wait!" cried the Goodman. "That is a secret I had never thought
to tell any one, but since you have set your heart on knowing--listen!
Only you must promise not to tell a living soul what I tell you now."

His wife promised.

"Then this is it," said her husband. "When I want Feetgong to go
moderately fast I slap him on the right shoulder; when I want him to
stop I slap him on the left shoulder, and when I want him to go like
the wind I blow upon the dried windpipe of a goose that I always carry
in the right-hand pocket of my coat."

"Now indeed I know that you love me when you tell me this," said his
wife. And then she went to sleep, for she was satisfied.

Ashipattle waited until near morning, and then he arose and dressed
himself. He put on the coat of one brother, and the breeches of
another, and the shoes of a third, and so on, for his own clothes were
nothing but rags. He felt in the right-hand pocket of his father's
coat, and there, sure enough, he found the dried windpipe of a goose.
He took that and he took a pot of burning peat, and covered it over so
it would keep hot; and he took also a big kitchen knife. Then he went
out and led Feetgong from the stable. He sprang upon his back and
slapped him on the right shoulder, and away they went.

The noise awoke the goodman and he jumped from bed and ran to the
window. There was some one riding away on his dear Feetgong. Then he
called out at the top of his voice:

"Hie! Hie! Ho!
Feetgong, whoa!"

When Feetgong heard his master calling he stopped and stood stockstill.
But Ashipattle whipped out the dried windpipe of the goose and blew
upon it, and away went Feetgong like the wind; none could go faster. No
one could overtake them.

After a while, and not so long either, they came to the seashore, and
there, a little way out from the shore, lay the King's own boat with
the boatman in it. He was