and thought. He tried
to remember the exact words the bull had said when he turned himself
into a man, but he could not be sure about them. So the next day he
went out and hid himself behind the rocks again, taking care, as
before, that the bull should not see him. The bull's head was down,
and it was eating grass.

[Illustration: Seeing no one, the creature dropped on its knees and
bellowed, "Beau Madjam!"]

Soon, however, it raised its head and looked all about it. Seeing no
one, the creature dropped on its knees and bellowed, "Beau Madjam, fat
Madjam, djam, djam, djara, djara!" At once the bull became a man and
walked away in the direction of the lady's house.

Jean Malin followed, being careful to keep out of sight, and as he
went he kept saying over and over to himself, "Beau Madjam, fat
Madjam, djam, djam, djara, djara, Beau Madjam, fat Madjam, djam, djam,
djara, djara!" He said it over and over, so that he should not forget
any least word of it.

When Jean Malin reached home Mr. Bulbul was in the salon with his
mistress; Jean could hear them talking together there; his mistress's
voice very fine and clear and then Mr. Bulbul's big, deep voice.

Jean Malin took a tray of cakes and wine and carried it into the salon
just as though his mistress had ordered him to do so. The lady was
surprised to see him coming with the tray, but she said, "That is
right, Jean. Offer the cake and wine to Mr. Bulbul."

Jean Malin went over to Mr. Bulbul, close in front of him, and then he
said in a low voice, as though to himself, "Beau Madjam, fat Madjam,
djam, djam, djara, djara!"

Such a noise you never heard. The fine Mr. Bulbul bellowed aloud and
jumped up, smashing his chair and knocking the tray with all the
plates and glasses and everything out of Jean Malin's hands. The lady
shrieked and almost fainted. Then, right there before her, Mr.
Bulbul's head grew long and hairy, horns sprouted from his forehead,
his arms turned into legs, and his hands and feet into hoofs, and he
became a bull and all his clothes fell off him,--his trousers and coat
and vest and eyeglasses and collar and everything. He galloped across
the salon in a fright, his hoofs clattering on the floor, and burst
out through the glass door so fast that he carried it away on his
horns and back into the pasture with him.

Then the lady knew that everything Jean Malin had told her was true,
and she could not thank him enough.

"Now you shall indeed be t