o me as a son," said she, "and you shall
live here always and never leave me."

Jean Malin was very happy when the lady said that to him. Nevertheless,
when he thought of Mr. Bulbul, he could not feel easy in his mind. He
was sure the bull would try to revenge itself on him in some way or
other. He kept away from the pasture, and wherever he went he was
always looking around to see whether the bull were anywhere in sight.

At last he grew so afraid that he determined to go and talk to a black
man he knew who dealt in magic. He found the man sitting at the door
of his hut, making magic with a horsehair and a snakeskin, and some
ground-up glass. Jean Malin, told him everything that had happened,
about the bull, and how it had changed itself into a man and had come
to visit the lady, and about the magic words, and how he had forced
the man to turn back into a bull again. "And now," said he, "I am
afraid, for I think he means harm to me."

"You do well to be afraid," said the black man. "Bulbul will certainly
try to do you harm. He knows much magic, but my magic is stronger than
his magic, and I will help you. Get me three owl's eggs and a cup of
black goat's milk and bring them here."

Jean Malin went away and got the three owl's eggs and the cup of black
goat's milk, though they were things not easy to find, and then he
brought them to the black man.

The black man took them from him and rolled the owl's eggs in the milk
and made magic over them. Then he gave them back to the boy. "Keep
these by you all the time," said he. "Then if the bull comes after you
do thus and so, and this and the other, and you will have no more
trouble with him."

Jean Malin thanked the black man and gave him a piece of silver, and
went away with the eggs tied up in his handkerchief.

It was a good thing he had them. He had not gone more than halfway
home, and was just coming out from a wood, when he heard a big noise,
and the bull burst out of a thicket and came charging down on him.

But quick as a flash Jean Malin put the eggs in his mouth and climbed
up a tree, and the eggs were not broken.

The bull galloped up and struck the tree with its horns. "You think
you are safe, but I will soon have you down," it cried.

It dropped down on its knees and muttered magic, but Jean could not
hear what it said. Then the bull changed into a man with an ax in his
hands and began to chop down the tree. Gip, gop! Gip, gop! The chips
flew and the