ouse, but the creature followed him,
invisible to every one else.

From this hour everything went wrong with the farmer which he undertook.
His land produced nothing but weeds, his cattle all died, his sheds
fell in, and if he took anything up, it broke in his hand. Neither man
nor maid would work in his house, and at last all the people held aloof
from him, as from an evil spirit who brought misfortune wherever he
appeared.

Autumn came, and the farmer looked like a shadow, when one day he met
old Michel, who saluted him, and looked scoffingly in his face.

"Oh, it's you," cried the farmer angrily. "It is good that I have met
you, you hell-hound. Where are all your fine promises of wealth and good
luck? I have sold myself to the devil, and I find a hell on earth
already. But all this is your doing!"

"Quiet, quiet!" said the old man. "Who told you to meddle with evil
things if you had not courage? I gave you fair warning. But you showed
yourself a coward at the last moment, and released the creature from
your service. If you had not done this, you might have become a rich and
prosperous man, as I promised you."

"But you never saw the horrible face of the creature when he came to
life," said the farmer in anguish. "Oh, what a fool I was to allow
myself to be tempted by you!"

"I did not tempt you; I only told you what I knew."

"Help me now."

"Help yourself, for I can't. Haven't I more reason to complain of you
than you of me? I have not deceived you; but where is my reward, and the
fine life you promised me? You are the deceiver."

"All right! all right! Only tell me how I can save myself, and advise me
what to do. I will perform everything."

"No," said the old man, "I have no further advice to give you. I am
still a beggar, and it is all your fault;" and he turned round and left
him.

"Curse upon you!" cried the farmer, whose last hope had vanished.

"But can't I save myself in any way?" said he to himself. "This creature
who sits with the Devil on my neck is after all nothing but my own work,
a thing of wood and potsherds. I must needs be able to destroy him, if I
set about it right."

He ran to his house, where he now lived quite alone. There stood the
creature in a corner, grinning, and asking, "Where's my dinner?"

"What shall I give you to get rid of you?"

"Where's my dinner? Get my dinner, quick. I'm hungry."

"Wait a little; you shall have it presently."

Then the farmer took up a pine