needle behind her.
In a moment it became an iron mountain between them and their enemy.

'We will break it down, my dog and I,' cried the ogre in a rage, and
they dashed at the mountain till they had forced a path through, and
came ever nearer and nearer.

'Cousin!' said Dschemila suddenly.

'What is it?'

'The ogre is coming after us with his dog.'

'You go on in front then,' answered he; and they both ran on as fast as
they could, while the ogre and the dog drew always nearer and nearer.

'They are close upon us!' cried the maiden, glancing behind, 'you must
throw the pin.'

So Dschemil took the pin from his cloak and threw it behind him, and a
dense thicket of thorns sprang up round them, which the ogre and his dog
could not pass through.

'I will get through it somehow, if I burrow underground,' cried he, and
very soon he and the dog were on the other side.

'Cousin,' said Dschemila, 'they are close to us now.'

'Go on in front, and fear nothing,' replied Dschemil.

So she ran on a little way, and then stopped.

'He is only a few yards away now,' she said, and Dschemil flung the
hatchet on the ground, and it turned into a lake.

'I will drink, and my dog shall drink, till it is dry,' shrieked the
ogre, and the dog drank so much that it burst and died. But the ogre
did not stop for that, and soon the whole lake was nearly dry. Then he
exclaimed, 'Dschemila, let your head become a donkey's head, and your
hair fur!'

But when it was done, Dschemil looked at her in horror, and said, 'She
is really a donkey, and not a woman at all!'

And he left her, and went home.

For two days poor Dschemila wandered about alone, weeping bitterly.
When her cousin drew near his native town, he began to think over his
conduct, and to feel ashamed of himself.

'Perhaps by this time she has changed back to her proper shape,' he said
to himself, 'I will go and see!'

So he made all the haste he could, and at last he saw her seated on a
rock, trying to keep off the wolves, who longed to have her for dinner.
He drove them off and said, 'Get up, dear cousin, you have had a narrow
escape.'

Dschemila stood up and answered, 'Bravo, my friend. You persuaded me to
fly with you, and then left me helplessly to my fate.'

'Shall I tell you the truth?' asked he.

'Tell it.'

'I thought you were a witch, and I was afraid of you.'

'Did you not see me before my transformation? and did you not watch it
happen under your ver