It had no more effect upon him than to make him
take a great leap and butt at the baker, which sent
him to the ground on his back, and made his rantipole
fly some yards from him. The goat now took his
stand on the baker, and was the unquestioned con-
queror and tyrant of the place. The baker now, in
his turn, cried for help ten times louder than the oUL



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woman, who had gathered up her crazy limbs, and,
with many a wild glance sent backwards from time
to time, and many a groan both of pain and fear,
made her escape into the blacksmith's shop. The
baker cried for help, and there were plenty to hear
but none to rescue him. Who would tempt his fete ?
The very baker that cried for help was a living warn-
ing against such rashness. It was for some time a
very nice question what was to be the end of it.
The blacksmith wished he had his great hammer at
his head, but he never offered to take it there. Poor
old Hannah Sales, the old dame who had escaped,
kept crying, * For Gt)d's sake help the poor man ; he
has saved my life,. and now he'll be killed himself.
