Hans
pulled himself together and got upon his feet, feeling very vexed. »Poor work,
riding,« said he, »especially on a jade like this, who starts off and throws
you before you know where you are, going near to break your neck; never shall I
try that game again. Now, your cow is something worth having. One can jog on
comfortably after her and have her milk, butter, and cheese every day; what a
bargain. What would I not give to have such a cow!«—»Well now,« said the
peasant, »since it will be doing you such a favor, I don't mind exchanging my
cow for your horse.« Hans agreed most joyfully and the peasant, swinging
himself into the saddle, was soon out of sight.