“In the name of the Lord, get into my sack.”
In a moment the Evil One was in the sack, and St. Christopher tied the string, and took him to a blacksmith, and requested the use of a hammer.
Then St. Christopher and the smith hammered the Evil One as thin as a penny.
“I own I am beaten,” said a voice from the sack. “Now let me out.”
“On one condition,” said the saint.
“Name it.”
“That you will never trouble me again.”
“I promise.”
The ferry-man now began to lead a life of charity. He never thought of himself, but lived wholly for others; and every one loved him, and all that were in distress came to him for comfort.
One day he died, full of years, and, taking with him his wonderful sack, he started for the gates of Paradise.