"SHE TOOK FROM HER POCKET AN IVORY WHISTLE."
Full of confidence, however, in what he regarded as a good genie, he went next day to the palace, and said to the King:
"I accept, sir, and have come in search of the hares to lead them to the meadow."
On hearing this, the King rose, and said to his Minister of the Interior:
"Have all the hares turned out of the stable."
The young shepherd placed himself on the threshold of the door to count them; but the first was already far away when the last was set at liberty; so much so, that when he reached the meadow he had not a single hare with him.
He sat himself down pensively, not daring to believe in the virtue of his whistle. However, he had no other resource, and placing the whistle to his lips he blew into it with all his might.
"HE BLEW WITH ALL HIS MIGHT."