‘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