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 "Come away with me, father, to the races."

The old man went with him, and when they were near the race-course, the son said: "Stop here till I tell you this: I 'll make myself into the best horse that 's here to-day, and do you take me to the place where the races are to be, and when you take me in, I 'll open my mouth, trying to kill and eat every man that 'll be near me, I 'll have such life and swiftness; and do you find a rider for me that 'll ride me, and don't let me go till the other horses are far ahead on the course. Then let me go. I 'll come up to them, and I 'll run ahead of them and win the race. After that every rich man there will want to buy me of you; but don't you sell me to any man for less than five hundred pounds; and be sure you get that price for me. And when you have the gold, and you are giving me up, take the bit out of my mouth, and don't sell the bridle for any money. Then come to this spot, shake the bridle, and I 'll be here in my own form before you."

The son made himself a horse, and the old fisherman took him to the race. He reared and snorted, trying to take the head off every man that came near him.

The old man shouted for a rider. A rider came; he mounted the horse and held him in. The old man did n't let him start till the other