But Hans was cunning.  “I will see what makes brother Claus so well-off in the world all of a sudden,” said he; so he smeared the inside of the quart-pot with bird-lime.

Then Claus measured his gold and silver money in Hans’s quart-pot, and when he was done with it he sent it back again.  But more went back with the quart-pot than came with it, for two gold-pieces stuck to the birdlime, and it was these that went back with the pot to brother Hans.

[Illustration:  Hans discovers Claus’s Luck]

“What!” cried Hans, “has that stupid Claus found so much money that he has to measure it in a quart-pot?  We must see the inside of this business!” So off he went to Claus’s house, and there he found Claus sitting in the sun and smoking his pipe, just as though he owned all of the world.

“Where did you get all that money, Claus?” said Hans.

Oh!  Claus could not tell him that.

But Hans was bound to know all about it, so he begged and begged so prettily that at last Claus had to tell him everything.  Then, of course, nothing would do but Hans must have a try with the hazel staff also.

Well, Claus made no words at that.  He was a good-natured fellow, and surely there was enough for both.  So the upshot of the matter was that Hans marched off with the hazel staff.

But Hans was no such simpleton as Claus; no, not he.  Oh no, he would not take all that trouble for two poor pocketfuls of money.  He would have a bagful; no, he would have two bagfuls.  So he slung two meal sacks over his shoulder, and off he started for the hill back of Herr Axel’s house.

When he came to the stone he knocked upon it, and it opened to him just as it had done for Claus.  Down he went into the pit, and there sat the little old manikin, just as he had done from the very first.

“How do you find yourself, Hans?” said the little old manikin.

Oh, Hans found himself very well.  Might he have some of the money that stood around the room in the sacks?

Yes, that he might; only remember to take the best away with him.

Prut! teach a dog to eat sausages.  Hans would see that he took the best, trust him for that.  So he filled the bags full of gold, and never touched the silver—­for, surely, gold is better than anything else in the world, says Hans to himself.  So, when he had filled his two bags with gold, and had shaken the pieces well down, he flung the one over one shoulder, and the other over the other, and then he had as much as he could carry.  As for the staff of witch-hazel, he let it lie where it was, for he only had two hands and they were both full.

But Hans never got his two bags of gold away from the vault, for just as he was leaving—­bang! came the stone together, and caught him as though he was a mouse in the door; and that was an end of him.  That happened because he left the witch-hazel behind.

That was the way in which Claus came to lose his magic staff; but that did not matter much, for he had enough to live on and to spare.  So he married the daughter of the Herr Baron (for he might marry whom he chose, now that he was rich), and after that he lived as happy as a fly on the warm chimney.