’Well, the man pressed him for a while; and at last he said the fair might be a bad one, and maybe he might as well chance the bottle and go home.  So he took the bottle and gave the cow in place of it, and went home.

’When his wife knew what he had done, she went near losing her wits; and she called him all the names; and the children were crying with the hunger.  And the poor man didn’t know what to do; and he sat down, and he put the bottle on the table and opened it.

’And as soon as he did that, two men came out of it, and they began to lay a cloth, and to set out every sort of food on it.  And the man and his wife and the children sat down and eat their fill.

’And everything the farmer would wish for after that, he had but to open the bottle and the two men would come out, and would bring him what he wanted.  So he grew to be rich, and the neighbours heard how he came by his money.  And his landlord got word of it, and he came and asked would he sell the bottle to him.

’But he refused to part with it; but after a while the landlord got him to his own house, and gave him drink; and, not being in his clear senses, he consented to give up the bottle for four acres of good land.

’But after a while he had all his riches spent, and someway nothing went well with him; and at last he found himself the same way he was before, with but one cow left of all his stock, and the children crying with hunger.

’So he set off with the one cow; and he went to the same place he met with the man with the bottle before, and he was there before him.  And he told him all that had happened, and the way it was with him now; and the man gave him another bottle, and brought away the cow.

’So he hurried back home with the bottle, and set it on the table and drew the cork, and the children were waiting round the table for the good dinner they would have.  But when the bottle was opened, two men came out with blackthorns in their hands, and they began to beat the farmer and his wife and all about them; and it was blows the poor children got in place of food.

’Well, as soon as the men went into the bottle again, the farmer put in the cork, and he went away to the landlord’s house.  And there was a great ball going on there; and the farmer asked could he see the landlord.

’So he came down to him, and the farmer said he had got a new bottle, and that maybe the ladies and gentlemen would like to see all it would do.  So the landlord agreed, and brought him up to the ballroom, and he put down the bottle and opened the cork.  And when it was open, the two men came out with their blackthorns, and they began to hit at the ladies and gentlemen near them, and to beat them, till they ran to hide in every corner.  And the landlord called out for them to stop, but the farmer said they would not till he would get his own bottle again.

’So they gave it to him then, and he went home bringing the two bottles with him.  And he lived in plenty ever after till he died.