the weary tailor needed no rocking; but slept sweetly till morning, but even then would not have thought of getting up, if he had not been aroused by a great noise. a violent sound of screaming and roaring forced its way through the thin walls of the hut. the tailor, full of unwonted courage, jumped up, put his clothes on in haste, and hurried out. then close by the hut, he saw a great black bull and a beautiful stag, which were just preparing for a violent struggle. they rushed at each other with such extreme rage that the ground shook with their trampling, and the air resounded with their cries. for a long time it was uncertain which of the two would gain the victory; at length the stag thrust his horns into his adversary’s body, whereupon the bull fell to the earth with a terrific roar, and was thoroughly despatched by a few strokes from the stag.