he was to poke the fire under the kettles wherein the hell-broth was stewing, keep the house clean, drive all the sweepings behind the doors, and see that everything was in order, but if he once peeped into the kettles, it would go ill with him. the soldier said, "good, i will take care." and then the old devil went out again on his wanderings, and the soldier entered upon his new duties, made the fire, and swept the dirt well behind the doors, just as he had been bidden. when the old devil came back again, he looked to see if all had been done, appeared satisfied, and went forth a second time. the soldier now took a good look on every side; the kettles were standing all round hell with a mighty fire below them, and inside they were boiling and sputtering. he would have given anything to look inside them, if the devil had not so particularly forbidden him: at last, he could no longer restrain himself, slightly raised the lid of the first kettle, and peeped in, and there he saw his former corporal shut in. "aha, old bird!" said he, "do i meet you here? you once had me in your power, now i have you," and he quickly let the lid fall, poked the fire, and added a fresh log. after that, he went to the second kettle, raised its lid also a little, and peeped in; his former ensign was in that. "aha, old bird, so i find you here! you once had me in your power, now i have you." he closed the lid again, and fetched yet another log to make it really hot. then he wanted to see who might be sitting up in the third kettle it was actually be but a general. "aha, old bird, do i meet you here? once you had me in your power, now i have you." and he fetched the bellows and made hell-fire blaze right under him. so he did his work seven years in hell, did not wash, comb, or trim himself, or cut his hair or nails, or wash the water out of his eyes, and the seven years seemed so short to him that he thought he had only been half a year. now when the time had fully gone by, the devil came and said, "well hans, what have you done?" "i poked the fire under the kettles, and i have swept all the dirt well behind the doors."