once on a time there was an old widow who had one son; and as she was poorly and weak, her son had to go up into the safe to fetch meal for cooking; but when he got outside the safe, and was just going down the steps, there came the north wind puffing and blowing, caught up the meal, and so away with it through the air. then the lad went back into the safe for more; but when he came out again on the steps, if the north wind didn't come again and carry off the meal with a puff: