there was once a young huntsman who went into the forest to lie in wait. he had a fresh and joyous heart, and as he was going thither, whistling upon a leaf, an ugly old crone came up, who spoke to him and said, "good-day, dear huntsman, truly you are merry and contented, but i am suffering from hunger and thirst, do give me an alms." the huntsman had compassion on the poor old creature, felt in his pocket, and gave her what he could afford. he was then about to go further, but the old woman stopped him and said, "listen, dear huntsman, to what i tell you; i will make you a present in return for your kindness. go on your way now, but in a little while you will come to a tree, whereon nine birds are sitting which have a cloak in their claws, and are plucking at it; take your gun and shoot into the midst of them, they will let the cloak fall down to you, but one of the birds will be hurt, and will drop down dead. carry away the cloak, it is a wishing-cloak; when you throw it over your shoulders, you only have to wish to be in a certain place, and you will be there in the twinkling of an eye. take out the heart of the dead bird and swallow it whole, and every morning early, when you get up, you will find a gold piece under your pillow."