He ran away into the village to the pastor, and said, “ Mr. Pastor, the devil is in your turnip-ground, rooting up turnips.”

“Ah, heavens,” answered the pastor, “I have a lame foot, I cannot go out and drive him away.”

Said the man, “Then I will carry you on my back,” and he carried him out on his back. And when they came to the ground, Catherine arose and stood up her full height.

“Ah, the devil!” cried the pastor, and both hurried away, and in his great fright the pastor could run better with his lame foot than the man who had carried him on his back could do with his sound one.