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Updated: July 10, 2025
When the farmer rode Feetgong he could make him go like the wind, none faster, and that without beating him, either. Then when the farmer wished him to stop Feetgong would stand as still as though he were frozen to the ground; no one could make him budge. But if any one other than the farmer rode him, then it was quite different.
Ashipattle's father and brothers were planning to go with the rest, but his mother and sister wept, and said they would not see it for anything in the world. Now Ashipattle's father had a horse named Feetgong, and he was not much to look at. Nevertheless the farmer treasured him, and it was not often he would let any one use him but himself.
"You have never told me about Feetgong; you have never told me why it is that he goes like the wind whenever you mount him, and when any one else rides him he is so slow there is no getting anywhere with him." Then she began to sob as if her heart would break. "You do not trust me," said she. "Wait, wait!" cried the Goodman.
He took that and he took a pot of burning peat, and covered it over so it would keep hot; and he took also a big kitchen knife. Then he went out and led Feetgong from the stable. He sprang upon his back and slapped him on the right shoulder, and away they went. The noise awoke the goodman and he jumped from bed and ran to the window. There was some one riding away on his dear Feetgong.
Then he called out at the top of his voice: "Hie! Hie! Ho! Feetgong, whoa!" When Feetgong heard his master calling he stopped and stood stockstill. But Ashipattle whipped out the dried windpipe of the goose and blew upon it, and away went Feetgong like the wind; none could go faster. No one could overtake them.
"When I want Feetgong to go moderately fast I slap him on the right shoulder; when I want him to stop I slap him on the left shoulder, and when I want him to go like the wind I blow upon the dried windpipe of a goose that I always carry in the right-hand pocket of my coat." "Now indeed I know that you love me when you tell me this," said his wife. And then she went to sleep, for she was satisfied.
All who chose to come were welcome, and all was mirth and rejoicing. The honest farmer, Ashipattle's father, and his mother and his sister and his brothers heard of the feast and put on their best clothes and came, but the farmer had no Feetgong to ride.
Feetgong would jog along, and not even a beating would drive him faster, and then if one wanted him to stop that was as hard to do as it was to start him. Ashipattle was sure there was some secret about this; that his father had a way to make him go that no one knew about; but what that way was he could not find out.
Ashipattle looked out across the water, and he could see the black back of the beast rising out of the sea like a long low mountain. He lighted down from Feetgong and called across the water to the boatman, "Hello, friend! How fares it with you out there?" "Bitterly, bitterly!" answered the boatman.
The day before the beauteous Gemlovely was to be sacrificed Ashipattle said to his mother, "Tell me something; how is it that Feetgong will not go for you or my brothers or any one, but when my father mounts him he goes like the wind, none faster?" Then his mother answered, "Indeed, I do not know."
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