Hans pulled himself together and got upon his feet, feeling very vexed.  »Poor work, riding,«  said he,  »especially on a jade like this, who starts off and throws you before you know where you are, going near to break your neck; never shall I try that game again.  Now, your cow is something worth having.  One can jog on comfortably after her and have her milk, butter, and cheese every day;  what a bargain.  What would I not give to have such a cow!«—»Well now,«  said the peasant,  »since it will be doing you such a favor, I don't mind exchanging my cow for your horse.«  Hans agreed most joyfully and the peasant, swinging him­self into the saddle, was soon out of sight.