And then Hans, having watched them disappear, jumped for joy and thanked his stars that he had been so lucky as to get rid of the stones that had weighed upon him so long without any effort of his own.  When the village where his mother lived appeared on the horizon, he knelt down with happiness and thanked God with tear-stained eyes that he was to come home in the end.  »I really think,«  cried he,  »I am the luckiest man under the sun.«