up to the handles. But the man held fast to what he had in his two hands, gave a pull, and dragged the plough and six of the bullocks out of the belly of the serpent. The seventh one remained inside. The serpent went at him and they fought for seven days and nights. At the end of that time the serpent was as tame as a cat, and the man drove him and the six bullocks home before him.
When he was in sight of Fin's castle, the sentry at the gate ran in and cried: "That cowherd is coming with the size of a mountain before him!" "Run out," said Conán Maol, "and tell him to tie the serpent to that oak out there."
They ran out, and the man tied the serpent to the oak-tree, then came in and had a good supper.
Next morning the man went out to herd cows as before. "Well," said Conán Maol to Fin, "if you don't put this man to death, he 'll destroy you and me and all the Fenians of Erin."
"How could I put such a man to death?"
"There is," said Conán, "a bullock in the north of Erin, and he drives fog out of himself for seven days and then he draws it in for seven other days. To-morrow is the last day for drawing it in. If any one man comes near, he 'll swallow him alive."
When the cowherd came to supper in the even-
