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but on the following night he sat up again, when she came, and said once more :

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Say, how is my baby, and how is my fawn?
For the last time I come, and shall vanish at dawn.”

The king could now restrain himself no longer, and jumped up, crying, “ You can be no other than my dear wife.” “Yes,” replied she, “I am your dear wife ;” and at the same moment she was restored to life, and was once more rosy and full of health.

She then related to the king the crime the abominable witch and her daughter had committed. The king caused them both to be delivered up to justice, and the daughter was condemned to be carried into the forest, where the wild beasts tore her to pieces the moment they saw her, while the wicked old hag was burnt for a witch. sooner had the Aames consumed her, than the fawn recovered his human shape, and the brother and sister were happy ever after to the end of their days.

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Hans had served his master for seven long years, when he said to him : “ Master, my time is now up, so please to give me my wages, as I wish to return home to my mother.” The

master answered: “ You have served me like a trusty, honest fellow, as you are, and such as your services have been, so shall be your hire.”

And thereupon he gave him a piece of gold as large as Hans' head. Hans took a cloth and rolled up the lump of gold, and slung it over his shoulder, and began to trudge home. As he went along, and kept setting one foot before the other, he happened to come up with a traveller, who was riding at a brisk pace on a lively horse.

« Oh, what a delightful thing it is to ride !” cried Hans aloud: “it is every bit as good as sitting on a chair ; one doesn't knock one's toes against the stones, and one saves one's shoes ; and yet one gets on, one hardly knows how.”

The man on horseback having heard these wise reflections, cried out to him, “ Nay, then, Hans, why do you go on foot ?"

“Why, you see, I am obliged to carry this lump home,” replied Hans, “and gold though it be, it bothers me sadly, as I am obliged to hold my head on one side, and it weighs so heavily on my shoulder.”

“ I'll tell you what,” said the rider, stopping his horse, “ we can make a bargain. Suppose I were to give you my horse, and you were to let me have your lump in exchange."

“ That I will, and thank you too,” said Hans ; “but I remind you that you

will have to drag it along as best you may.' The traveller got down from his horse, and took the lump of gold, and then helped Hans to mount ; and having placed the bridle in his hand, said to him, “ When you want to go very fast, you have only to smack your tongue, and cry, `Hop! hop!”

Hans was in great delight, as he sat on the horse, and found he rode along so easily and so pleasantly. After awhile, however, he fancied he should like to go a little quicker, so he began to smack his tongue, and to shout “Hop ! hop !”

The horse set off at a brisk trot, and before Hans had time to collect his thoughts, he was pitched into a ditch that divided the main road from the adjoining fields. The horse would have cleared the ditch at a bound, had he not been stopped by a peasant, who was driving a cow along the same road, and happened to come up with the luckless rider just at this moment. Hans crawled out of the ditch as best he might, and got upon his legs again. But he was sorely vexed, and observed to the peasant that riding was no joke, especially when one had to do with a troublesome beast that thought nothing of kicking, and plunging, and breaking a man's neck; and that nobody should ever catch him again attempting to mount such a dangerous animal. Then he concluded by

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