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ants, and the grateful creatures had by great industry picked
up all the millet-seed and gathered them into the sacks.
Presently the king's daughter herself came down into the garden,
and was amazed to see that the young man had done the task she
had given him. But she could not yet conquer her proud heart,
and said, although he has performed both the tasks, he shall not
be my husband until he has brought me an apple from the tree of
life. The youth did not know where the tree of life stood, but
he set out, and would have gone on for ever, as long as his legs
would carry him, though he had no hope of finding it. After he
had wandered through three kingdoms, he came one evening to a
wood, and lay down under a tree to sleep. But he heard a
rustling in the branches, and a golden apple fell into his hand.
At the same time three ravens flew down to him, perched themselves
upon his knee, and said, we are the three young ravens whom
you saved from starving, when we had grown big, and heard that
you were seeking the golden apple, we flew over the sea to the
end of the world, where the tree of life stands, and have brought
you the apple. The youth, full of joy, set out homewards, and
took the golden apple to the king's beautiful daughter, who had
no more excuses left to make. They cut the apple of life in two
and ate it together, and then her heart became full of love for
him, and they lived in undisturbed happiness to a great age.
One summer's morning a little tailor was sitting on his table
by the window, he was in good spirits, and sewed with all his
might. Then came a peasant woman down the street crying, good
jams, cheap. Good jams, cheap. This rang pleasantly in the
tailor's ears, he stretched his delicate head out of the
window, and called, come up here, dear woman, here you will get
rid of your goods. The woman came up the three steps to the
tailor with her heavy basket, and he made her unpack all the pots
for him. He inspected each one, lifted it up, put his nose to it,
and at length said, the jam seems to me to be good, so weigh me
out four ounces, dear woman, and if it is a quarter of a pound
that is of no consequence. The woman who had hoped to find a
good sale, gave him what he desired, but went away quite angry
and grumbling. Now, this jam shall be blessed by God, cried the
little tailor, and give me health and strength. So he brought
the bread out of the cupboard, cut himself a piece right across
the loaf and spread the jam over it. This won't taste bitter,
said he, but I will just finish the jacket before I take a bite.
He laid the bread near him, sewed on, and in his joy, made bigger
and bigger stitches. In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam
rose to where the flies were sitting in great numbers, and they
were attracted and descended on it in hosts. HI, who invited you,
said the little tailor, and drove the unbidden guests away. The
flies, however, who understood no german, would not be turned
away, but came back again in ever-increasing companies. The
little tailor at last lost all patience,
and drew a piece of cloth from the hole under his work-table, and
saying, wait, and I will give it to you, struck it mercilessly
on them. When he drew it away and counted, there lay before him
no fewer than seven, dead and with legs stretched out. Are you a
fellow of that sort, said he, and could not help admiring his own
bravery. The whole town shall know of this. And the little tailor
hastened to cut himself a girdle, stitched it, and embroidered on
it in large letters, seven at one stroke. What, the town, he
continued, the whole world shall hear of it. And his heart
wagged with joy like a lamb's tail. The tailor put on the girdle,
and resolved to go forth into the world, because he thought his
workshop was too small for his valor. Before he went away, he
sought about in the house to see if there was anything which he
could take with him, however, he found nothing but an old cheese,
and that he put in his pocket. In front of the door he observed a
bird which had caught itself in the thicket. It had to go into his
pocket with the cheese. Now he took to the road boldly, and as he
was light and nimble, he felt no fatigue. The road led him up a
mountain, and when he had reached the highest point of it, there
sat a powerful giant looking peacefully about him. The little
tailor went bravely up, spoke to him, and said, good day, comrade,
so you are sitting there overlooking the wide-spread world. I am
just on my way thither, and want to try my luck. Have you any
inclination to go with me. The giant looked contemptuously at the
tailor, and said, you ragamuffin. You miserable creature.
Oh, indeed, answered the little tailor, and unbuttoned his coat,
and showed the giant the girdle, there may you read what kind of
a man I am. The giant read, seven at one stroke. And thought
that they had been men whom the tailor had killed, and began to
feel a little respect for the tiny fellow. Nevertheless, he
wished to try him first, and took a stone in his hand and
squeezed it together so that water dropped out of it. Do that
likewise, said the giant, if you have strength. Is that all, said
the tailor, that is child's play with us, and put his hand into his
pocket, brought out the soft cheese, and pressed it until the
liquid ran out
of it. Faith, said he, that was a little better, wasn't it. The
giant did not know what to say, and could not believe it of the
little man. Then the giant picked up a stone and threw it so high
that the eye could scarcely follow it. Now, little mite of a man,
do that likewise. Well thrown, said the tailor, but after all the
stone came down to earth again, I will throw you one which shall
never come back at all. And he put his hand into his pocket,
took out the bird, and threw it into the air. The bird,
delighted with its liberty, rose, flew away and did not come
back. How does that shot please you, comrade, asked the tailor.
You can certainly throw, said the giant, but now we will see if
you are able to carry anything properly. He took the little
tailor to a mighty oak tree which lay there felled on the ground,
and said, if you are strong enough, help me to carry the tree out
of the forest. Readily, answered the little man, take the trunk

ants, and the grateful creatures had by great industry picked

up all the millet-seed and gathered them into the sacks.

Presently the king's daughter herself came down into the garden,

and was amazed to see that the young man had done the task she

had given him. But she could not yet conquer her proud heart,

and said, although he has performed both the tasks, he shall not

be my husband until he has brought me an apple from the tree of

life. The youth did not know where the tree of life stood, but

he set out, and would have gone on for ever, as long as his legs

would carry him, though he had no hope of finding it. After he

had wandered through three kingdoms, he came one evening to a

wood, and lay down under a tree to sleep. But he heard a

rustling in the branches, and a golden apple fell into his hand.

At the same time three ravens flew down to him, perched themselves

upon his knee, and said, we are the three young ravens whom

you saved from starving, when we had grown big, and heard that

you were seeking the golden apple, we flew over the sea to the

end of the world, where the tree of life stands, and have brought

you the apple. The youth, full of joy, set out homewards, and

took the golden apple to the king's beautiful daughter, who had

no more excuses left to make. They cut the apple of life in two

and ate it together, and then her heart became full of love for

him, and they lived in undisturbed happiness to a great age.

One summer's morning a little tailor was sitting on his table

by the window, he was in good spirits, and sewed with all his

might. Then came a peasant woman down the street crying, good

jams, cheap. Good jams, cheap. This rang pleasantly in the

tailor's ears, he stretched his delicate head out of the

window, and called, come up here, dear woman, here you will get

rid of your goods. The woman came up the three steps to the

tailor with her heavy basket, and he made her unpack all the pots

for him. He inspected each one, lifted it up, put his nose to it,

and at length said, the jam seems to me to be good, so weigh me

out four ounces, dear woman, and if it is a quarter of a pound

that is of no consequence. The woman who had hoped to find a

good sale, gave him what he desired, but went away quite angry

and grumbling. Now, this jam shall be blessed by God, cried the

little tailor, and give me health and strength. So he brought

the bread out of the cupboard, cut himself a piece right across

the loaf and spread the jam over it. This won't taste bitter,

said he, but I will just finish the jacket before I take a bite.

He laid the bread near him, sewed on, and in his joy, made bigger

and bigger stitches. In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam

rose to where the flies were sitting in great numbers, and they

were attracted and descended on it in hosts. HI, who invited you,

said the little tailor, and drove the unbidden guests away. The

flies, however, who understood no german, would not be turned

away, but came back again in ever-increasing companies. The

little tailor at last lost all patience,

and drew a piece of cloth from the hole under his work-table, and

saying, wait, and I will give it to you, struck it mercilessly

on them. When he drew it away and counted, there lay before him

no fewer than seven, dead and with legs stretched out. Are you a

fellow of that sort, said he, and could not help admiring his own

bravery. The whole town shall know of this. And the little tailor

hastened to cut himself a girdle, stitched it, and embroidered on

it in large letters, seven at one stroke. What, the town, he

continued, the whole world shall hear of it. And his heart

wagged with joy like a lamb's tail. The tailor put on the girdle,

and resolved to go forth into the world, because he thought his

workshop was too small for his valor. Before he went away, he

sought about in the house to see if there was anything which he

could take with him, however, he found nothing but an old cheese,

and that he put in his pocket. In front of the door he observed a

bird which had caught itself in the thicket. It had to go into his

pocket with the cheese. Now he took to the road boldly, and as he

was light and nimble, he felt no fatigue. The road led him up a

mountain, and when he had reached the highest point of it, there

sat a powerful giant looking peacefully about him. The little

tailor went bravely up, spoke to him, and said, good day, comrade,

so you are sitting there overlooking the wide-spread world. I am

just on my way thither, and want to try my luck. Have you any

inclination to go with me. The giant looked contemptuously at the

tailor, and said, you ragamuffin. You miserable creature.

Oh, indeed, answered the little tailor, and unbuttoned his coat,

and showed the giant the girdle, there may you read what kind of

a man I am. The giant read, seven at one stroke. And thought

that they had been men whom the tailor had killed, and began to

feel a little respect for the tiny fellow. Nevertheless, he

wished to try him first, and took a stone in his hand and

squeezed it together so that water dropped out of it. Do that

likewise, said the giant, if you have strength. Is that all, said

the tailor, that is child's play with us, and put his hand into his

pocket, brought out the soft cheese, and pressed it until the

liquid ran out

of it. Faith, said he, that was a little better, wasn't it. The

giant did not know what to say, and could not believe it of the

little man. Then the giant picked up a stone and threw it so high

that the eye could scarcely follow it. Now, little mite of a man,

do that likewise. Well thrown, said the tailor, but after all the

stone came down to earth again, I will throw you one which shall

never come back at all. And he put his hand into his pocket,

took out the bird, and threw it into the air. The bird,

delighted with its liberty, rose, flew away and did not come

back. How does that shot please you, comrade, asked the tailor.

You can certainly throw, said the giant, but now we will see if

you are able to carry anything properly. He took the little

tailor to a mighty oak tree which lay there felled on the ground,

and said, if you are strong enough, help me to carry the tree out

of the forest. Readily, answered the little man, take the trunk