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Title: The olive fairy book
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales Folklore
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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somesticks and made a fire; then he filled the pot with waterfrom a little stream close by, and mixing the flour andbutter and sugar together, he set the cake on to cook. Itwas not long before it grew crisp and brown, and thenthe boy lifted it from the pot and placed it on a stone,while he put out the fire. At that moment a hand wTasstretched from a grave, and a voice said: Is that cake for me ? Do you think I am going to give to the dead thefood of the living? replied the boy, with a laugh. Andgiving the hand a tap with his spoon, and picking upthe cake, he went up the mountain side, whistlingmerrily. Well, have you found fear? asked the robbers whenhe held out the cake to the captain. No; was it there ? answered the boy. I sawnothing but a hand which came from a grave, andbelonged to someone who wanted my cake, but I justrapped the fingers with my spoon, and said it was notfor him, and then the hand vanished. Oh, how nice thefire is ! And he flung himself on his knees before it, and
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THE BOY WHO FOUND FEAE AT LAST 283 so did not notice the glances of surprise cast by therobbers at each other. There is another chance for you, said one at length. On the other side of the mountain lies a deep pool; goto that, and perhaps you may meet fear on the way. I hope so, indeed, answered the boy. And he setout at once. He soon beheld the waters of the pool gleaming inthe moonlight, and as he drew near he saw a tall swingstanding just over it, and in the swing a child was seated,weeping bitterly. That is a strange place for a swing, thought the boy ; but I wonder what he is crying about. And he washurrying on towards the child, when a maiden ran upand spoke to him. I want to lift my little brother from the swing, criedshe, but it is so high above me, that I cannot reach. If3rou will get closer to the edge of the pool, and let memount on your shoulder, I think I can reach him. Willingly, replied the boy, and in an instant thegirl had climbed to his shoulders. But instead of lift

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