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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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essels from his shoulder, and having foundthe opening of the well, descended by a flight of stepswhich led down into the darkness. The steps werebroad white slabs of alabaster which gleamed in theshadows as he went lower and lower. All was verysilent. Even the sound of his bare feet upon the pave-ment seemed to wake an echo in that lonely place, andwhen one of the vessels which he carried slipped andfell upon the steps it clanged so loudly that he jumpedat the noise. Still he went on, until at last he reached awide pool of sweet water, and there he washed his jarswith care before he filled them, and began to remountthe steps with the lighter vessels, as the big ones wereso heavy he could only take up one at a time. Suddenly,something moved above him, and looking up he saw agreat giant standing on the stairway! In one hand heheld clasped to his heart a dreadful looking mass ofbones, in the other was a lamp which cast long shadows •WHAT THINK. VOV O MORJAL OF MY FAIR. AND LOVELY WIFE:
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THE FIVE WISE WOBDS OF THE GUEU 173 about the walls, and made him seem even more terriblethan he really was. What think you, 0 mortal, said the giant, of myfair and lovely wife ? And he held the light towardsthe bones in his arms and looked lovingly at them. Now I must tell you that this poor giant had had avery beautiful wife, whom he had loved dearly ; but, whenshe died, her husband refused to believe in her death,and always carried her about long after she had becomenothing but bones. Earn Singh of course did not knowof this, but there came to his mind the second wisesaying of the guru, which forbade him to speak harshlyor inconsiderately to others ; so he replied : Truly, sir, I am sure you could find nowhere suchanother. Ah, what eyes you have ! cried the delighted giant, you at least can see ! I do not know how often I haveslain those who insulted her by saying she was but driedbones! You are a fine young man, and I will help you. So saying, he laid down the bones with great ten

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