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Title: The yellow fairy book
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: London : New York : Longmans, Green, And Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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took out theirwhip, and cracked so much money that it came jumping up fromthe ground. When the seven years had quite gone, the Fiend camewith his book, and, pointing at the signatures, said, I will take youunderground with me ; you shall have a meal there. If you cantell me what you will get for your roast meat, you shall be free,and shall also keep the whip. Then said the first soldier, In the North Sea lies a dead sea-cat ; that shall be the roast meat. The Dragon was much annoyed, and hummed and hawed a gooddeal, and asked the second, But what shall be your spoon ? The rib of a whale shall be our silver spoon. The Dragon made a face, and growled again three times, Hum,hum, hum, and said to the third, Do you know what your wine-glass shall be ? An old horses hoof shall be our wineglass. Then the Dragon flew awajr with a loud shriek, and had no morepower over them. But the three soldiers took the little whip,wllipped as much money as they wanted, and lived happily to theirlives end.
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The Fiend defeated i: 2 THE DONKEY CABBAGE was once a young Hunter who went boldly into the forest.J- He had a merry and light heart, and as he went whistlingalong there came an ugly old woman, who paid to him, Good-day,dear hunter ! You are very merry and contented, but I suffer hungerand thirst, so give me a trifle. The Hunter was sorry for the poorold woman, and he felt in his pocket and gave her all he cotuYl spare.He was going on then, but the old woman stopped him and said, Listen, dear hunter, to what I say. Because of your kind heart Iwill make you a present. Go on your way, and in a short timeyou will come to a tree on which sit nine birds who have a cloakin their claws and are quarrelling over it. Then take aim withyour gun and shoot in the middle of them; they will let the cloakfall, but one of the birds will be hit and will drop down dead. Takethe cloak with you; it is a wishing-cloak, and when you throw iton your shoulders you have only to wish yourself at a certain place

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