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Title: Hop O' My Thumb
Series Title: Gordon Browne's series of old fairy tales
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Language: English
Creator: Browne, Gordon, 1858-1932 ( Illustrator )
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Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: [ca.1880]
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PRICE ONE SHILLING.C-or4on Rrowne's Series of 010fairyTales.: 4LONDON:BLACKIE 8SON 9 50 OLD BAILEY.CALASQOW, EDINBURQs H DU BLIN.All Rights Reserved.

"IT'S HARD TO KEEP MY TEETH OFF THEM."-(p. 9 )SThe Baldwin Libraryi.-~?n~9 ity

"WV E will take a long walk," said Marigold, whose legs were very long."Not such a very long one," cried Jean, whose legs were short and also fat."We will take a walk of just the right length," said Emanuel Philibert."Yes, that will be the best plan," said Peter. "Now, the next questionis, Where shall we go for our walk?""We will go," said Emanuel Philibert, "where we have never been before."So they set off walk-, walk-, walking till they, came to a meadow, roundwhich was a fringe of tall trees, and in the middle-quite exactly in the middle-stood one tree by itself, shading a little bank of the very softest moss in theworld. The tree was a slender silver birch, the most beautiful tree that everwas seen, the children thought. As they advanced slowly the tree spoke tothem, and said distinctly:"How do you do, Marigold, Peter, Jean, and Emanuel Philibert?"This was so very surprising that the children were silent for some minutes,not knowing what to say or do; but when they thought of their manners, whichwere usually good, they replied:3

"We are very well, thank you, and we hope you are the same.""Oh, yes!" said the Tree. "I am well, and very glad to see you. Comeand sit down on the bank of moss. I think you will find it comfortable."The children sat down, and presently Emanuel Philibert asked:"Is it really you who are talking, Tree, or is some very small person hiddenamong your branches?""It is really I," replied the Tree. "It is true that there is a very smallperson hidden away among my branches, but she is fast asleep.""Who is that?" asked Marigold."It is a fairy," said the Tree; "and she tells me stories, and we talktogether.""Oh!" said Peter. "And is that how you have learned to talk, Tree?""Yes, of course," said the Tree. "All Fairy-Trees have to talk, so thatthe fairies may have someone to talk to. That stands to reason, you see."" You said," remarked Emanuel Philibert, after a pause, "that she sometimestold you stories, this fairy,""She does indeed!" said the Tree. "Only the night before last she toldme the story of 'Hop o' my Thumb,' and I quite shook over it, it was sointeresting.""Oh! oh! oh!" cried all the four. "Couldn't you tell it to us, dear Tree?"and they all curled themselves on the mossy bank and looked eagerly up."Well, perhaps I can," said the Whispering Tree. "At all events I will try.So listen now, Marigold, Peter, Jean, and Emanuel Philibert, and you shall hearwhat you shall hear." So they listened, and they heard, and this is truly howthey heard it:-

THE STORY OF HOP O' MY THUMB."ONCE upon a time-and a very good time it was-there lived, in a littlethatched cottage near the edge of a wood, a faggot-maker named Zachary. Hewas a poor man, and he had a wife and seven children, which made him nonethe richer.""Boys or girls?" asked Peter."Boys;" said the Whispering Tree. "They were all boys, six of them, andthe seventh too. Two of them weretall and thin, two were short and fat, and two were nothing in particular,and the seventh was Hop o' my Thumb."(372) 5 A2

"Why did he have such a funny name?" asked Jean."Because he was so small," replied the Tree. "He was so very smallthat, when he first began to run alone, his mother used to set him in a cornerof her ironing-table, and make a fence of the kitchen ladle laid across two tea-cups, to keep him out of mischief. He could not move the cups, and fora long time he could not jump over the ladle, so he was quite safe. One day,when his mother was out of the room, a fierce and terrible mouse appearedon the table, and little Hop o' my Thumb was so frightened that with one boundhe leaped over the ladle, and, sliding down the table-leg, ran to find his mother.Though he grew rather bigger afterwards, he was always very, very small. Forall that, he had more brains in his little head than all his brothers put together,and that you shall see.It chanced one year that there came a very hot summer. Not what youwould call a hot summer, but a really boiling burning hot summer. People$" 6 a~ B '~ ~~Z$~ f -,_i-C:

couldnot gofor if they Sdid they f gv '1were turned t ointo blackamooV- oat once, whichmany of them didnot like. The potatoeswere roasted in the ground,and all the streams ran hot 1water, and the cows gave boiledmilk, all ready to put in your coffee; and if youwanted roast mutton for dinner you had only to drivea sheep out into the open pasture, and he was cooked C _Zwith no trouble whatever."" "How did you know which part of him was chops?" '/ inquired Marigold. "Chops are the only kind of muttonSI like.")-) / "You didn't know," replied the Tree, "until youScame to them. That made it all the moreinteresting you see.IWell, of course when things were in this condition"- nobody wanted to hear of such a thing as a fire,i',i and nobody would buy any faggots; and, as: Zachary the faggot-maker had no money laidSc_- by, he grew poorer and poorer, till at length7

he had not a penny in the world with which to buy bread. The people towhom he carried his faggots drove him from their doors with shrieks, and itseemed as if he and his whole family must soon starve to death. More andamore, silent grew Zachary thefaggot-maker, and more and-- more grimly he looked at hisD .: iseven children, who were aI-u-, q ways hungry, whether there"was anything to eat or not.One night there was noth-r:, not a bit of anything,ori children or parents; sothe children all went to"bed early, for sleep stays"Ie stomach when there isno food to put into it. Latethe night a mouse came---- Id bit the ear of little Hop"o' my Thulmb. That is, itooked like a mouse, but myfairy says it was herself.""Oh!" cried Emanuel Philibert; "is she one of those fairies that canchange into all kinds of things? Is she really?""I hope so, indeed," replied the Tree. "None of your second-rate fairies-4S

for me, thank you; mine can turn herself into anything she fancies.""Oh!" sighed Emanuel Philibert, with a longing glance upward. "Well,go on, dear Tree.""The mouse bit Hop o' my Thumb's ear," repeated the Tree, "and whenthe boy woke she whispered softly: 'Listen, and be silent.'Hop o' my Thumb listened, and he heard his father and mother talking.'There is no other way,' the father was saying. 'I must leave them in theforest to-morrow. They may as well starve there as here under our eyes.'K (i 4 i,The mother wept and prayed, but the father in an angry voice told herto hold her tongue and to let him sleep, as he could not eat. Hop o' myThumb lay still and said nothing, but he thought the more. Very earlyin the morning the father woke all the boys, and bade them make ready togo to the forest. The mother kissed them tenderly, and gave them each a drycrust of bread that she had found at the bottom of an old cupboard; but(372) 9 A3

the father hurried them away as fast as they could go. Now Hop o' myThumb had been up since daybreak, picking upa great number of small white pebbles, and with"" these he had filled his pockets.It was a long way to the forest, and as soon, as the boys entered it Hop o' my Thumb fellS.back behind the others, and as he walked alongez dropped the white pebbles one by one on thepath. After a while they came to the deepest"and gloomiest part of the wood, and here thefaggot-maker stopped and bade the boys go towork binding faggots, while he went on a little further to look for more.Hop o' my Thumb said nothing, for he knew it would be of no use. The boysworked on well, but at length they were weary, and began to wonder wheretheir father could be, and what was to become of them if he did not returnsoon, for night came on suddenly in the deep woods, and with the darknessmight come wolves and bears, and who knows what other wild beasts.They trembled and crouched together with fear, but Hop o' my Thumb- 1 010

bade them be of good cheer. 'Follow me,' he said, 'and we shall soon beout of the wood, on our way home again.'So he led the way, following the track of the white pebbles, and beforeSnight had fairlySn b; set in the sevenbrothers stoodoutside theirSif father's door. At, first they did notdare go in, for Hop o' myo Thumb had told them what their father'splan had been; but soon they heard theirmother weeping so bitterly that theycould restrain themselves nolonger, and rushing ine, t they threw themselvesD i : into her arms." ,. A. joyful eveningthat wa in the poor cottage. Zachary put on a cheerful face and pretendedto be very glad of the children's return, for he thought to himself: 'It willbe as easy done to-morrow as to-day.' It also had chanced that as they camethrough the forest the boys had killed a rabbit, so the mother made soup of it,and the whole family had some supper.The seven boys were so tired that they all slept very soundly, andwhen they awoke the sun was already high in the heavens, and their father wascalling to them to make haste, as they ought by this time to have been in theforest and at work. Hop o' my Thumb sprang up hastily, and, hurrying on hisclothes, tried to slip out of the door, meaning to collect another pocketful ofpebbles; but his father caught him, and sternly bade him stand still until the1i

S, and then followS/ him. There wasSno more rabbitSl/ 'soup, but the poormother had turned the- meal-sack inside out, and.. broken the empty flour-barrel into pieces, and so4 managed to get together enough' to make a small cake for each child.f The six older ones eat their cakesreedily, but Hop o' my Thumb, after takinga couple of bites, slipped his into his pocketS t when nobody was looking. Then, when they wereS fairly in the forest, he dropped behind the others, andcrumbling his cake into bits, scattered the bits one by one" along the path.The father again set the boys to work, and again made"some excuse for leaving them, which, however, did not imposeupon the sharp wits of the youngest. As before, Hop o' myThumb cheered his brothers when they found out that theywere deserted, and he promised to bring them safe homeagain. But, alas! this time the little fellow had promisedmore than he could perform, for when he tried to find thepath by looking for the scattered bread-crumbs, nota crumb was to be seen. The robins and sparrowshad seen the feast, and, flying down in multitudes,had eaten every bit."12

"Chip! chip!" suddenly interrupted a shrill voice high up in a branch ofthe Tree. "I don't believe a word of it."The children all started and looked up, and there on a twig sat a fat littleRobin, looking very angry with his feathers all ruffled and puffed."I don't," he repeated, "believe a word of it, Tree, and I wonder at you,that I do! No respectable robin would think of doing such a mean thing.""Well, my dear," said the Tree, "they were birds who did it, for the fairysaid so, and she was there and knew all about it."" Perhaps it was an unrespectable robin," suggested Emanuel Philibert."Perhaps"-But here a new voice was heard, a very soft voice, a very sleepy voice, whichseemed to fall like a dew-drop from the very tippiest top of the Whispering Tree."Crows," said the voice."Oh, crows, eh?" said the Robin, cocking up his bright black eye, andlooking very much pleased. "That explains it all, you see. Nasty thievingcreatures-one can believe anything of them.""Yes, and now you have waked my mistress with your chattering," said theTree in a cross tone of voice, "and I must put her to sleep again before I can go on."Then the Tree began to sway gently to and fro, whispering and rustling,softly, softly: " Hushe, hushe! whish, whish, whish-sh-sh-sh!" till not onlythe fairy, but the robin too, was sound asleep, and Jean's long eyelashes keptdropping down and tickling her rosy cheeks. Then the Tree stopped rustlingand went on with the story."When Hop o' my Thumb found that he and his six brothers were reallylost in the gloomy forest, his brave little heart sank for a moment, but it wasonly for a moment. He soon plucked up his courage and again bade hisbrothers be of good cheer.'There must be some way out of this,' he said, 'and find it I will, and findit I shall.'13

So saying, he climbed to the top of the tallest tree that stood near, and-._. .. ;-, gazed about him far and wide,Sand soon he spied a little lighttwinkling and winking a long- way off.I 'Aha!' said Hop o' my* Thumb, 'there is a light, and theSperson who lighted it will not befar away from it. Come on, myboys, for we may find shelter andfood sooner than you think.'So they walked and they ran,they ran and they walked, untilSat last, after they had gone aboutS. lthree hundred miles (so the sixbrothers said, and they surelyS. ought to know), they came to aS. .. cottage, in the w indow of w hichS- twinkled the light that Hop o' myThumb had seen from the tree-top.It was a very large cottage,with a very large door, and theknocker was so high up that theS i second boy had to climb up on* ..... the shoulders of the first boy, and- f the third boy upon the shoulders--of the second boy, in order toreach it. When the third boygave a bang with the knocker, the door was opened by a very big woman, big14

enough to have made a hundred Hop o' my Thumbs, and have a good pieceover too. Big as she was, however, she did not look ill-natured, and her voice,though very loud, was kind enough as she asked the seven children what theyb/ 'j l !] !wanted. Hop o' my Thumb told her their sad little story, and begged forfood and a night's lodging; but the big woman shook her head.'My poor children,' she said, 'you could not have come to a worse placethan this. My husband, I grieve to say, is an ogre of the deepest dye;, and .if15

he were to find you here he would make but one mouthful of each of you. Goaway as quickly as you can, for he may come home at any moment.''Oh, madam,' cried Hop o' my Thumb, 'can you not give us shelter some-where? We have walked three hundred miles, and we cannot take anotherstep, even to save our lives.''No, no,' said the woman, 'I will not see you devoured before my eyes.Go at once, or you will be eaten like so many shrimps. Munch! Crunch! thatis the way he does it,' and she snapped her great teeth together.The boys shuddered and drew back, but Hop o' my Thumb still persisted.'At least give us something to eat, I implore you!' he cried. 'We arestarving, and shall be dead before morning if we have no food.'The ogre's wife put her hand to her ear and listened for a moment. Atlast she said:'Well, I do not hear him coming, so I will venture to give you some supper.Come in, but remember that it is at your own risk.'The weary boys entered the cottage gladly, and the ogress set before thema very good meal of cold meat and bread and cheese. As soon as they tastedthe food their spirits began to revive.'Who knows?' said one of them. 'Perhaps the ogre will not be hungrywhen he comes home.''And anyhow,' said another, 'father always says we are very tough, youknow.'The ogress shook her head.'Your father must be a very different kind of ogre from my husband,' shesaid. 'Are his teeth made of blue steel, and does he brush them three timesa day with a file?'The children shuddered when they heard these dreadful words; but beforethey could explain that their father was not an ogre (though I, for one, didn'tthink he was much better), a loud snorting noise was heard outside.16

The ogre's wife started and turned pale.'There he comes!' she cried; 'and snorting, too, as he always does whenhe is most savage. It is too late for you to escape. What shall I do?'She wrung her hands, while, the seven boys looked wildly about, seekingfor some way out oftheir terrible danger. /'Quick!' said theogress at last; 'creepunder the little bed .\yonder, where my littleogresses are asleep.'With tremblinghands she took away the iremains of their supperfrom the table; andscarcely had she doneso when the ogre came -stamping and snortinginto the room. Hestopped and sniffed the -air suspiciously."Hum! Mum!Blumbumberrrum!I smell man's flesh, and will have somhe cried. 'Wife, what have you cooking there?''Pig!' said his wife."Pig yourself!' roared the ogre. 'What do you mean ?'17

'I mean I have a pig for supper!' said the wife.' I don't believe it!' howled the ogre.'Look in the pot and see for yourself!' said the wife.The ogre looked in the pot, and there, sure enough, was a fine fat porkerboiling away as if he thoroughly enjoyed it.'Humph!' said the ogre. 'Grumph!' said the ogre. 'That isall very well! but I smell men's flesh as well as pig's!''There is no man here!' cried the poor woman."There is a child, then!' said the ogre. 'Where is he? tellme, woman, or else -Blum-bum -ber-r-rum!' and he drew"a huge knife, and glared fiercely at his terrified wife.'Look in the boiler!' she cried.He looked in the boiler.'Look in the flour-barrel!'He looked in the flour-barrel.'Look in the cupboard!'But just as the ogre was rushing towards the cupboard he tripped over"a stool and fell down with a crash, and as he lay on the floor his eyes glancedunder the bed, and he saw the seven boys crouching close to the wall.In less than a minute he had them all out, and holding them up, surveyedthem with a hideous grin.'Aha!' said the ogre. Oho!' said the ogre-'Hum! Mum!Blumbumberum!Cook them quick and give me some.'Oh!' cried his wife. 'You surely will not eat them to-night, with that18

fine pig all ready and waiting for you! And besides, your brother is coming todinner to-morrow, and I meant these fat boys as a surprise for you and him!''Humph!' said the ogre. 'Well, it is hard to keep my teethoff them; but I suppose it would be better to keep theboys till to-morrow.. 9

Have you fed them well?'' Oh, yes!' said the wife. 'I have fed them, and they are as fat as fat can be.''Well, I will just cut their throats now,' said the ogre, drawingout his knife, 'and then they will be all ready.'The boys shuddered, and thought their last moment was come; but thewife cried:'Oh! oh! the pig will be spoiled if it waits another minute. And. be-sides, you would take the edge off your knife, so that you could not carve.Put the boys back under the bed-they cannot get away and I will attend tothem the first thing in the morning.'The ogre scowled but let them go, and the wretched boys once morecrouched shivering under the bed. They were all nearly senseless with terror,except little Hop o' my Thumb, who had his wits about him as usual, andbegan at once to find out some plan of escaping from the ogre's clutches.'After all,' he thought, 'we may still escape! If this greedy ogre eats thewhole pig, as he most likely will, he certainly ought to sleep very soundly.When we hear him snore, we must watch our chance, and slip out by theway we came.'So Hop o' my Thumb lay still and listened.20

First he heard a great clatter of knives, and then a creaking, and tearing,and grunting, and gobbling, which told him that the ogre was eating his supper.When supper was over the ogre went out to sharpen his knife on the grindstonewhich stood outside the door. His wife had gone out of the room at the sametime, and Hop o' my Thumb told the boys to make haste and help him to takeup the seven little ogresses, who were all fast asleep, and put them under thebed. This was soon done, and the seven boys crept into the warm bed, andfound themselves much more comfortable. The ogre and his wife then camein to go to bed. The light was blown out, and Hop o' my Thumb heard thewife get into the huge bed. Presently Hop heard the ogre come shuffling softlytowards the little bed, muttering under his breath."I'll get those boys ready now!' he said. 'There's no knowing what mayhappen if I wait till morning. I sleep soundly, and that wife of mine is a soft-hearted fool. I'll get them ready now, and then I can sleep as long as I please.'He groped about under the bed, and pulling out the seven little ogresses,cut their throats, and laid them on a shelf in the pantry:There!' he said. 'Now there is no danger of my losing my dinner;' andgroping his way across the room again, he got into his own bed.Hop o' my Thumb had lain still in an agony of terror, hardly daring tobreathe while all this went on. But now, he could breathe freely again.21

The ogre sat up in bed, and Hop o' my Thumb heard a most dreadfulnoise which made his backbone creep up into his head, andthen down into his boots; it was the ogre sharpening hissteel teeth with a huge file. After that came silence for afew minutes; then a sound like the braying of a donkey;then it changed to the bellowing of a bull; and finally /. -it rolled out in long even peals, like the rolling of thun-der. Then the boy knew that the ogre was sound asleep,and whispering to his brothers he crept softly out of thebed, followed closely by the other six. They crept to thedoor, the door was locked, and the key in the ogre's pocket.They crept to the window; the window was barred.""Oh!" cried Marigold. "Oh! Tree, where was ivc-iyour Fairy?""She was there," said the Tree, "so :don't be frightened. She was there run- :ning about on the hearth in the shape of a:black beetle; and now, as Hopo' my Thumb looked abouthim for some way of escape, &1-the black beetle ran up hisneck and whispered in his ear,'Chimney.' Well, the sevenboys began to scramble up the inside ofthe chimney, but the other boys were twice as big as Hop o' my Thumb, and nota tenth part as clever, and they made a great deal of noise.Presently the ogre stirred and said drowsily What's that noise?''Mice!' said the black beetle, which sat on his pillow close by his ear.' Hush! hush! go to sleep!'22

The ogre slept again, but presently a lot of soot came tumblingdown the chimney.'What's that noise?' said the ogre, turning over in bed.'RATS!' said the black beetle. 'Hush! hush! go toieep again."The ogre slept again; but just as the boys reached thetop of the chimney, a loose brick was-knocked off theedge, and came down with a crash into the fire-place.'MUTTON AND MARROW BONES!WHAT'S THAT?' cried the ogre, and he sprangup in bed and looked about him.'BATS!!!' said the black beetle in his ear.'Get under the bed-clothes, quick, or they'll catchyou,' and in an instant the beetle had turned intoShuge t, and came flying at the ogre. That worthy gave afetari hwl and plunged down under the bed-clothes, for hewa olly afraid of bats. And while he lay there, his steelS ttering with fear, and the blankets drawn well upover his head, Hop o' my Thumb andhis brothers slid down the roofand down the gutter, andthen scurried off asSfast as their legswould carry them.Well, they ranSthey walked, they walked and they ran, until therea'" ile h,' and then they sat down to rest.""What did they sit on?" asked Peter, who was sometimes a little bit stupid.23

"They sat on the ground," said the Tree. "There happened to be nochairs in that part of the forest where they had stopped, and they had forgottento bring any three-legged stools with them."This made Peter blush and hang his head, for it was hard to feel that onehad asked a stupid question. However, he held his tongue and the Tree con-tinued:" Morning came, and the seven brothers began to feel quite safe, and tothink what a good thing breakfast would be. Suddenly they heard a strangeand horrible noise, a noise as if a whole herd of elephants was rushing towardsthem, and as if those elephants were in a great rage about something.The fact was, our pleasant friend the ogre had waked very early, and, thinkingabout the grand feast he was going to have for dinner, had set about preparing forit without much delay. He sharpened his teeth, and he sharpened his great longheavy knife, and then he went into the pantry to get the bodies of the seven boys, tomake them ready for roasting. But when, instead of the boys, he saw the bodiesof his seven daughters lying on the shelf with their throats cut, he fell into sucha rage that I cannot give you any idea of it. He roared until half the chimney felldown and every pane of glass in the window was shattered. He smashed all thechina, and broke the table into fire-wood; he shook his poor wife till her ring cameoff and her front teeth fell out. At last, when there was nothing left in the houseto break, he pulled on his huge boots, which carried him seven leagues at eachstride, and rushed, roaring and bellowing, in pursuit of the runaways.Away he went, hop! skip! hurry-scurry! in a way quite marvellous whenone considers his size. HOP! he went at one stride over a village, where thepeople screamed and ran in terror from the flying monster. SKIP! over achurch-spire, giving it a kick as he went, which set all the bells a-ringing.WHIZZ! across the meadows. WHOOSH! over the hills. SPLASH!SPLASH! through a pond; and at last-CRASH! CRASH! through theforest through which the seven boys were at that moment hurrying.24

The boys, as I said before, were startled from their repose by a sound asif a herd of elephants were rushing towards them at full gallop. They sprangto their feet in terro,. and all thered round Hop o' my Thumb.I ..;.:.'Hop! brother Hop!'they cried, 'what is thatdreadful sound?"S'It is the ogre rushingafter us, over hill anddale,' replied Hop o'my Thumb. 'Let usrun on again, or he willSsoon overtake us!'So they ran and theywalked, they walkedand they ran, but therushing sound camenearer and nearer. Pre-sently they heard atremendous splashing,as if the herd of ele-phants had fallen intothe ocean.S_ Hop! brother Hop!'Sthey cried, 'what is thatdreadful sound ?''It is the ogre wading ao the lake,' said Hop o' my Thumb. 'Runquickly, or he will soon overtake us.'So they ran and they walked, they walked and they ran, but the splashingsound came nearer and nearer. Presently they heard a fearful crashing sound,25

as if the herd of elephants had entered the forest, and were tearing up all thetrees by the roots.'Oh, Hop! brother Hop!' they cried, 'what is this most dreadful soundof all ?''It is the ogre breaking through the forest,' replied Hop o' my Thumb.'We must hide ourselves now, for it is useless to run further.'He looked all round him, and soon he spied a little cave, hardly biggerthan a rabbit's burrow, under a jutting ledge of rock. All the seven boyscrawled in on their hands and knees, and squeezing themselves against therocky wall, lay still with fluttering hearts, hardly daring to breathe.The ogre came crashing through the wood, and, as ill-luck would have it,he sat down to rest for a moment on the very ledge of rock under which hisrunaway dinner was crouching.'Hum! mum! blumbumberum snorted the ogre, wiping his forehead witha yellow pocket-handkerchief as big as a table-cloth. 'A fine dance those littlebeggars have led me. Humph! I shall have them soon, though, and my ap-petite will be all the better for the exercise. Meanwhile I may just as wellrest here a bit and take forty winks; for what with the rats and the bats, I hadprecious little sleep last night. HaW-wa-woo! whow-oh-wah-ouk! and in threeminutes he was fast asleep, and snoring so that the only wonder was how hishead could stay on his shoulders.26

STen Hop o' my Thumb crept softly, softly, out from the cave, and drawingoff the seven-league boots (which weremade of magical elastic leather, so thatS.they fitted themselves to any foot, whetherlarge or small) so carefully that the ogrelever even stirred in his sleep, he putithem on his own feet. Then he toldis brothers to run as fast as they couldne way, while he would lead the ogreSdance in the other.The six boys lost no time in doing ashe told them; and Hop o' my Thumb,when he ha4 put a pretty good distance between himself and the sleepingenemy, stopped short, and shouted 'Hallo!' at the top of his voice." Hallo roared the ogre in return, starting up and rubbing his eyes."What-who is it?''It's yoLir dinner,' said Hop o' my Thumb, 'that's all. I thought youmight be huhgry. Ha, ha! Come on, old Blue-tooth;' and away he went, aleague at every stride, while the ogre, foaming and howling with rage, rushedafter him.Now it is a very fine thing to wear a pair of-,--seven-league boots when you are trying to catch --'someone, but it is quite a different thing whenthat someone has the boots instead of yourself;and this Friend Blue-tooth soon found to hi.cost; for, irq trying. to cross a ravine whichHop o' my T:humb had just jumped over, like a .bird, he fell down and broke his great uglyneck, and there was an end to him.

When Hop o' my Thumb saw thatS \ the ogre was dead he stopped and wentSdow n to look at the body w hich hadS given him so much trouble and fear.S:H e pulled out one of the steel teeth," to take home as a trophy, and in the-....-- :- .-..... r ogre's pockets he found two bags full". of gold and precious stones, which healso took, as well as a huge diamondring, which was just the right size tomake him a girdle.Fastening the bags to this ring-girdle, he started off in pursuit of hisS-brothers, whom he soon overtook. Aftera while they found to their great sur-prise, that they were not far from theirS- father's house. Creeping softly up tothe door, Hop o' my Thumb looked through the key-hole and saw hismother weeping, and his father, with wild and dreadful looks, sharpening alarge knife.'No, wife,' he was saying, 'I can bear your tears and my own remorseno longer. Die I must, and die I will, since my seven children are deadthrough my wickedness;' and he held the knife up as if to cut his throat.'Oh! oh! but we are not dead,' cried Hop o' my Thumb. 'Stop, father,stop!' and he rushed into the house, with the six others close at his heels.Then there was shouting, and weeping, and laughing, and they all fell on eachother's necks and were very happy. And Hop o' my Thumb showed themhis bags of treasure, which were enough to make them all rich for the rest oftheir lives.28

And so then," said the Tree, speaking very fast, "Hop o' my Thumb wentto see the King, who had heard of the seven-league boots and wanted to seeN IIthem. And he married the King's daughter, and rode about on a cream-colouredcharger with a black tail. And when the ogre's wife died, she left him all hermoney, pots and pots of it, to show how grateful she was to him for killing her29

great horrid ugly husband, and so he was richer than three kings put together;and that's all. And now run home, Peter, Marigold, Jean, and Emanuel Phili-bert. Off with you!""Oh! oh! must we go?" cried the children. "When may we come again,dear Tree?""You may come again next Tuesday afternoon," said the Tree.So Peter, Marigold, Jean, and Emanuel Philibert kissed the WhisperingTree, and put their arms round its silver trunk, and thanked it again and againfor the delightful story; and then they went back through the little meadow,and made their way along Dismal Lane. It did not seem dismal any longer,for now they knew what it led to.30


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