• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Sub rosae
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 The one-eyed griffin: A strange...
 Prince Gibbley Gobley: The story...
 The discontented elf: A story of...
 The child of mercy: A sequel to...
 The rat that lost his tail: A tale...
 The dream pixies
 Humptydello
 The bottle of smoke: a story of...
 The pixies and the Pollywog
 Back Matter
 Back Cover
 Spine






Group Title: The one-eyed griffin, and other fairy stories
Title: The One-eyed griffin, and other fairy stories
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Title: The One-eyed griffin, and other fairy stories
Alternate Title: The One-eyed griffin and other fairy tales
Physical Description: xii, 353 p., 4 leaves of plates : ill. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Inman, Herbert
Mason, E. A ( Illustrator )
Frederick Warne and Co ( Publisher )
William Clowes and Sons ( Printer )
Publisher: Frederick Warne and Co.
Place of Publication: London
New York
Manufacturer: William Clowes and Sons
Publication Date: 1897
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Griffins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Elves -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairies -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Rats -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Magicians -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Witches -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales   ( lcsh )
Allegories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Allegories -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Genre: Children's stories
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
Allegories   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
England -- Beccles
 Notes
Restriction: FOR USE IN OSBORNE COLLECTION ONLY. NOT AVAILABLE FOR INTERLOAN.
Citation/Reference: Osborne catalogue,
Acquisition: Ann Alycin and Elliott Hayes;
General Note: Ten moral stories written in the guise of fairy tales.
General Note: Illustrations: "The enchanter paused in the act of stirring a huge caldron of hissing, bubbling liquid" pl. opp. p. 300; the blue witch sailing away on her broom stick, p. 337.
Statement of Responsibility: by Herbert E. Inman ; with original illustrations by E.A. Mason.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page i
        Page ia
    Front Matter
        Page ii
    Half Title
        Page iii
    Frontispiece
        Page iv
    Title Page
        Page v
    Sub rosae
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
        Page ix
        Page x
    List of Illustrations
        Page xi
        Page xii
    The one-eyed griffin: A strange story
        Page 1
        How the griffin lost one eye
            Page 1
            Page 2
            Page 3
            Page 4
            Page 5
            Page 6
            Page 7
            Page 8
            Page 9
        The effect of having only one eye
            Page 10
            Page 11
            Page 12
            Page 13
            Page 14
            Page 15
            Page 16
        A queer game of heads and tails
            Page 17
            Page 18
            Page 19
            Page 20
            Page 21
            Page 22
            Page 23
            Page 24
        Among the fairies
            Page 25
            Page 26
            Page 27
            Page 28
            Page 29
            Page 30
            Page 31
        Up the hill difficulty
            Page 32
            Page 33
            Page 34
            Page 35
            Page 36
            Page 37
            Page 38
        The three magic nuts
            Page 39
            Page 40
            Page 41
            Page 42
            Page 43
            Page 44
            Page 45
        What happened to Trixie
            Page 46
            Page 47
            Page 48
            Page 49
            Page 50
            Page 51
            Page 52
            Page 53
        The eye is found at last
            Page 54
            Page 55
            Page 56
            Page 57
            Page 58
            Page 59
    Prince Gibbley Gobley: The story of a true heart
        Page 60
        Prince Gibbley Gobley
            Page 60
            Page 61
            Page 62
            Page 63
            Page 64
            Page 65
            Page 66
        At the bottom of the lake
            Page 67
            Page 68
            Page 69
            Page 70
            Page 71
            Page 72
            Page 73
        The road to the sunset lake
            Page 74
            Page 75
            Page 76
            Page 77
            Page 78
            Page 79
            Page 80
            Page 81
        The golden duck
            Page 82
            Page 83
            Page 84
            Page 85
            Page 86
            Page 87
        Gibbley Gobley wins his spurs
            Page 88
            Page 89
            Page 90
            Page 91
            Page 92
            Page 93
            Page 94
            Page 95
            Page 96
        A deed of truth, and a deed of love
            Page 97
            Page 98
            Page 99
            Page 100
            Page 101
            Page 102
            Page 103
            Page 104
            Page 105
            Page 106
            Page 107
        The end of Grindel Grim
            Page 108
            Page 109
            Page 110
            Page 111
            Page 112
            Page 113
    The discontented elf: A story of the woodland
        Page 114
        Under the greenwood tree
            Page 114
            Page 115
            Page 116
            Page 117
            Page 118
            Page 119
        The adventures of Dumble Dor
            Page 120
            Page 121
            Page 122
            Page 123
            Page 124
            Page 125
            Page 126
        Hipperty Hopperty, the frog
            Page 127
            Page 128
            Page 129
            Page 130
            Page 131
            Page 132
            Page 133
        Thistledown tries again
            Page 134
            Page 135
            Page 136
            Page 137
            Page 138
            Page 139
            Page 140
        Underwing, the moth
            Page 141
            Page 142
            Page 143
            Page 144
            Page 145
        The punishment
            Page 146
            Page 147
            Page 148
            Page 149
            Page 150
            Page 151
        A little one to finish
            Page 152
            Page 153
            Page 154
            Page 155
            Page 156
            Page 156a
    The child of mercy: A sequel to "The discontented elf"
        Page 157
        Hilda and Sullenbrow
            Page 157
            Page 158
            Page 159
            Page 160
            Page 161
            Page 162
            Page 163
        Little Tender Heart
            Page 164
            Page 165
            Page 166
            Page 167
            Page 168
            Page 169
        At the full of the moon
            Page 170
            Page 171
            Page 172
            Page 173
            Page 174
            Page 175
            Page 176
            Page 177
        Tender Heart's singing
            Page 178
            Page 179
            Page 180
            Page 181
            Page 182
            Page 183
        How the mercy band fought cruelty
            Page 184
            Page 185
            Page 186
            Page 187
            Page 188
            Page 189
            Page 190
        The sprite keeps his word
            Page 191
            Page 192
            Page 193
            Page 194
            Page 195
            Page 196
        'Neath the great oak
            Page 197
            Page 198
            Page 199
            Page 200
            Page 201
            Page 202
            Page 203
            Page 204
            Page 205
    The rat that lost his tail: A tale of two tails
        Page 206
        The lost tail
            Page 206
            Page 207
            Page 208
            Page 209
            Page 210
            Page 211
            Page 212
            Page 213
            Page 214
        How the tails got mixed
            Page 215
            Page 216
            Page 217
            Page 218
            Page 219
            Page 220
            Page 221
            Page 222
        The end of the tale
            Page 223
            Page 224
            Page 225
            Page 226
            Page 227
            Page 228
            Page 229
    The dream pixies
        Page 230
        What the pixies heard
            Page 230
            Page 230a
            Page 231
            Page 232
            Page 233
            Page 234
        What Freddy saw in the dream palace
            Page 235
            Page 236
            Page 237
            Page 238
            Page 239
            Page 240
            Page 241
            Page 242
        The "new leaf" goblins: A tale of New Year's Eve
            Page 243
            Page 244
            Page 245
            Page 246
            Page 247
            Page 248
            Page 249
            Page 250
            Page 251
            Page 252
            Page 253
            Page 254
    Humptydello
        Page 255
        The stolen princess
            Page 255
            Page 256
            Page 257
            Page 258
            Page 259
            Page 260
            Page 261
            Page 262
            Page 263
        In Merlin's cave
            Page 264
            Page 265
            Page 266
            Page 267
            Page 268
            Page 269
            Page 270
        Dicky Darling
            Page 271
            Page 272
            Page 273
            Page 274
            Page 275
            Page 276
            Page 277
        The end of Greedypig
            Page 278
            Page 279
            Page 280
            Page 281
            Page 282
            Page 283
            Page 284
            Page 285
        Humptydello's castle
            Page 286
            Page 287
            Page 288
            Page 289
            Page 290
            Page 291
            Page 292
        The rescue of Daffodil
            Page 293
            Page 294
            Page 295
            Page 296
            Page 297
            Page 298
            Page 299
    The bottle of smoke: a story of curiosity
        Page 300
        The little grey man
            Page 300
            Page 300a
            Page 301
            Page 302
            Page 303
            Page 304
            Page 305
            Page 306
        The wonderful charm
            Page 307
            Page 308
            Page 309
            Page 310
            Page 311
        Curiosity
            Page 312
            Page 313
            Page 314
            Page 315
            Page 316
            Page 317
            Page 318
            Page 319
        Opening the bottle
            Page 320
            Page 321
            Page 322
            Page 323
            Page 324
            Page 325
            Page 326
    The pixies and the Pollywog
        Page 327
        All about pollywog
            Page 327
            Page 328
            Page 329
            Page 330
        Wattie and Winnie
            Page 331
            Page 332
            Page 333
            Page 334
            Page 335
            Page 336
            Page 337
        All about the Blue Witch
            Page 338
            Page 339
            Page 340
            Page 341
            Page 342
        What the pixies did
            Page 343
            Page 344
            Page 345
            Page 346
            Page 347
            Page 348
        The Pollywog gets his supper
            Page 349
            Page 350
            Page 351
            Page 352
            Page 353
    Back Matter
        Page 354
    Back Cover
        Page 355
        Page 356
    Spine
        Page 357
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THE ONE-EYED GRIFFIN

AND

OTHER FAIRY STORIES.




BY


HERBERT E. INMAN.


WITH ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS
BY
E. A. MASON.


LONDON:
FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.,
AND NEW YORK,
1897.
(All rights reserved.)

















SUB ROS.E.


WHEN I was a little boy,
A tiny boy,
Fairy stories were to me
My greatest joy.
Now I've journeyed further on
Up life's steep hill,
But a child of older growth,
I love them still.

Wisdom at the children's fancies
Shakes her head;
Tells them that the elves and brownies
All are dead.
Thus she says; but when she fancies
No one heeds,
Wisdom takes the old worn volume,
And she reads-
Reads again the dear old stories
With a sigh;
She grows old, but the sweet fairies
Never die.
THE AUTHOR.






















CONTENTS.





THE ONE-EYED GRIFFIN.

A STRANGE STORY.

How THE GRIFFIN LOST ONE EYE ...
THE EFFECT OF HAVING ONLY ONE EYE
A QUEER GAME OF HEADS AND TAILS ...
AMONG THE FAIRIES... ...
UP THE HILL DIFFICULTY ...
THE THREE MAGIC NUTS ..
WHAT HAPPENED TO TRIXIE ...
THE EYE IS FOUND AT LAST ... .


PAGE

.. 1


... 25
... 32
. 39
... 46
.. 54


PRINCE GIBBLEY GOBLEY.

THE STORY OF A TRUE HEART.

PRINCE GIBBLEY GOBLEY ... ... ... 60
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE ... ... 67
THE ROAD TO THE SUNSET LAKE ... ... 74
THE GOLDEN DUCK ... ... ... ... 82
GIBBLEY GOBLEY WINS HIS SPURS ... ... 88
A DEED OF TRUTH, AND A DEED OF LOVE ... 97
THE END OF GRINDEL GRIM ... ... ... 108


CHAPTER




IV.
V.
VI.
VI.
VII.
VIII.







viii


CHAPTER
I.
II.
III.
IV.
V.
VI.
VII.


Contents.



THE DISCONTENTED ELF.

A STORY OF THE WOODLAND.
R
UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE ... .
THE ADVENTURES OF DUMBLE DOR ...
HIPPERTY HOPPERTY, THE FROG... .
THISTLEDOWN TRIES AGAIN ... .
UNDERWING, THE MOTH... ...
THE PUNISHMENT ... ..
A LITTLE ONE TO FINISH ...


PAGE
... 114
... 120
127
134
... 141
1. 46
... 152


THE CHILD OF MERCY.

A SEQUEL TO "THE DISCONTENTED ELF."

HILDA AND SULLENBROW ... ... ... 157
LITTLE TENDER HEART ... ... ... 164
AT THE FULL OF THE MOON ... ... ... 170
TENDER HEART'S SINGING ... ... ... 178
HOW THE MERCY BAND FOUGHT CRUELTY ... I84
THE SPRITE KEEPS HIS WORD ... ... 191
NEATHH THE GREAT OAK ... ... ... 197


THE RAT THAT LOST HIS TAIL.

A TALE OF TWO TAILS.

I. THE LOST TAIL ... ...
II. HOW THE TAILS GOT MIXED ......
[II. THE END OF THE TALE ... ...


THE DREAM PIXIES.

I. WHAT THE PIXIES HEARD ... .
II. WHAT FREDDY SAW IN THE DREAM PALACE ...


... 206
215
... 223


... 230
235








Contents.


THE "NEW LEAF" .GOBLINS.

A TALE OF NEW YEAR'S EVE.


HUMPTYDELLO.


CHAPTER
I. THE STOLEN PRINCESS ...
II. IN MERLIN'S CAVE ... .
III. DICKY DARLING ...
IV. THE END OF GREEDYPIG ...
V. HUMPTYDELLO'S CASTLE ...
VI. THE RESCUE OF DAFFODIL ...


THE BOTTLE OF SMOKE.

A STORY OF CURIOSITY.


THE LITTLE GREY MAN ...
THE WONDERFUL CHARM ...
CURIOSITY ...
OPENING THE BOTTLE ...


THE PIXIES AND THE POLLYWOG.


ALL ABOUT THE POLLYWOG ...
WATTIE AND WINNIE ...
ALL ABOUT THE BLUE WITCH ...
WHAT THE PIXIES DID ...
THE POLLYWOG GETS HIS SUPPER


... ... 325
S... 331
... ... 338
343
... ... 349


... ... ... 255
... 264
... 271
... ... 278
... ... ... 286
... ... 293


... ... ... 300
... 307
.. ... 312
... 320





















LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.




PAGE
"THE KING SAW GRINDEL GRIM SEATED UPON HER UGLY
GRIFFIN" ... ... ... ... Frontispiece
"THE AWFUL MONSTER ADVANCED ... ... ... 4
"ON A HEAP OF STRAW WAS HIS TRIXIE ... ... I8
"A GREAT, GREEN, SLIMY SLUG" ... ... ... 36
' HERE SHE IS-I HAVE FOUND TRIXIE '" ... ... 51
"'WHO IS THIS?' HE CRIED" ... ... ... ... 7
"'SEE WHAT AWAITS YOU'" ... ... ... ... 79
"'WHO DARE VENTURE NEAR MY ABODE?'" ... ... 91
" WILL YOU DO THIS DEED OF LOVE?") ... ... 102
"'WE MUST KNOW WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU'" ... 115
"'POOR WEBBY! HE IS EATEN AT LAST'" ... ... 131
"' GOOD-BYE, THISTLEDOWN ... ... ... ... 154
"THE GOBLIN TURNED HIS DULL GREEN EYES UPON THE
FARMER" ... ... ... ... ... Toface 157
"A THIN SPECTRAL FIGURE, TERRIBLE TO BEHOLD ... I62
"ENTHRONED AMONGST THE COWSLIPS TENDER HEART
SAT" ... ... .. ... ... ... 80







xii List of Illustrations.

PAGE
"ALL THE WOOD GOBLINS WERE THERE TO TRY AND
HINDER THEM" ... ... ... ... ... I88
"' I AM THE FAIRY CHARITY, WHO ONCE LIVED AMONGST
YOU AS HILDA THE WITCH"' ... ... ... 198
"SENT HIM OFF INTO THE WIDE WORLD" .. ... 208
'SQUEAK SQUEAK SQU-E-A-K !' CRIED THE POOR RAT" 226
BED, PIXIES, FREDDY AND ALL WERE SAILING ALONG
THROUGH THE AIR" ... ... ... .. To face 230
" 'LNELLY,' SAID THE KING, 'COME AND KISS ME"" ... 240
"'THIS,' SAID THE WOOD-CUTTER, 'IS AN OLD ACQUAINT-
ANCE'" ... .. ... ... ... ... 249
" SHE BEHELD, WITH A THRILL OF TERROR, THE FIGURE OF
HUMPTYDELLO ... ... ... ... ... 261
" HALL, GIANT GREEDYPIG, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH
YOU ?" ... ... ... ... ... ... 280
THE ENCHANTER PAUSED IN THE ACT OF STIRRING A HUGE
CALDRON OF HISSING, BUBBLING LIQUID Toface 300
" HE WAS THE HAPPIEST LITTLE FELLOW THAT EVER WAS" 301
" BY HIS SIDE WAS A HEAVY SPIKED CLUB, AND ON HIS
HEAD A STEEL CAP" ... .. ... ... 313
'"THE PIXIES PEEPED AT HIM ... ... ... ... 329
"THE-BLUE WITCH WAS SAILING AWAY" ... ... 337














THE ONE-EYED GRIFFIN.

A STRANGE STORY.



CHAPTER I..

HOW THE GRIFFIN LOST ONE EYE.

HE had two eyes at first, that I am quite sure of;
they were as plain as plain could be in the picture-
two great, goggley, staring eyes. Besides, there was
the word printed quite clearly-GRIFFIN. There
could be no mistake about it, he did have two eyes,
but when Trixie saw him he only had one. Stop a
minute! Did Trixie see him, or did he see her ; or
was it that Howard saw both? Perhaps I had better
begin at the beginning, and tell you all about it.
It was a very hot afternoon, and as Howard bent
over his slate he thought he would much rather be
out in the recreation-ground at play than sitting in
the class-room. Not that he was a lazy boy; oh
no; but still, it did seem too warm for work, and the
afternoon seemed so long, and-














THE ONE-EYED GRIFFIN.

A STRANGE STORY.



CHAPTER I..

HOW THE GRIFFIN LOST ONE EYE.

HE had two eyes at first, that I am quite sure of;
they were as plain as plain could be in the picture-
two great, goggley, staring eyes. Besides, there was
the word printed quite clearly-GRIFFIN. There
could be no mistake about it, he did have two eyes,
but when Trixie saw him he only had one. Stop a
minute! Did Trixie see him, or did he see her ; or
was it that Howard saw both? Perhaps I had better
begin at the beginning, and tell you all about it.
It was a very hot afternoon, and as Howard bent
over his slate he thought he would much rather be
out in the recreation-ground at play than sitting in
the class-room. Not that he was a lazy boy; oh
no; but still, it did seem too warm for work, and the
afternoon seemed so long, and-







2 The One-eyed Griffin.

"Come, Howard ; it is your turn to read." The
voice of his teacher roused him a little.
I can't read," he said, looking up.
"Nonsense! You can read very nicely if you try;
and this is such an interesting story. You must not
be so fond of that word 'can't.' 'Try' is a much
better one."
The little boy picked up his book, and read a few
words slowly.
"There! I knew you could if you tried. Now,
spell griffin."
"G-r-i-f-f-n," said Howard.
"Oh, poor griffin You have only given him one
eye! Try again."
G-r-f-f-i-n."
"Why," laughed the patient teacher, "that is just
as bad Come, write the word upon your slate, and
give him two eyes."
I can't."
I am afraid Howard was cross that afternoon, for
he spoke quite angrily.
"Howard," answered the teacher, gravely, "you
must not talk like that. Look in the book, see how
it is spelt, and write it properly."
"I won't The little boy's face was flushed, and
there was a quiver in his voice.
"Very well," said the teacher, quietly, "you must
stop in when school is dismissed, until you have done
as I bid you."






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"Don't care!" he muttered. "I hate the old
griffin; one eye is quite enough for him."
He sat staring straight before him, never trying to
do his task, when his dear little sweetheart, Trixie,
stole up to him.
"Do write your lesson out, dear," she whispered,
putting her arm round his neck. If you are kept in
you will not be in time to come to my party, and I
shall not care for it a bit without you."
But Howard was not to be softened, and, muttering
"Don't care" once more, pushed her away.
The school was dismissed, and the teacher put
away the books.
"When you have done what I wish," she said,
turning to the angry boy, "you can bring it to me, in
the garden," and he was left alone.
"It's a shame," he sobbed. Miserable old griffin;
one eye is good enough for him!" and opening the
book, he jabbed the picture with his pencil.
Eh! what! Goodness! Why he only had one eye
-the other had gone; and-what is more, he only
had one "i" in his name-G-r-f-f-i-n.
But it was not that which made Howard stare.
The griffin was growing, swelling out bigger and
bigger, and all the time winking that one eye as hard
as he could. Now he stretched right across the page;
now his head and tail hung over the sides of the
book; now he stepped right out of the picture; he
was longer than the form, longer than the desk; he







4 The One-eyed Griffin.

stretched the whole length of the room, and his tail
hung out of the window; his eye was as big as a tea-
tray and kept opening and shutting solemnly, as,
after swallowing the book, slate, forms, desks, and
even the teacher's cane, the awful monster advanced
towards poor Howard, as though it would swallow
him too.

~~ ~ii~nfr'


"THE AWFUL MONSTER ADVANCED."
"Ha! hum! You are a nice boy"-the griffin
spoke in a deep, muffled voice, that seemed to come
right from his tail--"a very nice kind of boy
indeed!"
Oh! Oh! P-p-please I'm not! I am a very
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in a terrible fright; "a very nasty kind of a boy, and
if you were to eat me, I am sure you would be ill.
I know I should taste like castor-oil, or anne-bilus
pills, or something like that."
"Hum," rumbled the griffin, solemnly scratching
his nose with the end of his pointed tail, which he
drew in at the window for the purpose. I think
you are right; you are a very nasty kind of a boy.
Now, don't you think you ought to be ashamed of
yourself? "
"Yes, Mr. Grffin," answered Howard, tremblingly.
"Yes, if you like; at least-I mean-please what
for ?"
"What for ?" roared the monster, lifting his head
so quickly that he bumped it against the ceiling.
"Why for stealing my eye What am I to do with
only one eye, I should like to know ? I am a miser-
able old thing, am I? One eye is good enough for
me, is it ? Oh, you're a nice kind of boy, a very nice
kind of boy indeed "
Please I am very sorry," said Howard, penitently.
"Much good that is growled the griffin, shaking
his great wings, like fans over his back. "I would
just eat you up without any salt, only I must have
that eye found, and no one can do it but you."
"But I have not got it, Mr. Grffin, I never had
your old eye." Howard felt somewhat bolder now
the griffin had said he should not eat him.
"Yahl Wourough! Hur!" snarled the great






6 The One-eyed Griffin.

creature, bobbing up and down in disgust. "My
old eye, indeed My old eye Oh, you nice young
man! Did not your teacher tell you I had two
eyes, and you would persist in stealing one? You
know you did. What have you done with it ?"
"I don't know-indeed I don't!" cried Howard.
"But I must have it; you must go to my three
masters and find it."
"Who are your three masters ? asked Howard.
*" Three giants."
"Oh!" cried the boy in dismay, I dare not."
"But, young man, you must. That eye has got to
be found somehow. Besides, you ought to know my
masters, for you sent them to me."
I did ?" Howard stared at the great beast sitting
blinking that one huge eye.
Certainly. Their names are Can't, Won't, and
Don't Care. Oh, you are a nice boy "
I say, Mr. Grffin, you have told me that about ten
thousand times."
"Have I, though? said the griffin. "Hum I
did not think it was quite so often as that. Well,
you must go to them and see about that eye; besides,
you must go after Trixie."
What !" cried Howard, jumping up. "Where is
Trixie ?"
Did you not give her to Don't Care ?"
Give my Trixie to a giant? No "
Ah! but you did, for I saw you; you pushed






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her away, when she came up to you, and called Don't
Care, and the giant just opened his arms and caught
her, and now he has carried her off to Gobble Castle
in Giant-land."
Oh, dear! my poor Trixie !" cried Howard, for
he really loved his little sweetheart very much.
"What will they do with her ?"
"Keep her a prisoner, I suppose," answered the
griffin. "No one can release her but you; and no
one can find my eye but you; and you'd better go
straight away and do it at once, or I may get angry
again, and swallow you."
"Oh, bother your eye !" cried Howard. I want
to help Trixie, and all you do is to worry about your
eye. Can you not do with one for a while ? "
Up bounced the griffin, and banged his head again.
"Oh, my head! Here, we must get out of this
mouse-trap of a room, or I shall hurt myself. As to
going with one eye-no, I will not. What right have
you to go walking off with it and then grumble when
I ask you to find it? Besides, if you do not get the
eye, you cannot get Trixie; and if you do not get
Trixie, you cannot get my eye; and if you do not get
both, I shall have to go all my life in this lopsided
kind of a fashion, and then I shall eat you, and you
will not go anywhere."
Howard looked grave; the griffin was quite in
earnest, but then, you know, giants are not met with
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8 The One-eyed Griffin.

Trixie, he was doubtful about meeting these terrible
guardians of the griffin. He thought a few moments,
and then said-
"Look here, Mr. Grffin, I'm awful sorry about
Trixie and your eye, but I don't see what I can do.
Anyway, though, I suppose I had better come with
you and see the giants."
The griffin winked and nodded approvingly.
"Quite so," he said hoarsely. "But I think the
best thing you can do is to come with me to the
Fairy Queen, and just tell her truthfully what a mess
you have got us all into. She will be able to tell us
which is the wisest way to go about the task, and
perhaps she will help you by her magic."
Right you are, old one eye," cried Howard, who,
now that the griffin and he were friends, wondered
how ever he had been so frightened.
The griffin looked at him thoughtfully, as though
he did not like such familiarity, and contemplated
eating him there and then; but, after a moment, he
said, slowly shaking his great head-
"You are a nice boy !"
Howard did not take any notice of his remark, and
asked, How are we to get to fairyland ?"
Easy enough," answered the griffin. "Get on
to my back and sit still; only mind that I do not
hit you with my wings, and be sure you do not look
down as we go, or you will turn giddy and fall off. I
think you had best shut your eyes."





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"Very well, Mr. Grffin," answered our hero, climb-
ing up on to the huge leathery back. Here is room
enough to build a house, so I shall not fall."
"Are you all right?'? asked the griffin. Then
hold tight."
The great wings spread out like sails ; up flew the
monster-bang, crack, smash went the roof, and there
they were circling round in the bright sunlight, far
above the recreation-ground, the school, the Crystal
Palace, and all the places that Howard knew so
well.















CHAPTER II.


THE EFFECT OF HAVING ONLY ONE EYE.

OF all delightful rides that you could possibly have,
surely the best is upon the back of a great griffin
flying through the air. Howard had ridden a horse
and a donkey; he had been in a goat-chaise, and on
his uncle's bicycle, but never had he enjoyed a ride
half so much as this one. Behind him, the great
forked tail streamed, in front uprose the huge head,
and on either side those mighty wings beat the air
with a sound like thunder. On, on they sped, until
fields, trees, and houses were all blotted out, and
there they were high above the clouds, with nothing
but blue sky above them, and golden sunlight all
around.
"Are you all right? asked the griffin, presently.
"Yes, thanks," answered Howard. "It is just
splendid."
"Then I wish you would sit still, for you tickle
my back so much that I feel inclined to scratch
myself, and then I should tumble you off and you
would get smashed."





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Howard suddenly became as still as a statue; the
idea of being tumbled off at that height was dreadful.
"I hope I do not make you feel tired," he ventured
to remark presently ; "I am afraid I must be very
heavy."
"Pooh! snorted the griffin; "you heavy Why,
I can hardly tell you are there at all! It is very
awkward only having one eye, for I cannot see clearly
where we are going to. Can you see anything ahead
of us ?"
Howard shaded his eyes and stared in front of
him. "I can see a great bank of beautiful cloud
rising up."
"That's all right, then. I was afraid we were
going wrong. That golden cloud is Fairyland."
But!" cried Howard, "it is not golden; it is
bright green."
What !" shouted the griffin, stopping so suddenly
that his rider was nearly shot off.
"It is bright green, and I can see three huge black
forms moving about."
"Oh, goodness!" groaned the griffin, "we are in
for it now I was afraid I was wrong. Dear me,
why did I try to fly with only one eye?"
"Have we come wrong, then?" asked Howard,
anxiously.
"Wrong! I should say we have! That green
cloud is Giantland, and those three black forms are
my masters-' Don't Care,' Can't,' and 'Won't! '"






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Oh! let us go back," cried Howard, in a terrible
fright.
But it was too late; before the griffin could turn,
a great shadow seemed to fall upon them, and, look-
ing up, Howard saw a monster hand just making a
grab at the griffin's tail, while at the same time a
voice, deep and gruff, like distant thunder, cried-
Ha! ha! Gobbo Bobo, you great, lazy rascal,
so I have caught you at last I'll teach you to fly
away without leave."
The griffin gave a dismal yell, as he felt himself
seized; but, in spite of his kicking and plunging, he
was dragged backwards through that great bank of
cloud, while another huge hand began to box his
ears.
Howard was tossed about as the creature struggled,
until presently he, too, felt himself seized in a mighty
grasp, and set upon his feet.
Oh Ho! ho roared the voice. Here, Don't
Care! Won't! come here! Gobbo Bobo has come
back, and brought a fat little boy with him."
"Hurrah! hurrah!" cried another voice. Fat
little boys are very scarce just now; he will do
nicely to eat with Trixie."
Dear me, how terribly frightened Howard was!
Trembling all over, he looked up and saw three great
giants, so big that the griffin seemed no larger than
a cat beside them. Their heads were covered with
shaggy black hair, and underneath thick eyebrows,





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great cruel eyes glared at him. Their mouths, as big
as your coal cellar, were filled with sharp, gleaming
teeth, and surrounded with coarse beards, every hair
of which was as thick as whip-cord.
The griffin lay on his back, groaning, for he had
received a terrible beating; but the giants took little
notice of him, until one happened to catch his toe in
those outspread wings, nearly tumbling over; then,
with a roar of rage, he stooped, caught the poor thing
by the tail, swung him round and round, and then
let go, sending him screaming and flapping right out
of sight. Loud laughed the giants, and, putting
their hands upon their knees, they stooped down and
stared at their captive again.
I declare," shouted the biggest, "it's Howard."
"So it is, Won't," cried the next; "the same boy
who knocked out our griffin's eye."
"Yes," said the smallest; "the boy who gave
Trixie to me."
"Ho! ho ho! This is fine fun," they all roared.
"Oh! p-p-please 1-1-let me gug-gug-go," gasped
Howard.
"Let him go-just hear him!" shouted Don't Care.
"What did you come for ?" thundered Can't.
"The griffin b-brought me."
"Ah! yes; but why did you come ?"
"Please, I want the griffin's eye," stammered the
little fellow, faintly.
"The griffin's eye!" they all cried; "oh no, you






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gave it to us; you said, One eye is quite enough for
a miserable old griffin.'"
I did not mean it," sobbed Howard.
Oh, of course not! sneered Won't. "I suppose
you did not mean to give Trixie to Don't Care? "
Now it is very strange, that though Howard was
terribly frightened about the giants, yet the moment
they spoke of Trixie he forgot all his fear and only
felt very angry. His face flushed and his eyes
sparkled as he looked up at the great head bent
down close to him, and, with a mighty jump, he
gave the monster a punch right on the tip of his red
nose.
"No!" he shouted; "I did not mean to give
Trixie to you, and I was a mean sneak to do it, and
you have got to give her right up at once, and let the
griffin have his eye as well."
"Boo-hoo-hoo!" roared the giant. "Oh, you
great coward, to hit me on the nose. Oh, boo-hoo-
HOO."
"Dear me," said Don't Care, "what dreadful
creatures these children are. That Trixie scratched
my cheek all down, and now Howard has punched
poor Won't and made him cry."
"Don't care," shouted Howard. Ah at once with
a yell the giant pounced on him, and in a moment he
was pushed into a gloomy cell. "You said Don't
Care," cried his captors, clapping their great hands.
"You said Don't Care, and now you belong to us.





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We have the griffin's eye, and mean to keep it. We
have Trixie and you, and mean to eat you both."
Let me out, you great cowards," he screamed,
shaking his fists in a rage. "Let me out, and I will
fight you all three with one hand."
But it was no use ; the door was locked and bolted,
and, laughing loudly, the three giants turned away,
leaving their prisoner alone.
"Well," said the boy, sitting down on the stone
floor, "this is a nice look-out."
"It is a poor look-in," grumbled a voice near him,
and looking up he beheld the one staring eye of the
griffin pressed close to the window of the cell.
Hallo, old friend, is that you?" he called. "I
thought the giants had thrown you over the moon."
"Ah! I am used to that," sighed the griffin,
"though, to be sure, it hurts one's tail terribly."
"What a muff you were to bring me here," said
Howard.
How could I help it? I have only got one eye,
and can only see one side; I was obliged to fly the
way I could see, so it is not my fault. It is all the
effect of having only one eye."
They were silent for a few moments, then the
griffin spoke again.
I say, Howard."
"Well, what now?"
"Trixie is in the next 'cell; had you not better go
and talk with her, for she is awful lonesome ? "





16 The One-eyed Griffin.

"How can I get into the next cell, stupid?"
demanded Howard.
"I ain't stupid," said the griffin, indignantly.
"You can get in easy enough, for there is a great
crack in the corner of your cell, and you can soon
squeeze through- oh oh!"
The griffin's speech was cut short, for at that
moment he was jerked back, while a gruff voice
roared-
Now, then, get out of that, you wretched Gobbo
Bobo, or I will break your neck."















CHAPTER III.


A QUEER GAME OF HEADS AND TAILS.

AFTER the griffin's disappearance, Howard waited a
few minutes, expecting that the giants would pay
him a visit; then he began to search the sides of his
prison for the crack in the wall, through which he
hoped to gain admission to the cell where his little
sweetheart was confined.
Cautiously he crept along, feeling the damp stones
with his hands, for the light was so faint that, save
right in front of the heavily-barred window, it was
impossible to see anything.
Slowly he passed round, until in one far corner he
fancied a slight wind blew upon him, and, reaching
up, he found the wall gone, and his hand, pushed
forward as far as he could reach, met with no obstacle.
Here was the place, then; and, drawing a long
breath, he stuck fingers and toes into the rough
stones and scrambled up.
How dark it was! Howard could not see his
hand, even when he held it quite close to his eyes.
C






18 The One-eyed Griffin.

Stretching out his arms, he groped his way forward,
shuffling slowly along for fear of tumbling into any
hole that might be in his path; and many a painful
slip and fall did our little hero receive ere he saw in
front a faint flicker of light.


















"ON A HEAP OF STRAW WAS HIS TRIXIE."

Goodness! he muttered ; how thick these walls
must be Why, it is like coming through a tunnel."
Now the light grew clearer, and Howard saw he
had come to the end of his journey, and was looking
down into a room larger and lighter than the one he
had left ; and there, sitting on a heap of straw, her
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"ON A HEAP OF STRAW WAS HIS TRIXIE."

"Goodness !" he muttered ; "how thick these walls
must be Why, it is like coming through a tunnel."
Now the light grew clearer, and Howard saw he
had come to the end of his journey, and was looking
down into a room larger and lighter than the one he
had left ; and there, sitting on a heap of straw, her





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head bent, and her face buried in her hands, was
his Trixie.
He stood looking at her in silence, feeling very
sad and ashamed that his ill-temper had brought
her into such trouble; and a great determination
came into his heart that in some way he would set
her free, and punish their cruel enemies.
"Hist Trixie, Trixie," he whispered at length.
Golden-haired Trixie raised her head, and looked
round in wonder.
Who is there ? she cried.
"Hush, dear, it is me-Howard, and I have come
through the wall from my cell. Stand out of the
way, Trixie darling," and down he jumped.
"Oh, dear, dear Howard," she said, throwing her
little plump arms round his neck, "how glad I am to
see you! I have been so very lonely here."
"Cheer up, Trixie," he answered. I'll find some
way to get you out, and pay those great cowards out,
too. I don't feel a bit frightened of them now. I
punched the biggest one on the nose a little while
ago, and he cried like a big baby."
"Oh, Howard! gasped Trixie.
"I did, really, and I will again if I get the chance.
But, Trixie, tell me how you got here."
I cannot," she replied, for I do not know. The
last thing I remember was in the schoolroom, when
you were cross; you pushed me away, and said,
'Don't Care!' and the next minute I found myself





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in the arms of a great giant, who brought me into
this horrid place."
The tears came into Howard's eyes.
Oh, Trixie," he cried, "it is all my fault! "
"Never mind, dear," she said, kissing him; "you
did not mean it, I am sure, and we shall find some way
out. I wonder what the giants want to do with us."
What they never shall do," he answered, clenching
his fists.
The idea of his Trixie being eaten by those horrid
creatures was too terrible to think about.
"Don't you trouble, dear; I will take care of
you-- Whatever is that ?"
Howard might well ask. A terrible roaring,
shouting, and stamping shook the place, and with it
came the sound of great, thudding blows, and cries
of pain.
Trixie clung, trembling and pale, to her companion
who, putting his arms round her, stared about in
wonder.
The noise was dreadful, and Howard could hear
the giants' voices shouting, "Roast!" "Baked! "
"Boiled!"
Ah! he understood now; they were quarrelling
which way he and poor Trixie were to be cooked!
"Oh, Howard, Howard, what shall we do ?" sobbed
the little girl, adding, with a scream, as she pointed
to the window, Oh look there "
Howard's heart gave a bound of joy, not of fear, as,





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glancing up, he saw his old friend Gobbo Bobo sticking
his great nose through and blinking his one eye at
them.
Hi! be quick there," the griffin grunted. "They
are having such a row, and as soon as they have
settled it they will come for you. Help Trixie up
into the crack, and both of you hide there. They
will think you have both escaped, and will go to look
for you, and then I can help you out."
Quick as thought Howard obeyed, and, lifting
Trixie up, placed her safely in the broken wall.
"That is right," said the griffin. "Now, then--
Oh! oh my poor tail!"
Alas Howard was too late. A huge hand caught
the griffin and hurled him away; then, plunging
through the window, seized the struggling boy and
drew him out.
A shout of surprise came from the giant. "Why,
how is this? I put you in the other cell; how did
you come in Trixie's ? "
"Yes," roared Can't, and where is Trixie ?"
In spite of his danger, Howard burst out laughing
as he looked at the giants; they had been punishing
each other finely.
Won't had his eyes all bruised and swollen, Can't
had his nose broken, and Don't Care had a great
crack on his ugly head.
"What are you laughing at?" they bellowed.
Answer our question, you impudent little shrimp."





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I got in by the right way," he cried defiantly,
"and Trixie got out by the right way too, and is
quite safe now."
The giants howled with rage.
Oh, these earth children are terrible; nothing is safe
where they are. Since Trixie has gone we had better
eat him at once, or perhaps he will get away too."
Howard looked round almost in despair. How
glad he felt that Trixie was safely hidden!
"Now there is only one left we will do my way
and roast him," cried Won't.
"No, no, my way-boil him," shouted Can't.
I say we will bake him," roared Don't Care.
"Well, I have had enough fighting," said the
eldest, "and as we cannot cook him all three ways,
suppose we toss up heads or tails ?"
"Agreed," cried the other two; "but we have no
penny."
"Hum! neither have I. Stay! let us toss him
up-it will be fun. If he comes down on his head,
we will roast him; if he comes down on his feet,
boil him; and if he falls any other way, bake him.
Will that do?"
"First rate," they said. "Won't, you are the
biggest and strongest; you throw him up. A good,
high toss, mind; right up to the moon."
Poor Howard! All in vain was it to fight and
kick. He was seized and carried round to the front
of Gobble Castle.





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"Now then," the giant laughed, "a real good
throw. Heads for me, tails for Can't, and any other
way for Don't Care "
"Hurrah hurrah! Now one two three.
Away! Ho! ho! ho!"
Like a rocket, away flew Howard. Up, up, up,
until the hoarse roar of the giants' laughter grew
faint, and died away altogether. Up, up, he could
not scream, for the rush of wind was so great that
his breath came in short gasps. Up, till he thought
he would never cease rising. Ah, now he was
moving more slowly; now a pause for a moment,
and then with a cry of terror he began to plunge
downward. Down, down, surely he would be
smashed into little pieces-down, ah, bang! he had
hit the ground.
For a moment or two he lay still, wondering why
he was not hurt; then, why, surely he was moving,
and what was that great swish, swish he heard ?
Opening his eyes, he sat up to find himself safe on
Gobbo Bobo's back, while the griffin, craning his
head round, was looking at him anxiously from his
one eye.
You are not hurt, are you ? he inquired.
"Ah! no. I feel all right," responded Howard, in
rather a dazed sort of way.
"Ha! I think I did that pretty cleverly," the
griffin grunted.
"Where am I ?" asked Howard.





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"On my back, and going straight to Fairyland.
I heard the old giants talking, and flew up as fast
as I could, keeping close to you ; and as soon as you
began to fall I caught you on my back."
It's awfully good of you," said our hero, grate-
fully.
"Not at all," growled the griffin. "I want my
eye, and cannot get it without you; besides, I am
getting to like you, for you are a better sort of a
boy than I thought you were."
"But what about Trixie?" asked Howard, anx-
iously.
"She is quite safe. I just called to her and told
her to stay there till we came back. My friends, the
glow-worms, have lit their lanterns for her, and a
little gnome, who is a friend of mine, will keep her
company. We could not get her away before you
have conquered the giants, and so it is best to get
to Fairyland as quickly as possible. See, there it
is, right in front; the giant threw you quite close
to it, and here are the guards coming to take us to
the queen."















CHAPTER IV.


AMONG THE FAIRIES.

TWENTY-FOUR fairy soldiers, and not one of them
taller than your little finger. Twenty-four brave
warriors, each dressed in glittering armour made
from beetles' shining wings; each with a beautiful
silken cloak worked by gossamer weavers and woven
in rainbow hues; each with long lances gathered
from the whispering sedges; with shields and helms
of pure rock crystal, and plumes plucked from the
humming-bird's breast. Twenty-four good swords
of hornet-stings hung from their left sides, and
twenty-four blind bats were their chargers.
Swiftly they came towards the griffin, and the
leader cried, Hey, old one eye, what are you doing
here, and who is that upon your back? "
"That is Howard," answered the griffin. I am
bringing him to Fairyland, that he may obtain the
help of your queen."
"What does he want her help for?" next de-
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"To conquer three great giants, who have got
Trixie prisoner, and who will not give up my other
eye."
"Come along, then," cried the little soldier, whip-
ping up his bat. I am sure the queen will be very
glad to see you, Howard, and will do all she can to
help you."
"Thank you," answered Howard; and, surrounded
by their guides, he and the griffin flew swiftly on,
and soon alighted on the wonderful shores of
Fairyland.
And, mind you, Fairyland is a wonderful place,
and you must never be surprised at what you meet
there. Once, long ago, it used to be on earth, so
that every one could see it; but when men began
to grow bad and hard-hearted, the fairies found they
could not live with them. Then people began to
say that there were no such things as fairies, so the
little folk flew right away, and only come to earth
now in the quiet moonlight; and no one but little
children, and a few big folk who have still got
children's hearts, can ever see them.
All round, far as Howard could see, stretched a
carpet of the most lovely green velvety grass,
worked all over with patterns of real, sweet-scented
violets and lily-bells. Here and there were great
clusters of brown nodding fern, and banks of the
pretty hare-bells; while, rippling and shining, a
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crystal, and wound its way through the meadows.
Lovely birds darted to and fro, and filled the air with
sweet music; and great brilliant butterflies sunned
themselves upon the splendid roses that blossomed
all around.
Howard could not help thinking that the griffin
was much too big to come into that beautiful place;
but when he looked at him he was surprised to find
that he just seemed to fit right; for one of the
strange things in Fairyland is that everything suits
itself to its surroundings.
"Here we are," cried the guide. "Jump off,
Howard."
Our hero did as requested, and, following the
leader, was led into the presence of the lovely fairy
queen.
"Welcome to our land," she said, smiling at the
visitors. I knew you would be here soon, and shall
be glad to do what I can to help you."
"Thanks, your Majesty," responded Howard, while
the griffin, standing upon his hind legs, tucked his
tail under his arm, and made a most profound bow.
"I am aware of all that has occurred," she con-
tinued; "for though we are not seen by you earth
people, my subjects are in every place watching how
children behave."
Howard blushed and hung his head; it was not
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Never mind," she said, as though she could read
his thoughts. "We all may do wrong, but, if we
are sorry, and try to atone for what we have done,
we may undo the mischief and conquer the giants."
"I am sorry," he answered, honestly. "I did not
mean to give Trixie to Don't Care."
"Well, we must set her free; but I warn you that,
although I can advise you, and even help you a little,
you must do the work yourself."
"I will-indeed I will," he cried, eagerly, if you
will only tell me how to get Trixie away."
"Here, I say," growled the griffin, "don't forget
about my eye."
"No, I will not," replied Howard. Please, your
Majesty, I must get the griffin's eye for him."
"Quite so, Howard; you will get that at the
same time you set Trixie free. Now, as you will
have to go a journey by yourself, Gobbo Bobo had
better go back to Giantland and keep guard over
Trixie."
"Oh! Ough! Wough !" howled the griffin, dis-
mally. "I shall be killed; the giants will twist my
poor tail off if I go back now. Oh! Ough! Wough!
Wough!"
He looked so terribly frightened that Howard felt
quite sorry for him; but the queen leaned forward,
smiling, and touched him with her wand. Go back
in this shape, and no one will know you," she said;
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changed into a dear little robin, the only thing to
mark him as Gobbo Bobo being that he still had only
one eye. If Howard was surprised, the Griffin was
more so, and very funny it was to see him hopping
round first on one foot, then on the other, flapping
his little wings, and turning his head sideways to
look at himself. Merrily laughed all the fays as
they watched him, and even the queen smiled.
Chirp, chirp," he piped in shrill tones. "It is all
very well for you to laugh; but, pray, who am I ? 'Am
I myself or somebody else, and if I am somebody
else, shall I ever be myself again ? "
Oh, yes !" said the Fairy Queen. "As soon as
Howard sets foot in Giantland, you will instantly
take your own shape; but now fly off as fast as you
can and tell Trixie all that has happened."
"All right, your Majesty! Good-bye, fairies-
good-bye, Howard, and do not forget my eye." And
with a parting chirp he was gone.
Howard watched him until at last he became only
a little speck, that soon vanished in the blue sky;
then, turning to the queen, he stood ready to hear
her instructions.
"Now, Howard," said the tiny monarch, "listen to
me. You will have to go a journey into a strange,
dreary land, where you will come to a hill called
Difficulty."
"Why," he cried, "that is the hill Christian
climbed !"





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"Yes," she replied, gravely; "and it is a hill that
all good and great men and women have to climb,
and you, too, must go over it. Halfway up you will
find a path that is called Effort, and along this you
must go. It is all overgrown with thick brambles of
a plant called Discouragement, and to clear these
away I am going to give you a magic sword, which
we fairies called Resolution. When you have got to
the end of the path you will see a great tree. It is
the tree of Patience, and is very hard to climb, but
if you cut holes in the trunk with your sword you
will be able to manage it. Now, when you get to
the first bough, search among the leaves, and you
will find a nut made of copper; on the second bough
there is one made of silver, and on the third one,
near the top of the tree, one of pure gold. These
three nuts you must pick, for though they are very
small, each contains a powerful genie who will over-
come one of your enemies. The first, in the copper
nut, is 'I Will Try ;' the second is, I Can;' and the
last, 'I Will.'. Try can do much; Can does more;
and Will does everything. Do you understand ?"
"Yes," answered Howard; "but when I have got
the nuts, what am I to do, please ?"
"As soon as you have picked the last one, you will
find yourself back in Gobble Castle; then you must
crack the nuts, beginning with the copper one, and
your friends will direct you what to do next."
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forward, bowed and laid at her feet a beautiful sword
in a golden scabbard.
"This is the fairy sword, Resolution," she said.
"Take it, Howard, and read what is written on the
blade."
He picked it up, and, having fastened the belt
round his waist, drew out the keen, shining blade,
and saw these words engraved upon it-
"There is no foe that may withstand
My blade, when wielded by true hand;
If heart is brave and hand is true,
Resolution all can do.
I'll clear the path, I'll cut the tree;
Success he wins who fights with me."
"Can you read it, Howard ?" asked the queen.
"Yes, your Majesty," he responded.
"Then go and do your best, and be sure you do
not lose your sword. Now, good-bye, and good luck.
Fairy guards, take Howard and lead him at once to
the great desert of Unaccomplished Deeds, and set
him on the road that leads to Difficulty."
"Your Majesty is obeyed," shouted the guards,
and surrounding the little boy, they sank with him
right through the earth.
















CHAPTER V.


UP THE HILL DIFFICULTY.

WHEN Howard recovered from the surprise of his
sudden exit from Fairyland, he found himself alone,
and in a huge sandy plain, across which ran a beaten
track leading to a steep, dark hill in the distance.
"This must be the path leading to the hill Diffi-
culty," he said to himself, and at once bravely set out
on his journey.
After walking for some miles, he overtook an old
man journeying along with a box of paints under his
arm and a sheet of white paper in his hand.
"Good day, sir," he said politely. "Can you tell
me the way to the hill Difficulty ?"
"Yonder it lies," answered the man, pointing
straight down the path. "Are you going there,
young man ?"
"Yes, sir," Howard replied; "I am going to cross
it."
"Ah!" responded the other, shaking his head,
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advice you will stay here. It is not very nice yet,
but we are going to have a splendid town some day."
"What is the name of this place, then?" inquired
Howard.
"This is the desert of Unaccomplished Deeds, and
we are going to build a beautiful town here. Every
one is going to take part, and we are only waiting
for one thing to happen before we begin."
"And what may that be ?"
"Why, for sonr one to move that ugly hill out of
our way. When there is no Difficulty there, we shall
soon build. -I myself am the artist, and shall paint
all the pictures. If I'were to begin now, I should
have to climb the hill in order to get the sunlight;
and that is such a hard thing that I could not think
of it."
"And what is that man doing?" asked our hero,
pointing to a person who was standing by a great
harp.
"Oh, he is our musician, and is to play a grand
piece when the town is built; only he cannot practise
till the hill is removed because of the echo. Those
are our soldiers," he added, pointing to a number of
men in uniform. "They are to conquer our enemies,
but they cannot march till that troublesome hill is
gone. I cannot tell you the number of grand things
we are all going to do when Difficulty is removed."
"But suppose it is not removed ?" Howard said.
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34 The One-eyed Griffin.

stay as we are. But here my walk ends, and if you will
not take my advice, you had better keep straight along
this path and you will come to the foot of the hill."
Howard thanked the old fellow, and ran on as hard
as he could; but it was rather tiring, and he was
feeling hungry and faint.
I wonder if that woman would give me something
to eat ?" he thought, stopping at the gate of a little
cottage. "I think I will go and ask her."
Undoing the gate, he walked up to the woman,
who was sitting idly at her door.
"Please can you give me something to eat?" he
said.
She looked at him in surprise. "Why, I have
nothing in the place," she replied. "To be sure, I
am going to tidy the house, and make a lot of nice
cakes soon, but I cannot do it until the hill is moved,
for it keeps the sun off the windows, and the fires
will not draw."
"Dear me!" cried Howard, "then whatever do you
do for food ?"
Oh, we just pick the berries and apples and eat
them; you can get as many as you like on the trees
here."
"Thank you," Howard said, and turned away. I
wonder the fruit does not wait for the hill to be
moved before it starts growing," he thought; "but it
is lucky for me there is plenty ripe and juicy."
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the hill, and made a hearty meal; then once more he
started on his way, and began to clamber up the
steep hillside. Up, up, panting and toiling, now
slipping among loose pebbles, now scrambling over
huge rocks, or jumping great gaps. Oh, it was a hard
road, and poor Howard began to feel he should
never get to the top. His breath came in short
gasps, and a terrible stitch in the side made him feel
sick and faint with every movement of his body.
His hands were all torn and bruised and his feet hot
and blistered when, just as he thought that he must
give up, he came to a turn in the road, and there,
stretching away to the right, was a pathway with a
signboard erected, on which was written, "This is
the footpath Effort!"
Hurrah !" he cried, pausing to wipe the perspira-
tion from his face. I am right so far, but I declare
this path does not seem much easier."
It did not, indeed, for though it was not so steep
and rough, it was all overgrown with thick tangled
creepers and sharp thorns, that pierced his hands
and tore his clothes as he tried to force his way
through them.
"I suppose these are the weeds the fairy queen
spoke of. I will see what my good sword can do."
Drawing the bright blade, he set to work hacking
right and left at the thick branches and dragging the
severed masses out of his path. Oh, how his arms
ached, to be sure; and it seemed to him that the







36 The One-eyed Griffin.

brambles grew faster than he could clear them away.
Still he toiled on, step by step, his bright sword
rising and falling like a ray of light, and now-
Ugh! what was that ?
A great, green, slimy slug, as large as a sheep,
right before him, and waving a pair of long, fleshy


1*
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"A GREAT, GREEN, SLIMY SLUG."


horns in his face. Spit, spit, hiss, hiss it went, darting
swiftly towards him.
For a moment Howard stood looking with fear
and disgust at the horrid creature, then with a great
cry he sprang forward and buried his sword in the
slug's side.


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Round and round it twisted, tearing up brambles
and stones in its wild struggles, and then, with a great
leap, it sprang up and fell back dead.
Bravo bravo he has killed Sloth the Sluggard "
cried a voice overhead. Howard looked up, only to
utter another shout and spring back with Resolution
raised ready to strike, for there, swinging just above
him, was a huge fat spider as large as a man's head.
"It is all right," said the spider, letting itself fall
to the ground. "It is all right, Howard, you have
nothing to fear from me. I am the spider Industry,
and am the friend of all who come along the path
Effort. That great slug has killed many a traveller,
but you have overcome him. I cannot do much to
help you yet, but when you come to the great tree
of Patience I may be of use to you."
"Am I near the end of this road ? asked Howard.
"You are getting on; but there is still a good way
to go. Just ahead you will come to a deep pit
called Idleness, where Sloth used to live, but I have
spun a bridge right across, and you will be able to
pass safely. I must go now, for there are many on
the hill that need my help, but I will see you again
soon," and, so saying, the spider ran off swiftly.
With a shudder of loathing Howard sprang over
the body of his fallen foe, and continued his journey,
soon arriving at the pit the spider had spoken of.
A great gloomy crack in the ground, so deep that he
could not see the bottom. He rolled a stone down,





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and heard it thunder from rock to rock, waking the
echoes until it fell with a sullen splash into some
hidden pool.
I had rather not go down there," he said, and
so will look out for the bridge the spider spoke of.
I hope it will be strong enough to bear me."
He walked along the edge, and soon found the
object of his search-a strong bridge of glistening
web stretching over the dark gulf. Cautiously he
tried it, and finding it supported him easily, ran
swiftly across and was safe upon the farther side.
And now once more came the fight with the brambles
and creepers, but Howard's heart was full of deter-
mination, and he worked with a will, slowly but
surely clearing away the thick growth that hindered
his progress, until to his joy he found himself at the
end of the lane, and there right in front of him stood
a great tree towering up high in the air.















CHAPTER VI.


THE THREE MAGIC NUTS.

LEANING upon his sword, Howard paused and looked
round. Not a single living thing was in sight, and
the air was still and silent. Behind rose the grim
hill he had toiled up, and he could distinctly see the
path he had cut along its side; while before him
a vast meadow-land lay, fringed with clumps of
bending poplars and sighing willows; and there, all
by itself, the majestic tree of Patience, tall and
smooth of trunk, without anything to aid him in
climbing to the three waving boughs that branched
out far above his head.
"My word !" he exclaimed. "That tree will want
some climbing; I never saw such a trunk. Why,
there is nothing to hang on to, and it is much too
thick for me to get my arms round. I reckon I shall
have to cut steps right away up with my sword; but
won't it take a long time "
Throwing off his coat, he set to work hacking
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40 The One-eyed Griffin.

"It is like cutting iron," he panted, after he had
worked for some time. "It is the hardest wood I
ever came across."
Yes, hard wood to cut, and a hard tree to climb
is Patience. Harder, perhaps, than any tree in the
world."
The words seemed to come from his feet, and
Howard, on looking down, saw the great spider
Industry was sitting watching his work.
"You are doing pretty well, my friend," said the
creature. "But even the good sword Resolution will
get blunted at that work; you will want my help,
I see."
"I shall be very glad of it," replied Howard,
"though I do not quite see how you can aid me."
"Don't you ?" quietly answered the spider. "Ah!
perhaps not; but I make my home in this tree, and
I know just where the three nuts grow."
"That is certainly something, good Industry; but
the question is, if my sword gets blunted, how am I
going to climb up to the nuts? "
"Yes, Howard, that is the question, and this is the
answer." So saying the spider quickly ran up the
trunk and out on to the lowest branch; then when
just over Howard's head, he let himself down by his
web, leaving a silken thread reaching from the bough
to the ground.
"That is the way," he cried; "you cannot climb
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"Why! that will never bear me," answered
Howard, shaking his head.
"Of course not, but a hundred such threads will,
and I am going to make them."
It will make you very tired to do that a hundred
times, I fear."
"Ah! Howard," the spider said, "you forget this
is the tree of Patience, and you, with Resolution,
have tried to conquer it all at once. Industry goes
again and again over the ground, but does the work
more surely."
Howard sat down and watched the great spider as
it toiled on, making the ladder stronger by a thread
at each journey. "Is it not strong enough now ?" he
inquired presently.
"Patience, Howard," it answered. "'Slow and
sure' is my way of working, for it is better to wait
and succeed than to hurry and fail."
Eighty times, ninety, ninety-five, ninety-nine, a
hundred. At length the task was over, and the
spider, seizing the strands, deftly twisted them in
and out, until it had weaved a good stout cord.
"There!" it cried, "that will bear you and
another as heavy, if need be. Now, put your sword
in its sheath, and see if you can climb the rope as
quickly as I run up the trunk."
Howard did as directed, and commenced to
swarm up, but, quickly as he moved, Industry had
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times before he managed to swing himself on to the
bough.
"I have raced," laughed the spider. "But, there,
I suppose that is because I have eight legs, or rather
hands, for all my legs are hands, you know."
Sitting upon the great branch, the little boy had
to pant some time before he could reply.
I say," cried Industry. "Just haul up that rope,
and make it fast round your waist."
"What ever for ? he asked.
"Why, my dear lad, you are a hundred feet above
the earth, and if you were to slip I am afraid that
even I could not put your little pieces together
again. I never move without making a cord fast at
the starting point. Now, if you are ready, we will
move along after the first nut."
Following his guide, Howard crept along, pushing
his way through the great cool leaves. It was
easier by far than climbing, but very much more
dangerous, for the branch was smooth and slippery,
and many times did our little boy stumble, as the
leaves brushed roughly against him.
But now Industry stopped; and tearing away with
his powerful forelegs, soon brought to light a little
round nut no larger than an acorn, and shining like
burnished copper.
Number one," he said, the next moment clutching
Howard with all his legs, and crying excitedly,
Here, be careful, or you will go over !"





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He was only just in time, for our hero, in the joy
of getting his treasure, had forgotten where he was;
and, springing to his feet, would have plunged
headlong down, if the spider had not caught him.
"You had better be careful," he said, "or you will be
off. Now, just put that nut safely in your pocket,
and let us get on to the next branch."
Back they toiled and, reaching the trunk once
more, they began to ascend. It was easier now, for
there were branches and leaves to help them up;
and it was not long before the second stage of their
journey was accomplished.
"Now, pray be careful," said Industry. "I do
wish you had another pair of legs. How ever you
earth-people can get along with only two, and a pair
of stumpy arms that have not got even decent claws,
is more than I can think. Remember you are not
on the ground now, though you will be pretty quickly
if you are not careful."
"I will take care," responded Howard. "You go
first, and show me the way."
On they went, the wind making the bough dance
up and down, so that Howard had to cling with
hands and knees every few moments; but, steadily
creeping along, they at last reached the spot they
wanted.
"This is rather more awkward," said the spider.
"The nut lies underneath, and I shall have to drop
down to reach it. You remain quite still where you






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are, and I will soon be back again," and, so saying,
Industry swung himself over, and disappeared among
the leaves.
It is all right," he shouted presently, "I have got
it," and back he came, holding a silver nut in his
strong jaws. "Prize number two, Howard. Oh, we
are getting along famously, and-- Oh, my!" As
he said this the spider seemed to slip, and, letting go
his hold, fell rolling over and over downwards.
"Oh, he will be killed!" screamed Howard, in
despair.
"No, keep still; I am all right."
He felt a thrill of relief as the words came from
far below, and soon Industry came in sight, climbing
rapidly upwards.
"See, Howard, the advantage of fastening one end
of your thread; if I had not done so, I should have
been smashed. As it was, I just hauled in as fast
as I could, and swung in safety."
Oh, I am glad you are safe," cried Howard, taking
the second nut and dropping it into his pocket.
"Now come on for the last one, and let us get
finished. I may as well say good-bye, for the
moment you have the golden nut you will be back in
Giantland."
"I wish you could come too," said Howard, wist-
fully. I should so like to have you with me."
"No, I may not do that; my place is on the hill
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"I will always remember you and the way you
have helped me," he answered.
"I could not have helped you if you had not
helped yourself; but when I saw you bravely fight
with Sloth, then I knew I could be your friend."
By this time they had reached the topmost branch,
and had worked their way to the end, and now the
spider, leaning forward, caught the third nut in his
grasp. "I am going to pull it now; be ready to
take it," he cried.
"I am all ready," answered Howard.
Good-bye !" said the spider.
"Good-bye, and thank you."
"Look out! Catch!" The spider pulled, and
pitched a gleaming nut to Howard; he leaned
forward and clutched it, and then--
Well, read the next chapters, and see.















CHAPTER VII.


WHAT HAPPENED TO TRIXIE.

WE must now go back and see how it fared with
poor Trixie during the absence of her sweetheart.
You remember that Howard had just helped her
into their hiding place, when he was seized by the
giant Won't. For a few moments she remained dazed
and frightened in the inky darkness; the cry that
Howard gave rang in her ears, and she felt sure that
he had been killed; so, sitting on the rough ground,
she began to sob in her loneliness and fear, as though
her heart would break. Hark! what was that?
Something going scrape, scrape, against the outside
walls; yes, there it was, and rising, she peered
cautiously down into the cell, and saw the great
griffin winking and blinking through the window.
"Is that you, Trixie ? he whispered hoarsely.
"Yes," she answered. "Where is Howard ? "
"The giants have got him; but you need not fear,
I will manage to get him away and take him to
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"Oh dear," sighed the little girl, in dismay.
"It will not be very long," said the griffin, "and
the glowworms are going to light their lamps for
you, and a little brown elf, who is a friend of mine,
will come and keep you company. Be a brave little
girl, and we will soon have you safe and free."
"Am I to stay here ?" asked Trixie.
"Yes," he whispered. "Good-bye !" and he was
gone.
Trixie looked round dolefully. How horribly
gloomy it was Why, there was a light, and another
and another; hundreds of little gleaming flames
dotting the walls like fairy lamps.
Oh, how pretty!" she cried.
"Yes, it is pretty; they are the glowworms."
Trixie started, for there beside her was a queer-
looking little fellow dressed all in russet brown.
"How are you getting on ? he asked, smiling at
her. "You are surprised to see me, eh ? I am the
elf Nobody, and Somebody, Anybody, and Everybody
are my brothers. Oh, we are a merry set, we four;
but I think I make most fun. Nobody is with you,
my dear. Nobody breaks the windows and spills the
ink. Nobody is to blame when people quarrel, and
Nobody means to stop with you until Howard or the
griffin gets back."
The little man turned head over heels and stood
on the very point of his sugarloaf hat, with his toes
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48 The One-eyed Griffin.

Can you do that, Trixie ?" he laughed.
I should not like to try," she replied.
Ah, of course, and Nobody would like you to try,
or you might break your neck."
"But would you like me to break my neck ? said
Trixie, reproachfully.
"Well, you see, my dear, Nobody could mend it
again."
"Oh !" said the little lady. I did not know that."
So time went on, and the elf stayed, keeping
Trixie merry with his funny pranks and songs.
When she was cold, Nobody made her a fire; Vhen
she was hungry, he brought her cakes; and when
she was dull, he sang her his fairy lays ; while all the
time hundreds of glowworms made the place bright
and cheerful. Still Trixie felt very anxious about
Howard, and often asked Nobody when he thought
they would get back.
"Well, my dear," he was saying in reply to this
question, after he had answered it before about fifty
times, "you see, it depends a good deal upon circum-
stances, for- Hallo! here is Gobbo Bobo."
"Where?" cried Trixie, looking round. All she
could see was a little brown robin standing in the cell.
"Why, there," cried Nobody, pointing to the bird.
"He has changed his dress, certainly, but he cannot
deceive me. Nobody knows him. I can tell him by
his one eye."
"Oh, you keep quiet," chirped the robin, angrily.






The One-eyed Griffin.


"Keep quiet, I say, or you will have every one hear-
ing you, and I should be in a nice plight if the giants
were to get me now; why, they would just scrunch
me up to nothing in no time."
The elf immediately became grave. "You are
right, Gobbo," he said, "and I will be careful. Well,
here is Trixie; I have kept her safe for you. And
now I will just hear the story of your adventures, and
then be off."
Trixie looked in amazement at the little robin.
How could that possibly be the great ugly griffin ?
"Is 't really you ?" she asked, at length.
"Yes, my dear, really, though I am afraid my own
mother would not know me. I hope Howard will
get back safely, or I shall never be able to be my old
self again; and a nice figure I should cut, hopping
about in this ridiculous fashion all my days!"
"Please will you tell me all that has happened ?"
asked Trixie.
"Certainly, my dear," said Gobbo, fluttering on to
her shoulder; and beginning with Howard's falling
into Won't's hands, he narrated all their adventures
up to the time of his departure from Fairyland.
"But what is it that Howard has to do?" said
Trixie, when he had concluded his story.
"I do not know; you see, it does not do to be
curious in Fairyland, for the queen does not like it;
so all we can do is to wait quietly until Howard gets
back."






50 The One-eyed Griffin.

"Hurrah!" shouted Nobody, "and then we will
give it to the old giants."
"What is that?" thundered a mighty voice out-
side.
"There!" whispered the robin. "Now you have
done it, and I hope you are happy."
They kept quite still, hardly daring to breathe, as
they saw a giant hand come through the window, and
feel all round the room.
"It is very odd," they heard the voice mutter. "I
am sure I heard some one speaking. I believe that
Trixie is in there still. Ha! what is this?"
The captives gave a groan of dismay, for one great
finger had stuck in the crack in which they were
hiding.
"Ha! ho! ho! So that is where she is. Hi,
Tommy! Tommy!"
The robin groaned. "It is all up now. Tommy
is the giant's cat, and if he gets in here we are done
or."
Tommy !" cried the giant again. Here, Tommy!
hole in the wall."
"I thought so," groaned Gobbo; "it always means
mischief when Tommy goes to a hole in the wall, for
whatever is in that hole has to come out. He has
emptied lots of holes in the wall, and he is going to
empty this. Oh dear me, you stupid Nobody!"
"Well! cried Trixie, desperately, "do not let us
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air than to wait and be eaten by a horrid cat in this
dark place."
As she spoke, the little girl jumped down and ran
to the door, which the giant had already opened.
After her flew the robin, and behind him came


"HERE SHE IS-I HAVE FOUND TRIXIE !"


Nobody, and through the doorway they rushed into
the bright sunlight.
"Hi! Don't Care-Can't-here she is! I have
found Trixie! shouted the voice; and the little girl
was seized and held up out of reach of a huge cat
that came springing forward. The robin quickly
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of escape, gave a great jump and shot right down
the cat's throat.
Hurrah!" yelled the giant brothers; "so we
have caught you again Howard has not come down
yet, for Won't threw him rather higher than he meant
to; but he will be here soon, and then. into the oven
you go-oh, my eye !"
It was Won't that said these last words, for, just
at that moment, the robin flew at him and bumped
right into one of his staring eyes.
He put Trixie down, and began to rub the tears
away, while the two others looked on in sympathy;
and she, seeing her opportunity, slipped under the
leaves of a great fern, and lay hidden from sight.
What!" roared the monsters, when they discovered
their loss, "has she gone again? Well, of all the
aggravating children, she is the worst. Be quick and
let us find her."
Down stooped Don't Care, close to the spot where
she lay, but as he did so the watchful robin bobbed
right into his face. "Oh!" he roared, starting up,
and Trixie was safe once more; but not so poor
Gobbo, for Can't made a clutch at him and seized
his pretty wings.
Here," he growled, "we will put a stop to your
nonsense, and-eh why-look here, you two. I do
believe this is Gobbo Bobo in disguise; look at his
one eye."
Putting their great heads close together, the three






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brothers stooped over the little captive and began to
examine him, but scarcely had they bent forward
when each received a violent blow that sent them,
huge as they were, staggering backwards, while at
the same moment, with a roar of delight, the griffin
appeared in his proper shape once more.















CHAPTER VIII.


THE EYE IS FOUND AT LAST.

PERHAPS you will wonder what had happened to the
giants. Simply the griffin had grown into his self
again, and a griffin is larger than a robin, so Gobbo,
suddenly swelling out, had sent them flying right and
left. You will remember Gobbo Bobo was to stay a
robin until Howard got back to Giantland. Well,
the moment our hero had got the golden nut in his
hand, the tree, spider, and hill all vanished, and he
found himself standing in front of Gobble Castle,
just as the giants were bending over the robin.
Trixie gave a little cry of delight as she caught
sight of her sweetheart. How handsome he looked,
standing confronting the three giants; his eyes
sparkling, his face flushed, and the gleaming sword,
Resolution, still in his hand.
And oh! how those giants did roar and stamp
with pain, for all their eyes were bruised and swollen,
and their faces cut and scratched. They bellowed,
they screamed, they rushed about, while the griffin
stood on his hind legs, and fairly danced with joy.






The' One-eyed Griffin.


Howard and Trixie stood watching the strange
scene, when suddenly the former caught sight of
something he had not seen before-namely, a huge
tom cat lying stiff and dead, and seated upon the
body a queer little brown elf, none other, in fact, than
our old friend Nobody, looking as jolly and fresh as
though he had never jumped down a cat's throat in
all his life.
With a bound and grin, the elf reached his side,
and cried, "Now then, Howard, look alive! crack
the copper nut."
He put his hand in his pocket, and, drawing it out,
placed the nut between his teeth-crack! and out
fluttered a little creature no larger than a gnat, while
at the same time Nobody shouted-

The genie I Will Try,' I see;
Old Don't Care is a match for thee."

"Is he?" shouted Don't Care, in return. "We
will soon see about that;" and he sprang forward to
the combat. It seemed absurd for that little fluttering
sprite to try to conquer his huge foe; but as Howard
watched he saw a strange thing happen, for as they
fought, the genie grew larger and stronger, while
Don't Care shrivelled and shrank till they had quite
changed sizes; then, with a laugh of scorn, the genie
stooped, and seizing his puny antagonist, hurled him
out of sight, and, with a loud report, "I Will Try"
vanished.





56 The One-eyed Griffin.

"Come, Howard," again cried the elf. "Now the
silver nut," and crack!-that also was broken, a
second little sprite springing out.

"The genie 'I Can,' plain I see;
Ugly Can't is a match for thee,"

sang Nobody, beating his hands in time to the tune.
"Hoo! hoo !" roared Can't; but he did not seem
to want to fight, and tried to get behind Won't. It
was no use, however, the genie flew at him and
dragged him forward, and again the same wonder
occurred; the more they struggled the larger grew
Can and the smaller became Can't, till at last he,
too, was hurled into the air, and "I Can" also
vanished.
"Hurrah! hurrah!" cried Nobody, while Trixie
clapped her little hands, and the griffin fairly stood
on his head in delight. Indeed, the only one who
was not pleased was the giant Won't, who fell upon
his knees, blubbering and howling for mercy.
"Go on, Howard; the golden nut," said Nobody.
Howard looked at the frightened monster.
Can we not spare him ?" he asked.
"What! cried the griffin, aghast. "Spare him !
No; certainly not. If you do you must both stay
here, and I shall never get my eye."
"Boo hoo Mercy! whined the giant.
"No! no! no!" cried Nobody. "Come, Howard,
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Crack! A little golden sprite this time; but no
sooner did he touch the ground than he shot up
into a towering genie. The elf had no time to sing,
for the mighty giant Won't just gave one last yell of
fear, and melted-yes, without even I Will laying a
hand upon him. He just melted away, and, with a
rumble and crash, Gobble Castle came tumbling
down into ruins.
"Hurrah!" shouted Howard. "Our last foe is
vanquished and we are free." And Trixie, Nobody,
and Gobbo Bobo joined in the cheer. Hold,
though; what about your eye ? All the giants are
gone, and we have not found it," asked our hero,
turning to the griffin.
Oh, that is all right," replied the creature, frisking
about like a great kitten. "That is all right, and
we will get it at once. Nobody," he continued,
turning to the elf, "fetch the magic slate and pencil."
With a hop, skip, and jump, Nobody disappeared,
and soon returned, carrying a slate and pencil, which
Howard thought very like the one he used at Miss
Ar-- Dear me, I declare I nearly let out the
name of his teacher, and that would never do, or else
you would know which Howard it was who had these
strange adventures.
He took the slate, and looking round, said, "What
am I to do with this ? "
"Write," replied the griffin, standing on one leg,
and looking very solemn indeed. Write down G."





The One-eyed Griffin.


"G," cried Trixie and Nobody; and Howard
wrote.
Go on," he said.
"Write down R," continued Gobbo, and "R,"
echoed Trixie and the elf.
"Yes."
Write down I."
I have done it."
Now an F."
"Now an F," cried the other two.
"That is down," said Howard.
"Another F," shouted the griffin, in agitation.
"Another F," repeated Trixie and Nobody.
"Now an I," the griffin cried.
"Oh, pray be careful; another I."
"Be careful of the I," chimed in the others.
"That is done," said Howard.
Have you got down G-r-i-f-f-i?" demanded Gobbo,
excitedly.
"Yes," replied Howard.
"Now put an N. Hurrah, my precious eye!
G-r-i-f-f-i-n, Griffin, and-eh! what ?-still time for
Trixie's party."
Howard looked round; that was not the griffin
speaking. It was his teacher bending over him,
and he was back in the schoolroom. A dream-
nonsenseT How could it be ? Why, there was Gobbo
Bobo, back in the picture, with two eyes as plain as
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The One-eyed Griffin. 59

wink as much as to say: "We know better than
that."
Besides, there was the slate, and on it still the
letters he wrote down in Giantland: G-r-i-f-f-i-n.
Why, of course it was not a dream.
"But," say the bairnies, "was Howard really
caught?"
Well, now, between you and I, I think we all get
caught sometimes by Don't Care, Can't, and Won't;
and, if we do-well, we must go over the hill Diffi-
culty and cut down the weed of Discouragement,
that grows in the pathway Effort, with the fairy
sword Resolution. We must kill the great slug
Sloth, and cross Industry's bridge over the pit Idle-
ness. We must climb the great tree of Patience, and
get the three magic nuts, and then-well, then any
one who has Try, Can, and Will to help him can
easily conquer Don't Care and his two brothers.
And Nobody? Oh, he is a friend of mine and
told me this history. Anything else? Oh, the
griffin. Yes, Gobbo Bobo is a great friend, a very
great friend of mine; a little boy gave him to me,
and he gave me a bright shilling for the little boy.
Now I have given him to you, and I hope he has
given you some pleasant moments, so we shall all
be pleased with Gobbo Bobo, the One-eyed Griffin.














PRINCE GIBBLEY GOBLEY.

THE STORY OF A TRUE HEART.



CHAPTER I.

PRINCE GIBBLEY GOBLEY.

THERE were great rejoicings in the land of Rambania.
Bonfires were blazing, fireworks going off, church bells
ringing, drums banging, trumpets blowing, and guns
firing; indeed, everybody seemed to be trying to
make a noise in some way or other; for a son and
heir had been born in the royal palace. The mayor
and corporation, and all the worshipful companies of
tinkers, tailors, soldiers, sailors, candlestick makers
and ever so many more, came in a great procession,
three miles long, to offer their congratulations to
King Wiffle Woffle and his good queen consort.
In the palace gardens a great feast was spread,
and every one could have what they liked to eat and
drink; that is, providing they could manage to push
their way through the crowd and reach the tables.














PRINCE GIBBLEY GOBLEY.

THE STORY OF A TRUE HEART.



CHAPTER I.

PRINCE GIBBLEY GOBLEY.

THERE were great rejoicings in the land of Rambania.
Bonfires were blazing, fireworks going off, church bells
ringing, drums banging, trumpets blowing, and guns
firing; indeed, everybody seemed to be trying to
make a noise in some way or other; for a son and
heir had been born in the royal palace. The mayor
and corporation, and all the worshipful companies of
tinkers, tailors, soldiers, sailors, candlestick makers
and ever so many more, came in a great procession,
three miles long, to offer their congratulations to
King Wiffle Woffle and his good queen consort.
In the palace gardens a great feast was spread,
and every one could have what they liked to eat and
drink; that is, providing they could manage to push
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The queen walked up and down leaning on the
king's arm, and behind came the nurse in chief
,followed by twenty-four under-nurses, and escorted
by the Lord Chamberlain and four hundred stalwart
men at arms.
Of course, every one said the young prince was
just the most beautiful baby that there ever had
been, and everybody was very happy and merry,
excepting the one who ought to have been most
so-I mean the queen, and she looked grave and
sad.
"My dear," said the king, "have you thought of a
name for our royal baby ?"
Not yet," answered the queen, with a sigh.
"But I decreed, my dear," expostulated the king,
"that you yourself should decide upon that impor-
tant subject."
I know that," sighed the queen; "but I have
been too troubled to think of it."
"Troubled, my dear! cried her husband. "What
has occurred to mar your royal happiness ?"
"Oh, king," she returned, "I am afraid of our
enemy, the witch Grindel Grim. If she hears about
our happiness, and should cast any spell upon our
darling, what should we do? "
King Wiffle Woffle looked grave.
"I do not think she can know," he said; "at any
rate, it is no good troubling about that red-headed,
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62 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

so let us drink his health before all our people, and
call our little prince- "
"Gibbley Gobley," cried a shrill voice overhead,
and, looking up, the king saw Grindel Grim seated
upon her ugly griffin, and slowly sailing round and
round in the air.
The poor queen screamed in terror, and caught her
precious little babe up out of the nurse's arms, deter-
mined to die rather than let it come to harm.
The witch, however, did not try to touch the prince,
but, holding up one long skinny finger, she called
out-
"Listen, king; you have called me red-headed,
humpty-backed, and ugly, and all these things shall
your son be; you called me gibbley gobley, and this
your son shall be named."
He shan't!" roared the king. "His name shall
be Gibbley Gobley-I mean his name shall be Gib--.
His name is Gib-Gib-Gib."
It was no use; no other words could he utter.
"A thousand marks to the archer who slays her,"
he cried.
Like a cloud of hail, up flew the arrows; but, with
a shrill laugh, the cruel Grindel Grim sped off on her
griffin, and was soon lost in the clouds.
"Three cheers for the prince!" cried the king,
and all the people shouted "Hurrah for Gibbley
Gobley!"
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no one could call him anything else; only one spot
was there where the witch's charm could not fall, and
that was in the queen's heart, and there the true
name of the poor little prince was written; there the
picture of her little babe was painted as he was
before Grindel Grim changed him into the red-
headed, little deformed dwarf he had now become.
As time went on, and Gibbley Gobley grew into
boyhood, he became more and more ugly; so ugly,
indeed, that the king could get no masters to teach
him anything, or any servants to wait upon him. The
poor prince had to live in one room by himself, and
was only allowed out at night when everybody else
was in bed. Even the king, his father, did not come
to see him very often; but the queen had his picture
hidden away in her heart, and she would come and
stay long hours with her ugly son, and try to teach
him herself, and do all that she could to make him
happy.
So things went on for a while, and then a new
trouble came; for King Wiffle Woffle had a wicked
brother, who was in league with Grindel Grim, and
who very much wanted to have the kingdom of
Rambania for his own.
This brother began telling the people that it never
would do to let Gibbley Gobley be king; and as the
king was now getting old, the best thing they could
do would be to make him king instead. This sounded
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64 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

mentioned that they would have Grindel Grim for
their friend instead of enemy; and so one day they
surrounded the palace, and demanded that Wiffle
Woffle should resign his crown or have his head
cut off.
The poor king did not know what to do; it was
bad to lose his crown, but worse to lose his head.
"Let me be king till I die," he said, and then my
brother can reign."
"No, no!" shouted the people. "We mean to
kill Gibbley Gobley, and you can go away; but your
brother must be our king."
The crowd began to hammer at the doors and soon
burst them open, rushing in and crying, Where is
ugly Gibbley Gobley ?" They ran upstairs and
down, into the gardens, and all through the house,
but neither the prince nor his mother were to be
seen.
"Where is Gibbley Gobley?" they cried to the
king, but he could not tell them, because he did not
know; and, indeed, if he had known, he never would
have spoken, for he really did love the poor ugly
prince.
The wicked brother was very angry, and instead of
letting Wiffle Woffle go free as he had promised, he
had him loaded with chains and thrown into a dismal
dungeon, to be kept a prisoner until Gibbley Gobley
was found. Then all the people crowned their new
king, and began, to wander through the palace in






Prince Gibbley Gobley. 65

search of something nice to eat, for their morning's
business had made them hungry. Grindel Grim and
the new king went into the great hall to talk about
what had best be done to find Gibbley Gobley. All
round the hall were the pictures of the kings who
had reigned in Rambania, poor Wiffle Woffle among
the rest.
"My likeness must go next to old Wiffle's," said
the new king; but as he pointed to the spot, he saw
that the place was occupied, for the portrait of a most
beautiful boy hung there.
Hallo !" cried he; "who is that meant to be ?"
-but nobody knew.
Pull it down cried he, and the carpenters came
to do so, but, try as they might, the picture could not
be moved.
"Very well," said the king, "take some paint and
paint over it."
The painter came with his brushes and pots, but
the more he tried the less able he was to obey the
king, for no paint would stop on the picture. Then
the king got angry.
Take a knife and cut the picture out! he roared;
and all the knives in the palace were blunted and
spoilt, but the picture was as hard as iron, and could
not be cut.
"Cover something over it!" he yelled; but just
then Grindel Grim spoke.
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66 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

over it, the picture would show through; for I can
see there is a mighty spell upon it."
Can't you undo the spell ?" asked the king.
"No," returned the witch, it is stronger than any
I know."
"But whose likeness is it ? What is his name ?"
Grindel Grim turned and looked at the king.
"When you know his name," she said, pointing to
the picture-" when you know his name, beware! for
your reign will be over, and my power be gone;"
and, saying these words, she vanished.















CHAPTER II.


AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE.

WHEN the queen heard the people crying out that
they meant to kill Gibbley Gobley, she ran as fast as
she could to his room.
"Come with me at once," she cried; "do not stop
to ask any questions, or even to put on your hat."
Now Gibbley Gobley, though he had not learned
much, had been taught to obey, and so he immediately
started up from his chair.
"I am ready, my beautiful mother," he said, hurry-
ing along beside her as fast as his poor bandy legs
would carry him.
The queen led him swiftly through the palace
gardens down to the edge of the great lake.
Now, though people did not know it, this lake was
enchanted, and the home of the water fays; but
Queen Basilia knew it, for the water fays were her
guardians. Standing by the lake, the queen took off
her ring, and threw it into the water, saying at the
same time-






68 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

"Fays of the water, hear me!
Danger dread is near me.
See, my ring I'm throwing,
Thus Basilia showing."
Then a voice called out of the lake-
Water shall not harm thee;
From its power we charm thee.
Queen and Prince, we greet thee!
'Neath the wave we'll meet thee."

"Now," said the queen, "jump into the lake."
Gibbley Gobley could not swim, but he never
stayed to question.
"Yes, my beautiful mother," he answered, and
threw himself into the water; then the queen sprang
after him, and the lake closed over them both, just as
a band of their pursuers turned the corner in search
of them.
When Gibbley Gobley opened his eyes, he was
surprised to find he was in a beautiful room, more
beautiful by far than even the state chamber of the
palace. The floor was covered with soft white sand,
that gleamed like silver; the roof, which was supported
upon long, slender, crystal pillars, was made of pearl,
and through it the light shone in tender, quivering
rays. Far away to left and right there stretched
long, shady groves, in which strange flowers of most
lovely shapes and colours grew, whilst all around
floated the beautiful water fays, smiling and nodding
at the ugly prince, as though they did not mind his
bad looks at all.






Prince Gibbley Gobley.


Queen Basilia, his mother, was standing beside him,
and she took his hand, leading him forward to one
end of the hall, where, upon a throne of pure white
coral, the queen of the water fays was seated.
Gibbley Gobley knelt down as he approached the
queen, as he had seen the courtiers do in the palace.
"Welcome, prince !" said the beautiful monarch,
holding out her hand to him. "Welcome to our
home, and you, also, dear friend Basilia. We know
all that has happened, and how Grindel Grim has
worked, but we could not help you until you came to
us of your own accord."
Gibbley Gobley rose and kissed the fairy's hand as
though such an ugly being as he would hurt it by
even a touch.
"Your majesty is very good," he said. I am too
ugly to deserve your kindness."
"Nonsense !" cried the fairy; "ugly faces go for
nothing, if the hearts are beautiful, and I am going
to test yours. If you pass my test, then all will be
well."
I will try to pass," cried the prince, eagerly; "as
sure as my name is--"
Now a wonderful thing happened, for the prince
could not remember his name.
The fairy queen smiled.
That name," she said, "is not known here. Your
real name is hidden away in your mother's heart,
and it will rest with you to have it revealed."






70 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

With me ? said the boy, in wonder.
"Yes, prince; but first, for the test. Queen
Basilia, hidden in your heart is the picture of your
son as he was before Grindel Grim cast a spell upon
him."
Yes, yes," sobbed the queen, her eyes full of tears.
"Now," continued the fairy, "go and look in
that magic mirror, and what is in your heart will be
seen."
Queen Basilia stepped up to a beautiful glass cut
in the shape of a heart, and gazed upon it; but
instead of her own face, a dear little baby boy looked
back at her.
She gave a great cry.
"My poor little babe! Yes, that is just how he
looked."
Gibbley Gobley stole up in awe.
"My beautiful mother, was I like that he
whispered.
It was the fairy who answered.
"Yes, prince; now I must know what you are
like."
"Alas the prince returned. It is plain what I
am like now."
"No," said the fairy ; I have told you good looks
are nothing; I must see what your heart is like. Go
and look in the glass."
Half afraid, Gibbley Gobley went forward, the
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He looked steadily into the glass, and lo! the baby
began to grow. Now it could just walk; then came
a little boy with long golden curls, and then a youth,
strong, stalwart, and fair, looked out upon him, and
the picture grew no more.
Who is this ? he cried.


"' WHO IS THIS?' HE CRIED."


"That, prince, is yourself as you really are. Your
heart has kept pure and true. Now one more test,
prince. Your father is a prisoner, and can only be
released by your going back; then his enemies will
kill you and let him go free."
Quick as light Gibbley Gobley turned.
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72 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

"Beautiful mother, you stay here and let me go at
once."
"Stay !" cried the fairy. "Behold, the test is past;
look at the mirror!"
The prince paused and glanced at the glass. A
burst of beautiful music filled the air, and a ray of
golden light seemed to be moving over the surface of
the mirror-a light that flashed and gleamed, and
then formed itself into letters that encircled the
picture and stood out in bold characters-
PRINCE GOLDEN HEART.

The fairy pointed to the name, and, turning to the
queen, said-
"Is not that the name that is written in your own
heart ?"
"It is indeed," answered Basilia; "but I never
could speak it."
"Nor will you be able to now," she returned.
"When your son leaves here, as he must, the old
name will still be his till he has broken the spell; but
in his heart and yours this name will be kept. Now
listen," she continued. "This picture will be placed
in your father's hall, and so long as it is there no
harm can befall the king. No one can move it while
you, prince, remain true and steadfast; but if you
fail, the picture will grow ugly as you seem to be, and
fall down, and then for ever you will stay under the
witch's power. We must have that name away,





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though," she added, "for no one may know it until
the charm is broken." The fairy waved her wand,
and the letters vanished, leaving only the likeness
behind.
"Now once more listen," said the fairy queen.
"You, Basilia, must stay here in safety, and you,
prince, will have to seek the golden duck that lives in
the Sunset Lake far away to the west. You must
have four of her golden feathers, and to get them you
will have to perform four deeds, of which she will tell
you. They will be hard to do, but if you are brave
and true you can succeed. When you have them,
bring them back to me and all will be well. Will you
try ? "
"Yes," said the prince, simply. "My beautiful
mother, give me your blessing, and I will go at once."
Queen Basilia smiled and kissed the poor ugly
boy, and then-well, what happened next the follow-
ing chapter will show.
















CHAPTER III.


THE ROAD TO THE SUNSET LAKE.

A LONG, dreary, dusty road; on either side bare-
looking country, without sign of a house, or even a
tree to shade him from the fierce sun overhead.
Gibbley Gobley had never felt so hot and thirsty
in all his life as he did sitting by the wayside, and
looking hopelessly around.
How did he get there? The last thing he remem-
bered was kissing his mother in the fairies' hall, and
here he was, sitting out in the hot sun, not knowing
how he got there, where he was, or where the road
led to.
A slight rustle at his feet caused him to look down,
and there he saw, peering up at him, a little speckled
frog.
"Well, are you ready to start ?" it asked, in a thin,
squeaky voice.
Gibbley Gobley stared.
"Did you speak to me ?" he said.
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Prince Gibbley Gobley.


Majesty sent me to see you off, and I don't mind
how quick you are, for it is awfully hot here."
"Where am I ?" queried Gibbley Gobley.
"On the road to the Sunset Lake," the frog
answered. "It's a good long way, but if you keep
going towards the west, you will get there some day.
Slow and steady, you know. Well, good-bye." And
so saying, the frog jumped headlong into a tiny pool
hard by, and sank out of sight.
Gibbley Gobley got up and looked round; he felt
very strange, being out alone in the wide world, after
having lived all his life without ever going outside
the palace grounds.
"Go towards the west," he said, looking upward.
"Let me see-the west must be that way;" and,
walking as briskly as he could, he started on his
journey.
Up hill, down dale the road went, and Gibbley
Gobley began to get very tired; still he kept bravely
on, till at last, having climbed a steep hill, he saw a
thick dark wood lying below.
"Come," he said to himself, "this, at any rate, will
be better than the hot road ;" and he began to make
his way towards it, when the sound of loud cries for
help made him start.
"Some one is in trouble," he said, and started
running towards the spot from which the cries came.
Pushing his way through the thick brushwood, he
soon came to a place where four fierce men were






76 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

attacking an old fellow, who, with his back to a tree,
was stoutly defending himself with a thick cudgel.
Already one rascal lay on the ground with a cracked
head, and Gibbley Gobley, snatching up the sword
that the robber had let fall, sprang to the old man's
side, prepared to assist him.
But Gibbley had no need to use the weapon, for
no sooner did the robbers catch sight of his face,
with its tangled red hair and goggle eyes, than, with
cries of terror, they threw away their weapons and
ran off, while the old man stood looking in silent
wonder at the strange figure of his deliverer.
The prince looked sadly at him.
"Do not be afraid of me," he said. "I know I am
very ugly."
"Hey growled the old fellow. "' Handsome is
that handsome does,' and though you certainly are
no beauty to look at, you have done me a very good
turn."
"I am glad of that," answered the prince. "Now
I will go on my way."
"And where may you be going?" the other in-
quired.
"To the Sunset Lake," said the prince. "I am
come from the country of Rambania."
"Hey !" whistled the old man. "Hey then you
are Prince Gibbley Gobley. Hey! I know you, young
sir, and I have something that will be of use to you.
I am the fairies' tinker, and it was this very thing that





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those four rascals wanted. They were men belonging
to the witch Grindel Grim. She has been trying to
get at these for a long time."
The little old fellow opened his pack as he spoke,
and drew out a little golden helmet, encircled with a
tiny crown of the same precious metal, a coat of
glittering chain mail, and a beautiful sword of such
excellent make that the prince could not restrain a
cry of pleasure at the sight.
"There!" said the tinker. "Those were made at
the fairy forge by the light of the full moon. Both
helm and mail will fit any one who wears them, be
they little or big; and so long as the heart is true,
the sword will never fail. Take them, prince; they
are for you."
"But," said Gibbley Gobley, I cannot take these
splendid things, for I have done nothing to earn
them."
"Nay, prince, I say they are yours. See!."
answered the other ; and, drawing the sword, he
pointed to the keen blade, where the prince saw
engraved in tiny golden characters, "For Prince
Golden Heart, when he has earned it." "No one
but yourself may read that, Sir Prince," continued
the strange old' man. "Now, don your armour, and
buckle on your sword, and farewell."
The old man picked up his pack and, with a cheery
nod, departed; and the prince, having followed his
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78 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

now, to seek the golden duck. And now the road
led down into a sunny valley, with green fresh grass
and sparkling streams. The air was full of sweet
music from the throats of hundreds of bright birds,
that darted to and fro; but the prince did not much
notice these, for he was hungry and weary, and
eagerly made his way to a pretty cottage near, at
the door of which he knocked.
A pleasant-faced old dame came out.
"Can you give a poor wanderer, who has nothing
to buy food with, a little to eat ?" he said.
"That can I," answered the woman. "But how
can you say you have nothing to pay with? I will
buy your golden helm, or your sword, and give you
money enough to make you rich all your days."
"Nay," answered the prince. I may not sell my
sword or helm; so, dame, I will go on my way."
"Oh no," answered she; "come in and eat what
you will."
The prince entered, and the woman quickly placed
before him a meal that looked very tempting indeed,
not seeming to notice his ugly face at all.
"Come," said she, "eat if you are hungry."
The prince was just going to comply, when through
the window came a ray from the setting sun that
seemed to dance about as did the light on the magic
mirror; then next minute, it had formed the words
in tiny letters in front of him: "Beware! Haste on."
Gibbley Gobley looked up; the woman was just





Prince Gibbley Gobley.


before him, and he thought that, in spite of the
pleasant face, there was a cruel look in her eyes.
"I fear I may not stay to eat, dame," he said.
"That beam of light tells me the sun is setting, and
I cannot spare time."
"Why?" cried the woman, angrily. "It will not


I k


"SEE WHAT AWAITS YOU."


take long to eat a meal; besides, what need to go on
to-night? stay here till the morning."
"No, no," answered Gibbley Gobley; "I must get
on at once."
"That thou shalt not," screamed the woman, start-
ing up, and as she did so, the cap fell off, the sunny





80 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

smile vanished, and Grindel Grim stood before him.
"Now," said she, "stay here or die. I myself may
not harm you; but, if you leave this place, see what
awaits you."
She pointed through the door as she spoke, and
there the prince saw her huge griffin waiting ready to
seize him.
Gibbley Gobley drew his sword and rushed out;
boldly he went up to the monster, but somehow the
griffin did not seem to want to fight; for instead, he
raised his huge leathery wings, and, roaring loudly,
sped heavily away.
Grindel Grim shook her fists in her anger.
"Go on," she cried. "You have won this time, but
beware, for I will have you yet."
Gibbley Gobley did not wait to reply; but, holding
his sword ready, he pushed on his way, determined
that, hungry or not, he would not stop again until
nightfall should make it impossible to proceed.
And now, once again, the road led into the forest,
and instead of being wide and clear, it was narrow
and entangled by creepers and prickly briars, that
grew so dense that the prince had to cut his way
through with the help of his sword.
Now a great boar attacked him and had to be
slain, now a gaunt wolf would start up and fly at
him, or a poisonous snake dart at him, so that
every step he had to be on the alert, now fighting,
now panting, as he forced his way onward, and





Prince Gibbley Gobley.


all the time getting more and more faint and
weary.
Sometimes he thought he must give up and turn
back; but then, though he could not speak it, he
remembered his name, and started on, determined
to succeed or die.
Now the road led up, up, up a steep hillside. Up,
until at last he gained the very top, and there below
at his feet, he saw stretching far away the beautiful
Sunset Lake.















CHAPTER IV.


THE GOLDEN DUCK.

THE great sun was just sinking in the west as
Gibbley Gobley made his way down the hillside.
All the sky was lit up with its beautiful light-
crimson, and gold, and quivering opal-and the clear
placid lake, reflecting the clouds overhead, was aglow
with colour; while just at the spot where the sun
seemed to be slowly dropping into the water, a path-
way of living gold started, and, broadening over its
surface, seemed to break in ripples of light upon the
sands.
The air was still and quiet, for all the birds had
gone to rest, and no sound broke the silence, save
the wash of the water as the tiny wavelets broke.
The poor tired prince flung himself down, and
eagerly drank the cool water; then, having bathed
his hands and face, he rose and looked around.
Where was the golden duck? Not a living thing
was in sight. Stay; far away down that golden
pathway, something seemed to be moving-something






Prince Gibbley Gobley. 83

so bright that it hurt his eyes to look upon it; now
it came nearer, and Gibbley Gobley saw, floating
calmly towards him, the wonderful bird he had come
in search of.
A duck that seemed made of burnished gold-head,
beak, feathers, all were the same colour. Slowly the
duck swam on, the prince watching it in silent wonder
until it was quite near to the shore, and then, much
to his disappointment, it turned and floated on the
water fast asleep.
What should he do ? He stood awhile pondering,
when, looking up, he saw he was not alone-a beau-
tiful lady stood beside him.
"You seek feathers from the golden duck, Sir
Prince?" she said, in silvery tones.
"I do indeed, fair lady," he replied; "but I cannot
tell how I may get them."
"What will you give me, if I obtain them for
you ?" asked the lady.
"Alas! I have nothing to give," answered he sadly.
"Will you give me your sword and helm ?" she
said.
Gibbley Gobley looked up sharply.
"No," he cried sternly. "I will not part with my
sword and helm for every feather in the duck's body."
The lady laughed merrily.
"How cross you are!" she said. "There is only
one other way, then," she added, stooping and pick-
ing up a jagged piece of rock. See, you can easily






84 Prince Gibbley Gobley.

hit the duck from here. Throw straight and swift,
and every feather may be yours."
She held the rock out towards the prince, but
Gibbley Gobley waved her away.
"Lady," he said, "I have no right to take the life
of the golden duck; besides, I only want four
feathers, and I will stay here until the duck will
give them to me."
As he spoke the duck raised its head and looked
at him, then, flapping her wings, one feather was
loosened and fell into the water.
The duck picked it up with her bill, and, slowly
swimming to the shore, laid it at his feet.
"You see," cried the prince, turning to the lady;
but she was gone, and, sailing away over the hilltop,
Gibbley Gobley saw his old enemy Grindel Grim
seated upon her ugly steed.
"Well, that is a change," he laughed, stooping and
picking up the feather. "Thank you- He
,paused in wonder, for another change had also taken
place, and instead of a duck, a maiden with long
hair of golden hue, and clad in a loose robe of soft
golden tissue, stood before him.
Poor Gibbley Gobley never felt how ugly he was
before; but now, as he looked at the strange sight,
he thought of his own deformed body, and hung his
head in shame.
"Oh, lady," he sighed, "how can one so beautiful
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Prince Gibbley Gobley.


"Prince," said the maiden, "have you forgotten
what the water-fairy said ? or what the tinker told
you ? Deeds, not looks, make us beautiful or ugly.
You have come along the sunset road, and unless
your heart had been true, I know you would not have
got here, for many a knight has tried before, and
failed. Once already I have tested you, and found
your heart honest, since you refused to try to kill
me and steal my feathers."
"Kill you!" cried Gibbley Gobley in wonder.
"Yes," smiled the golden maiden. I am the
golden duck. Only when I am called to land to
give up a feather can I take this form, and I have
never been called before, for none have been true
enough to win their way to the lake."
"But," said the prince, "I have not won the feather
yet."
"You are honest, prince," replied the lady, "but
you have won it fairly. It is mine to ask a deed of
honour from any who seek a feather, but your deed
was done ere I imposed the task. So now take your
feather, and I must become a duck once more."
Gibbley Gobley looked longingly at her as she spoke.
"I wish I could do anything to prevent your
having to go back again," he said.
"Prince, there is one thing you could do," sighed
the maiden, "and that is stay with me here, then I
need not go back."
Gibbley Gobley paused a moment.




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