Image from page 152 of “Cossack fairy tales and folk-tales” (1902)
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Title: Cossack fairy tales and folk-tales
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Bain, R. Nisbet (Robert Nisbet), 1854-1909 Mitchell, E. W. illustrator
Subjects: Fairy tales Tales — Ukraine
Publisher: London : A. H. Bullen
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN
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graze away, littleox, while I spin my flax! Graze, graze away, littleox, while I spin my flax ! And while she spun, herhead drooped down and she dozed. And, lo ! frombehind the dark wood, from the back of the hugepines, a grey wolf came rushing out upon the ox andsaid : Who are you ? come, tell me ! — I am athree-year-old heifer, stuffed with straw and trimmedwith tar, said the ox.— Oh ! trimmed with tar, areyou ? Then give me of your tar to tar my sides, thatthe dogs and the sons of dogs tear me not!—Takesome, said the ox. And with that the wolf fellupon him and tried to tear the tar off. He tuggedand tugged, and tore with his teeth, but could getnone off. Then he tried to let go, and couldnt;tug and worry as he might, it was no good. Whenthe old woman woke, there was no heifer in sight. Maybe my heifer has gone home ! she cried ; Illgo home and see. When she got there she wasastonished, for by the palings stood the ox with thewolf still tugging at it. She ran and told her old
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138 COSSACK FAIRY TALES. man, and her old man came and threw the wolf intothe cellar also. On the third day the old woman again drove herox into the pastures to graze, and sat down by amound and dozed off. Then a fox came runningup. Who are you ? it asked the ox.— Im athree-year-old heifer, stuffed with straw and daubedwith tar.— Then give me some of your tar tosmear my sides with, when those dogs and sonsof dogs tear my hide!— Take some, said theox. Then the fox fastened her teeth in him andcouldnt draw them out again. The old woman toldher old man, and he took and cast the fox into thecellar in the same way. And after that they caughtPussy Swift-foot1 likewise. So when he had got them all safely, the old mansat down on a bench before the cellar and begansharpening a knife. And the bear said to him:Tell me, daddy, what are you sharpening yourknife for ?— To flay your skin off, that I maymake a leather jacket for myself and a pelisse formy old woman.— Oh ! dont flay me, dadd
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