THE ADVENTURES OF PRINCE HEMPSEED. 57

 

Prince Hempseeed was_a prey to the freezing sleet; but in
company with Turnspit, he bravely faced the cutting
Mountain wind.

The poor boy was nearly killed :by fatigue and heavi-
ness: he could scarcely breathe ; and his little hands were
cold as marble. Two tears hung i in icicles upon his cheeks!

All of a sudden adreadful howling awoke the echoes of the
mountains; and every hair on’ Turnspit’s body stood on end.

The howling grew louder and louder, and drew nearer
and nearer. It was a wolf!

“Oh! my dear brother !” cried Olympia.

The donkey shook with feat on his quivering limbs.

“Dear brother !” again said
‘Olympia.

“Do not move, sweet sister—
do not move |”

The wolf, whose eyes shone
like the points of two swords
heated red-hot in a furnace, and
whose tongue seemed a darting
flame, sprang upon the donkey
with all the rage of famine ; but at the same instant Turnspit