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Oman!” said he.—“ Hail to thee also, my father !”
——“ Whither doth God lead thee 2’”—* JI am going to
free my son from Oh.”—* How go ?”’_Then the man
told the old white father how he had hired out his
son to Oh and under what conditions.
said the old white father, “’tis a vile pagan thou hast
to deal with; he will lead thee about by the nose for

 

“ Aye, aye!”

a long time.”—* Yes,” said the man, “‘I perceive that
he is 4 vile pagan ; but I know not what in the world
to do with him. Canst thou not tell me then,
dear father, how I may recover my son ?”—“ Yes, I
can,” gaid the old man.—* Then prythee tell me,
darling father, and I'll pray for thee to God all
my life, for though he has not been much of a son to
me, he is still my own flesh and -blood.”—*« Hearken;
then !” said the old man; “when thou dost go to Oh;
he will let loose a multitude of doves before thee, but
choose not one of these doves. The dove thou’ shalt
choose must be the one that comes not out, but
remains sitting beneath the pear-tree pruning its
feathers; that will be ‘thy son.”’ Then the ma
thanked the old white father and went on. 5

He came to the charred stumps. “Oh!” cried he,
and out came Oh and led him to his sylvan realm:
There Oh seattered about handfuls of wheat and
called his doves, and there flew down such a multitude
of them that. there was no counting them, and one