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the dog, and a wheaten hearth-cake as provision hy
the way.

So he went on and on, and the dog followed after
him till it began to grow dark, and then he perceived
another hut in another forest. He went up to that

 

hut, and in front of it were sitting an old man and
an old woman. He asked them for a night’s lodging.
“Only,” said he, “take care that the Iron Wolf
doesn’t catch me!”—‘ Have no fear of that,’ said
they. “We have a dog here called Vazhko,’ who can

1 Heavysides.