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suing !”—He looked round : “ Yes, little brother, he
as pursuing !”—‘* Wave thy handkerchief on the left
side!” said the foal. He waved it on the left side,
and immediately between them and the pursuer stood
a forest so thick that not even a little mouse could
have squeezed through it. Then they went on still
further, till the foal said again: “Look behind, and
see whether Wednesday is still pursuing !”—He
looked behind, and there, sure enough, was Wednesday
running after them, and he was not very far off
either.—‘‘ Wave thy kerchief!” said the foal. He
waved his kerchief, and immediately a steep mountain
—oh, so steep!—lay betwixt them. They went on
and on, until the foal said again: “Look behind,
is Wednesday still pursuing ?”—So he looked behind
him and said: “No, now he is not there.” Then
they went on and on again, and soon they were
not very far from home. Then the youngest brother
said: “You go home now, but I am going to seek a
bride!” So he went on and on till he came to a
place where lay a feather of the bird Zhar. ‘Look !”
cried he, what Pve found!”—Bué the foal said to
him: “ Pick not up that feather, for it will bring thee
evil as well as good !”—But his master said: “Why,
1 should be a fool not to pick up a feather like that !”
So he turned back and picked up the feather. Then
he went on further and further, until he came toa clay