IO THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

giant’s rage increased, farther and farther did
he hurl the oatmeal, and a huge lump fell in
the town we now call Quincy. Then came a
still more violent swing of the giant’s arm,
and a quantity of the porridge was hurled
where the town of Gloucester now stands.

On the unfortunate cook fell the brunt of
the giants’ displeasure, but as their ill-humor
increased, a general fight arose, and each giant
attacked his neighbor indiscriminately. Dur-
ing the tumult, the cook vainly attempted to
make his voice heard and relate how the
dwarfs had brought about
the mishap, but the giants,
unreasonable as angry chil-
dren, were too excited to
listen to him.

The tumult was at its
height, the air resounding
with the noise of heavy
blows and fierce impreca-
tions, when suddenly a
silence fell on the savage
group, as in their midst
stood a little gray man.
Gray clothes, hat, beard and