I40 THE’ FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

Rockroller approached the mass of rock,
and placing his hands under its edges, bent to
the task of disengaging it from its solid foun-
dation. The sinews of his brawny arms
swelled and knotted with the gigantic effort.
One more vigorous pull, and yet another, and
slowly the huge mass gave way. Then taking
it firmly in the hollow of his great hand, and
steadying himself for the task, with his feet
wide apart, giant Rockroller gave his strong
right arm a mighty swing, and away sped the
huge mass far over the hill, growing smaller
and smaller, until it looked like a speck in the
distance, then gradually disappeared behind
a wooded hill. Immediately a shower of foam
arose as it splashed into the ocean, and there
it stands to this day, and is known by the
name of “ Half Tide Rock.”

“ Twigtwister, come hither,” commanded the
little gray man, and the great giant came for-
ward.

“ Dost thou see yonder grove of saplings ?”
asked the little gray man, pointing to a forest
of lofty pines that lay between the hill and the
cranberry bog. 7

“Aye, master,” answered the giant meekly.