2 Fairy Tales

looked so sad that he suddenly felt sorry
instead of frightened. It was just then
that he heard a tart little voice over his
head.

“Now, you had better look out,” it said,
“and-do be a little quicker than usual, if
you can! When you have got the third
hair, jump out of the basket for your life,
and hide in the fern. The hares will rustle
it well, so that he may not know where to
find you.”

Hans did not answer. He was Staring at
the ogre, who, indeed, as he came nearer,
looked most terrible. His head was large
and his limbs were long, on his back he
carried a basket, and he was so tall that
as the wind lifted his blue hair from his
forehead, it swept the lower branches of
the trees; but still, what was most dreadful
‘to the boy was the anguish in his eyes.
When he caught sight of Hans, he stopped
short and called out in a voice like the roar
of some huge beast—

“What are you doing on my ground?