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Louise Smythe + +Release Date: April, 2005 [EBook #7841] +[Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] +[This file was first posted on May 21, 2003] + +Edition: 10 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A PRIMARY READER *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Tonya Allen +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<h1>A PRIMARY READER</h1> + +<h2>Old-time Stories, Fairy Tales and Myths Retold by Children</h2> + +<h3> +By +</h3> + +<h2>E. LOUISE SMYTHE</h2> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<h2>PREFACE.</h2> + +<p> +This book originated in a series of little reading lessons prepared +for the first grade pupils in the Santa Rosa public schools. The +object of the lessons was three-fold: to provide reading matter for +the little ones who had only a small vocabulary of sight-words; to +acquaint them early with the heroes who have come down to us in song +and story; and to create a desire for literature. +</p> + +<p> +It has been my endeavor to follow Dr. G. Stanley Hall's suggestions in +his monograph, "How to Teach Reading," where he asks for "true +child-editions, made by testing many children with the work piece-meal +and cutting and adapting the material till it really and closely +fitted the minds and hearts of the children." +</p> + +<p> +Various stories were given to the pupils; discussions followed. After +a time the story was produced orally by the children. Notes were made +on expressions used and points of interest dwelt upon. Later the story +was either written on the blackboard or mimeographed and put into the +pupils' hands to read. +</p> + +<p> +It gave great delight to the children to recognize an old friend in a +new dress, and as interest was aroused, but little difficulty was +encountered in recognizing words that were indeed "new" in their sight +vocabulary, but old servants in their oral vocabulary. +</p> + +<p> +The spirit of the book may be illustrated by referring to the roast +turkey in the story of The Little Match Girl. The story was told as +dear old Hans Christian Andersen gave it to the little German children +of fifty years ago. But American children have a different idea of the +fowl which graces the table at Christmas time. The story as it came +from the lips of the children referred to the "turkey," and "goose" +was used in only one instance. As the story was to appeal to our +children, the word was changed to suit their ideas. +</p> + +<p> +Again, in the story of Red Riding-Hood we preferred to use the German +ending, as it leaves a far happier impression on the minds of the +children than the accepted English version. The incongruity of the +wolf's swallowing whole the grandmother and child does not destroy the +child's enjoyment of the story, while the happy release of both +grandmother and little girl forms a suitable close. +</p> + +<p> +Also, as this old story handed down in so many languages is an +interpretation of one of the Sun myths, it seems better to cling to +the original, especially when it meets so entirely with the child's +approval. +</p> + +<p> +Before presenting the Norse myths for reading, they had been the +subject of many conversations, queries and illustrations. Some were +even dramatized--in a childlike way, of course. Detailed descriptions +of Mt. Ida, Asgard, and some of the principal heroes, were given. But, +though the little audience seemed interested in the introductory +remarks, these never came back when the children were called upon to +reproduce the story. The narrator at once plunged into the story part. +It is for this reason descriptions of heroes and places have been +omitted in these stories. It is thus left for each teacher who uses +this book to employ her own method of introducing the gods of the +hardy Norseman to her pupils. +</p> + +<p> +The following works will be found useful and quite available to most +teachers: Andersen's Norse Mythology, Mabie's Norse Stories, Mara +Pratt's Stories from Norseland, Fiske's Myths and Myth Makers, +Taylor's Primitive Culture, Vol. I.; and Longfellow's Poems. +</p> + +<p> +Hoping these stories will interest other children as they have +interested those who helped build them, I send them forth. +</p> + +<p> +E. LOUISE SMYTHE. +</p> + +<p> +<i>Santa Rosa, California.</i> +</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#i">THE UGLY DUCKLING</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#ii">THE LITTLE PINE TREE</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#iii">THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#iv">LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#v">THE APPLES OF IDUN</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#vi">HOW THOR GOT THE HAMMER</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#vii">THE HAMMER LOST AND FOUND</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#viii">THE STORY OF THE SHEEP</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#ix">THE GOOD SHIP ARGO</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#x">JASON AND THE HARPIES</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#xi">THE BRASS BULLS</a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="#xii">JASON AND THE DRAGON</a> +</p> + +<br> +<br> + + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/006.png"><img src="images/006th.png" alt="THEY DRESSED THOR LIKE FREYJA"></a> +</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<h2><a name="i">THE UGLY DUCKLING.</a></h2> + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">under</td><td width="33%">broke</td><td width="33%">does</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">keep</td><td width="33%">only</td><td width="33%">turkey</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">warm</td><td width="33%">ugly</td><td width="33%">water</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +A duck made her nest under some leaves. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/007.png"><img src="images/007th.png" alt="THE DUCK'S NEST"></a> +</p> + +<p> +She sat on the eggs to keep them warm. +</p> + +<p> +At last the eggs broke, one after the other. Little ducks came out. +</p> + +<p> +Only one egg was left. It was a very large one. +</p> + +<p> +At last it broke, and out came a big, ugly duckling. +</p> + +<p> +"What a big duckling!" said the old duck. "He does not look like +us. Can he be a turkey?--We will see. If he does not like the water, +he is not a duck." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">mother</td><td width="33%">jumped</td><td width="33%">duckling</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">splash</td><td width="33%">swim</td><td width="33%">bigger</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">called</td><td width="33%">began</td><td width="33%">little</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The next day the mother duck took her ducklings to the pond. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/009.png"><img src="images/009th.png" alt="THE DUCK TAKES HER DUCKLINGS TO SWIM"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Splash! Splash! The mother duck was in the water. Then she called +the ducklings to come in. They all jumped in and began to swim. The +big, ugly duckling swam, too. +</p> + +<p> +The mother duck said, "He is not a turkey. He is my own little duck. +He will not be so ugly when he is bigger." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">yard</td><td width="33%">alone</td><td width="33%">while</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">noise</td><td width="33%">hurt</td><td width="33%">that</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">eating</td><td width="33%">know</td><td width="33%">want</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Then she said to the ducklings, "Come with me. I want you to see the +other ducks. Stay by me and look out for the cat." +</p> + +<p> +They all went into the duck yard. What a noise the ducks made! +</p> + +<p> +While the mother duck was eating a big bug, an old duck bit the ugly +duckling. +</p> + +<p> +"Let him alone," said the mother duck. "He did not hurt you." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/011.png"><img src="images/011th.png" alt="'HE DID NOT HURT YOU,' SAID THE MOTHER DUCK"></a> +</p> + +<p> +"I know that," said the duck, "but he is so ugly, I bit him." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">lovely</td><td width="33%">help</td><td width="33%">there</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">walked</td><td width="33%">bushes</td><td width="33%">afraid</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The next duck they met, said, "You have lovely ducklings. They +are all pretty but one. He is very ugly." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/012.png"><img src="images/012th.png" alt="'YOUR CHILDREN ARE ALL PRETTY EXCEPT ONE.'"></a> +</p> + +<p> +The mother duck said, "I know he is not pretty. But he is very good." +</p> + +<p> +Then she said to the ducklings, "Now, my dears, have a good time." +</p> + +<p> +But the poor, big, ugly duckling did not have a good time. +</p> + +<p> +The hens all bit him. The big ducks walked on him. +</p> + +<p> +The poor duckling was very sad. He did not want to be so ugly. But +he could not help it. +</p> + +<p> +He ran to hide under some bushes. The little birds in the bushes were +afraid and flew away. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">because</td><td width="33%">house</td><td width="33%">would</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">away</td><td width="33%">hard</td><td width="33%">lived</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +"It is all because I am so ugly," said the duckling. So he ran away. +</p> + +<p> +At night he came to an old house. The house looked as if it would fall +down. It was so old. But the wind blew so hard that the duckling went +into the house. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/014.png"><img src="images/014th.png" alt="THE UGLY DUCKLING FINDS THE OLD HOUSE"></a> +</p> + +<p> +An old woman lived there with her cat and her hen. +</p> + +<p> +The old woman said, "I will keep the duck. I will have some eggs." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">growl</td><td width="33%">walk</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">corner</td><td width="33%">animals</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The next day, the cat saw the duckling and began to growl. +</p> + +<p> +The hen said, "Can you lay eggs?" The duckling said, "No." +</p> + +<p> +"Then keep still," said the hen. The cat said, "Can you growl?" +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/015.png"><img src="images/015th.png" alt="THE CAT SAID, 'CAN YOU GROWL?'"></a> +</p> + +<p> +"No," said the duckling. +</p> + +<p> +"Then keep still," said the cat. +</p> + +<p> +And the duckling hid in a corner. The next day he went for a walk. He +saw a big pond. He said, "I will have a good swim." +</p> + +<p> +But all of the animals made fun of him. He was so ugly. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">summer</td><td width="33%">away</td><td width="33%">cake</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">winter</td><td width="33%">swans</td><td width="33%">spring</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">flew</td><td width="33%">bread</td><td width="33%">leaves</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The summer went by. +</p> + +<p> +Then the leaves fell and it was very cold. The poor duckling had a +hard time. +</p> + +<p> +It is too sad to tell what he did all winter. +</p> + +<p> +At last it was spring. +</p> + +<p> +The birds sang. The ugly duckling was big now. +</p> + +<p> +One day he flew far away. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/017.png"><img src="images/017th.png" alt="'OH, SEE THE LOVELY SWAN!'"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Soon he saw three white swans on the lake. +</p> + +<p> +He said, "I am going to see those birds. I am afraid they will kill +me, for I am so ugly." +</p> + +<p> +He put his head down to the water. What did he see? He saw himself in +the water. But he was not an ugly duck. He was a white swan. +</p> + +<p> +The other swans came to see him. +</p> + +<p> +The children said, "Oh, see the lovely swans. The one that came last +is the best." +</p> + +<p> +And they gave him bread and cake. +</p> + +<p> +It was a happy time for the ugly duckling. +<br> +<br> +<br> +</p> + +<h2><a name="ii">THE LITTLE PINE TREE</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">pine</td><td width="33%">leaves</td><td width="33%">other</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">woods</td><td width="33%">needles</td><td width="33%">better</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">fairy</td><td width="33%">gold</td><td width="33%">sleep</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +A little pine tree was in the woods. +</p> + +<p> +It had no leaves. It had needles. +</p> + +<p> +The little tree said, "I do not like needles. All the other trees in +the woods have pretty leaves. I want leaves, too. But I will have +better leaves. I want gold leaves." +</p> + +<p> +Night came and the little tree went to sleep. A fairy came by and gave +it gold leaves. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/020.png"><img src="images/020th.png" alt="THE FAIRY GIVES THE PINK TREE GOLD LEAVES"></a> +</p> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">woke</td><td width="33%">cried</td><td width="33%">glass</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">little</td><td width="33%">again</td><td width="33%">pretty</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When the little tree woke it had leaves of gold. +</p> + +<p> +It said, "Oh, I am so pretty! No other tree has gold leaves." +</p> + +<p> +Night came. +</p> + +<p> +A man came by with a bag. He saw the gold leaves. He took them all and +put them into his bag. +</p> + +<p> +The poor little tree cried, "I do not want gold leaves again. I will +have glass leaves." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">night</td><td width="33%">sunshine</td><td width="33%">bright</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">looked</td><td width="33%">wind</td><td width="33%">blew</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +So the little tree went to sleep. The fairy came by and put the glass +leaves on it. +</p> + +<p> +The little tree woke and saw its glass leaves. +</p> + +<p> +How pretty they looked in the sunshine! 'No other tree was so bright. +</p> + +<p> +Then a wind came up. It blew and blew. +</p> + +<p> +The glass leaves all fell from the tree and were broken. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">again</td><td width="33%">green</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">goat</td><td width="33%">hungry</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Again the little tree had no leaves. It was very sad, and said, "I +will not have gold leaves and I will not have glass leaves. I want +green leaves. I want to be like the other trees." +</p> + +<p> +And the little tree went to sleep. When it woke, it was like other +trees. It had green leaves. +</p> + +<p> +A goat came by. He saw the green leaves on the little tree. The +goat was hungry and he ate all the leaves. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/023.png"><img src="images/023th.png" alt="THE GOAT EATS THE GREEN LEAVES"></a> +</p> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">happy</td><td width="33%">best</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Then the little tree said, "I do not want any leaves. I will not +have green leaves, nor glass leaves, nor gold leaves. I like my +needles best." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/024.png"><img src="images/024th.png" alt="THE PINE TREE WITH NEEDLES"></a> +</p> + +<p> +And the little tree went to sleep. The fairy gave it what it wanted. +</p> + +<p> +When it woke, it had its needles again. Then the little pine tree +was happy. +<br> +<br> +<br> +</p> + +<h2><a name="iii">THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">almost</td><td width="33%">match</td><td width="33%">across</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">dark</td><td width="33%">running</td><td width="33%">bare</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">year</td><td width="33%">slippers</td><td width="33%">fell</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +It was very cold. The snow fell and it was almost dark. +</p> + +<p> +It was the last day of the year. +</p> + +<p> +A little match girl was running in the street. Her name was Gretchen. +She had no hat on. +</p> + +<p> +Her feet were bare. When she left home, she had on some big slippers +of her mama's. But they were so large that she lost them when she ran +across the street. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">apron</td><td width="33%">curly</td><td width="33%">lights</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">bunch</td><td width="33%">about</td><td width="33%">smelled</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">could</td><td width="33%">matches</td><td width="33%">cooking</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Gretchen had a lot of matches in her old apron. +</p> + +<p> +She had a little bunch in her hand. +</p> + +<p> +But she could not sell her matches. No one would buy them. +</p> + +<p> +Poor little Gretchen! +</p> + +<p> +She was cold and hungry. +</p> + +<p> +The snow fell on her curly hair. But she did not think about that. +</p> + +<p> +She saw lights in the houses. +</p> + +<p> +She smelled good things cooking. +</p> + +<p> +She said to herself, "This is the last night of the year." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">knew</td><td width="33%">window</td><td width="33%">fire</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">money</td><td width="33%">even</td><td width="33%">pile</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Gretchen got colder and colder. +</p> + +<p> +She was afraid to go home. She knew her papa would whip her, if she +did not take some money to him. +</p> + +<p> +It was as cold at home as in the street. They were too poor to have +a fire. They had to put rags in the windows to keep out the wind. +</p> + +<p> +Gretchen did not even have a bed. She had to sleep on a pile of rags. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">frozen</td><td width="33%">candle</td><td width="33%">sitting</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">lighted</td><td width="33%">thought</td><td width="33%">stove</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">near</td><td width="33%">think</td><td width="33%">step</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +She sat down on a door step. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/028.png"><img src="images/028th.png" alt="GRETCHEN ON THE DOOR STEP"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Her little hands were almost frozen. +</p> + +<p> +She took a match and lighted it to warm her hands. The match looked +like a little candle. +</p> + +<p> +Gretchen thought she was sitting by a big stove. It was so bright. +</p> + +<p> +She put the match near her feet, to warm them. Then the light went +out. She did not think that she was by the stove any more. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">another</td><td width="33%">dishes</td><td width="33%">roast</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">table</td><td width="33%">cloth</td><td width="33%">ready</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">fork</td><td width="33%">knife</td><td width="33%">turkey</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Gretchen lighted another match. +</p> + +<p> +Now she thought she could look into a room. In this room was a table. +</p> + +<p> +A white cloth and pretty dishes were on the table. There was a roast +turkey, too. It was cooked and ready to eat. The knife and fork were +in his back. The turkey jumped from the dish and ran to the little +girl. +</p> + +<p> +The light went out and she was in the cold and dark again. +</p> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">Christmas</td><td width="33%">candles</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">many</td><td width="33%">until</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Gretchen lighted another match. Then she thought she was sitting by +a Christmas tree. Very many candles were on the tree. It was full +of pretty things. +</p> + +<p> +Gretchen put up her little hands. The light went out. +</p> + +<p> +The lights on the Christmas tree went up, up--until she saw they +were the stars. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">grandma</td><td width="33%">never</td><td width="33%">before</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">dying</td><td width="33%">going</td><td width="33%">been</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Then she saw a star fall. +</p> + +<p> +"Some one is dying," said little Gretchen. +</p> + +<p> +Her grandma had been very good to the little girl. But she was dead. +</p> + +<p> +The grandma had said, "When a star falls some one is going to God." +</p> + +<p> +The little girl lighted another match. It made a big light. +</p> + +<p> +Gretchen thought she saw her grandma. She never looked so pretty +before. She looked so sweet and happy. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">take</td><td width="33%">goes</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +"O grandma," said the little girl, "take me. When the light goes out +you will go away. The stove and the turkey and the Christmas tree all +went away." +</p> + +<p> +Then Gretchen lighted a bunch of matches. She wanted to keep her +grandma with her. The matches made it very light. +</p> + +<p> +The grandma took the little girl in her arms. They went up, up--where +they would never be cold or hungry. +</p> + +<p> +They were with God. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">found</td><td width="33%">next</td><td width="33%">burned</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">dead</td><td width="33%">froze</td><td width="33%">death</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The next day came. +</p> + +<p> +Some men found a little girl in the street. She was dead. +</p> + +<p> +In her hand were the burned matches. +</p> + +<p> +They said, "Poor little thing, she froze to death." +</p> + +<p> +They did not know how happy she was in heaven. +<br> +<br> +<br> +</p> + +<h2><a name="iv">LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">six</td><td width="33%">take</td><td width="33%">cake</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">coat</td><td width="33%">butter</td><td width="33%">basket</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">hood</td><td width="33%">always</td><td width="33%">off</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When May was six years old, her grandma made her a red coat with a +hood. She looked so pretty in it that the children all called her +"Red Riding-Hood." +</p> + +<p> +One day her mama said, "I want you to take this cake and some butter +to grandma." +</p> + +<p> +Red Riding-Hood was very glad to go. She always had a good time at +grandma's. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/035c.png"><img src="images/035cth.png" alt="LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD AND HER MOTHER"></a> +</p> + +<p> +She put the things into her little basket and ran off. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">wolf</td><td width="33%">mill</td><td width="33%">shall</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">going</td><td width="33%">first</td><td width="33%">wood</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When Red Riding-Hood came to the wood, she met a big wolf. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/036.png"><img src="images/036th.png" alt="SHE MEETS THE WOLF"></a> +</p> + +<p> +"Where are you going?" said the wolf. +</p> + +<p> +Red Riding-Hood said, "I am going to see my grandma. Mama has made +her a cake and some butter." +</p> + +<p> +"Does she live far?" said the wolf. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes," said Red Riding-Hood, "in the white house by the mill." +</p> + +<p> +"I will go too, and we shall see who will get there first," said the +wolf. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">short</td><td width="33%">flowers</td><td width="33%">soft</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">stopped</td><td width="33%">tapped</td><td width="33%">pull</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">pick</td><td width="33%">voice</td><td width="33%">string</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The wolf ran off and took a short way, but Red Riding-Hood stopped to +pick some flowers. +</p> + +<p> +When the wolf got to the house, he tapped on the door. +</p> + +<p> +The grandma said, "Who is there?" The wolf made his voice as soft as +he could. He said, "It is little Red Riding-Hood, grandma." +</p> + +<p> +Then the old lady said, "Pull the string and the door will open." +</p> + +<p> +The wolf pulled the string and the door opened. +</p> + +<p> +He ran in and ate the poor old lady. +</p> + +<p> +Then he jumped into her bed and put on her cap. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">tapped</td><td width="33%">thank</td><td width="33%">dear</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">arms</td><td width="33%">hug</td><td width="33%">called</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When Red Riding-Hood tapped on the door, the wolf called out, "Who is +there?" Red Riding-Hood said, "It is your little Red Riding-Hood, +grandma." +</p> + +<p> +Then the wolf said, "Pull the string and the door will open." +</p> + +<p> +When she went in, she said, "Look, grandma, see the cake and butter +mama has sent you." +</p> + +<p> +"Thank you, dear, put them on the table and come here." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">better</td><td width="33%">hear</td><td width="33%">eyes</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">ears</td><td width="33%">how</td><td width="33%">teeth</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">ate</td><td width="33%">cruel</td><td width="33%">poor</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When Red Riding-Hood went near the bed, she said, "Oh, grandma, how +big your arms are!" +</p> + +<p> +"The better to hug you, my dear." +</p> + +<p> +"How big your ears are, grandma." +</p> + +<p> +"The better to hear you, my dear." +</p> + +<p> +"How big your eyes are, grandma." +</p> + +<p> +"The better to see you, my dear." +</p> + +<p> +"How big your teeth are, grandma!" +</p> + +<p> +"The better to eat you." +</p> + +<p> +Then the cruel wolf jumped up and ate poor little Red Riding-Hood. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">just</td><td width="33%">hunter</td><td width="33%">scream</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">killed</td><td width="33%">heard</td><td width="33%">open</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Just then a hunter came by. He heard Red Riding-Hood scream. The +hunter ran into the house and killed the old wolf. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/041.png"><img src="images/041th.png" alt="THE GRANDMOTHER, THE HUNTER AND LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD"></a> +</p> + +<p> +When he cut the wolf open, out jumped Little Red Riding-Hood and +her grandma. +<br> +<br> +<br> +</p> + +<h2><a name="v">THE APPLES OF IDUN.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">once</td><td width="33%">hills</td><td width="33%">field</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">journey</td><td width="33%">rocks</td><td width="33%">cattle</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">walked</td><td width="33%">pieces</td><td width="33%">three</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Once upon a time three of the gods went on a journey. +</p> + +<p> +One was Thor and one was Loki. Loki was ugly and mean. +</p> + +<p> +The gods liked to walk over the hills and rocks. They could go very +fast for they were so big. +</p> + +<p> +The gods walked on and on. +</p> + +<p> +At last they got very hungry. Then they came to a field with cattle. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/043.png"><img src="images/043th.png" alt="LOKI AND ANOTHER GOD TAKE A WALK"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Thor killed a big ox and put the pieces into a pot. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">meat</td><td width="33%">share</td><td width="33%">talking</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">cross</td><td width="33%">eagle</td><td width="33%">right</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +They made a big fire but the meat would not cook. They made the fire +bigger and bigger, but the meat would not cook. +</p> + +<p> +Then the gods were very cross. +</p> + +<p> +Some one said, "Give me my share, and I will make the meat cook." +</p> + +<p> +The gods looked to see who was talking. There in an oak tree was a big +eagle. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/045.png"><img src="images/045th.png" alt="THE THREE GODS TRY TO COOK THE OX"></a> +</p> + +<p> +The gods were so hungry that they said, "Well, we will." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">supper</td><td width="33%">stuck</td><td width="33%">enough</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">minute</td><td width="33%">claws</td><td width="33%">stones</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">pole</td><td width="33%">against</td><td width="33%">flew</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The supper was ready in a minute. +</p> + +<p> +Then the eagle flew down to get his share. He took the four legs +and there was not much left but the ribs. +</p> + +<p> +This made Loki cross for he was very hungry. He took a long pole +to hit the eagle. But the pole stuck to the eagle's claws. The other +end stuck to Loki. +</p> + +<p> +Then the eagle flew away. He did not fly high. He flew just high +enough for Loki to hit against the stones. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">please</td><td width="33%">giant</td><td width="33%">flying</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">tried</td><td width="33%">feathers</td><td width="33%">suit</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Loki said, "Please let me go! Oh, please let me go!" +</p> + +<p> +But the eagle said, "No, you tried to kill me. I will not let you go." +</p> + +<p> +And the eagle hit him against the stones. +</p> + +<p> +Loki said again, "Please let me go!" +</p> + +<p> +But the eagle said, "No, I have you now." +</p> + +<p> +Then Loki knew the eagle was a giant and not a bird. +</p> + +<p> +This giant had a suit of eagle's feathers. He was flying in his eagle +suit when he saw Loki. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">city</td><td width="33%">beautiful</td><td width="33%">apples</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">felt</td><td width="33%">growing</td><td width="33%">young</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Now the gods lived in a city named Asgard. +</p> + +<p> +In this city Idun kept the beautiful golden apples. When the gods +felt they were growing old, they ate the apples and were young again. +</p> + +<p> +The giant wanted to be like the gods. So he said to Loki, "I will +let you go, if you will get me the apples of Idun." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/049c.png"><img src="images/049cth.png" alt="IDUN WITH HER APPLES"></a> +</p> + +<p> +But Loki said, "I can't do that." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">bumped</td><td width="33%">gate</td><td width="33%">putting</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">stayed</td><td width="33%">golden</td><td width="33%">morning</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +So the eagle bumped him on the stones again. +</p> + +<p> +Then Loki said, "I can't stand this. I will get the apples for you." +</p> + +<p> +Loki and the eagle went to the city. The eagle stayed by the gate, but +Loki went into the city. He went up to Idun. She was putting the +apples into a beautiful golden box. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/051.png"><img src="images/051th.png" alt="LOKI AND IDUN"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Loki said, "Good morning, Idun Those are beautiful apples." +</p> + +<p> +And Idun said, "Yes, they are beautiful." "I saw some just like them, +the other day," said Loki. +</p> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">strange</td><td width="33%">show</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">bring</td><td width="33%">picked</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Idun knew there were no other apples like these, and she said, "That +is strange. I would like to see them." +</p> + +<p> +Loki said, "Come with me and I will show them to you. It is only a +little way. Bring your apples with you." +</p> + +<p> +As soon as Idun was out of the gates the eagle flew down. He picked +her up in his claws. Then he flew away with her to his home. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">after</td><td width="33%">pale</td><td width="33%">falcon</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">passed</td><td width="33%">story</td><td width="33%">began</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Day after day passed and Idun did not come back. The gods did not have +the golden apples to eat, so they began to get old. +</p> + +<p> +At last they said, "Who let the apples go?" +</p> + +<p> +Then Loki looked pale and the gods said, "Loki, you did it." And Loki +said, "Yes, I did." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/054.png"><img src="images/054th.png" alt="THE GODS ASK WHERE IDUN IS"></a> +</p> + +<p> +He did not tell a story that time. +</p> + +<p> +Then Loki said, "I will get Idun and the apples back, if I may have +the falcon suit." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">changed</td><td width="33%">faster</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The gods said, "You may have it, if you will bring the apples back." +</p> + +<p> +Loki put on the falcon suit and flew away. He looked like a big bird +flying. +</p> + +<p> +When Loki came to the giant's home, he was glad the giant was not +there. He changed Idun into a nut and then flew away with the nut. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/056.png"><img src="images/056th.png" alt="THE GIANT SEES THE BIRD FLY AWAY"></a> +</p> + +<p> +When the giant came home, Idun was gone. The golden apples were gone, +too. +</p> + +<p> +Then the giant put on his eagle suit and flew after Loki. +</p> + +<p> +Loki heard the eagle coming. Loki flew faster. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">breath</td><td width="33%">over</td><td width="33%">changed</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">walls</td><td width="33%">blazed</td><td width="33%">burned</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Poor Loki was all out of breath. The eagle flew faster and faster. +</p> + +<p> +Then the gods got on the walls to look for Loki. They saw him coming +and the eagle after him. +</p> + +<p> +So they made fires on the walls. At last Loki flew over the walls. +</p> + +<p> +Then the gods lighted the fires. The fires blazed up. +</p> + +<p> +The eagle flew into the fire and was burned. +</p> + +<p> +As soon as Loki put the nut down, it changed to Idun. +</p> + +<p> +The gods ate the beautiful golden apples and were young again. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/058.png"><img src="images/058th.png" alt=""></a> +</p> + +<h2><a name="vi">HOW THOR GOT THE HAMMER.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">proud</td><td width="33%">porch</td><td width="33%">lying</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">journeys</td><td width="33%">tricks</td><td width="33%">wife</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">always</td><td width="33%">alone</td><td width="33%">asleep</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Sif was Thor's wife. +</p> + +<p> +Sif had long golden hair. Thor was very proud of Sif's golden hair. +</p> + +<p> +Thor was always going on long journeys. One day he went off and left +Sif alone. She went out on the porch and fell asleep. +</p> + +<p> +Loki came along. He was always playing tricks. +</p> + +<p> +He saw Sif lying asleep. He said, "I am going to cut off her hair." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/060.png"><img src="images/060th.png" alt=""></a> +</p> + +<p> +So Loki went up on the porch and cut off Sif's golden hair. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">where</td><td width="33%">around</td><td width="33%">crying</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">answer</td><td width="33%">found</td><td width="33%">somebody</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When Sif woke up and saw that her hair was gone, she cried and +cried. Then she ran to hide. She did not want Thor to see her. +</p> + +<p> +When Thor came home, he could not find Sif. +</p> + +<p> +"Sif! Sif!" he called, "Where are you?" +</p> + +<p> +But Sif did not answer. +</p> + +<p> +Thor looked all around the house. At last he found her crying. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/062.png"><img src="images/062th.png" alt="'OH THOR, ALL MY HAIR, IS GONE!'"></a> +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, Thor, look, all my hair is gone! Somebody has cut it off. It was +a man. He ran away with it." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">angry</td><td width="33%">mischief</td><td width="33%">right</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">getting</td><td width="33%">cutting</td><td width="33%">something</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Then Thor was very angry. He said, "I know it was Loki. He is always +getting into mischief. Just wait until I get him!" +</p> + +<p> +And Thor went out to find Loki. Pretty soon he found him. +</p> + +<p> +Thor said, "Did you cut off Sif's hair?" Loki said, "Yes, I did." +</p> + +<p> +"Then you must pay for cutting off my wife's hair," said Thor. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/064.png"><img src="images/064th.png" alt="'DID YOU CUT OFF SIF'S HAIR?'"></a> +</p> + +<p> +"All right," said Loki, "I will get you something better than the +hair." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">ground</td><td width="33%">thumb</td><td width="33%">beads</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">dwarfs</td><td width="33%">crooked</td><td width="33%">crown</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%"> </td><td width="33%">worked</td><td width="33%"> </td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Loki went down, down into the ground to the home of the dwarfs. It was +very dark down there. The only light came from the dwarfs' fires. +</p> + +<p> +The dwarfs were ugly little black men. They were not any bigger than +your thumb. They had crooked backs and crooked legs. Their eyes looked +like black beads. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/066.png"><img src="images/066th.png" alt="LOKI AND THE DWARFS"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Loki said, "Can you make me a gold crown that will grow like real +hair?" +</p> + +<p> +The dwarfs said, "Yes, we can." So the busy little dwarfs worked all +night. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">morning</td><td width="33%">showed</td><td width="33%">laughed</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">spear</td><td width="33%">wonderful</td><td width="33%">three</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">ship</td><td width="33%">standing</td><td width="33%">brother</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">nobody</td><td width="33%">stepped</td><td width="33%">else</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When morning came the dwarfs gave Loki his crown of golden hair. They +gave him a spear and a ship, too. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/068.png"><img src="images/068th.png" alt="THE DWARFS BRING TO LOKI THE SHIP, THE SPEAR AND THE +CROWN OF HAIR"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Loki took the things up to Asgard, where the gods all lived. +</p> + +<p> +Then the gods all came up to him. He showed them the things. +</p> + +<p> +The gods said, "They are very wonderful." +</p> + +<p> +And Loki said, "Oh, nobody else can make such things as my little +dwarfs." +</p> + +<p> +A little dwarf, named Brok, was standing near by. He heard Loki say +that. Then he stepped up and said, "My brother can make just as good +things as these." +</p> + +<p> +Loki laughed and said, "If you can get three things as wonderful as +these, I will give you my head." + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/070.png"><img src="images/070th.png" alt="BROK TELLS LOKI THAT HIS BROTHER CAN MAKE BETTER GIFTS"></a> +</p> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">anywhere</td><td width="33%">misses</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">spear</td><td width="33%">mark</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Brok went down into the ground where his little dwarfs were working. +</p> + +<p> +Brok's brother was named Sindre. He said to his brother, "Loki says +that you can't make such nice things as his dwarfs can. He said that +he would give me his head if I could get him such wonderful things as +his." +</p> + +<p> +This made the dwarfs angry. Their eyes grew big. They said, "He will +see what we can do." +</p> + +<p> +Sindre wanted to know what the wonderful things were. +</p> + +<p> +Brok said, "Loki has a golden crown that will grow like real hair. A +ship that can go anywhere. A spear that never misses the mark." +</p> + +<p> +"We will show him," said the dwarfs. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">burning</td><td width="33%">blow</td><td width="33%">pigskin</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">bellows</td><td width="33%">blew</td><td width="33%">blowing</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The dwarfs soon had the fires burning. Then Sindre put a pigskin into +the fire. +</p> + +<p> +He gave the bellows to Brok and said, "Now blow as hard as you can." +</p> + +<p> +Then Sindre went out. Brok blew and blew. +</p> + +<p> +A little fly came in and bit him on the hand. +</p> + +<p> +The fly bit him so hard that Brok thought he would have to stop +blowing, but he did not. +</p> + +<p> +Then Sindre came back. He took out a golden pig from the fire. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">stand</td><td width="33%">lump</td><td width="33%">ring</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +He next put a lump of gold into the fire. +</p> + +<p> +He said to Brok, "Blow and blow and blow, and do not stop." +</p> + +<p> +Then Sindre went out again. +</p> + +<p> +So Brok blew as hard as he could. +</p> + +<p> +Then the same fly came in and bit him again. +</p> + +<p> +Brok thought that he could not stand it, but he kept on. +</p> + +<p> +When Sindre came back, he took a gold ring from the fire. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">hard</td><td width="33%">forehead</td><td width="33%">brush</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">iron</td><td width="33%">blood</td><td width="33%">hammer</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">handle</td><td width="33%">spoiled</td><td width="33%">mean</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Then Sindre put a lump of iron into the fire. +</p> + +<p> +He said to Brok, "Now blow as hard as you can." +</p> + +<p> +And Sindre went out. Brok blew and blew. The same mean fly came again, +and bit him on the forehead. It bit so hard that the blood ran into +his eyes. +</p> + +<p> +Brok put up his hand to brush away the fly. +</p> + +<p> +Just then Sindre came back. +</p> + +<p> +He took the hammer out of the fire. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/075.png"><img src="images/075th.png" alt="THE DWARFS WITH THE GOLDEN PIG, THE RING AND THE +HAMMER"></a> +</p> + +<p> +"There!" he said, "You have almost spoiled it. The handle is too +short, but it cannot be helped now." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">hurried</td><td width="33%">proud</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">came</td><td width="33%">pocket</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Brok hurried up to Asgard with his things. +</p> + +<p> +All the gods came around to see. Then Loki came up to show his things. +</p> + +<p> +He put the crown of gold on Sif's head and it began to grow like real +hair. +</p> + +<p> +He gave the spear to Odin and said, "This spear will never miss its +mark." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/077c.png"><img src="images/077cth.png" alt="SIF WITH THE GOLDEN CROWN"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Then he took out the ship. He said, "This is a wonderful ship. It will +sail on any sea, and yet you can fold it up and put it into your +pocket." +</p> + +<p> +Loki felt very proud, for he thought his things were the best. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">fold</td><td width="33%">sail</td><td width="33%">afraid</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">sorry</td><td width="33%">each</td><td width="33%">ring</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">shining</td><td width="33%">faster</td><td width="33%">gave</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +All the gods felt very sorry for little Brok. They thought Loki's +things were fine. They were afraid Brok's would not be so nice. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/079.png"><img src="images/079th.png" alt="BROK SHOWS HIS THINGS TO THE GODS"></a> +</p> + +<p> +They said, "Now, Brok, show your things." +</p> + +<p> +Brok took out the gold ring. He said, "Each night this ring will +throw off a ring just like it. He gave the ring to Odin." +</p> + +<p> +Then Brok took out the golden pig. He said, "This pig can go anywhere, +on the ground or in the air. It can go faster than any horse. If the +night is dark, the shining pig will make it light." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">frost</td><td width="33%">giants</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">turned</td><td width="33%">blowing</td></tr> +</table> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/081.png"><img src="images/081th.png" alt="THOR WITH HIS HAMMER"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Then Brok showed the hammer. He said, "This is not a very pretty +hammer. When I was making it, Loki turned himself into a fly and made +me spoil it. The fly bit me so hard that I had to stop blowing. So the +handle is a little short. But it is a wonderful hammer. If you throw +it at anything, it will hit the mark and come back to you." +</p> + +<p> +The gods picked up the hammer and passed it around. +</p> + +<p> +They said, "It will be just the things with which to keep the Frost +Giants out of Asgard." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">touch</td><td width="33%">neck</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">without</td><td width="33%">way</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The gods said, "Brok's things are the best." +</p> + +<p> +Brok gave the hammer to Thor. That is the way Thor got his wonderful +hammer. +</p> + +<p> +Then Brok said to Loki, "You said I could have your head if my things +were the best." +</p> + +<p> +And Loki was angry and said, "Yes, I told you that you could have my +head. But you can't touch my neck." +</p> + +<p> +Of course, Brok could not get his head without touching his neck. +</p> + +<p> +So Brok did not get Loki's head. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/083.png"><img src="images/083th.png" alt="THE FROST GIANT"></a> +</p> + +<h2><a name="vii">THE HAMMER LOST AND FOUND.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">everything</td><td width="33%">planned</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The Frost Giants did not like the sunshine. They did not like to see +the flowers. They did not like to hear the birds sing. They wanted to +spoil everything. +</p> + +<p> +The Frost Giants wanted to get into Asgard. But they did not know how. +They were afraid of Thor and his hammer. They said, "If we can only +get the hammer, we can get into Asgard." +</p> + +<p> +They talked and planned all night. At last one Frost Giant said, "I +know how we can get the hammer. I will dress in a bird suit. Then I +will fly up to Thor's house and get the hammer." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/085.png"><img src="images/085th.png" alt="THE FROST GIANTS TALKED AND PLANNED ALL NIGHT"></a> +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td align="center">Freyja</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The next night the Frost Giant flew into the house while Thor was +asleep. +</p> + +<p> +He took the hammer and flew away with it. +</p> + +<p> +When Thor woke, he put out his hand to get the hammer. It was gone. +</p> + +<p> +He said, "Loki, the hammer is gone. The Frost Giants have taken it. We +must get it back." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/087.png"><img src="images/087th.png" alt="THE FROST GIANT FLEW INTO THE HOUSE WHILE THOR WAS +ASLEEP"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Loki said, "I can get it back, if Freyja will let me have her falcon +suit." +</p> + +<p> +So he went to Freyja and said, "Will you let me have your falcon suit? +I can get the hammer back if you will." Freyja said, "Yes, of course I +will. If I had a gold suit you could have it. Any thing to get the +hammer back." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">people</td><td width="33%">city</td><td width="33%">Thrym</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">strange</td><td width="33%">buried</td><td width="33%">eight</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">miles</td><td width="33%">deep</td><td width="33%">falcon</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Loki took the falcon suit and put it on. He flew over the city. All +the people saw him flying. They said, "What a strange bird!" They did +not know that it was Loki going for the hammer. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/089.png"><img src="images/089th.png" alt="LOKI BORROWS THE FALCON SUIT"></a> +</p> + +<p> +When Loki came to the city of the Frost Giants, he took off the falcon +suit. He walked and walked until he came to Thrym's house. Thrym was +the giant who took the hammer. + +Thrym was sitting on the porch, making gold collars for his dogs. +</p> + +<p> +When he saw Loki, he said, "What do you want?" +</p> + +<p> +Loki said, "I have come for the hammer." +</p> + +<p> +The old giant laughed and said, "You will never get that hammer. It is +buried eight miles deep in the ground. +</p> + +<p> +"But there is one way you can get it. I will give you the hammer if +you get Freyja for my wife." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">clothes</td><td width="33%">shook</td><td width="33%">necklace</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +So Loki went back to Asgard. +</p> + +<p> +Thor said, "Well, did you get the hammer?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, but we can get it if Freyja will be Thrym's wife." +</p> + +<p> +Then they went to Freyja's house. They said, "Put on your very best +clothes and come with us. You must be Thrym's wife." +</p> + +<p> +Freyja said, "Do you think I will be the Frost Giant's wife? I won't +be his wife." +</p> + +<p> +Thor said, "We can get the hammer back if you will." +</p> + +<p> +But Freyja said, "No, I will not be his wife." +</p> + +<p> +Loki said, "You will have to, if we get the hammer back." +</p> + +<p> +Still Freyja said, "I will not go." And she was very angry. She shook +so hard that she broke her necklace and it fell to the floor. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">bride</td><td width="33%">braided</td><td width="33%">wagon</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">vail</td><td width="33%">servant</td><td width="33%">goat</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Then the gods said, "Thor, you must dress like Freyja. You will have +to play you are the bride." +</p> + +<p> +Thor said, "I won't do it. You will all laugh at me. I won't dress up +like a girl." +</p> + +<p> +They said, "Well, that is the only way we can get the hammer back." +</p> + +<p> +Thor said, "I do not like to dress like a girl, but I will do it." +Then they dressed Thor up like Freyja. +</p> + +<p> +They put on Freyja's dress, necklace and vail, and braided his hair. +</p> + +<p> +Loki said, "I will dress up too, and be your servant." +</p> + +<p> +They got into Thor's goat wagon and went to the Giants' home. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/094.png"><img src="images/094th.png" alt="THOR AND LOKI APPROACH THE HOUSE OF THE GIANTS"></a> +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">dinner</td><td width="33%">salmon</td><td width="33%">mead</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">whole</td><td width="33%">thirsty</td><td width="33%">barrels</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When the Frost Giants saw them coming, they said, "Get ready, here +comes the bride! We will sit down to the table as soon as they come." +</p> + +<p> +The dinner was ready on time. The table was full of good things. All +sat down. +</p> + +<p> +The bride ate a whole ox and eight salmon before the others had a +bite. +</p> + +<p> +"She must be very hungry," the Frost Giants said. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes," Loki said, "she was so glad to come. She hasn't eaten anything +for eight days." +</p> + +<p> +Then they brought in the mead. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/096.png"><img src="images/096th.png" alt="THOR AND LOKI MET BY THRYM"></a> +</p> + +<p> +The bride drank three barrels of mead. +</p> + +<p> +"How thirsty she is!" said the Frost Giants. +</p> + +<p> +Loki said, "Yes, she is very thirsty. She was so glad to come. She did +not drink anything for eight days." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">kiss</td><td width="33%">stepped</td><td width="33%">whirled</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">lifted</td><td width="33%">shone</td><td width="33%">lap</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Old Thrym said, "I had every thing I wanted but Freyja. Now I have +Freyja." +</p> + +<p> +And Thrym went to kiss the bride. He lifted her vail, but her eyes +shone like fire. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/098.png"><img src="images/098th.png" alt="THRYM PUTS THE HAMMER IN THOR'S LAP"></a> +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/099c.png"><img src="images/099cth.png" alt="THOR AND HIS HAMMER"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Thrym stepped back. He said, "What makes Freyja's eyes shine so?" +</p> + +<p> +Loki said, "Oh, she was so glad to come. She did not sleep for eight +nights." +</p> + +<p> +Then Loki said, "It is time for the hammer. Go and get it and put it +in the bride's lap." +</p> + +<p> +As soon as the hammer was in his lap, Thor tore off the vail. +</p> + +<p> +He took the hammer and whirled it around. Fire flew from it. The +fire burned the house and the Frost Giants ran away. +</p> + +<p> +So Thor got his hammer back. +</p> + + +<p> +The following stories by Miss Smythe were originally published +under the title of "The Golden Fleece." They have been carefully +revised and illustrated for this book. +<br> +<br> +<br> +</p> + +<h2><a name="viii">THE STORY OF THE SHEEP.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">ago</td><td width="33%">horns</td><td width="33%">fleece</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">king</td><td width="33%">Greece</td><td width="33%">loved</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">playing</td><td width="33%">Helle</td><td width="33%">grass</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">garden</td><td width="33%">catch</td><td width="33%">clouds</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Long, long ago there lived a king in Greece. He had two little +children, a boy and a girl. +</p> + +<p> +They were good children and loved each other very much. +</p> + +<p> +One day they were playing in the garden. +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, Helle, look!" said the boy. +</p> + +<p> +There on the grass was a fine large sheep. This sheep had a fleece of +gold and his horns were gold, too. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/103.png"><img src="images/103th.png" alt="THE KING AND HIS TWO CHILDREN"></a> +</p> + +<p> +The children wanted to pat the sheep, but they could not catch him. +When they went near, he ran away on the clouds. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">grew</td><td width="33%">golden</td><td width="33%">hold</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">tame</td><td width="33%">ride</td><td width="33%">tight</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Every day they played in the garden and every day the sheep came, too. +</p> + +<p> +By and by he grew tame and let the children pat his golden fleece. +</p> + +<p> +One day the boy said, "Helle, let us take a ride." +</p> + +<p> +First he helped his sister on the sheep's back. +</p> + +<p> +Then he got on and held to the horns. +</p> + +<p> +"Hold tight to me, Helle," he said. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">sky</td><td width="33%">dizzy</td><td width="33%">sea</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">sister</td><td width="33%">land</td><td width="33%">dragon</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">lose</td><td width="33%">nailed</td><td width="33%">Colchis</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The sheep went up, up into the sky, and ran a long way on the clouds. +But Helle got dizzy and fell down into the sea. +</p> + +<p> +The boy felt very bad to lose his sister, but went right on. +</p> + +<p> +Then he came to the land Colchis. He killed the sheep and gave the +golden fleece to the king. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/106.png"><img src="images/106th.png" alt="THE BOY GIVES THE GOLDEN FLEECE TO THE KING"></a> +</p> + +<p> +The king was glad to have it and nailed it to an oak tree. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/107.png"><img src="images/107th.png" alt="THE SHEEP WENT UP INTO THE SKY AND RAN A LONG WAY ON +THE CLOUDS"></a> +</p> + +<p> +By the tree was a dragon. The dragon never went to sleep. He would not +let any one but the king come to the tree. +</p> + +<p> +So no one could get the golden fleece. +<br> +<br> +<br> +</p> + +<h2><a name="ix">THE GOOD SHIP ARGO.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">across</td><td width="33%">untied</td><td width="33%">wade</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">Jason</td><td width="33%">brave</td><td width="33%">party</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">rained</td><td width="33%">creek</td><td width="33%">bridge</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">shoe-strings</td><td width="33%"> </td><td width="33%">invited</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Jason was a brave young man. He lived a little way from the king's +city. +</p> + +<p> +One day the king gave a big party and invited Jason. +</p> + +<p> +It was a very dark night and it rained hard. +</p> + +<p> +Jason had to go across a creek, but there was no bridge. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/109.png"><img src="images/109th.png" alt="JASON COMES TO THE KING'S HOUSE"></a> +</p> + +<p> +The creek was full of water and Jason had to wade. +</p> + +<p> +One of his shoe-strings came untied and he lost his shoe in the +water. +</p> + +<p> +When he came to the king's house, he had but one shoe. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">knew</td><td width="33%">bring</td><td width="33%">fight</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">wild</td><td width="33%">Argo</td><td width="33%">asked</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">animals</td><td width="33%">shoe</td><td width="33%">Argonauts</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The king did not like this, for a fairy had said, "The man who shall +come to your house with one shoe, will be king." +</p> + +<p> +So he knew Jason was to be king. + +Then he said to Jason, "You may be king when you bring me the golden +fleece." +</p> + +<p> +Jason was glad to go, and asked many brave men to go with him. +</p> + +<p> +To get the golden fleece they would have to fight wild men and +animals. +</p> + +<p> +They made a big ship which they named "Argo." +</p> + +<p> +The men who went on the Argo were called Argonauts. +<br> +<br> +<br> +</p> + +<h2><a name="x">JASON AND THE HARPIES.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">wings</td><td width="33%">blind</td><td width="33%">nobody</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">strong</td><td width="33%">iron</td><td width="33%">hard</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">skin</td><td width="33%">drive</td><td width="33%">claws</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">scratched</td><td width="33%">brass</td><td width="33%">Harpies</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The ship Argo sailed a long way. There were two strong men on the +ship. They had wings and could fly. +</p> + +<p> +One day the Argo came to a land where the blind king lived. +</p> + +<p> +This poor king had a hard time. When he sat down to the table to eat, +some ugly birds called Harpies, came too. The Harpies had skin like +brass and nobody could hurt them. They had claws of iron, and +scratched people when they tried to drive them away. +</p> + +<p> +When the king's dinner was ready, the Harpies came and took it away. +When Jason and his men came, the king told them all about it. Jason +said they would help him. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">food</td><td width="33%">drowned</td><td width="33%">tired</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">swords</td><td width="33%">hurt</td><td width="33%">flying</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +They all sat down to the table. When the food was put on the table, +the Harpies came flying in. Jason and his men took their swords. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/114.png"><img src="images/114th.png" alt="JASON TRIES TO KILL THE HARPIES"></a> +</p> + +<p> +They cut at the Harpies but could not hurt them. +</p> + +<p> +Then the two men with wings flew up in the air. The Harpies were +afraid and flew away. The men flew after them. +</p> + +<p> +At last the Harpies grew very tired and fell into the sea and were +drowned. +</p> + +<p> +Then the men with wings came back. +</p> + +<p> +Now the blind king could eat all he wanted. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">thanked</td><td width="33%">rocks</td><td width="33%">moved</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">friends</td><td width="33%">helping</td><td width="33%">good-bye</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">over</td><td width="33%">apart</td><td width="33%">icebergs</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +It was now time for Jason and his friends to go away. +</p> + +<p> +The king thanked them over and over again for helping him. +</p> + +<p> +When they said good-bye, he told them how to get to the land where +they would find the golden fleece. +</p> + +<p> +On the sea where Jason and his men had to sail, were two big rocks. +These rocks moved on the waterlike icebergs. +</p> + +<p> +They were as high as a big hill. They would come close to each other, +then they would go far apart. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">fishes</td><td width="33%">pieces</td><td width="33%">dove</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">past</td><td width="33%">break</td><td width="33%">together</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">row</td><td width="33%">almost</td><td width="33%">rocks</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When fishes swam in the water the rocks would come together and kill +the fishes. +</p> + +<p> +If birds flew in the air, the rocks would come together and kill +birds. +</p> + +<p> +If a boat sailed on the water, the rocks would come together and break +the boat into little pieces. +</p> + +<p> +These rocks had been put in the sea, so no one could go to the land +where the golden fleece was. +</p> + +<p> +When the ship Argo came to the rocks, Jason sent a dove out. +</p> + +<p> +The rocks came together when the dove was almost past. +</p> + +<p> +Then they went far apart. Jason made his men row as hard as they +could. +</p> + +<p> +The rocks began to come together. "Row hard, my men," said Jason. +</p> + +<p> +Just as they got past, the rocks hit, but Jason and his men were all +right. +</p> + +<p> +So they came to Colchis. +<br> +<br> +<br> +</p> + +<h2><a name="xi">THE BRASS BULLS.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">something</td><td width="33%">plow</td><td width="33%">bulls</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">stronger</td><td width="33%">chains</td><td width="33%">noses</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">mouths</td><td width="33%">smoke</td><td width="33%">plant</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">stone</td><td width="33%">flew</td><td width="33%">stall</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When Jason came to Colchis, he went to the king and said, "Will you +give me the golden fleece?" +</p> + +<p> +The king wanted to keep the fleece. +</p> + +<p> +So he said to Jason, "You may have it, but you must do something +for me first." +</p> + +<p> +"You must plow with the brass bulls, and plant the dragon's teeth." +</p> + +<p> +The brass bulls looked like real bulls, but they were larger and +stronger. +</p> + +<p> +They blew out fire and smoke from their noses and mouths. +</p> + +<p> +The bulls had a stall made of iron and stone. They had to be tied +with strong iron chains. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">daughter</td><td width="33%">Medea</td><td width="33%">carriage</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">snakes</td><td width="33%">through</td><td width="33%">pulled</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When the dragon's teeth were planted, iron men grew up. +</p> + +<p> +They always killed the one who had planted them. +</p> + +<p> +The king wanted the bulls to kill Jason. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/121.png"><img src="images/121th.png" alt="MEDEA GATHERS FLOWERS"></a> +</p> + +<p> +He said, "If the bulls do not kill him the iron men will." +</p> + +<p> +The king had a daughter named Medea. She saw Jason was a brave +young man and did not want him killed. +</p> + +<p> +She knew how to help him. She stepped into her carriage, which was +pulled by flying snakes. +</p> + +<p> +Then Medea flew through the air. She went to hills and creeks and +picked all kinds of flowers. +</p> + +<p> +She took the flowers home and cooked them. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">nothing</td><td width="33%">face</td><td width="33%">rub</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">juice</td><td width="33%">legs</td><td width="33%">cut</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Then Medea went to Jason when the king did not know it. +</p> + +<p> +She said to Jason, "Rub your face and hands and legs with this juice." +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/123.png"><img src="images/123th.png" alt="MEDEA GIVES JASON THE JUICE"></a> +</p> + +<p> +When he did this, he was as strong as a giant. +</p> + +<p> +Nothing could hurt him then. Fire could not burn him, and swords +could not cut him. +</p> + +<p> +The next day Jason had to plow with the brass bulls and plant the +dragon's teeth. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">climbed</td><td width="33%">early</td><td width="33%">tied</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">princess</td><td width="33%">seats</td><td width="33%">hold</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">untied</td><td width="33%">opened</td><td width="33%">place</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Early in the morning, the king and princess went out to the place. +</p> + +<p> +They had good seats where they could see well. +</p> + +<p> +All the people in the city came out to see Jason plow. +</p> + +<p> +The little boys climbed the trees so they could see better. +</p> + +<p> +Then Jason came to the place. The stall where the brass bulls were +tied was not far off. +</p> + +<p> +The door was opened and Jason went in. +</p> + +<p> +He untied the bulls and took hold of their horns. +</p> + +<p> +Then he made the bulls come out of their stall. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">pushed</td><td width="33%">kicked</td><td width="33%">until</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The bulls were very angry and blew fire and smoke from their mouths. +</p> + +<p> +This made the cruel king glad. But the people who saw it were afraid. +They did not want Jason killed. They did not know that the princess +had helped him. +</p> + +<p> +Jason pushed the bulls' heads down to the ground. Then they kicked at +him with their feet, but could not hurt him. +</p> + +<p> +He held their heads down on the ground until the plow was ready. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">handle</td><td width="33%">slowly</td><td width="33%">noon</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">wheat</td><td width="33%">lie</td><td width="33%">just</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +Jason took the chains in one hand. He took the handle of the plow in +the other. +</p> + +<p> +The bulls jumped and wanted to run away. +</p> + +<p> +But Jason held so hard they had to go very slowly. +</p> + +<p> +When it was noon the ground was all plowed. +</p> + +<p> +Then Jason let the bulls go. +</p> + +<p> +They were so angry that they ran away to the woods. +</p> + +<p> +Now Jason went to the king and said, "Give me the dragon's teeth." +</p> + +<p> +The king gave him his hat full. +</p> + +<p> +Then Jason planted the dragon's teeth, just as a man plants wheat. +</p> + +<p> +By this time he was very tired, so he went to lie down. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/128.png"><img src="images/128th.png" alt="JASON SOWS THE DRAGON'S TEETH"></a> +</p> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">evening</td><td width="33%">knees</td><td width="33%">marble</td></tr> +<tr><td width="33%">threw</td><td width="33%">growing</td><td width="33%">fight</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +In the evening he came back. +</p> + +<p> +The iron men were growing up. Some of the men had only their feet in +the ground. +</p> + +<p> +Some of them were in the ground up to their knees. +</p> + +<p> +Some had only their heads out. They all tried to get out so they could +kill Jason. +</p> + +<p> +Then Jason did what Medea told him he should do. +</p> + +<p> +He took a giant's marble and threw it near the men. +</p> + +<p> +All the iron men wanted to get the marble. +</p> + +<p> +So they began to fight each other. As soon as one had his feet out of +the ground, he cut at the man next to him. So they killed each other. +</p> + +<p> +Then Jason took his sword and cut off all the heads that were out of +the ground. +</p> + +<p> +So all the iron men were killed and the king was very angry. +</p> + +<p> +But Medea and the people were glad. +<br> +<br> +<br> +</p> + +<h2><a name="xii">JASON AND THE DRAGON.</a></h2> + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">yourself</td><td width="33%">fond</td><td width="33%">father</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +The next day Jason went to the king and said, "Now, give me the +golden fleece." +</p> + +<p> +The king did not give it to him, but said, "Come again." +</p> + +<p> +Then Medea said, "If you want the golden fleece, you must help +yourself. My father will not give it to you. A dragon is by the tree +where the golden fleece is, and he never sleeps. He is always hungry +and eats people if they go near him. I can not kill him but I can make +him sleep. He is very fond of cake. I will make some cake and put in +something to make the dragon sleep." +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">became</td><td width="33%">climbed</td><td width="33%">angry</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +So Medea made the cakes and Jason took them and threw them to the +dragon. +</p> + +<p> +The dragon ate them all and went to sleep. +</p> + +<p> +Then Jason climbed over the dragon and took the nail out of the tree. +</p> + +<p> +He put the golden fleece under his coat and ran to the ship Argo. +</p> + +<p> +Medea went with him and became his wife. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/133.png"><img src="images/133th.png" alt="THE DRAGON FINDS THE FLEECE IS GONE"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Oh, how angry the king was! He had lost the golden fleece and the +brass bulls and the dragon's teeth. And now his daughter was gone. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">through</td><td width="33%">nine</td><td width="33%">stones</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +He sent his men in ships to take Jason, but they could not get him. +</p> + +<p> +At last Medea and Jason and the other Argonauts came to Greece. +</p> + +<p> +Jason's father was there. He was a very old man. Jason wanted his +father to be king, so he asked Medea to make the old man young. +</p> + +<p> +Then Medea took her carriage and flew through the air. +</p> + +<p> +She did not come back for nine days. She picked flowers from the +hills. She found all kinds of stones, too. +</p> + + + +<table summary="stories" cellpadding="10" border="1" align="center" width="50%"> +<tr><td width="33%">stick</td><td width="33%">died</td><td width="33%">woke</td></tr> +</table> + +<p> +When she went home she put all these things into a pot and cooked +them. +</p> + +<p class="ctr"> +<a href="images/135.png"><img src="images/135th.png" alt="MEDEA MAKES THE OLD KING YOUNG"></a> +</p> + +<p> +Then she put a stick into the pot and leaves grew on it. +</p> + +<p> +Some of the juice fell on the ground and grass grew up. +</p> + +<p> +So Medea knew the juice would make things grow. +</p> + +<p> +Jason's father went to sleep and Medea put some of the juice into his +mouth. +</p> + +<p> +His white hair turned black and teeth grew in his mouth. +</p> + +<p> +When he woke up, he looked and felt like a young man. +</p> + +<p> +He lived many years and when he died Jason was king. +</p> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Primary Reader, by E. 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