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Once on a time the fox was talking to the wolf of the
strength of man; how no animal could withstand him, and how
all were obliged to employ cunning in order to preserve themselves
from him. Then the wolf answered, "If I had but the chance of
seeing a man for once, I would set on him notwithstanding." "I can help thee to do that," said the
fox. "Come to me early
to-morrow morning, and I will show thee one." The wolf presented
himself betimes, and the fox took him out on the road by which
the huntsmen went daily. First came an old discharged soldier.
"Is that a man?" inquired the wolf. "No," answered the fox, "that
was one." Afterwards came a little boy who was going to school.
"Is that a man?" "No, that is going to be one." At length came a
hunter with his double-barrelled gun at his back, and hanger by
his side. Said the fox to the wolf, "Look, there comes a man,
thou must attack him, but I will take myself off to my hole." The
wolf then rushed on the man. When the huntsman saw him he
said, "It is a pity that I have not loaded with a bullet," aimed,
and fired his small shot in his face. The wolf pulled a very
wry face, but did not let himself be frightened, and attacked
him again, on which the huntsman gave him the second barrel. The
wolf swallowed his pain, and rushed on the huntsman, but he
drew out his bright hanger, and gave him a few cuts with it
right and left, so that, bleeding everywhere, he ran howling back
to the fox. "Well, brother wolf," said the fox, "how hast thou
got on with man?" "Ah!" replied the wolf, "I never imagined the
strength of man to be what it is! First, he took a stick from
his shoulder, and blew into it, and then something flew into
my face which tickled me terribly; then he breathed once
more into the stick, and it flew into my nose like lightning and
hail; when I was quite close, he drew a white rib out of his
side, and he beat me so with it that I was all but left lying
dead." "See what a braggart thou art!" said the fox. "Thou throwest
thy hatchet so far that thou canst not fetch it back again!"
Margaret Hunt (London, 1884)
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