[Contents]Stompe Pilt.At a little distance from Baal Mountain, in the parish of Filkestad, in Willand’s Härad, lies a hill where, formerly, lived a giant named Stompe Pilt.It happened one day, that a Goatherd came that way, driving his goats before him, up the hill.“Who comes there?” demanded the Giant, rushing out of the hill, with a large flint stone in his fist, when he discovered the Goatherd.“It is I, if you will know,” responded the Herder, continuing his way up the hill with his flock.“If you come up here I will squeeze you into fragments as I do this stone,” shrieked the Giant, and crushed the stone between his fingers into fine sand.“Then I will squeeze water out of you as I do out of this stone,” replied the Herder, taking a new-made cheese from his bag and squeezing it so that the whey ran between his fingers to the ground.“Are you not afraid?” asked the Giant.“Not of you,” replied the Herder.“Then let us fight,” continued Stompe Pilt.“All right,” responded the Goatherd, “but let us first taunt each other so that we will become right angry, for taunting will beget anger and anger will give us cause to fight.”“Very well, and I will begin,” said the Giant.“Go ahead, and I will follow you,” said the Herder.[16]“You shall become a crooked nose hobgoblin,” cried the Giant.“You shall become a flying devil,” retorted the Herder, and from his bow shot a sharp arrow into the body of the Giant.“What is that?” inquired the Giant, endeavoring to pull the arrow from his flesh.“That is a taunt,” replied the Herder.“Why has it feathers?” asked the Giant.“In order that it may fly straight and rapidly,” answered the Herder.“Why does it stick so fast?” asked the Giant.“Because it has taken root in your body,” was the answer.“Have you more of such?” inquired the Giant.“There, you have another,” said the Herder, and shot another arrow into the Giant’s body.“Aj! aj!” shrieked Stompe Pilt; “are you not angry enough to fight?”“No, I have not yet taunted you enough,” replied the Herder, setting an arrow to his bowstring.“Drive your goats where you will. I can’t endure your taunting, much less your blows,” shrieked Stompe Pilt, and sprang into the hill again.Thus the Herder was saved by means of his bravery and ingenuity.[17]
[Contents]Stompe Pilt.At a little distance from Baal Mountain, in the parish of Filkestad, in Willand’s Härad, lies a hill where, formerly, lived a giant named Stompe Pilt.It happened one day, that a Goatherd came that way, driving his goats before him, up the hill.“Who comes there?” demanded the Giant, rushing out of the hill, with a large flint stone in his fist, when he discovered the Goatherd.“It is I, if you will know,” responded the Herder, continuing his way up the hill with his flock.“If you come up here I will squeeze you into fragments as I do this stone,” shrieked the Giant, and crushed the stone between his fingers into fine sand.“Then I will squeeze water out of you as I do out of this stone,” replied the Herder, taking a new-made cheese from his bag and squeezing it so that the whey ran between his fingers to the ground.“Are you not afraid?” asked the Giant.“Not of you,” replied the Herder.“Then let us fight,” continued Stompe Pilt.“All right,” responded the Goatherd, “but let us first taunt each other so that we will become right angry, for taunting will beget anger and anger will give us cause to fight.”“Very well, and I will begin,” said the Giant.“Go ahead, and I will follow you,” said the Herder.[16]“You shall become a crooked nose hobgoblin,” cried the Giant.“You shall become a flying devil,” retorted the Herder, and from his bow shot a sharp arrow into the body of the Giant.“What is that?” inquired the Giant, endeavoring to pull the arrow from his flesh.“That is a taunt,” replied the Herder.“Why has it feathers?” asked the Giant.“In order that it may fly straight and rapidly,” answered the Herder.“Why does it stick so fast?” asked the Giant.“Because it has taken root in your body,” was the answer.“Have you more of such?” inquired the Giant.“There, you have another,” said the Herder, and shot another arrow into the Giant’s body.“Aj! aj!” shrieked Stompe Pilt; “are you not angry enough to fight?”“No, I have not yet taunted you enough,” replied the Herder, setting an arrow to his bowstring.“Drive your goats where you will. I can’t endure your taunting, much less your blows,” shrieked Stompe Pilt, and sprang into the hill again.Thus the Herder was saved by means of his bravery and ingenuity.[17]
Stompe Pilt.
At a little distance from Baal Mountain, in the parish of Filkestad, in Willand’s Härad, lies a hill where, formerly, lived a giant named Stompe Pilt.It happened one day, that a Goatherd came that way, driving his goats before him, up the hill.“Who comes there?” demanded the Giant, rushing out of the hill, with a large flint stone in his fist, when he discovered the Goatherd.“It is I, if you will know,” responded the Herder, continuing his way up the hill with his flock.“If you come up here I will squeeze you into fragments as I do this stone,” shrieked the Giant, and crushed the stone between his fingers into fine sand.“Then I will squeeze water out of you as I do out of this stone,” replied the Herder, taking a new-made cheese from his bag and squeezing it so that the whey ran between his fingers to the ground.“Are you not afraid?” asked the Giant.“Not of you,” replied the Herder.“Then let us fight,” continued Stompe Pilt.“All right,” responded the Goatherd, “but let us first taunt each other so that we will become right angry, for taunting will beget anger and anger will give us cause to fight.”“Very well, and I will begin,” said the Giant.“Go ahead, and I will follow you,” said the Herder.[16]“You shall become a crooked nose hobgoblin,” cried the Giant.“You shall become a flying devil,” retorted the Herder, and from his bow shot a sharp arrow into the body of the Giant.“What is that?” inquired the Giant, endeavoring to pull the arrow from his flesh.“That is a taunt,” replied the Herder.“Why has it feathers?” asked the Giant.“In order that it may fly straight and rapidly,” answered the Herder.“Why does it stick so fast?” asked the Giant.“Because it has taken root in your body,” was the answer.“Have you more of such?” inquired the Giant.“There, you have another,” said the Herder, and shot another arrow into the Giant’s body.“Aj! aj!” shrieked Stompe Pilt; “are you not angry enough to fight?”“No, I have not yet taunted you enough,” replied the Herder, setting an arrow to his bowstring.“Drive your goats where you will. I can’t endure your taunting, much less your blows,” shrieked Stompe Pilt, and sprang into the hill again.Thus the Herder was saved by means of his bravery and ingenuity.[17]
At a little distance from Baal Mountain, in the parish of Filkestad, in Willand’s Härad, lies a hill where, formerly, lived a giant named Stompe Pilt.
It happened one day, that a Goatherd came that way, driving his goats before him, up the hill.
“Who comes there?” demanded the Giant, rushing out of the hill, with a large flint stone in his fist, when he discovered the Goatherd.
“It is I, if you will know,” responded the Herder, continuing his way up the hill with his flock.
“If you come up here I will squeeze you into fragments as I do this stone,” shrieked the Giant, and crushed the stone between his fingers into fine sand.
“Then I will squeeze water out of you as I do out of this stone,” replied the Herder, taking a new-made cheese from his bag and squeezing it so that the whey ran between his fingers to the ground.
“Are you not afraid?” asked the Giant.
“Not of you,” replied the Herder.
“Then let us fight,” continued Stompe Pilt.
“All right,” responded the Goatherd, “but let us first taunt each other so that we will become right angry, for taunting will beget anger and anger will give us cause to fight.”
“Very well, and I will begin,” said the Giant.
“Go ahead, and I will follow you,” said the Herder.[16]
“You shall become a crooked nose hobgoblin,” cried the Giant.
“You shall become a flying devil,” retorted the Herder, and from his bow shot a sharp arrow into the body of the Giant.
“What is that?” inquired the Giant, endeavoring to pull the arrow from his flesh.
“That is a taunt,” replied the Herder.
“Why has it feathers?” asked the Giant.
“In order that it may fly straight and rapidly,” answered the Herder.
“Why does it stick so fast?” asked the Giant.
“Because it has taken root in your body,” was the answer.
“Have you more of such?” inquired the Giant.
“There, you have another,” said the Herder, and shot another arrow into the Giant’s body.
“Aj! aj!” shrieked Stompe Pilt; “are you not angry enough to fight?”
“No, I have not yet taunted you enough,” replied the Herder, setting an arrow to his bowstring.
“Drive your goats where you will. I can’t endure your taunting, much less your blows,” shrieked Stompe Pilt, and sprang into the hill again.
Thus the Herder was saved by means of his bravery and ingenuity.[17]