burners when they heard the story. 'How we wish that we had had
the chance! WE should never have wanted to know what was in the
soup-tureen!'

From 'Litterature Orale de l'Auvergne,' par Paul Sebillot.






How Brave Walter Hunted Wolves




A little back from the high road there stands a house which is
called 'Hemgard.' Perhaps you remember the two beautiful mountain
ash trees by the reddish-brown palings, and the high gate, and
the garden with the beautiful barberry bushes which are always
the first to become grown in spring, and which in summer are
weighed down with their beautiful berries.

Behind the garden there is a hedge with tall aspens which rustle
in the morning wind, behind the hedge is a road, behind the road
is a wood, and behind the wood the wide world.

But on the other side of the garden there is a lake, and beyond
the lake is a village, and all around stretch meadows and fields,
now yellow, now green.