In the days when strange things used to happen in the world, and the devil himself used sometimes to walk about in it in a bare-faced fashion, he came to a very small town where he resolved to stay a while to play some of his tricks.
It’s little we know concerning the creatures and their ways, and with whom and what they’re mixed up.
The good maid, wishing to save her fellow-damsel so long a suffering, tried with might and main to bear in mind the name of the potent herb. At length she dropped asleep, and when she opened her eyes, she knew nothing at all about the matter.
On the stone, at the dead hour of the night, might be discerned a female figure wrapped in a grey cloak. She was incessantly knock, knock, knocking, in a fruitless endeavour to split the impenetrable rock.
When the girl thought the bread should be ready she looked in the oven and was very much amazed to find a very large loaf of bread. She pretended to look about the oven as if in search of something.
His dress was entirely brown, the colour of the brackens, and his head covered with frizzled red hair. His countenance was expressive of the most savage ferocity, and his eyes glared like those of a bull.
A great tumult arose at the banquet on account of his taking away the cup, and all the guests pursued him, but the peasant escaped by the fleetness of the beast he rode.
A boy and his sister were found near the mouth of a pit. They were different in the colour of their skin from all the people of our habitable world, for their skin was tinged of a green colour.
Then, all of a sudden, the gates swung back with a terrible clang, and there issued as strange a procession as Tom’s, or indeed mortal’s, eyes ever set on.
The boy, forgetting himself in a moment of alarm, was heard to exclaim: ‘Run, granny, run; run for your life!’
‘If Jane had a child,’ said he to himself, ‘who knows but that one day it might play about here and fall in and be killed?’
There lived an old woman who possessed a very pretty garden, wherein she cultivated a most beautiful bed of tulips. The pixies, so delighted in this spot, would carry their elfin babes thither, and sing them to rest.