Identifier: violetfairybook00lang (find matches)
Title: The violet fairy book
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill
Subjects: Folklore Fairy tales
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ashing past. 1 Dear me! exclaimed the dragon, looking round. Who are you, and where do you come from ? I am Stan Bolovan, who eats rocks all night, and inthe day feeds on the flowers of the mountain; and if youmeddle with those sheep I will carve a cross on yourback. When the dragon heard these words he stood quitestill in the middle of the road, for he knew he had metwith his match. But you will have to fight me first, he said in atrembling voice, for when you faced him properly he wasnot brave at all. I fight you ? replied Stan, why I could slay youwith one breath! Then, stooping to pick up a largecheese which lay at his feet, he added, Go and get astone like this out of the river, so that we may lose notime in seeing who is the best man. The dragon did as Stan bade him, and brought back astone out of the brook. Can you get buttermilk out of your stone ? asked Stan. 116 STAN BOLOVAN The dragon picked up his stone with one hand,and squeezed it till it fell into powder, but no butter-
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milk flowed from it. Of course I cant! he said, halfangrily. Well, if you cant, I can, answered Stan, and he STAN BOLOVAN 117 pressed the cheese till buttermilk flowed through hisfingers. When the dragon saw that, he thought it was time homade the best of his way home again, but Stan stood inhis path. 4 We have still some accounts to settle, said he, about what you have been doing here, and the poordragon was too frightened to stir, lest Stan should slayhim at one breath and bury him among the flowers in themountain pastures. Listen to me, he said at last. I see you are a veryuseful person, and my mother has need of a fellow likeyou. Suppose you enter her service for three days,which are as long as one of your years, and she will payyou each day seven sacks full of ducats. Three times seven sacks full of ducats! The offerwas very tempting, and Stan could not resist it. He didnot waste words, but nodded to the dragon, and theystarted along the road. It was a long, long way, but when th

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