The giant soon afterwards came home.

“Where can my wife be?” said he.  “No doubt she has lain down to sleep a bit.  Ah!  I thought so.”

The old woman, however, slept a long while, and the giant could not wake her, though he was now expecting his friends to arrive.

“Wake up, mother,” cried he, but no one replied.  He called again, but there was no response.  He got angry, and, going to the bed, he gave the fur cloak a good shake.  Then he found that it was not his wife, but only a bundle of straw put in her clothes.  At this the giant grew alarmed, and he ran off to look after his golden harp.  He found his keys gone, the twelve locks undone, and the harp missing.  He went to the oven and opened the door to see how the meat for the feast was going on.  Behold! there sat his wife, baked, and grinning at him.

Then the giant was almost mad with grief and rage, and he rushed out to seek the lad who had done him all this mischief.  He came down to the edge of the water and found him sitting in his boat, playing on the harp.  The music came over the water, and the gold strings shone wonderfully in the sunshine.  The giant jumped into the water after the boy; but finding that it was too deep, he laid himself down, and began to drink the water in order to make the lake shallower.  He drank with all his might, and by this means set up a current which drew the boat nearer and nearer to the shore.  Just when he was going to lay hold of it he burst, for he had drunk too much; and there was an end of him.

The giant lay dead on the shore, and the boy moved away across the lake, full of joy and happiness.  When he came to land, he combed his golden hair, put on fine clothes, fastened the giant’s gold sword by his side, and, taking the gold harp in one hand and the gold lantern in the other, he led the gold fowl after him, and went to the king, who was sitting in the great hall of the palace surrounded by his courtiers.  When the king saw the boy he was heartily glad.  The lad went to the king’s beautiful daughter, saluted her courteously, and laid the giant’s treasures before her.  Then there was great joy in the palace, that the princess had after all got the giant’s treasures and so bold and handsome a bridegroom.  The wedding was celebrated soon after with very much splendour and rejoicing; and when the king died the lad succeeded him, ruling over all the land both long and happily.

I know no more respecting them.

TALES OF CATS.

The house of Katholm (Cat-isle) near Grenaac, in Jutland, got its name from the following circumstance.

There was a man in Jutland who had made a good deal of money by improper means.  When he died he left his property equally among his three sons.  The youngest, when he got his share, thought to himself—­