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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Sure thing, Cap; know this yere kintry like a buk. 'Jaded horsemen from the west, at evening to the castle pressed. By gum, you put Beelzebub an' me through a blamed hard jolt of it so fur." "Beelzebub?" "Ye bet, ther muel; I reckon as how ye ain't gone an' fergot him, hev ye?" and the little man squirmed in the delight of his vivid recollection.
The miles flashed by like roods till Sveggum's bridge appeared. The storm-wind now was blowing, but there was the Troll. Whence came he now, none knew, but there he was, hopping on the keystone and singing of Norway's fate and Norway's luck, Of the hiding Troll and the riding Buk. Down the winding highway they came, curving inward as they swung around the corner.
The next morning the girl heard the noise of the waterwheel, and she opened the lattice and looked out of the window. 'Good morning, O daughter of Buk Ettemsuch! said the new ox. 'Your father is feeding you up till you are nice and fat, and then he will put you on a spit and cook you. And the maiden answered: 'My father is feeding me up till I am nice and fat, but he does not mean to eat me.
A table was quickly prepared, and the prince had already taken his place, when he suddenly exclaimed, 'After all, Buk Ettemsuch, suppose you come to supper with me? 'Where? asked the ogre. 'In my house. I know it is all ready. 'But it is so far off why not stay here? 'Oh, I will come another day; but this evening I must be your host.
He struck the White Steed with the loose end of the rope. The Buk gave three great snorts and three great bounds, then faster went, and as they passed by Dyrskaur, where the Giant sits on the edge, his head was muffled in scud, which means that a storm is coming. The Storbuk knew it.
And yet all this was before the White Ren had reached the years of his full strength and speed. Once that day Rol essayed to drive the Storbuk. They set off at a good pace, the White Buk ready, responsive to the single rein, and his mild eyes veiled by his drooping lashes. But, without any reason other than the habit of brutality, Rol struck him. In a moment there was a change.
But now he will never say it, and he will have to go on marrying fresh ones. And the prince, from his hiding-place, heard her words, and he jumped up and ran to her and said, 'By the head of Buk Ettemsuch, speak to me. So she spoke to him, and they lived happily to the end of their days, because the girl kept the promise she had made to the ogre. Laughing Eye and Weeping Eye, or the Limping Fox
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