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There below something was moving; now he saw quite plainly, far down Maggerli was hanging to the bough of a tree which grew out of the rock, and was moaning pitifully; she must have fallen over. Fortunately the bough had caught her, otherwise she would have fallen into the ravine and met a sorry death.
But on the other hand was the little, affectionate Maggerli, that was going to be killed in a horrible way with a knife, and he could prevent it if he kept silent. Even now the little kid was lying so trustfully beside him, as if, she knew that he would always keep it; no, he could not let this happen, he must try to save it. "Yes, I will, Jorgli," he said, but without any enthusiasm.
Maggerli was standing in front of its protector under the projecting rock and gently rubbed its little head against his knee; then it looked up at him in surprise, because Moni did not say a word, and it was not accustomed to that.
If Maggerli should fall down over a steep precipice again, and he wanted to get it, the dear Lord would no longer protect him, and he no longer dared to pray to Him about it and call upon Him, and so had no more safety; and if then he should slip and fall down with Maggerli deep over the jagged, rocks, and both of them should lie all torn and maimed!
"You needn't think I would do any such thing to the little kid!" said Moni quite angrily and drew Maggerli to him and held her fast, as if to protect her from any such treatment. "You really won't have to take care of that one much longer," began Jorgli again. "It won't come up here many times more." "What? What? What did you say, Jorgli?" demanded Moni. "Bah, don't you know about it?
He didn't let the little kid leave him the whole day; he pulled up the best plants for it and fed it, and said over and over again: "Maggerli, you dear Maggerli, you do not have to die. You are now mine and will come up to the pasture with me as long as we live."
Then Moni seized the little kid, that was jumping about him, took it in his arms and said tenderly: "Oh, Maggerli, you poor Maggerli! I have certainly done what I could, but it is wrong, and that must not be done. Oh, if only you didn't have to die! I can't bear it!"
Then Moni gained confidence and began to relate the whole story, and told her every word of his struggle about Maggerli and how he had lost all happiness and dared no longer look up to the dear Lord, and how to-day he couldn't bear it any longer.
He saw very well that it would not be an easy task to climb up there and then down again with Maggerli on his back, but there was no other way to rescue her. He also thought the dear Lord would surely stand by him, and then he could not possibly fail. He folded his hands, looked up to heaven and prayed: "Oh, dear Lord, help me, so that I can save Maggerli!"
Maggerli did not look as if it would rather stay there, but pressed close to Moni and felt that it was under the best protection, for Moni had for a long time treated it better and more kindly than its own mother.
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