The Greeks believed that man was made from an ash-tree, and the Norsemen probably derived it from the same source with them. In 1862 I published in The Continental Magazine (New York) a paper on the lore connected with the ash, in which effort was made to show that in early times in India the Banyan was specially worshipped, and that the descendants of men familiar with this cult had, after migrating to the Far West, transferred the worship and traditions of the banyan to the ash. It has been observed that the ash-tree sometimes--like the banyan--sends its shoots down to the ground, where they take root. The Algonkin Indians seem to have taken this belief of man's origin from the ash from the Norsemen, as a very large proportion of their myths correspond closely to those of the Edda. But, in brief, if the Greeks and Norsemen were of Aryan origin, and had ever had a language in common, they probably had common myths. The following is the remedy for the so-called Würmer, or worms, i.e., external sores. Before sunrise wolf's milk (Wolfsmilch, rukeskro tçud) is collected, mixed with salt, garlic, and water, put into a pot, and boiled down to a brew. With a part of this the afflicted spot is rubbed, the rest is thrown into a brook, with the words:-- "Kirmora jánen ándre tçud Andrál tçud, andré sir Andrál sir, andré páñi, Panensá kiyá dádeske, Kiyá Niváseske Pçándel tumen shelehá Eñávárdesh teñá!" "Worms go in the milk, From the milk into the garlic, From the garlic into the water, With the water to (your) father, To the Nivasi, He shall bind you with a rope, Ninety-nine (yards long)." A common cure of worms in swine among the Transylvanian tent-gypsies is to stand ere the sun rises before a çadcerli, or nettle, and while pouring on it the urine of the animal to be cured, repeat:-- "Láce, láce detehárá! Hin mánge máy bute trásha Kirmora hin [báleceske], Te me penáv, penáv tute! Káles hin yon, loles, párnes, Deisislá hin yon mulánes!" "Good, good morrow! I have much sorrow. Worms are in [my swine to-day] And I say, to you I say, Black are they or white or red By to-morrow be they dead!" The nettle has its own peculiar associations. According to the gypsies it grows chiefly in places where there is a subterranean passage to the dwellings of the Pçuvus, or Earth-fairies, therefore it is consecrated to them and called Kásta Pçuvasengré, Pcuvus-wood. Hence the gypsy children while gathering nettles for pigs sing:-- "Cádcerli ná pçábuvá! André ker me ná jiáv, Kiyá Pçuvus ná jiáv, Tráden, tráden kirmorá!" "Nettle, nettle do not burn, In your house no one shall go, No one to the Pcuvus goes, Drive, drive away the worms!"