Again he thought he would spend the winter in hunting, and plunged into the thick forest where the bear and buffalo made their haunts. But in vain he bent his bow and set his trap. They all eluded his vigilance. Then in a dream was suggested to him the hunter’s charm. He used it, and there came flocking to him from all the country every animal of the forest, so near that he could touch them, and so tame that he could sleep in the midst of them unharmed. Then he built him a hut to dry his venison, and though he had enough, he was still surrounded. Every four-footed and creeping thing infested his dwelling till he was obliged to flee. Again he returned hence and related his marvellous adventures, which now none believed, yet he was not satisfied. His thirst for fame was insatiable, and his egotism inexhaustible. Absenting himself another long period, he returned with still greater beasts. He crossed a stream of a rich golden hue, and being thirsty drank of its waters, and was astonished at the delicious flavor. On tracing it, he found it to issue from a mandrake which was an inexhaustible fountain, and sent forth its juices to refresh the wayfarer, lest he faint in the wilderness. Pursuing his way he saw a duck sailing upon a dimpling pool, and bent his bow for its destruction; the arrow passed through the duck, and glancing upon the waters, pierced a deer that was slaking her thirst at the fountain; not having spent its force, the arrow glided on and entered a tree, making an opening from which issued a stream of richest honey. Here he rested and enjoyed a feast. Again when sitting beneath a spreading walnut-tree, he saw a nut rolling over and over upon the ground; on striking it with his tomahawk, a seam was made in the shell, through which came forth a bear; and then another and another, till six monsters of the forest were reclining around him, whose home was the walnut-shell! The bears in the walnut-shell remind us of the fairies in a hazel-nut shell, as sung by Drayton, our old English poet, in the “Court of Fairy.” In fear of falling into the hands of a hobgoblin the fairies, “Hop, and Mop, and Drop, so clear, Pip, and Trip, and Skip, that were To Mab, their sovereign dear, Her special maids of honor; Fib, and Tib, and Prick, and Pin, Tick, and Quick, and Jill, and Jin, Sit, and Nit, and Wap, and Win, The train that wait upon her. “Upon a Grasshopper they got, And what with awhile and with trot, For hedge nor ditch they spared not; But after her they hie them. A Cob-web over them they throw To shield the wind if it should blow, Themselves they wisely could bestow, Lest any should espy them.