When they had traveled a bit on the way they came to a large lake; there Ashiepattle’s horse took fright and shied over to the other side of the road, and upset the spoon, so that the doll in the grass fell into the water. Ashiepattle became very sad, for he did not know how he should get her out again; but after a while a merman brought her up. But now she had become just as big as any other grown-up being and was much more beautiful than she was before. So he placed her in front of him on the horse and rode home. When Ashiepattle got there all his brothers had also returned, each with a sweetheart; but they were so ugly and ill-favored and bad-tempered that they had come to blows with their sweethearts on their way home. On their heads they had hats which were painted with tar and soot, and this had run from their hats down their faces, so that they were still uglier and more ill-favored to behold. When the brothers saw Ashiepattle’s sweetheart they all became envious of him, but the king was so pleased with Ashiepattle and his sweetheart that he drove all the others away, and so Ashiepattle was married to the doll in the grass; and afterward they lived happy and comfortable for a long, long while; and if they are not dead, they must be still alive. THE BEAR AND THE FOX By P. C. Asbjörnsen Once upon a time there was a bear, who sat on a sunny hillside taking a nap. Just then a fox came slinking by and saw him. “Aha! have I caught you napping, grandfather? See if I don’t play you a trick this time!” said Reynard to himself. He then found three wood mice and laid them on a stump of a tree just under the bear’s nose. “Boo! Bruin! Peter the hunter is just behind that stump!” shouted the fox right into the bear’s ear, and then took to his heels and made off into the wood. The bear woke at once, and when he saw the three mice he became so angry that he lifted his paw and was just going to strike them, for he thought it was they who had shouted in his ear. But just then he saw Reynard’s tail between the bushes and he set off at such a speed that the branches crackled under him, and Bruin was soon so close upon Reynard that he caught him by the right hind leg just as be was running into a hole under a pine tree. Reynard was now in a fix; but he was not to be outwitted, and he cried: “Slip pine root, grip fox foot,” and so the bear let go his hold; but the fox laughed far down in the hole and said: “I sold you that time, also, grandfather!” “Out of sight is not out of mind!” said the bear, who was in a fine fury. The other morning, when Bruin came trudging across the moor with a fat pig, Master Reynard was lying on a stone by the moorside. “Good-day, grandfather!” said the fox. “What nice thing have you got there?” “Pork,” said the bear. “I have got something tasty as well,” said the fox. “What’s that?” said the bear. “It’s the biggest bees’ nest I ever found,” said Reynard.