did  life is for t for

    sucter t we , or

    t some  had fallen upon us and slain us.

    truly, anstle

    is given to otice  the world, nor is

    t save of sorrow.

    But as to eacrange

    t and beautiful

    star.  It slipped doher

    stars in its course, and, as tc  seemed

    to to sink berees t stood hard by a

    little sones-throw away.

    , they cried,

    and t to and ran, so eager he gold.

    And one of ter te, and outstripped him, and

    forced  on ther side,

    and lo! te snow.

    So ened to, and stooping down placed his hands upon

    it, and it issue, curiously wrough

    stars, and o his comrade

    t reasure t he sky, and

    he snow, and

    loosened t t divide the pieces

    of gold.  But, alas! no gold , nor silver, nor, indeed,

    treasure of any kind, but only a little child who was asleep.

    And one of to tter ending to our

    une, for  to

    a man?  Let us leave it  we are

    poor men, and  give

    to another.

    But  it o

    leave to perishough I am as poor

    as t, and o feed, and but little in the

    pot, yet  h me, and my wife shall have care

    of it.

    So very tenderly ook up the cloak around

    it to s from the hill

    to t his foolishness and

    softness of .

    And o hou

    t is meet t we

    should share.

    But her mine nor

    t t to

    his own house and knocked.

    And w h