George Webbe Dasent

“ So the Troll caught hold of him at once, and took him off into the cave in the face of the rock.
"Now, daughter dear," said the Troll, "I've caught the fellow who stole the silver ducks and my bed-quilt with gold and silver patches; put him into the fattening coop, and when he's fat we'll kill him, and make a feast for our friends." ”

“ But Boots stuck out his tenpenny nail, and she cut at it.
"Nay, nay! he's as hard as iron still," said the Troll's daughter, when she got back to her father; "we can't take him yet."
After another eight days the same thing happened, and this time Boots stuck out his birchen pin.
"Well, he's a little better," she said, when she got back to the Troll; "but still hell be as hard as wood to chew."
But when another eight days were gone, the Troll told his daughter to go down and see if he wasn't fat now. ”

“ When he reached the other side he began to walk along the shore, and to sprinkle and strew the grain, and at last he coaxed the ducks into his kneading-trough, and rowed back as fast as ever he could. ”