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Title: The violet fairy book
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill
Subjects: Folklore Fairy tales
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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heir hearts, they laydown on the ground. The stranger talked for a littleto the other men in a language Hans did not under-stand, and after listening for a short time he once morefell asleep. When lie awoke, neither wood nor fire was to be seen,and he did not know where he was. He rubbed his eyes,and began to recall the events of the night, thinking hemust have been dreaming; but for all that, he could notmake out how he came to be in this place. Suddenlv a loud noise struck on his ear, and he felt */ the earth tremble beneath his feet. Hans listened for amoment, then resolved to go towards the place where thesound came from, hoping he might come across somehuman being. He found himself at length at the mouthof a rocky cave in which a fire seemed burning. Heentered, and saw a huge forge, and a crowd of men infront of it, blowing bellows and wielding hammers, andto each anvil were seven men, and a set of more comicalsmiths could not be found if you searched all the world X/NDE1R.GHOVND
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THE UNDERGROUND WORKERS 221 through! Their heads were bigger than their littlebodies, and their hammers twice the size of themselves,but the strongest men on earth could not have handledtheir iron clubs more stoutly or given lustier blows. The little blacksmiths were clad in leather aprons,which covered them from their necks to their feet infront, and left their backs naked. On a high stoolagainst the wall sat the man with the pine wood staff,watching sharply the way the little fellows did theirwork, and near him stood a large can, from which everynow and then the workers would come and take a drink.The master no longer wore the white garments of the daybefore, but a black jerkin, held in its place by a leatherngirdle with huge clasps. From time to time he would give his workmen a signwith his staff, for it was useless to speak amid such anoise. If any of them had noticed that there was a strangerpresent they took no heed of him, but went on withwhat they were doing. After some hours

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