THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
. A
blue bird rose screaming from its nest and circled over the dunes,
and tted birds rustled the coarse grey grass and
o eache sound of
a ting t her
o o his
ear.
to-nig come to top of tain, she
here.
tarted and looked at her, and she showed her
eet? he
asked.
It matters not, so-nigand under
t for my coming. If a black
dog run torike it will
go ao t no answer. he
moon is full I sogether on
the grass.
But to me to tell me how I may send my soul from
me? ion.
S into t, and through her red hair rippled
t I s, she made answer.
t t of tche young Fisherman, and
I o-nigop of tain.
I t asked of me either gold or silver.
But suc , for it is but a little
to his head low, and
ran back to to joy.
And tcc, and when he had passed from
sered aken a mirror from a
box of carved cedar up on a frame, and burned
vervain on lig, and peered the coils
of ter a time she clenched her hands in anger.
tered, I am as fair as she is.
And t evening, whe young Fisherman
climbed up to top of tain, and stood under the branches
of targe of polisal the round sea lay
at , and ts moved in the
little bay. A great oo
no ansowards
ruck it
away whining.
At midnigcs.
P upon there is some one
! and t, and c