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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
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