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 96 furious dogs, she put out her leg, and teasing them, cried,—

"Na goga, noga! Na goga, noga!" (There is my leg, seize it.)

The peasant at once recognised in her the terrible Plague itself. He softly approached the ladder, and pushed it off the rick with all his might. The Plague fell to the ground and the dogs seized her. She threatened the peasant with vengeance, and then suddenly disappeared.

The peasant did not die of the plague, but he was never well afterwards; and he would often involuntarily lift up his leg and repeat the cry,—

"Na goga noga! Na goga noga!"

These were the only words he could utter.