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392 clothes; and when the king's son had gone a bit he got hungry, and took out his scrip, and sat him down to eat his dinner by the wayside. Then out came a fox from a spruce clump and sat by him and looked on.



"Do, dear friend, give me a morsel of food," said the fox.

"I'll give you burnt horn, that I will," said the king's son. "I'm like to need food myself, for no one knows how far and how long I may have to travel."

"Oh! that's your game, is it!" said the fox, and back he went into the wood.