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 the ground for the burning heat. The youth felt that he could go not a step further, when he saw on the ground a little puddle of water. "Little sister!" said he, "I will not go a step further till I have drunk this water."

"Nay, dear brother!" replied the girl, "who can tell whether it be really water or filth? If we have held up so long, surely we can hold up a little longer. Water we are bound to find soon."

"I tell thee," replied her brother, "that I'll not go another step further till I have drunk up this puddle, though I die for it,"—and with that he knelt down, sucked up every drop of the dirty water, and instantly became a stag.

The little sister wept bitterly at this mischance; but there was nothing for it but to go on as they were. They went on and on, up hill and down dale, right across the sandy waste till they came to a full spring beneath a large tree, and there they sat them down and rested. "Hearken now, little sister!" said the stag, "thou must mount up into that tree, while I go to see if I can find something to eat." So the girl climbed up into the tree, and the stag went about his business, ran up hill and down dale, caught a hare, brought it back, and he and his sister ate it together, and so they lived from day to day and from week to week.