The Boy Who Fought With The Giant

Once upon a time there was a "boy" who walked along the banks of the goats. At what he wavered around in the forest, he came to the giant's cabin; when tussen, who lived inside, hearing groans and cries in his neighborhood, he came out to see what was on the way. As now the giant was large in stature and cruel appearance, the boy was frightened, and got away as fast as he could.
The evening, when the herdboy drove his goats from the pasture, was his mother busy making cheese. The boy took a piece of the fresh one the cheese, rolled it in ash-mortar and then hid it in its skin-frax (bag). The next morning he left, as was his custom, and returned to the giant's cabin. When now the journey heard the grunts of the wall-boy and his bucks, he became angry, went out and grabbed a large gray stone, and hugged it in his hand, so that the stone chips flew a long way. The giant said: »if you ever comes here more and mischief, I want to crush you so small, like I now hug this stone.» However, the boy did not let himself be intimidated, but pretended also take a stone; but instead took the cheese that had been rolled in it ashes, and kneaded it, so that the whey ran between his fingers and dripped onto the ground. The boy melted: "if you don't give up and leave me alone, I want to hug you like I now hug water out of this rock.” When now Tussen realized that the herd boy was so strong, he was afraid and went into his room. Thus the herd boy and the giant were separated from each other for that time.
On the third day they met again in the forest. The boy asked if they were new would try strength with each other; the traveler agreed to this. The boy said: "Father! I think it's a good strength test if one of us can throw your ax so high that she doesn't fall down again." The giant agreed to sow where. They were now going to try and the giant threw first. He swung a lot hard, so that the ax flew high into the sky; but however he might invite, the ax always fell back down. Then the boy said: "Father! I did not believe you strength was so meager. Bida, and J will see a better throw.» The boy then swung the arm, as to throw very hard; but sound at the same time the ax quite deftly slipped into the skin-frax, which was hanging on the back. The giant noticed nothing, but waited a long time for the ax to come fall to the ground; but no ax was heard. Now he thought to himself, that the boy must be very strong, even though he was small and thin Plant. Then they separated from each other and went their separate ways.
After some time had passed, the giant and the shepherd boy met again. The journey asked if the boy, who was so strong, wanted to give himself up in his service. The herd boy agreed to this, left his goats in the forest, and walked with the giant. Thus they came to the abode of the giant.
It is told that the giant and the wall-boy were going to the forest and fell an oak tree. When they arrived, the giant asked if the boy wanted to hold or not chop. "I want to hold," said the boy; but also apologized that he not enough top. Then the giant took hold of the tree and bent it to the ground; but when the boy would hold fast, the oak sprang back and threw him high up in the air, so that Tuss could hardly follow him with his eyes. The giant stood for a long time and wondered where his servant had gone, then seized to the ax and began to chop himself. After a while the boy came forward linked; for he had narrowly escaped. The giant asked, why he did not hold; but the peasant pretended as if it were nothing, but spurred back, if the traveler dared to make such a leap as he had just had done. The giant refused to this. Then the boy said: "Father! if you dare not do that, then you yourselves may both hold and chop.» With this the giant was satisfied and felled the great oak alone.
When the tree was to be brought home, the giant said to his servant: "Do you want to carry it?" at the top, I will bear at the root.» 'No Father!' replied the boy, 'carry J myself at the top, I can bear enough to carry at the big end.' The journey consented to this, and lifted the slender end of the oak upon his shoulder. But the boy, who was behind, called out that he should push the tree forward better. The giant did as he was told, and finally got the whole log in equal measure over their hearths; but the boy himself jumped up the tree and hid himself between the branches, so that the doe could not see him. The giant now began walk, and meant that the boy was carrying at the other end. When they had traveled for a while, it seemed to the giant a hard work and he groaned hard. "Aren't you tired yet?" the traveler asked his servant. 'No I am not,' retorted the boy, 'Father isn't tired of so little, is he?' The giant would not felt that it was so, but continued on his way. When they now arrived, where almost half dead from the journey. He then threw the tree on the ground; but the boy had before that jumped down, and pretended to carry the big end of the oak. "Aren't you tired yet?" spurred the giant. The boy retorted: 'oh! may not Father think I'll get tired of so little. The log didn't seem heavier to me, yet that I could gladly have worn it alone.'
The second morning the giant said: "When it is dawn, we will set out and threshing." 'No,' replied the boy, 'I think it is better to thresh at dawn, before we eat supper.' The journey was one with him in here, then went away and fetched two large sledgehammers, of which he took them himself one. When they were about to thresh, the boy could not lift his flail, as big and heavy as it was. He then grabbed a stick and pounded the golf ball as fast as the giant threshed. The giant noticed nothing, and they went on thus until dawn became light. Then the boy said: »now we want to go home and eat daily food.» 'Yes', said the giant, 'it seems to me that we have had a stifle paint bait.'
Some time after that, the giant set his farmhand to plow. He taught him at the same time: »when the dog comes, you must untie the oxen and stop them, where he goes before.» The boy promised to do as he was told. But when the oxen were loosed, the giant's dog crept under the foundations of one building, on which there was no door. The trip was hereby intended to rona, if his servant was strong enough, to alone lift up the house and place into the oxen into their stalls. The boy pondered both for a long time and well what now stood to do; finally he contrived, butchered the desert and threw theirs bodies through the window. When he now came home, the giant asked if he had received the oxen into the stable. "Yes," replies the servant, "well I got them in, after all." I changed them.”
Now the giant began to have suspicions, and discussed with the giant woman how they would bring the farmhand off. The lady said: "It is my advice that you take your club and kill him tonight, while he sleeps.» The giant thought this was good advice, and promised to do as she had said. But the boy was on the lookout, listening to their conversation. When night came he put a milk-kernel in the bed, and hid himself behind the door. At At midnight the journey rises, grabs its giant club, and strikes the milk curd, so that the floats splashed in his face. Then he left to his wife, laughed and said: »ha, ha, ha, I hit him so, that the brain splattered high up on the wall». Then the lady was happy, praised her man's boldness and meant that they could now sleep peacefully, since they did not further need to be afraid of the ill-paired farmhand.
But it was hardly daylight when the boy crawled out of his hiding place, left in, and greeted the giants. Now the tussen was greatly astonished and asked: »what? Aren't you dead yet? I thought I killed you with mine club." The boy answered: "I must believe, I felt last night as if I had one." flea bit me.»
In the evening, when the giant and his servant were to eat, the giant's wife had cooked porridge for supper. "That was good," said the boy, "now we will." fight who can eat the most, Father or I.» Tussen was immediately ready, and they began to eat everything that could be eaten. But the boy was ill-tempered; he had tied his skin-frax in front of his stomach and put a spoonful of porridge in his mouth, while he put two spoons in the leather bag. When now the giant had eaten seven He had his fill of a barrel of porridge, so that he panted hard and couldn't take any more; but the boy still continued as eagerly as before. Then the giant asked how realized that he, who was small in stature, could still consume so much. The boy retorted: »Father! I would like to teach you that. When I ate so much If I feel like it, I open up my stomach, and I can still eat just as much.» At these words he took a knife and cut open the bag, so that the porridge ran out. The giant thought this was a good invention and wanted to do the same. But during the trip, his knife stuck in his stomach, the blood started to flow, and that succeeded no better than that this became his bane.
When the giant was dead, the boy took all the goods that were in the cabin and set off the night is on its way. And so ends the tale of the ill-tempered shepherd boy and that stupid giant.