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The giant, after he had dragged the heavy burden part of the way,

could go no further, and cried: 'Hark you, I shall have to let

the tree fall!' The tailor sprang nimbly down, seized the tree

with both arms as if he had been carrying it, and said to the

giant: 'You are such a great fellow, and yet cannot even carry

the tree!'

They went on together, and as they passed a cherry-tree, the

giant laid hold of the top of the tree where the ripest fruit was

hanging, bent it down, gave it into the tailor's hand, and bade

him eat. But the little tailor was much too weak to hold the

tree, and when the giant let it go, it sprang back again, and the

tailor was tossed into the air with it. When he had fallen down

again without injury, the giant said: 'What is this? Have you not

strength enough to hold the weak twig?' 'There is no lack of

strength,' answered the little tailor. 'Do you think that could

be anything to a man who has struck down seven at one blow? I

leapt over the tree because the huntsmen are shooting down there

in the thicket. Jump as I did, if you can do it.' The giant made

the attempt but he could not get over the tree, and remained

hanging in the branches, so that in this also the tailor kept the

upper hand.