wanted a breeze to turn their wind mills, the
Giant would set all the sails a-going with the
mere natural respiration of his lungs. When
the sun was too hot, he often sat himself down,
and let his shadow fall over the kingdom, from
one frontier to the other; and as for matters in
general, he was wise enough to let them alone,
and leave the Pygmies to manage their own
affairs which, after all, is about the best thing
that great people can do for little ones.

In short, as I said before, Antaeus loved the
Pygmies, and the Pygmies loved Antaeus. The
Giant's life being as long, as his body was large,
while the lifetime of a Pygmy was but a span,
this friendly intercourse had been going on for
innumerable generations and ages. It was
written about in the P)gmy histories, and
talked about in their ancient traditions. The
most venerable and white-bearded Pygmy had
never heard of a time, even in his greatest of
grandfather's days, when the Giant was noi
their enormous friend. Once, to be sure, (as
was recorded on an obelisk, three feet high,
erected on the place of the catastrophe,) Antaeus
gat down upon about five thousand Pygmies,

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