nesses of the distinguished officers, as small as
life.

In the above-described warfare, if a Pygmy
chanced to pluck out a crane's tail feather, it
proved a very great feather in his cap. Once or
twice, if you will believe me, a little man was
made chief ruler of the nation for no other
merit in the world than bringing home such a
feather.

But I have now said enough, to let you see
what a gallant little people these were, and how
happily they and their forefathers, for nobody
knows how many generations, had lived with the
immeasurable Giant Antreus. In the remaining
part of the story, I shall tell you of a far more
astonishing battle than any that was fought be-
tween the Pygmies and the cranes.

One day the mighty Antceus was lolling at
full length among his little friends. His pine
tree walking stick lay on the ground, close by his
side. His head was in one part of the kingdom,
and his feet extended across the boundaries of an-
other part; and he was taking whatever comfort
he could get, while the Pygmies scrambled over
him, and peeped into his cavernous mouth, and

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