"Poh, poh!" grumbled Antaeus, only half
awake. "None of your nonsense, my little fel-
low! Don't you see I'm sleepy. There is not
a Giant on earth for whom I would take the
trouble to get up."

But the Pygmy looked again, and now per-
ceived that the stranger was coming directly
towards the prostrate form of Antseus. With
every step, he looked less like a blue mountain,
and more like an immensely large man. He
was soon so nigh, that there could be no possi-
ble mistake about the matter. There he was,
with the sun flaming on his golden helmet, and
flashing from his polished breastplate; he had a
sword by his side, and a lion's skin over his
back, and on his right shoulder he carried a club,
which looked bulkier and heavier than the pine-
tree walking stick of Anta3us.

By this time, the whole nation of Pygmies
had seen the new wonder, and a million of them
sst up a shout, all together; so that it really
made quite an audible squeak.

"Get up, Antaeus! Bestir yourself, you lazy
old Giant! Here comes another Giant, as
strong as you are, to fight with you."

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