very easy, I should imagine, to dig out all those
deep-rooted fangs from the dead dragon's jaws.
But Cadmus toiled and tugged, and after pound-
ing the monstrous head almost to pieces with a
great stone, he at last collected as many teeth as
might have filled a bushel or two. The next
thing was to plant them. This, likewise, was a
tedious piece of work, especially as Cadmus was
already exhausted with killing the dragon and
knocking his head to pieces, and had nothing to
dig the earth with, that I know of, unless it were
his sword blade. Finally, however, a sufficiently
large tract of ground was turned up, and sown
with this new kind of seed; although half of the
dragon's teeth still remained to be planted some
other day.

Cadmus, quite out of breath, stood leaning
upon his sword, and wondering what was to
happen next. He had waited but a few mo-
ments, when he began to see a sight, which was
as great a marvel as the most marvellous thing
I ever told you about.

The sun was shining slantwise over the field,
and showed all the moist, dark soil just like any
other newly-planted piece of ground. All af

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