Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 398
andcare.The wealth that might have conjured up all good thingshis beckWas just a golden millstone that hung around his neck.He never had one moments peace, his treasure out of sight,Though he buried it for safety in a different place each night;Each night the thought of robbers made him close his… … He had not long been seeking before hechanced to see A thing he d never seen before — a curiouskind of tree: The stem was smooth and straight, and onthe top there grew a sort Of dome or hat—let s call it an umbrella-tree for short. The very place ! exclaimed the elf, Sostrange a tree, t is clear,…
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