d scrubbing-brushes, and a
little sand, and we shall soon see what his colour is."

So he scrubbed, and his servants scrubbed till they were all tired.
They made no difference in the colour of the Blackamoor; but the end of
it all was that the poor fellow caught cold and died.

The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

A Wolf, wrapping himself in the skin of a Sheep, by that means got
admission into a sheepfold, where he devoured several of the young
Lambs. The Shepherd, however, soon found him out and hung him up to a
tree, still in his assumed disguise.

Some other Shepherds, passing that way, thought it was a sheep hanging
and cried to their friend: "What, brother! is that the way you serve
Sheep in this part of the country?"

"No, friends," cried he, giving at the same time the carcass a swing
around, so that they might see what it was; "but it is the way to serve
Wolves, even though they be dressed in Sheep's clothing."

The Two Travellers

As two men were travelling through a wood, one of them took up an axe
which he saw lying upon the ground. "Look here," said he to his
companion, "I have found an axe."

"Don't say, 'I have found it,'" said the other, "but 'We have found
it.' As we are companions, we ought to share it between us." The
first would not agree to this idea, however.

They had not gone far when they heard the owner of the axe calling
after them in a great passion. "We are in for it!" cried he who had
the axe.

"Nay," answered the other, "say 'I'm in for it!'--not we. You would
not let me share the prize, and I am not going to share the danger."

The Fox in the Well

An unlucky Fox, having fallen into a well, was able, by dint of great
efforts, just to keep his head above water.

While he was struggling there and sticking his claws into the side of
the Well, a Wolf came and looked in. "What! my dear brother," cried
he, with affected concern, "can it really be you that I see down there?
How cold you must feel! How long have you been in the water? How came
you to fall in? I am so pained to see you. Do tell me all about it!"

"The end of a rope would be of more use to me than all your pity,"
answered the Fox.

"Just help me to get my foot on solid ground once more, and you shall
have the whole story."

The Hen and the Fox

A Fox, having crept into an outhouse, looked up and down for something
to eat, and at last espied a Hen sitting upon a perch so high that he
could