moment its master
made his appearance, it began to growl like anything.

They fastened it to a chain; for a whole year they kept it
chained up. But in spite of that, it never forgot how its master
had offended it. One day it got loose, flew straight at him, and
began trying to throttle him.

So they had to kill it.

In the next story a most detailed account is given of the manner in
which a Vampire sets to work, and also of the best means of ridding
the world of it.

THE SOLDIER AND THE VAMPIRE.[412]

A certain soldier was allowed to go home on furlough.
Well, he walked and walked, and after a time he began to draw
near to his native village. Not far off from that village lived a
miller in his mill. In old times the Soldier had been very
intimate with him: why shouldn't he go and see his friend? He
went. The Miller received him cordially, and at once brought
out liquor; and the two began drinking, and chattering about
their ways and doings. All this took place towards nightfall, and
the Soldier stopped so long at the Miller's that it grew quite
dark.

When he proposed to start for his village, his host exclaimed:

"Spend the night here, trooper! It's very late now, and perhaps
you might run into mischief."

"How so?"

"God is punishing us! A terrible warlock has died among
us, and by night he rises from his grave, wanders through the
village, and does such things as bring fear upon the very boldest!
How could even you help being afraid of him?"

"Not a bit of it! A soldier is a man who belongs to the
crown, and 'crown property cannot be drowned in water nor
burnt in fire.' I'll be off: I'm tremendously anxious to see my
people as soon as possible."

Off he set. His road lay in front of a graveyard. On one
of the graves he saw a great fire blazing. "What's that?"
thinks he. "Let's have a look." When he drew near, he saw
that the Warlock was sitting by the fire, sewing boots.

"Hail, brother!" calls out the Soldier.

The Warlock looked up and said:

"What have you come here for?"

"Why, I wanted to see what you're doing."

The Warlock threw his work aside and invited the Soldier to
a wedding.

"Come along, brother," says he, "let's enjoy ourselves.
There's a wedding going on in the village."

"Come along!" says the Soldier.

They came to where the wedding was; there they were
given drink, and treated wit