The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-22
TOO MUCH FOR THE TROLL.
A Norwegian Fairy Tale Strictly Up
to Date.
From the New York Recorder

FROM tine New Y rk Recorder.
Once upon a time mighty giant, called
Troll, dwelt In the heart of the ever
lasting hills, among the northernlhights of
Norway. Far as the eye could reach lay
the primeVal wilderness, and the Troll
only yentured forth to the light of day
once in every hundred years.
He belonged TO a simple, primitive
race, lacking the mother wit of modern
man, but surrounded by the choice st
treasu res of fell and ford
He was fed by the mountain and clothed
by the north wind and the mist. He was
strong as the thunderbolt, and had good
deal Of sense for Troll.
One day as the great century clock was
striking he made his way out of his noun
tain home and seating himself Oh a stone,
gazed about him.
Suddenly small boy came trudging up
the slope A staff was in his hand, and a
welI-filled scrip on his back. He was trill-
ing a song so blithe and gay that all nature
wondered and listened.
What brings you here, my midget"
asked the Troll, making his voice as soft
and pleasant as possible.
"I'm out searching for one that's more
than my MATCH replied the boy.
That's what I've been doing these
many hundred years." cried the Troll
But do you think I'm likely to find
himln
The boy dropped his staff and his
scrip and with arms akimbo faced the
Troll
HE stands before you now" said he,
cooly.
The Troll burst out in fit of laughter.
At first it was just loud enough to jar the
mountain bit. Then came peals like
thunder claps, that sent the boulders
crashing down the slopes. Finally he sat
dOnblad III holding hfu Enaao nd
ing till the tears ran in torrents from his
eyes and the earth shook as from an
| earthquake
"What kind of being are you2"
asked he at length, looking down on the
boy. 5.
Il belong to the race of modern man"
was the reply
tsNay-nay-nayl Can it be that man
still walks the earth2" cried the Troll.
THAT he does, - said the boy, seating
himself opposite the Troll. You'll
| soon have proof of 1t. But how if we
two were to join company as good COM
radesl'
The Troll agreed, aud so they set out
TO seek the haunts of man.
BY and by they reached the top Of a
tall mountain. The Troll paused and
| stared about him.
DO you see anythingl" asked the boy.
"No-nothing' was the reply.
That's because you're nearsiRhted, !"
said the boy opening his scrip and TAX
ing from it small tube, made of joints,
sliding one within the other
Drawing II out until IL was yard long
he held an end to one eye and peered over
the mountains.
1--WE been stretching my nose, he con-
tinued. The longer the nose is the
farther you can see"
what do you seer" asked the Troll
staring stupidity at him.
"Honder TO the east / see streak
slender as a thread. That is mans road !"
said the BOY, shutting up his spy-glass.
The Troll tugged in vain at his nose.
you must be more than my match in
sight, said he sorrowfully.
They now pushed forward 10 mans
road
"See, what road" cried the boy.
when they reached H. 'It's made OF iron.
But we have 20 travel faster cOmrade
II we'd get TO our journeys end before the
sun goes down
IAN rightl" cried the Troll, and sitting
down by the roadside, he too, opened his
scrip.
DO you see thesol" cried he, holding
up o pair Of seyeu.leaRue boots
THAT'S something Ike cried the boy.
"3ut ill prove myself more than your
match in speed. Wait till my horse
comes
just then o sbrll long-drawn sound
Wae beard lu the north
"ihai Z my horse peighing," said the
Boy we must De going