The Japanese fairy book . What he saw froze the Blood in his Veins. How horrible ! he cried out. What awful den have Icome to in my travels ? May Buddha help me or I am it possible that that kind old woman is really the cannibalgoblin ? When she comes back she will show herself in hertrue character and eat me up at one mouthful ! With these words his strength came back to him and, L 146 Japanese Fairy Book. snatching up his hat and staff, he rushed out of the house asfast as his legs could carry him. Out into the night he ran,his one thought to get as far as he could from the gobl
The Japanese fairy book . What he saw froze the Blood in his Veins. How horrible ! he cried out. What awful den have Icome to in my travels ? May Buddha help me or I am it possible that that kind old woman is really the cannibalgoblin ? When she comes back she will show herself in hertrue character and eat me up at one mouthful ! With these words his strength came back to him and, L 146 Japanese Fairy Book. snatching up his hat and staff, he rushed out of the house asfast as his legs could carry him. Out into the night he ran,his one thought to get as far as he could from the goblins. After him Rushed the Dreadful Old Hag. haunt. He had not gone far when he heard steps behind himand a voice crying : Stop ! stop ! He ran on, redoubling his speed, pretending not to he ran he heard the steps behind him come nearer andnearer, and at last he recognised the old womans voice whichgrew louder and louder as she came nearer. The Goblin of Aclachigahara. 147 Stop! stop, you wicked man, why did you look into theforbidden room? The priest quite forgot how tired he was and his feet flew overthe ground faster than ever. Fear gave him strength, for heknew that if the goblin caught him he would soon be one olher victims. With all his heart he repeated the prayer toBuddha : Namu Amida Butsu, Namu Amida Butsu. And after him rushed the dreadful old hag, her hair flying inthe wind, and her face changing with rage into the demon thatshe was. In her hand she carried a large blood-stained knife,and she still shrieked after him, Stop ! stop ! At last, when the priest felt he could
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