The fables of Æsop, selected, told anew and their history traced . old labourer, bent double with ageand toil, was gathering sticks in aforest. At last he grew so tiredand hopeless that he threw downthe bundle of sticks, and cried out : I cannotbear this life any longer. Ah, I wish Deathwould only come and take me ! As he spoke, Death, a grisly skeleton, ^SOPS FABLES 165 appeared and said to him : <c What wouldstthou, Mortal ? I heard thee call me. cc Please, sir, replied the woodcutter, would you kindly help me to lift this faggotof sticks on to my shoulder ? (Lule tooulti often in tforry
The fables of Æsop, selected, told anew and their history traced . old labourer, bent double with ageand toil, was gathering sticks in aforest. At last he grew so tiredand hopeless that he threw downthe bundle of sticks, and cried out : I cannotbear this life any longer. Ah, I wish Deathwould only come and take me ! As he spoke, Death, a grisly skeleton, ^SOPS FABLES 165 appeared and said to him : <c What wouldstthou, Mortal ? I heard thee call me. cc Please, sir, replied the woodcutter, would you kindly help me to lift this faggotof sticks on to my shoulder ? (Lule tooulti often in tforry if our toigrtjcg toere QTcatificti.
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