THE TRAIL OF A SOURDOUGH
sparkling as that of her own bright mountain stream near home.
When she had fully recovered, she again advanced toward the spring. Not until she stood above its waters and peered into their shallow depths did the old and oddly unpleasant experience repeat itself. Exactly as before it happened now; but the girl, always a determined and resolute creature, secured the water as she had intended, and retreated to her hillock where she again seated herself before tasting the liquid.
A second time the trembling left her, not so quickly as before, perhaps, yet still in a very few moments she was again herself.
Gingerly she sipped the water. It tasted clean, sweet, and deliciously cool. Again she cautiously sipped. Still no evil effects from the draught. Thus encouraged, she drained the cup, laughing aloud as she did so.
"Ha, ha! old water witch of the mountains I I am neither afraid of you nor your twin brother, the wind wizard. I am light, love and happiness, and you cannot harm
me."
Saying this she began braiding her long
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