“The phantom had only advanced a little way from the wood, and was beginning to wave his long arms, when Tiger, without the least hesitation, sprang upon him, howling with rage. The ghost showed no fight at all, but at once turned and fled. In running, he got his feet entangled in the sheets which he was wrapped up in, and fell to the ground. Tiger was upon him in an instant, and the ghost cried for mercy.
“Pierre and some other peasants came to the rescue, when they found that they had been so frightened only by one of themselves—a drunken, idle fellow, who, rather than work, played this trick. And why? Well, partly for fun, no doubt, but also in order to steal his neighbours’ fowls and vegetables; for he thought that no one would venture to come out at night to interfere with the ghost.
“The fame of Tiger’s exploit was so great, that he was soon afterwards purchased at a high price by the owner of some flocks of sheep, which pastured in the mountains; and who said very reasonably:—‘The dog who dare attack a ghost will never be afraid of wolves.’”
When I go walking along, long, long,
I always keep singing a song, song, song.
It shortens the way,
By night or by day,
If you keep singing a song, song, song.
