From a venerable Indo-Germanic source comes the widely circulated story of "Silverwhite and Lillwacker," the faithful brothers (Hyltén-Cavallius and Stephens, Svenska Folkasagor och Aefventyr, Stockholm, 1848, p. 58. From Vermland).
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STOMPE PILT
Not far from Baalsberg, near Filkestad in the Willandsharad, there is a hill in which a giant named Stompe Pilt once used to live.
It happened one day that a goat-herd was driving his flock up the hill in which Stompe Pilt dwelt.
"Who is there?" cried the giant, and rushed out of his hill with a hunk of flint-rock in his fist.
"I am, if that's what you want to know!" shouted the shepherd-lad and continued driving his goats up the hill.
"If you come here, I will squash you as I squash this stone!" cried the giant and he crushed it into fine sand between his fingers.
"And I will squash you till the water runs out, just as I squash this stone!" answered the shepherd-lad, drawing a fresh cheese from his pocket, and pressing it hard, so that the water ran from his fingers.