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that we should divide our hard-earned bread with the poor
animal.
"Make haste! make haste, Ivar !" cried the impatient wagon-
master. "I have already waited nearly a half hour for you,"
with these words, he nodded farewell, and departed.
As soon as Ivar had taken leave of his parents, he mounted
the cart, and at the edge of the forest overtook the wagon-master,
who requested him to let him ride also. But Ivar refused his
prayer.
"Thank you, that will not do, I must spare my poor pony.
But at any rate I do not want to be better off than you are,"
said he, sprining from the cart, and walking beside it, at a slow
pace, until they arrived in the neighbourhood of a tavern, where
the noise of a carriage, which could be heard af a short distance,
incited them to greater speed.
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