Thereupon, he seized the beast by his fettered legs, pulled them over his shoulders, and with a violent jerk freed the animal from its uncomfortable position and carried it down into the valley likewise.

There he untied its legs, helped it on to its hoofs again, and, turning with a smile to Henrietta, said: "A fine horse that; it would have been a shame to have let it come to grief!" "And you were able to carry it on your shoulders ?" gasped Henrietta.
"That isn't very much.

It scarce weighs more than four hundredweight.
The bear not long ago weighed five, and I had to beat it to death before I could take it home.

Surely your ladyship knows that I am the strong Juon--Juon Tare ?" And the goatherd said this with as much self-evident pride, as if everyone in the wide world had heard that strong Juon dwelt among these forests.

Henrietta's look of surprise apprised him, however, that she, at least, had never heard of him.
"You do not know then, Domna, who I am?
Yet I know who you are.