51 Tales translated to English by Lucy Crane & Illustrated by Walter Crane

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" Silver and gold do not tempt me; I will not gainsay fortune, who has better things in store for me."
So he went on, and when he had journeyed for three days, he came to a wood still greater than the former ones, so that there was no end to it; and in it he found nothing to eat or to drink, so that he was nearly starving. He got up into a high tree, so as to see how far the wood reached, but as far as his eyes could see, there was nothing but the tops of the trees. And as he got down from the tree, hunger pressed him sore, and he thought,
u Oh that for once I could have a good meal!"
And when he reached the ground he saw to his surprise a table beneath the tree richly spread with food, and that smoked before him.
" This time at least," said he, " I have my wish," and with­out stopping to ask who had brought the meal there, and who had cooked it, he came close to the table and ate with relish, until his hunger was appeased. When he had finished, he thought,
" It would be a pity to leave such a good table-cloth behind in the wood," so he folded it up neatly and pocketed it. Then he walked on, and in the evening, when hunger again seized him, he thought he would put the table-cloth to the proof, and he brought it out and said,
" Now I desire that thou shouldst be spread with a good meal," and no sooner were the words out of his mouth, than there stood on it as many dishes of delicious food as there was room for.
" Now that I see," said he, " what sort of a cook thou art,
I hold thee dearer than the mountains of silver and of gold,"
for he perceived that it was a wishing-cloth. Still he was not
satisfied to settle down at home with only a wishing-cloth, so
i he determined to wander farther through the world and seek
i his fortune. One evening, in a lonely wood, he came upon a
begrimed charcoal-burner at his furnace, who had put some
' potatoes to roast for his supper.
" Good evening, my black fellow," said he, " how do you get on in this lonely spot ? "
"One day is like another," answered the charcoal-burner;