The Tribe give Him a new cake for His trouble, if He 

 of the would go and split her a little wood for the 

 oven. Christ did as she wanted, and the old 

 wife put aside a small bit of dough for the 

 promised cake. When the batch was drawn 

 from the oven, however, she saw to her surprise 

 and chagrin that the wee bit cake was equally 

 large with the rest. So again she broke off a 

 small bit of dough ; but again the same thing 

 happened. Hereupon she broke out with, 

 'That's avast oure-muckle cake for the likes 

 o' you ; thee's get thy cake anither time.' At 

 this injustice Christ was angered, so He said 

 to the old crone, 'I split your wood as you 

 asked me, and you would not give me the little 

 cake you promised. Now you in turn shall 

 go and cleave wood, and that, too, as long as 

 the world shall last!' And with that Our 

 Lord turned her into a vipa (a weep). ' So 

 the weep fares betwixt heaven and earth as 

 long as the world lasts; and fare where she 

 will she says no other words than Klyfved! 

 Klyfved!' (i.e., Cleave wood ! Cleave wood !). 

 The other Danish plover -tale given by 

 Thiel is one of the familiar Crucifixion legends. 

 While Christ still hung upon the Cross, three 

 birds came flying towards Calvary, the Styrk- 

 ham (the Stork), the Svalham (the Swallow), 

 and the Pun-ham (Pee-weet). As they flew 



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