“Farewell!” said Little Claus ; and he went off with his money and the big chest , in which the clerk was still sitting. On the other side of the wood was a great deep river. The water rushed along so rapidly that one could scarcely swim against the stream. A fine new bridge had been built over it. Little Claus stopped on the centre of the bridge, and said quite loud , so that the clerk could hear it , “Ho, what shall I do with this stupid chest? It's as heavy as if stones were in it...

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