sentry-go, and to be given thirty blows with the cat, so that he should not dare to claim kinship.
This offended the soldier, so he put on undress uniform and decamped.
In some time, maybe long, maybe short, he found himself in a wood so wild, so dreamy, that he could not get out of it anywhere, and he began killing time and feeding on berries and roots.
Just about this time the Tsar was setting out, and made a mighty hunt with a splendid suite. They galloped into the open fields, let loose the hounds, and sounded trumpets, and began to press in. Suddenly from somewhere or other a beautiful stag leapt out straight in front of the Tsar, dived into the river, and swam across to the other side right into the wood. The Tsar followed after him, swam over the river, leapt and leapt and looked; but the stag had vanished from view, and he had left the hunters far behind, and all around him was the thick dark forest. Where should he go? He did not know: he could not see a single path. So until the fall of the evening he ambled about and tired himself out.
On his way the runaway soldier met him. "Hail, good man, where are you going?"
"Oh, I was out on a hunt and I lost my way in the wood; will you lead me to the right path, brother?"
"Who are you?"
"A servant of the Tsar."
"Well, it is dark now; we had better take shelter somewhere in the thickets, and to-morrow I will show you the way."
So they went to look where they might pass the night, went on and on, and they saw a little hut. "Oho! God has sent us a bed for the night; let us go there," said the soldier. So they went into the little hut.
There an old woman sat. "Hail, bábushka!"
