THE coach drove on through a thick forest, where it lighted up the way like a torch, and dazzled the eyes of some robbers, who could not bear to let it pass them unmolested.
鈥淚t is gold! it is gold!鈥� cried they, rushing forward, and seizing the horses. Then they struck the little jockeys, the coachman, and the footman dead, and pulled little Gerda out of the carriage.
鈥淪he is fat and pretty, and she has been fed with the kernels of nuts,鈥� said the old robber-woman, who had a long beard and eyebrows that hung over her eyes. 鈥淪he is as good as a little lamb; how nice she will taste!鈥� and as she said this, she drew forth a shining knife, that glittered horribly. 鈥淥h!鈥� screamed the old woman the same moment; for her own daughter, who held her back, had bitten her in the ear. She was a wild and naughty girl, and the mother called her an ugly thing, and had not time to kill Gerda.
