there came a soldier marching down the high road-one, two! one, two! he had his knapsack on his back and his sword at his side as he came home from the wars. on the road he met a witch, an ugly old witch, a witch whose lower lip dangled right down on her chest. "good evening, soldier," she said. "what a fine sword you've got there, and what a big knapsack. aren't you every inch a soldier! and now you shall have money, as much as you please." "that's very kind, you old witch," said the soldier. "see that big tree." the witch pointed to one near by them. "it's hollow to the roots. climb to the top of the trunk and you'll find a hole through which you can let yourself down deep under the tree. i'll tie a rope around your middle, so that when you call me i can pull you up again."