“The master immediately tied up the sack tightly, seized it by the middle, and dragged it down the pulpit-steps, and when- ever the heads of the two fools bumped against the steps, he cried, " We are going over the mountains," Then he drew them through the village in the same way, and when they were passing through puddles, he cried, "Now we are going through wet clouds," and when at last he was dragging them up the steps of the castle,…”

— Grimm's Household Tales: With the Author's Notes, Tale 192 · served from our shelf uncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan