When she went into the stables , she suddenly saw the heavy pack-saddle of the speckled mare just over her head , and she jumped and said to herself : ` Suppose that pack-saddle were to fall and kill me , how dreadful it would be ! ' and she sat down just under the pack-saddle she was so much afraid of , and began to cry . Now the others out on the moor grew hungrier and hungrier . ` What can have become of her ? ' asked they , and at length the mother declared that she would wait no longer , and must go and see what had happened . As the bride was nowhere in the kitchen or the dairy , the old woman went into the stable , where she found her daughter weeping bitterly . ` What is the matter , my dove ? ' and the girl answered , between her sobs : ` When I came in and saw the pack-saddle over my head , I thought how dreadful it would be if it fell and killed me , ' and she cried louder than before . The old woman struck her hands together : ` Ah , to think of it ! if that were to be , what should I do ? ' and she sat down by her daughter , and they both wrung their hands and let their tears flow . ` Something strange must have occurred , ' exclaimed the old farmer on the moor , who by this time was not only hungry , but cross . ' I must go after them . ' And he went and found them in the stable . ` What is the matter ? ' asked he . ` Oh ! ' replied his wife , ` when our daughter came home , did she not see the pack-saddle over her head , and she thought how dreadful it would be if it were to fall and kill her . ' ` Ah , to think of it ! ' exclaimed he , striking his hands together , and he sat down beside them and wept too .
As soon as night fell the young man returned full XXXXX hunger , and there they were , all crying together in the stable .
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