by daybreak the drummer arose, buckled on his drum, and went without fear straight into the forest. after he had walked for a while without seeing any giants, he thought to himself, "i must waken up the sluggards," and he hung his drum before him, and beat such a reveille that the birds flew out of the trees with loud cries. it was not long before a giant who had been lying sleeping among the grass, rose up, and was as tall as a fir-tree. "wretch!" cried he; "what art thou drumming here for, and wakening me out of my best sleep?" "i am drumming," he replied, "because i want to show the way to many thousands who are following me." "what do they want in my forest?"