The Book of Were-Wolves

The Book of Were-Wolves

Barrenness of English Folk-loreDevonshire TraditionsDerivation of Were-wolfCannibalism in ScotlandThe Angus RobberThe Carle of PerthFrench SuperstitionsNorwegian TraditionsDanish Tales of Were-wolvesHolstein StoriesThe Werewolf in the NetherlandsAmong the Greeks; the Serbs; the White Russians; the Poles; the RussiansA Russian Receipt for becoming a Were-wolfThe Bohemian VlkodlakArmenian StoryIndian TalesAbyssinian BudasAmerican Transformation TalesA Slovakian Household TaleSimilar Greek, Barnais, and Icelandic Tales MetempsychosisSympathy between Men and BeastsFinnbog and the BearOsage and the BeaverThe Connexion of Soul and BodyBuddismCase of Mr. HollowayPopular ideas concerning the BodyThe derivation of the German LeichnamFeather DressesTransmigration of SoulsA Basque StoryStory from the PantschatantraSavage ideas regarding Natural PhenomenaThunder, Lightning, and CloudThe origin of the DragonJohn of Bromtons Dragon a WaterspoutThe Legend of TyphoeusAllegorizing of the Effects of a HurricaneAnthropomorphosisThe Cirrus Cloud, a Heavenly SwanUrvaciThe Storm-cloud a DaemonVritra and RakschasasStory of a Brahmin and a Rakschasas The Inhabitants of Austrian GaliciaThe Hamlet of PolomyjaSummer Evening in the ForestThe Beggar SwiatekA Girl disappearsA School-boy vanishesA Servant-girl lostAnother Boy carried ofThe Discovery made by the Publican of PolomyjaSwiatek locked upBrought to DabkowCommits suicide I shall never forget the walk I took one night in Vienne, after having accomplished the examination of an unknown Druidical relic, the Pierre labie, at La Rondelle, near Champigni. I had learned of the existence of this cromlech only on my arrival at Champigni in the afternoon, and I had started to visit the curiosity without calculating the time it would take me to reach it and to return. Suffice it to say that I discovered the venerable pile of grey stones as the sun set, and that I expended the last lights of evening in planning and sketching. I then turned my face homeward. My walk of about ten miles had wearied me, coming at the end of a long days posting, and I had lamed myself in scrambling over some stones to the Gaulish relic. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 5324
Author: Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
Release Date: Mar 1, 2004
Format: eBook
Language: English