the Swedes. So Hans
Nielsen killed him with a sword, for being a traitor. The Poles were
all buried in a hole, which is now called Polakhullet, or the Pole's
hole. They committed such devastation in the very district we are now
passing, that a man from Thy met a woman from Skaane, in Sweden, and
she at once offered to marry him in the dialect of the time.

"'Aa vil du vaere min Mand?
Saa vil a vaere din Kone;
Du er fod i Thyeland,
Og a er fod i Skaane.'

"'Oh, will you be my man?
So will I be your wife;
You are born in Thyeland,
And I am born in Skaane.'

This is a nursery rhyme to this day. There is also a weed called
Charlock in England, the seed of this was brought by them with the
fodder they had with them, and it is now all over Denmark."

"What you have told me about Shakespeare's play would, I fear, excite
some controversy amongst persons who make Shakespeare their study in
England," said Hardy.

"I can only say," rejoined the Pastor, "that the tradition is as
related by me."

"We shall soon be at Veile," said Hardy, turning round to Froken Helga
Lindal. She had heard that her father talked incessantly to Hardy, so
was satisfied that all went well.

"I wish it was double the distance away," she said; "I enjoy
travelling like this so much!"

Veile is a pretty little Jutland town, and as they drove up to the
hotel Hardy had selected and telegraphed to, they determined to have a
walk in the neighbourhood at once, and postpone dinner a little later.

"There was a fire once in Veile, in the year 1739," said the Pastor.
"A woman who was thought out of her mind, at Easter visited a
neighbour, who showed her the clothes she had made to wear at Easter;
but the woman said, 'What will this avail, when the whole street will
be burned in eight days; but although I shall perish in the flames,
yet my body will be laid out in the town hall before I am buried?' The
next Sunday, a boy in firing off some powder he had put in a door key,
set fire to a house. The mad woman, as she was called, had forgotten
some things in the house, and went in for them; but her clothes caught
on fire, and she died from the burns she received. She was taken to
the town hall as the nearest place, and the street she indicated was
burnt.

"There is another story of an old monastery near Veile. The name of
the abbot was Muus (mouse). He was so hostile to the king that it was
determined to suppress the m