and hind.
Thank, peasant, the good God,
That now you can safely go through the fjord.'

There is a story of Gron. He halted one night and knocked at a Bonde's
door, and told him to hold his hounds by a leash. Gron rode away, and
was absent two hours. At length he returned, but across his horse was
a mermaid, which he had shot. This was before the time of powder. Gron
said to the Bonde, 'I have hunted that mermaid for seven years, and
now I have got her.' He then asked for something to drink, and when he
was served with it he gave the Bonde some gold money; but it was so
hot it burnt through his hand, and the money sunk in the earth. Gron
laughed, and said, 'As you have drank with me, you shall have
something, so take the leash you have held my hounds with.' Gron rode
away, and the Bonde kept the leash, and as long as he did so all
things prospered; but at last he thought it was of little value, and
threw it away. He then gradually grew poorer and poorer, and died in
great poverty."

"A very good legend, and thank you, Herr Pastor," said Mrs. Hardy.

"There is an old ballad," continued the Pastor, "called 'The Pilgrim
Stone,' which opens with a mother calling her three daughters to go to
the early Catholic church service of the times, and then the water was
so shallow between Moen and Falster that they could jump over it. The
three daughters were attacked by three robbers and killed by them.
They put their bodies in sacks; but they were seized by the father and
his men, and then it appeared that the three robbers were brothers to
the murdered girls, having been stolen, when they were very young, on
their way to school. The two eldest were hung, and the youngest made a
pilgrimage to the Holy Land, and when he returned he lived a few years
at Phanefjord, and was buried where the pilgrim stone marks the place.
The ballad is of the simplest character and incomplete; but such is
the story. Under different conditions it is recited in other places in
Denmark; but it is dramatic in all cases."

"It is indeed dramatic," said Mrs. Hardy. "The stories of giants
appear to have had their origin from natural forces, as ice, or the
heat of summer, but have been blended with human attributes."

The drive to Moen's Klint from Gronsund was full of interest from
Pastor Lindal's knowledge of the past history of so many places.

"There are not so many traditions in the low part of Moen as in Hoie
Moen; that is where the cli