ngth, and I was stronger than ten men then; iron and
oak gave way before it, and through the ragged splinters I tore in
reckless fury, like a wild horse through a hazel hedge.

And no one had pursued me. I knelt down on the dear green turf outside,
and thanked God with streaming eyes for my deliverance, praying him
forgiveness for my unwilling share in that night's mockery.

Then I arose and turned to go, but even as I did so I heard a roar as if
the world were coming in two, and looking toward the castle, saw, not a
castle, but a great cloud of white lime-dust swaying this way and that in
the gusts of the wind.

Then while the east grew bright there arose a hissing, gurgling noise,
that swelled into the roar and wash of many waters, and by then the sun
had risen a deep black lake lay before my feet.

* * * * *

And this is how I tried to fathom the Lindenborg Pool.

* * * * *

_No memory labours longer, from the deep_
_Gold mines of thought to lift the hidden ore_
_That glimpses, moving up, than I from sleep_
_To gather and tell o'er_
_Each little sound and sight_.

A DREAM.

I dreamed once, that four men sat by the winter fire talking and telling
tales, in a house that the wind howled round.

And one of them, the eldest, said: "When I was a boy, before you came to
this land, that bar of red sand rock, which makes a fall in our river,
had only just been formed; for it used to stand above the river in a
great cliff, tunnelled by a cave about midway between the green-growing
grass and the green-flowing river; and it fell one night, when you had
not yet come to this land, no, nor your fathers.

"Now, concerning this cliff, or pike rather (for it was a tall slip of
rock and not part of a range), many strange tales were told; and my
father used to say, that in his time many would have explored that cave,
either from covetousness (expecting to find gold therein ), or from that
love of wonders which most young men have, but fear kept them back.
Within the memory of man, however, some had entered, and, so men said,
were never seen on earth again; but my father said that the tales told
concerning such, very far from deterring him (then quite a youth) from
the quest of this cavern, made him all the more earnestly long to go; so
that one day in his fear, my grandfather, to prevent him, stabbed him in
the shoulder, so that he was obliged to keep his bed for long; and
somehow he