e to Joppa: the holy Anders fell
asleep; but when he awoke he lay here, and heard the bells ringing in
Slagelse. Upon a foal, only one night old, he rode round the extensive
city lands, whilst King Waldemar lay in his bath. He could hang his
glove upon the beams of the sun. This hill, where he awoke, was called
Rest-hill; and the cross, with the figure of the Redeemer erected
upon it, which still stands here, reminds us of the legend of the holy
Anders."

A little peasant girl at this moment mounted the hill, but paused when
she perceived the strangers.

"Don't be afraid, my child!" said Wilhelm. "What hast thou there? a
garland! shall it hang here upon the cross? Only come, we will help
thee."

"It should hang over our Lord," said the little one, holding, in an
embarrassed manner, the garland of pretty blue cornflowers in her hand.
Otto took the garland, and hung it up in place of the faded one.

"That was our morning adventure!" said Wilhelm, and soon they were
rolling in the deep sand toward Korsoeer, toward the hill where the poet
watched the sun and moon sink into the sea, and wished that he had wings
that he might catch them.

Melancholy and silent lies the town on the flat coast, the old castle
turned into a farm-house--high grass grows upon the walls. In a storm,
when the wind blows against the city, the surf beats against the
outermost houses. High upon the church stands a telegraph; the black
wooden plates resemble mourning-flags hung above the sinking town. Here
is nothing for the stranger to see, nothing except a grave--that of the
thinker Birckner. The friends drove to the public-house on the
strand. No human being met them in the street except a boy, who rung a
hand-bell.

"That calls to church," said Wilhelm. "Because there are no bells in the
tower, they have here such a wandering bell-ringer as this. Holla! there
lies the inn!"

"Baron Wilhelm!" cried a strong voice, and a man in a green jacket with
pockets in the breast, the mighty riding-boots splashed above the tops,
and with whip in hand, approached them, pulled his horse-hair cap, and
extended his hand to Wilhelm.

"The Kammerjunker from Funen!" said Wilhelm; "my mother's neighbor, one
of the most industrious and rich noblemen in all Funen."

"You will come one of the first days to me!" said the Kammerjunker; "you
shall try my Russian steam-bath: I have erected one upon my estate. All
who visit me, ladies and gentlemen without any excep