The Sand-Hills Of Jutland
The Mud-King's Daughter
The Quickest Runners
The Bell's Hollow
Soup Made Of A Sausage-Stick
The Neck Of A Bottle
The Old Bachelor's Nightcap
The Old Oak Tree's Last Dream
The Wind Relates The Story Of Waldemar Daae AndHis Daughters
The Girl Who Trod Upon Bread
Olé, The Watchman Of The Tower
Anne Lisbeth; Or, The Apparition Of The Beach
A Row Of Pearls
The Pen And The Inkstand
The Child In The Grave
o have been welcomed with joy to a life rich in all this world's goods; but our Lord had ordained that it should be born in a peasant's hut, in a miserable nook. Not even one kiss did it receive from its mother.
The fisherman's wife laid the infant on its mother's breast, and it rested near her heart; but that heart had ceased to beat--she was dead! The child who should have been nurtured amidst happiness and wealth was cast a stranger into the world--thrown up by the sea among the sand-hills, to experience heavy days and the fate of the poor. And again we call to mind the old song:--
"The king's son's eyes with big tears fill: 'Alas! that I came to this robber-hill. Here nothing awaits me but evil and pain. Had I haply but come to Herr Buggé's domain, Neither knight nor squire would have treated me ill.'"
A little to the south of Nissumfiord, on that portion of the shore which Herr Buggé had formerly called his, the vessel had stranded. Those rough, inhuman times, when the
Sand Hills of Jut Land,personaly, I think, is one of Hans' best works. He'got so much of his talent in it; the kind of joy you can fall into, knowing that's from him.