The Sand-Hills of Jutland
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