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And they spoke of the way in which the sand-dunes had come inland,

and it seemed very easy to understand. This is how they explained it:

    A dead body had been found on the coast, and the peasants buried

it in the churchyard. From that time the sand began to fly about and

the sea broke in with violence. A wise man in the district advised

them to open the grave and see if the buried man was not lying sucking

his thumb, for if so he must be a sailor, and the sea would not rest

until it had got him back. The grave was opened, and he really was

found with his thumb in his mouth. So they laid him upon a cart, and

harnessed two oxen to it; and the oxen ran off with the sailor over

heath and moor to the ocean, as if they had been stung by an adder.

Then the sand ceased to fly inland, but the hills that had been

piled up still remained.

    All this Jurgen listened to and treasured up in his memory of

the happiest days of his childhood- the days of the burial feast.

    How delightful it was to see fresh places and to mix with

strangers! And he was to go still farther, for he was not yet fourteen

years old when he went out in a ship to see the world. He

encountered bad weather, heavy seas, unkindness, and hard men- such

were his experiences, for he became ship-boy. Cold nights, bad living,

and blows had to be endured; then he felt his noble Spanish blood boil

within him, and bitter, angry, words rose to his lips, but he gulped

them down; it was better, although he felt as the eel must feel when

it is skinned, cut up, and put into the frying-pan.

    "I shall get over it," said a voice within him.

    He saw the Spanish coast, the native land of his parents. He

even saw the town where they had lived in joy and prosperity, but he

knew nothing of his home or his relations, and his relations knew just

as little about him.

    The poor ship boy was not permitted to land, but on the last day

of their stay he managed to get ashore. There were several purchases

to be made, and he was sent to carry them on board.

    Jurgen stood there in his shabby clothes which looked as if they

had been washed in the ditch and dried in the chimney; he, who had

always dwelt among the sand-hills, now saw a great city for the

first time. How lofty the houses seemed, and what a number of people

there were in the streets! some pushing this way, some that- a perfect

maelstrom of citizens and peasants, monks and soldiers- the jingling

of bells on the trappings of asses and mules, the chiming of church

bells, calling, shouting, hammering and knocking- all going on at

once. Every trade was located in the basement of the houses or in

the side thoroughfares; and the sun shone with such heat, and the

air was so close, that one seemed to be in an oven full of beetles,

cockchafers, bees and flies, all humming and buzzing together.

Jurgen scarcely knew where he was or which way he went. Then he saw

just in front of him the great doorway of a cathedral; the lights were

gleaming in the dark aisles, and the fragrance of incense was wafted

towards him. Even the poorest beggar ventured up the steps into the

sanctuary. Jurgen followed the sailor he was with into the church, and

stood in the sacred edifice. Coloured pictures gleamed from their

golden background, and on the altar stood the figure of the Virgin

with the child Jesus, surrounded by lights and flowers; priests in

festive robes were chanting, and choir boys in dazzling attire swung

silver censers. What splendour and magnificence he saw there! It

streamed in upon his soul and overpowered him: the church and the

faith of his parents surrounded him, and touched a chord in his

heart that caused his eyes to overflow with tears.

    They went from the church to the market-place. Here a quantity

of provisions were given him to carry. The way to the harbour was

long; and weary and overcome with various emotions, he rested for a

few moments before a splendid house, with marble pillars, statues, and

broad steps. Here he rested his burden against the wall. Then a porter

in livery came out, lifted up a silver-headed cane, and drove him

away- him, the grandson of that house. But no one knew that, and he

just as little as any one. Then he went on board again, and once

more encountered rough words and blows, much work and little sleep-

such was his experience of life. They say it is good to suffer in

one's young days, if age brings something to make up for it.

    His period of service on board the ship came to an end, and the

vessel lay once more at Ringkjobing in Jutland. He came ashore, and

went home to the sand-dunes near Hunsby; but his foster-mother had

died during his absence.

    A hard winter followed this summer. Snow-storms swept over land

and sea, and there was difficulty in getting from one place to

another. How unequally things are distributed in this world! Here

there was bitter cold and snow-storms, while in Spain there was

burning sunshine and oppressive heat. Yet, when a clear frosty day

came, and Jurgen saw the swans flying in numbers from the sea

towards the land, across to Norre-Vosborg, it seemed to him that

people could breathe more freely here; the summer also in this part of

the world was splendid. In imagination he saw the heath blossom and

become purple with rich juicy berries, and the elder-bushes and

lime-trees at Norre Vosborg in flower. He made up his mind to go there

again.

    Spring came, and the fishing began. Jurgen was now an active