mountain city, which he, like his country-folk, called Sprugg,
though the government calls it Innspruck.

He got out upon a long, gray, wooden bridge, and looked up and
down the reaches of the river, and thought to himself, maybe this
was not Sprugg but Jerusalem, so beautiful it looked with its
domes shining golden in the sun, and the snow of the Soldstein
and Branjoch behind them. For little Findelkind had never come so
far as this before. As he stood on the bridge so dreaming, a hand
clutched him, and a voice said:

"A whole kreutzer, or you do not pass!"

Findelkind started and trembled.

A kreutzer! he had never owned such a treasure in all his life.

"I have no money!" he murmured, timidly,
"I came to see if I could get money for the poor."

The keeper of the bridge laughed.

"You are a little beggar, you mean? Oh, very well! Then over my
bridge you do not go.

"But it is the city on the other side?"

"To be sure it is the city; but over nobody goes without a
kreutzer."