hill that the holy Anders, the celebrated preacher of Slagelse,
awoke. He visited the sepulchre of Christ, but through praying
there too long the ship sailed without him, and he was forced to
stay behind. Then came a man and took him upon his horse, and they
would ride 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 Korsoer, 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.