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filling　her　pails；　and　she　gave　Knud　a　refreshing　draught；　she　had　a
handful　of　roses；　and　she　gave　him　one；　which　appeared　to　him　like　a
good　omen　for　the　future。　From　a　neighboring　church　came　the　sounds　of　music；　and　the　familiar　tones　reminded　him　of　the　organ　at　home　at　Kjoge；　so　he　passed　into　the　great　cathedral。　The　sunshine　streamed　through　the　painted　glass　windows；　and　between　two　lofty　slender　pillars。　His　thoughts　became　prayerful；　and　calm　peace　rested　on　his　soul。　He　next　sought　and　found　a　good　master　in　Nuremberg；　with　whom　he　stayed　and　learnt　the　German　language。

The　old　moat　round　the　town　had　been　converted　into　a　number　of
little　kitchen　gardens；　but　the　high　walls；　with　their　heavy…looking
towers；　are　still　standing。　Inside　these　walls　the　ropemaker　twisted
his　ropes　along　a　walk　built　like　a　gallery；　and　in　the　cracks　and
crevices　of　the　walls　elderbushes　grow　and　stretch　their　green
boughs　over　the　small　houses　which　stand　below。　In　one　of　these　houses　lived　the　master　for　whom　Knud　worked；　and　over　the　little　garret　window　where　he　sat；　the　elder…tree　waved　its　branches。　Here　he　dwelt　through　one　summer　and　winter；　but　when　spring　came　again；　he　could　endure　it　no　longer。　The　elder　was　in　blossom；　and　its　fragrance　was　so　homelike；　that　he　fancied　himself　back　again　in　the　gardens　of　Kjoge。　So　Knud　left　his　master；　and　went　to　work　for　another　who　lived　farther　in　the　town；　where　no　elder　grew。　His　workshop　was　quite　close　to　one　of　the　old　stone　bridges；　near　to　a　water…mill；　round　which　the　roaring　stream　rushed　and　foamed　always；　yet　restrained　by　the　neighboring　houses；　whose　old；　decayed　balconies　hung　over；　and　seemed　ready　to　fall　into　the　water。　Here　grew　no　elder；　here　was　not　even　a　flower…pot；　with　its　little　green　plant；　but　just　opposite　the　workshop　stood　a　great　willow…tree；　which　seemed　to　hold　fast　to　the　house　for　fear　of　being　carried　away　by　the　water。　It　stretched　its　branches　over　the　stream　just　as　those　of　the
willow…tree　in　the　garden　at　Kjoge　had　spread　over　the　river。　Yes；
he　had　indeed　gone　from　elder…mother　to　willow…father。　There　was　a
something　about　the　tree　here；　especially　in　the　moonlight　nights；
that　went　direct　to　his　heart；　yet　it　was　not　in　reality　the
moonlight；　but　the　old　tree　itself。　However；　he　could　not　endure　it：
and　why？　Ask　the　willow；　ask　the　blossoming　elder！　At　all　events；　he
bade　farewell　to　Nuremberg　and　journeyed　onwards。　He　never　spoke　of　Joanna　to　any　one；　his　sorrow　was　hidden　in　his　heart。　The　old
childish　story　of　the　two　cakes　had　a　deep　meaning　for　him。　He
understood　now　why　the　gingerbread　man　had　a　bitter　almond　in　his　left　side；　his　was　the　feeling　of　bitterness；　and　Joanna；　so　mild　and
friendly；　was　represented　by　the　honeycake　maiden。　As　he　thought
upon　all　this；　the　strap　of　his　knapsack　pressed　across　his　chest　so
that　he　could　hardly　breathe；　he　loosened　it；　but　gained　no　relief。　He
saw　but　half　the　world　around　him；　the　other　half　he　carried　with
him　in　his　inward　thoughts；　and　this　is　the　condition　in　which　he　left
Nuremberg。　Not　till　he　caught　sight　of　the　lofty　mountains　did　the
world　appear　more　free　to　him；　his　thoughts　were　attracted　to　outer
objects；　and　tears　came　into　his　eyes。　The　Alps　appeared　to　him　like
the　wings　of　earth　folded　together；　unfolded；　they　would　display　the
variegated　pictures　of　dark　woods；　foaming　waters；　spreading　clouds；
and　masses　of　snow。　〃At　the　last　day；〃　thought　he；　〃the　earth　will
unfold　its　great　wings；　and　soar　upwards　to　the　skies；　there　to
burst　like　a　soap…bubble　in　the　radiant　glance　of　the　Deity。　Oh；〃
sighed　he；　〃that　the　last　day　were　come！〃

Silently　he　wandered　on　through　the　country　of　the　Alps；　which
seemed　to　him　like　a　fruit　garden；　covered　with　soft　turf。　From　the
wooden　balconies　of　the　houses　the　young　lacemakers　nodded　as　he
passed。　The　summits　of　the　mountains　glowed　in　the　red　evening　sunset；　and　the　green　lakes　beneath　the　dark　trees　reflected　the　glow。　
Then　he　thought　of　the　sea　coast　by　the　bay　Kjoge；　with　a　longing　in　his　heart　that　was；　however；　without　pain。　There；　where　the　Rhine　rolls　onward　like　a　great　billow；　and　dissolves　itself　into　snowflakes；　where　glistening　clouds　are　ever　changing　as　if　here　was　the　place　of
their　creation；　while　the　rainbow　flutters　about　them　like　a
many…colored　ribbon；　there　did　Knud　think　of　the　water…mill　at
Kjoge；　with　its　rushing；　foaming　waters。　Gladly　would　he　have　remained　in　the　quiet　Rhenish　town；　but　there　were　too　many　elders　and　willow…trees。

So　he　travelled　onwards；　over　a　grand；　lofty　chain　of　mountains；
over　rugged；…　rocky　precipices；　and　along　roads　that　hung　on　the
mountain's　side　like　a　swallow's　nest。　The　waters　foamed　in　the　depths　below　him。　The　clouds　lay　beneath　him。　He　wandered　on；　treading　upon　Alpine　roses；　thistles；　and　snow；　with　the　summer　sun　shining　upon　him；　till　at　length　he　bid　farewell　to　the　lands　of　the　north。　Then　he　passed　on　under　the　shade　of　blooming　chestnut…trees；　through　vineyards；　and　fields　of　Indian　corn；　till　conscious　that　the　mountains　were　as　a　wall　between　him　and　his　early　recollections；
and　he　wished　it　to　be　so。

Before　him　lay　a　large　and　splendid　city；　called　Milan；　and　here
he　found　a　German　master　who　engaged　him　as　a　workman。　The　master　and　his　wife；　in　whose　workshop　he　was　employed；　were　an　old；　pious　couple；　and　the　two　old　people　became　quite　fond　of　the　quiet　journeyman；　who　spoke　but　little；　but　worked　more；　and　led　a　pious；　Christian　life；　and　even　to　himself　it　seemed　as　if　God　had　removed　the　heavy　burden　from　his　heart。　His　greatest　pleasure　was　to　climb；　now　and　then；　to　the　roof　of　the　noble　church；　which　was　built　of　white　marble。　The　pointed　towers；　the　decorated　and　open　cloisters；　the　stately　columns；　the　white　statues　which　smiled　upon　him　from　every　corner　and　porch　and　arch；…　all；　even　the　church　itself；
seemed　to　him　to　have　been　formed　from　the　snow　of　his　native　land。

Above　him　was　the　blue　sky；　below　him；　the　city　and　the　wide…spreading　plains　of　Lombardy；　and　towards　the　north；　the　lofty　mountains；　covered　with　perpetual　snow。　And　then　he　thought　of　the　church　of　Kjoge；　with　its　red；　ivy…clad　walls；　but　he　had　no　longing　to　go　there；　here；　beyond　the　mountains；　he　would　die　and　be　buried。
Three　years　had　passed　away　since　he　left　his　home；　one　year　of
that　time　he　had　dwelt　at　Milan。

One　day　his　master　took　him　into　the　town；　not　to　the　circus　in
which　riders　performed；　but　to　the　opera；　a　large　building；　itself　a
sight　well　worth　seeing。　The　seven　tiers　of　boxes；　which　reached
from　the　ground　to　a　dizzy　height；　near　the　ceiling；　were　hung　with
rich；　silken　curtains；　and　in　them　were　seated　elegantly…dressed
ladies；　with　bouquets　of　flowers　in　their　hands。　The　gentlemen　were
also　in　full　dress；　and　many　of　them　wore　decorations　of　gold　and
silver。　The　place　was　so　brilliantly　lighted　that　it　seemed　like
sunshine；　and　glorious　music　rolled　through　the　building。　Everything
looked　more　beautiful　than　in　the　theatre　at　Copenhagen；　but　then
Joanna　had　been　there；　and…　could　it　be？　Yes…　it　was　like　magic；…
she　was　here　also：　for；　when　the　curtain　rose；　there　stood　Joanna；
dressed　in　silk　and　gold；　and　with　a　golden　crown　upon　her　head。　She
sang；　he　thought；　as　only　an　angel　could　sing；　and　then　she　stepped
forward　to　the　front　and　smiled；　as　only　Joanna　could　smile；　and
looked　directly　at　Knud。　Poor　Knud！　he　seized　his　master's　hand；　and
cried　out　loud；　〃Joanna；〃　but　no　one　heard　him；　excepting　his
master；　for　the　music　sounded　above　everything。

〃Yes；　yes；　it　is　Joanna；〃　said　his　master；　and　he　drew　forth　a
printed　bill；　and　pointed　to　her　name；　which　was　there　in　full。　Then
it　was　not　a　dream。　All　the　audience　applauded　her；　and　threw
wreaths　of　flowers　at　her；　and　every　time　she　went　away　they　called
for　her　again；　so　that　she　was　always　coming　and　going。　In　the
street　the　people　crowded　round　her　carriage；　and　drew　it　away
themselves　without　the　horses。　Knud　was　in　the　foremost　row；　and
shouted　as　joyously　as　the　rest；　and　when　the　carriage　stopped
before　a　brilliantly　lighted　house；　Knud　placed　himself　close　to　the
door　of　her　carriage。　It　flew　open；　and　she　stepped　out；　the　light
fell　upon　her　dear　face；　and　he　could　see　that　she　smiled　as　she
thanked　them；　and　appeared　quite　overcome。　Knud　looked　straight　in　her　face；　and　she　looked　at　him；　but　she　did　not　recognize　him。　A　man；　with　a　glittering　star　on　his　breast；　gave　her　his　arm；　and　people
said　the　two　were　engaged　to　be　married。　Then　Knud　went　home　and
packed　up　his　knapsack；　he　felt　he　must　return　to　the　home　of　his
childhood；　to　the　elder…tree　and　the　willow。　〃Ah；　under　that
willow…tree！〃　A　man　may　live　a　whole　life　in　one　single　hour。

The　old　couple　begged　him　to　remain；　but　words　were　useless。　In
vain　they　reminded　him　that　winter　was　coming；　and　that　the　snow　had　already　fallen　on　the　mountains。　He　said　he　could　easily　follow　the　track　of　the　closely…moving　carriages；　for　which　a　path　must　be　kept　clear；　and　with　nothing　but　his　knapsack　on　his　back；　and　leaning　on　his　stick；　he　could　step　along　briskly。　So　he　turned　his　steps　to
the　mountains；　ascended　one　side　and　descended　the　other；　still
going　northward　till　his　strength　began　to　fail；　and　not　a　house　or
village　could　be　seen。　The　stars　shone　in　the　sky　above　him；　and
down　in　the　valley　lights　glittered　like　stars；　as　if　another　sky　were
beneath　him；　but　his　head　was　dizzy　and　his　feet　stumbled；　and　he　felt
ill。　The　lights　in　the　valley　grew　brighter　and　brighter；　and　more
numerous；　and　he　could　see　them　moving　to　and　fro；　and　then　he
understood　that　there　must　be　a　village　in　the　distance；　so　he　exerted
his　failing　strength　to　reach　it；　and　at　length　obtained　shelter　in
a　humble　lodging。　He　remained　there　that　night　and　the　whole　of　the
following　day；　for　his　body　required　rest　and　refreshment；　and　in
the　valley　there　was　rain　and　a　thaw。　But　early　in　the　morning　of
the　third　day；　a　man　came　with　an　organ　and　played　one　of　the　melodies　of　home；　and　after　that　Knud　could　remain　there　no　longer；　so　he　started　again　on　his　journey　toward　the　north。　He　travelled　for　many　days　with　hasty　steps；　as　if　he　were　trying　to　reach　home　before　all　whom　he　re