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of a year, the ‘fellow one day, at the 
entrance of a wood, met the devil him- 
self riding on a swine, and driving before 
him nineteen others, which he fright- 
ened by beating upon a huge copper 
kettle. The nineteen swine that went 
foremost were in excellent plight; but 
the sow which the devil rode was very 
lean and haggard. The boor, who 
instantly recognised his lost property, 
began thereupon to shout and holloa in 
such a manner, that the devil, surprised 
and disconcerted, dropped the copper 
kettle, abandoned the swine, and took 
to flight as fast as he could. Then the 
‘peasant rejoiced at heart, drove the 
swine home, and gave Peter Bass the 
Kettle to keep, in remembrance of so 
remarkable a circumstance, 
Peter Vognforer. 
There was once a priest belonging to 
Bierbye church, in Vendsyssel, by name 
Peter Vognforer. He was very cunning, 
and knew a great deal besides his pater- 
noster. . Having taken a dislike to a 
priest at Isdale, he so managed with his 
hidden art, that the priest always stam- 
mered when he mounted the preaching- 
stool. Soon this Peter Vognforer was 
had up before the king, where he was 
judged, and, as the story goes, con- 
demned to be burnt ona pile of fag- 
gots. » 
The hostile Warriors. . 
At asmall distance from the town of 
Kiersing, two warriors lie buried in a 
wild moor: their names are Ginfeseek 
and Syre Prentepose. They lived in 
mutual hate, and, even now they are 
dead, that hatred is unabated. Every 
night they rise from the mould, and 
‘wander about the moor in quest of each 
other; and when they meet they begin 
a combat, the noise of which is fre- 
quently heard for miles. Several years 
since, a man was passing by night over 
the moor, when a tall frightful-looking 
warrior met him, and cried with a hor- 
rible voice, “ Do you know me?”— 
“No,” replied the man, trembling. 
“JT am Syre Prentepose,’ said the 
giant: “ come not again to my moor 
by night, or I will twist your head off ; 
but provided you now tell me where 
Ginfeseek is, I will give you as much 
gold as you can carry home.” 
The Punishment of Wickedness. 
A little girl served in a farmhouse be- 
tween Gyrsting and Gelytterup. Once, 
upon a holiday, she wished to pay a 
visit to her aged mother, and asked per- 
mission so to do. Her mistress con- 
sented, and gave her five loaves to carry 
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to her mother, who was very poor and 
necessitous. Away went the girl, drest 
like a lady, in her finest clothes. But 
when she came to a part of the road 
where there was so much mire and dirt 
that she could not pass through without 
soiling her new shoes, she flung the 
loaves, one after the other, into the 
slough, and endeavoured to walk over 
upon them; but while in this wicked 
act she was swallowed up by the earth, 
and a ballad is still sung, founded on 
this shocking circumstance. 
The Wandering Jew. 
Once upon a time an aged man, with 
a long beard, a stick in his hand, and a 
bundle upon his back, was seen walking 
across the plain of Frankholm down to 
the lake of Halle. When he came to 
the water he neither stopped nor turned 
aside, but plunged in without the least 
hesitation, and the lake immediately 
concealed him for several minutes, he 
then walked out at the other side by 
the castle of Halle. Both young and old 
who had observed this were struck with 
wonder, and all concluded that it must 
have been the wandering Jew, as no 
doubt it was. 
The Mighty Sword. 
There stands near Horsen a tower, 
called Bygholm; near to it is a heath, 
and in this same heath is a hillock, in 
which once was found a sword of such 
an enormous size, that it required'three 
horses to remove it to the tower. But 
it did not remain long at Bygholm, ‘for 
every night all the other weapons in the 
armoury clattered and clashed till the 
very walls shook, and there was no end 
to this tumult till the sword was carried 
back, and buried again in the hill. 
St. Margaret's Fountain. 
There lived at Thisted a maiden of 
the name of Margaret; she was so pious, 
virtuous and lovely, that her fame re- 
sounded through the whole country. 
Once, when she was going to church, 
she was forced and murdered by three 
robbers, who lived in the hills of Ge- 
lade; but on the very spot where this 
inhuman outrage was perpetrated, there 
sprang from the earth a lovely fountain, 
which was considered by the people as 
a proof of her innocence and sanctity. 
Men and women who came sickly and 
weak to this fountain, recovered their 
health and strength by tasting its waters, 
and it is said, that from the money the 
grateful pilgrims left by the fountain, 
the church of Gelade was built,and con- 
secrated to the honour of St. Margaret. 
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