generation to generation. The science of geology teaches the
same lesson. As we learn more of it, and more accurately of it, we
gradually grasp the thought that endless ages have wrought changes,
and will continue to work at the discretion of the Great Power that we
feel and know exists. We can only say that the works of the Lord are
wonderful, and trust in him."

"Have you heard of the religion of Buddha?" said Hardy. "With all our
present researches into it, we know comparatively little; but, taken
broadly, it is a doctrine of slow development. A life exists, and
gradually earthly passion ceases, and a state of perfect rest is
reached, but through an endless series of change."

"Yes," replied Pastor Lindal; "but it is a religion of the
imagination. It has a certain beauty and a poetic charm, while the
Christian religion has the reality of the principle that kindliness is
the real gold of life, which I have learnt from you."

Hardy felt that in his letters to his mother he had correctly
described Pastor Lindal.

Froken Helga had continued knitting as usual, but that she listened to
every word her father uttered was clear to Hardy; and when he rose to
go to his room for the night, she said, "Thank you, Herr Hardy; you
have interested my father to speak in the way he only can."

CHAPTER IX.

"But he that unto others leads the way
In public prayer,
Should do it so,
As all that hear may know
They need not fear
To tune their hearts unto his tongue."
_The Complete Angler._

The next day, as soon as signs of the tobacco parliament were apparent
by Froken Helga filling and lighting her father's pipe, Karl and Axel,
who had been interested in listening to the conversation on traditions
the previous evening, besought Hardy to lead Pastor Lindal to the same
subject.

"The many ancient burial places existing all over Jutland," said
Hardy, "must have given rise to traditions of hidden treasure. Our
English word for these tumuli is barrows."

"And ours," said the Pastor, "is Kaempehoi, or Kaempedysse, meaning a
fighting man's burial place; the verb to fight is kaempe, and present
Danish. It was, however, a custom to bury treasure in secluded places,
and to kill a slave at the place that his ghost might guard the
treasure. There is a tumulus or barrow between Viborg and Holstebro.
It is related that this barrow was formerly always covered with a blue
mist, and that a copper kettle