hould
all be separately photographed.

"You want to show your mother our photographs," said Helga.

"I do," said Hardy. "You have all been so kind to me that it would
interest her."

"I should like to see the photographs before they are sent you," said
Helga.

"That you can," said Hardy. "They shall be sent you, and if you do not
like them, do not send them to me."

"Nonsense," said the Pastor; "they shall of course be sent you. I can
understand that if you have a photograph it will describe more than
any description, and we will send them, or rather the photographer
shall; it is not that we should wish to appear other than as we really
are. If the photographs are not what is called successful, you can
explain that, if you like, but I, for my part, would rather not be
favoured by any artificial process."

"You are right, little father," said Helga; and they were all
photographed separately, except Hardy and Karl, as the Pastor objected
to the latter. "They will see Karl himself, and there is no need of
the expense," he said; "and Hardy we shall not forget."

They left Horsens a little after midday for Veile, a distance, as
before stated, of about nineteen English miles. Pastor Lindal sat by
Hardy as he drove, and as they passed by Engom, he told the story of
how Ove Lunge had sold himself to the evil one, "Ove Lunge made a
bargain with the owners of the land near to acquire as much land as he
could ride a foal just born round, whilst the priest was preaching a
sermon in the pulpit at Engom Church. They assented readily; but the
foal ridden by Herr Ove Lunge went like a bird, and two black boars
followed, rooting up the line the foal took, so as to enclose the
land. On his way, Herr Ove Lunge met a Bonde with an axe, and he was
obliged to turn aside, as the evil one has no power against an edge of
steel. Therefore there were many irregularities in the foal's course.
The Bonde who had thus sought to interrupt Herr Ove Lunge, rushed to
the church at Engom, and besought the priest to vacate the pulpit, who
did so, and thus saved much land passing into Herr Ove Lunge's
possession. As Herr Ove Lunge had sold himself to the evil one, he can
of course find no rest, and his ghost is seen, followed by his hounds,
as he hunts at night over the property thus acquired."

"Are their many legends relating to Veile?" asked Hardy.

"A few," replied the Pastor, "and some historical, Gorm den Gamle,
that is Gorm the old and hi