tion: PETER AND THE GIANT.]

"I would give all my riches," he said, "to feel once again love in
my heart."

He resolved to go into the woods and consult the good fairy.

He came to the old pine-tree,--

"O treasure-guarder, 'mid the forests green,
Many, full many a century thou hast seen;
Thine are the regions of the dusky pine,
And children born on Sabbath-days are thine."

The Glassmanikin came up again, as before. He met Peter with an
injured look.

"What wouldst thou?"

"That thou shouldst give me a feeling heart."

"I cannot. I am not Michael the Dutchman."

"I can live no longer with this stone heart."

"I pity you. Take this cross, and go to Michael. Get him to give you
back your heart, under some pretext, and when he demands it again
show him this cross, and he will be powerless to harm you."

Peter took the cross and hurried into the deep forest. He called,--

"Michael the Dutchman! Michael the Dutchman!"

The giant appeared.

"What now, Peter Munk?"

"There is feeling in my heart. Give me another. You have been
deceiving me."

"Come to my closet, and we will see."

The gnome took out the stone heart, and replaced it for a moment by
the old heart from the jar. It began to beat. Peter felt joy again.
How happy he was! A heart, even with poverty, seemed the greatest of
blessings. He would not exchange his heart again for the world.

"Let me have it now," said the gnome.

But Peter held out the cross. The gnome shrank away, faded, and
disappeared.

Peter put his hand on his breast. His heart was beating. He became a
wise, thrifty, and prosperous man.

CHAPTER VI.

NIGHT SECOND.

SEVEN NIGHTS ON THE RHINE:--BASLE.--MARSHAL VON MOLTKE.--THE STORY
OF THE ENCHANTED HEN.

Our second night on the Rhine was passed at Basle. Leaving Lake
Constance, the Rhine, full of vivid life, starts on its way to the
sea. At the Rhinefall at Schaffhausen the water scenery becomes noble
and exciting. A gigantic rock, over three hundred feet wide, impedes
the course of the river, and over it the waters leap and eddy and
foam, and then flow calmly on amid green woods, and near villages
whose windows glitter in the sun.

We rode through the so-called Forest towns. High beeches stood on each
side of the river, and the waters here were as blue as the sky, and so
clear we could see the gravelly bed.

The river hastened to