much in my sleep." "Show me what you earned," cried the parson.
But Hans answered, "Fools jingle their copecks, but wise men hide their
roubles."

When they reached home, Hans did his duty zealously, unharnessed and fed
the horses, and then walked round the church till he found the stone in
the wall that was not mortared.

On the first night after the full moon, when everybody else was asleep,
Hans crept quietly out of the house with a pickaxe, wrenched out the
stone with much difficulty, and actually found the hole with the money,
just as the dwarf had described it to him. Next Sunday he divided the
third part among the poor of the parish, and gave notice to the parson
that he was about to quit his service, and as he asked no wages for so
short a time, he got his discharge without any demur. But Hans travelled
a long way off, bought himself a nice farm-house, married a young wife,
and lived quietly and comfortably for many years.

At the time when my grandfather was a shepherd-boy, there were many old
people living in our village who had known Hans, and who bore witness to
the truth of this story.

[Footnote 62: Hans is a generic term in Esthonia for the cunning fellow
who always contrives to outwit the Devil, &c.]

THE TREASURE AT KERTELL.

(JANNSEN.)

During a great war, the people of Kertell, in the island of Dagoe, caused
a great iron chest to be made, wherein they stored all their gold and
silver, and sunk it in the river near the old bridge. But they all
perished without recovering it. Many years afterwards, a man who was
passing by in the evening saw a small flame flickering in the air. He
laid his pipe on a stone and followed the flame; but it disappeared, and
on going to pick up his pipe, he found it gone, and money lying on the
stone. But afterwards, whenever he passed the stone, he found money. His
companions advised him to consult a magician with respect to raising the
treasure, of which the tradition had persisted; and the magician
directed him to go to the place where he had seen the flame on three
successive Thursdays, and sacrifice a cock, but not to speak of it to
any one.[63] On the third Thursday, he took some companions with him;
and when the cock was sacrificed, the treasure-chest appeared above
water, and they dragged it to shore with great labour. But one of the
party looked towards the bridge, and saw a little boy mounted on a pig
riding over it. He exclaimed to his companions,