[Footnote 73: Doubtless Olev of the _Kalevipoeg_; possibly St. Olaf may
also be intended.]

[Footnote 74: This incident reminds us of the story of St. Olaf and the
giant Wind and Weather (see Keightley's _Fairy Mythology_, Bohn's
edition, 1860, p. 117), though here it is the giant church-builder who
falls. According to one of the legends of Cologne Cathedral, the
architect was hurled from the top of the unfinished building by the
Devil. The calling of a person by name was often regarded by the
Scandinavians as a death-omen.]

THE CHURCH AT PUeHALEPP.

Before Christian times there was a great alder forest in the island of
Dagoe, where the people used to make sacrifices and hold festivals.
Afterwards the forest was hewn down, all but one tree, under which the
people wished to build a church. But the missionaries would not consent,
till a man advised them to yoke two oxen to the cart in which the
building materials should be loaded, and then let them wander at will.
Where they halted, the church should be built.

So the oxen were driven to the alder forest, where there was plenty of
grass, and after being allowed to graze awhile they were brought back
and yoked to the cart. They returned to the heath and began to feed, and
the church was erected on that spot and named the Church of Puehalepp.

The Devil thought to destroy it by hurling two great rocks at it at
night from a hill, after having carefully noted its position in the
daytime. He missed his aim in the darkness, but mounted his mare and
rode to see what damage was done. Just as he reached the church the cock
crew, and he was forced to turn round and ride back to hell. But the
marks of the mare's hoofs are still to be seen where he heard the cock
crow.

Another story relates how the Devil pulled down a church which was in
course of erection, and tore up the very foundations. But a wise man
told the people to take two white calves, dropped on that night, harness
them to a cart, and build the church where they stopped, which was
accordingly done.

THE CHURCH OF THE HOLY CROSS.

A blind nobleman of Vastemois, near Fellin, was driving out one day,
when his coachman saw a splendid golden cross. His master ordered him to
drive up to it; and on touching it, he recovered his sight. In
gratitude, he built a church on the spot, which was afterwards destroyed
in war-time, and only the walls left standing. The people were too poor
to rebuild it, but