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IA she saue?" he asked himself

MIN, whispered III MS ear, we would
do well, my prince, to retire as soon as
possible from this diabolical den"
you are testing. See, there comes
our host with the rest of our party"
Just then the aged Tuisto re-entered
the cabin, followed by the Count de
Montjoie and other travellers who had
accompanied the Duke of Orleans.
Good evening to you, count" said
the prince. You did not expect to find
me, think, near an excellent fire, chat
ting with a sorceress-Wth a fairy who
speaks French better than any one of
ourselves. What good fortune to have
little poetry come thus to brighten this
dull page of our journey But what
have you been doing since we partedt"
While the Count dc Montjoie was mar
rating his adventures TONI served up
the supper. 1t consisted of IA piece Of
smoked reindeer, some dried fish and
some curdled milk The last article men
toned by no means awakened the enthu-
siasm of M. Guillemot, who however,
had to remain content with this-to his
observation-disclosures fare, since he had left
his stock of wine and brandy in the
sledge
Beautiful Toni" said the duke when
he had finished his repast, next to the
recital of your own history can imagine
| nothing that would interest me moro
than to see your father in one of his &C.
stAsies When in that state, he can no
doubt read the past and the future both,
and have some questions to ask relat-
ing to them
"a will communicate your desire to
him" replied TONI "but cannot promise
that he will crafty it, All, gentlemen,
1t is no light matter TO die out of this
visible world, to mount, disengaged from
the clogging bonds of the flesh, into those
sublime regions where the voice of the
spirit reveals the mystery of things.
No, it is not a mere comedy of the French
stage be assured, sir.
Would this persuade your father to
satisfy us?" said the Count de Montioie,
| producing his purse,
Keep your gold, sir count; my father
needs it not"
A long colloquy ensued between the
young woman and her father. The old
man seemed to resist the entreaties of
the girl obstinately. At length, how
ever, Toni prevailed,
Thereupon the aged troll was seen
advancing majestically into the middle
of the chamber, and with solemn ges-
ture signed the strangers to place them
selves on the bench along the wall.
Gentlemen. said TONI, my father
requires you first to lay aside any articles
of iron or steel that you may have about
your persons"
by hea"ens! Separate us from our
arms" said Guillemot in a fright.
Ridiculous cowardf rejoined the
duke, what have we to fear from this
tender girl and this infrm old man?
Come, let us do as we have been request
ed-you too, count"
The old man took up what his visitors
laid aside and concealed every article
under tho slab on the floor. He then
commenced his invocations but all at
once he appeared disturbed and stood
still.
Count, you still have some article of
steel about YOU" said Toni.
The count in great confusion drew
from his bosom q small steel poniard,
which he had kept concealed there.
This gentleman has not given up all
the steel he has either"
What! r. exclaimed Guillemot.
yes" replied Toni dryly.
In fact, Guillemot had retained his
corkscrew,
When the troll had thus succeeded in
| al, OF OF
he flung himself headlong into the depths
Of his inspiration, and the young ~irl
faithfully interpreted the sublime words
which leaped from his soul.
My spirit bears Inc away" he cried;
my desire rises in my thought; wish
to begin the runas Finnish dittiesl !
wish to sing
20 We strangers who are listeners to
me, what would We of me? Has anguish
gnawed your flesh or grief and NORTH
cation broken your spirits! Have we lost
immense riches or are ye pursued by inn
placable enemies? Speak, for my father
has taught me the words Of power, the
creative words, the ways divine. At the
sound Of my voice the brazen gates ope
wide, the battlements of hiisi THE devil
crumble, the uprooted pines whirl about
like sand in the eddies of the tornado.
Il know the origin of the world, the
source Of fire, the birth of iron. l know
the silent tracks of the ants as they wind
over the bark Of the birch trees. Before
me the spirits of the dead take flight
and the bear forgets his tierceness
master all the ills Of earth, and bury
them in the mountain of Wounds The
Finland mythology recognizes several
goddesses who preside over pains and
Sutferingsl. under Il stone Of 8 fathons
width, where terror dwells-where an
yuish has fixed its abode, Speak, then
y strangers; wisdom is ready to gusl
from the depths Of the marshes, and from.
the broken TANKS of the mountains GOV
cred with snow. will be heard voices
that will make the spirit Of autumn lear
along the banks of the great world sea-
Seer" then said the Duke of Orleans
Il have mother, and that mother i,