. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . ne will. As he passed along, ashamedof his conduct in not having bet-ter deserved of the good fairy, hebegan to cry, — Michael the Dutchman ! Mi-chael the Dutchman ! In a few moments the giantraftsman stood before him. You ve come to me at last,he said. Go with me to myhouse, and I will show you howI can be of service to you. Peter followed the giant tosome steep rocks, and down intoan abyss ; there was the gnomespalace. Your difficulties come fromhere said the gnome, placing hishands over the young mans heart. Let me have your he
. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . ne will. As he passed along, ashamedof his conduct in not having bet-ter deserved of the good fairy, hebegan to cry, — Michael the Dutchman ! Mi-chael the Dutchman ! In a few moments the giantraftsman stood before him. You ve come to me at last,he said. Go with me to myhouse, and I will show you howI can be of service to you. Peter followed the giant tosome steep rocks, and down intoan abyss ; there was the gnomespalace. Your difficulties come fromhere said the gnome, placing hishands over the young mans heart. Let me have your heart, and youshall have riches. Give you my heart ? saidPeter ; I should die. No ; follow me. He led Peter into a greatcloset, where were jars filled withliquid. In them were the heartsof many who had become them were the hearts ofthe King of the Dancers and ofFat Hesekiel. The hinderance to wealth isfeeling. I have taken, as you see,the hearts of these rich men. Ihave replaced them by hearts ofstone. You see how they may do the PETER SURPASSED THE KING OF DANCERS. A heart of stone must feel very cold within, said Peter. go ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN NORTHERN LANDS. But what is the use of a heart of feeling, with poverty? Give me yourheart, and I will make you , said Peter. The giant gave him a drug, which caused stupor. When Peter awoke from the stupor his heart seemedcold. He put his hand onhis breast: there was nomotion. Then he knewthat he had indeed a heartof stone. Nothing now broughthim pleasure or loved nothing; pitiedno ones was nothing. Hecared not for relatives orfriends; but he hadmoney, money. The sup-ply never failed. He travelled over , but everythingseemed dead to him. Sen-timent was dead withinhim. He lied, he filled many homes withwretchedness and ruin. At last he becameweary of life. I would give all my
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