. Stories for the household . an oddity, with his hose of eel-skin, and his scalyjacket with the yellow lilies for buttons, and a wreath of reed in his hairand seaweed in his beard; but he looks very pretty for all that. What the Bell tells ? To repeat it all would require years and days;for year by year it is telling the old stories, sometimes short ones, some-times long ones, according to its whim ; it tells of old times, of the darkhard times, thus: The Bell-deep. 541 In the church of St. Albau, the monk mounted up into the was young and handsome, but thoughtful exceedingly. He loo
. Stories for the household . an oddity, with his hose of eel-skin, and his scalyjacket with the yellow lilies for buttons, and a wreath of reed in his hairand seaweed in his beard; but he looks very pretty for all that. What the Bell tells ? To repeat it all would require years and days;for year by year it is telling the old stories, sometimes short ones, some-times long ones, according to its whim ; it tells of old times, of the darkhard times, thus: The Bell-deep. 541 In the church of St. Albau, the monk mounted up into the was young and handsome, but thoughtful exceedingly. He lookedthroughthe loophole out upon the Odense-Au, when the bed of thewater was yet broad and the monks meadow was still a lake: he lookedout over it, and over the rampart, and over the nuns hill opposite,where the convent lay, and the light gleamed forth from the nuns cell;he had known the nun right well, and he thought of her, and his heartbeat quicker as he thought. Ding-dong! ding-dong! Yes, this was the story the Bell THE AU-MANN LISTENING TO THE BELL. Into the tower came also the dapper man-servant of the bishop ; andwhen I, the Bell, who am made of metal, rang hard and loud, and swungto and fro, I might have beaten out his brains. He sat down closeunder me, and played with two little sticks as if they had been a stringedinstrument; and he sang to it. Now I may sing it out aloud, thoughat other times I may not whisper it. I may sing of everything that iskept concealed behind lock and bars. Yonder it is cold and wet. Therats are eating her up alive ! Nobody knows of it! Nobody hears ofit! Not even now, for the Bell is ringing and singing its loud Ding-dong! ding-dong! There was a King in those days ; they called him Canute. He bowedhimself before bishop and monk ; but when he offended the free peasants 542 Stories for the Household. with heavy taxes and hard words, they seized their weapons and put himto flight like a wild beast. He sought shelter in the church, and shu
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