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there suffered great hardships ;<br />

DANISH TRADITIONS. 123<br />

but that one night he liad<br />

dreamed that a man came to him and said: "Dost thou<br />

still hold thy father dear V and on his answering "Yes/'<br />

it was as if all chains and walls were broken. During<br />

this narrative happening to raise his hand to his neck, he<br />

found that a piece of the iron chain still remained there.<br />

At this they were struck dumb with amazement, and went<br />

to Lynge, where they hung the piece of chain up in the<br />

church as a memorial.<br />

Not far from Soro is the village of Pedersborg, a little<br />

beyond which is another called Lynge. Between these<br />

two places there is a mount called Brondhoi, which is said<br />

to be inhabited by Troll-folk. Among these there was an<br />

old jealous Troll, on whom the others had bestowed the<br />

name of Knurremurre; because through him there was<br />

often dissension and ill-feeling in the mount. It once<br />

reached the ears of this old Knurremurre that there was too<br />

close an intimacy between his young wife and a young Troll,<br />

which the old Troll took so much amiss that he threatened<br />

the life of the other, who consequently deemed it advisable<br />

to flee from the mount, and betake himself, transformed<br />

into a yellow cat, to the village of Lynge, under which<br />

form he ingratiated himself with a poor housekeeper named<br />

Piatt. With him he lived a considerable time, got milk<br />

and porridge every day, and lay from morning till<br />

night<br />

in the easy-chair behind the stove. One evening Piatt<br />

came home just as puss in his usual place was lapping<br />

some porridge and licking the pot. " Well, mother,^'<br />

said the man, " I will now tell thee what happened to me<br />

on my way home. As I was passing by Brondhoi, a Troll<br />

came out and called to me, saying :<br />

tell your cat that Knurremurre is dead.' ''<br />

^ Holla you, Piatt<br />

!<br />

At these words<br />

the cat rose on his hind legs, let the pot roll and said,<br />

g2

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