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242 NETHERLANDISH TRADITIONS.<br />

'^<br />

eyes lias gone up stairs, oh the dog "<br />

! ^^liat means<br />

all this ? '^ said the mother, opening the door, when a large<br />

dog darted down the stairs, passed by her and sprang out<br />

of<br />

^'<br />

the house. Lord preserve us, the devil ''<br />

! cried the<br />

woman<br />

*^<br />

; but the girl exclaimed with delight : He has<br />

" All crossed themselves,<br />

brought me my chain back !<br />

and went upstairs, and searched, but found nothing \<br />

every chest, every closet, even the beds were rummaged,<br />

but no chain appeared. At length said the woman :<br />

'^<br />

Stop : in the garret there are the sacks of apples, which<br />

we had carried up yesterday from the garden ; it may be<br />

in one of them.^^<br />

" You are certainly very silly," said the<br />

daughter laughing; but the mother replied: ^^Who can<br />

know ? Nothing is lost by seeking." And the woman<br />

was right ; for at the bottom of one of the sacks the chain<br />

was found folded up in paper.<br />

THE LANDMARK REMOVED.<br />

Near the village of Vierzel there<br />

dwelt in former times<br />

a peasant, who was so impelled by the desire of increasing<br />

his land that he removed the boundary-posts that separated<br />

his fields from those of his neighbour, and thereby<br />

stole a considerable piece of land. The neighbour was a<br />

heartily good man, who suspected no one of evil, and<br />

therefore never w^as sensible of the other^s dishonesty.<br />

Thus the peasant enjoyed the fruits of his robbery as long<br />

as he lived. But now came his hour of death, and so unexpectedly<br />

that he had no opportunity to<br />

confess his sins.<br />

After his decease, the peasants of the neighbourhood saw<br />

him every night, between the hours of twelve and one,<br />

running through the field, bearing a heavy stake on his<br />

back, and crying incessantly "<br />

: Where shall I set it ?<br />

Where shall I leave " it ?<br />

He had long been running about in this manner, when<br />

it chanced that a drunken peasant, who was passing

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