"The open sea, the brown heath, and the bushy moorland.

You should see the wild moor in Vendsyssel--that is an extent! Almost always wet mists float over its unapproachable interior, which is known to no one.

It is not yet fifty years since it served as an abode for wolves.

Often it bursts into flames, for it is impregnated with sulphuric gas,--one can see the fire for miles." "My sister Sophie ought to hear all this!" said Wilhelm.

"You would make your fortune with her! The dear girl! she has the best head at home, but she loves effect.