Here is nothing for the stranger to see, nothing except a grave--that of the thinker Birckner.

The friends drove to the public-house on the strand.

No human being met them in the street except a boy, who rung a hand-bell.
"That calls to church," said Wilhelm.

"Because there are no bells in the tower, they have here such a wandering bell-ringer as this.

Holla! there lies the inn!" "Baron Wilhelm!" cried a strong voice, and a man in a green jacket with pockets in the breast, the mighty riding-boots splashed above the tops, and with whip in hand, approached them, pulled his horse-hair cap, and extended his hand to Wilhelm.
"The Kammerjunker from Funen!" said Wilhelm; "my mother's neighbor, one of the most industrious and rich noblemen in all Funen." "You will come one of the first days to me!" said the Kammerjunker; "you shall try my Russian steam-bath: I have erected one upon my estate.