"And wilt thou not grant us our civil request, proud stripling, and wilt
thou deny it?
By hell's ruddy blazes, our gold-handled knife shall lay thee for ever in
quiet."
And if my good luck had not manag'd it so, that the cock crew out, then,
in the distance,
I should have been murder'd by them, on the hill, without power to offer
resistance.
'T is therefore I counsel each young Danish swain, who may ride in the
forest so dreary,
Ne'er to lay down upon lone Elvir Hill though he chance to be ever so
weary.
WALDEMAR'S CHASE.
The following Ballad is merely a versification of one of the many feats
of Waldemar, the famed phantom hunter of the North, an account of whom,
and of Palnatoka and Groon the Jutt, both spectres of a similar
character, may be found in Thiele's Danske Folkesagn.
Late at eve they were toiling on Harribee bank,
For in harvest men ne'er should be idle:
Towards them rode Waldemar, meagre and lank,
And he linger'd and drew up his bridle.
"Success to your labour; and have ye to night
Seen any thing pass ye, while reaping?"
"Yes, yes;" said a peasant, "I saw something white,
Just now, through the corn-stubble creeping.
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