Chapter 103
A Story from the Sand-HillsTHIS story is from the sand-dunes or sand-hills of
Jutland, but it does not begin there in the North, but far away in
the South, in Spain. The wide sea is the highroad from nation to
nation; journey in thought; then, to sunny Spain. It is warm and
beautiful there; the fiery pomegranate flowers peep from among dark
laurels; a cool refreshing breeze from the mountains blows over the
orange gardens, over the Moorish halls with their golden cupolas
and coloured walls. Children go through the streets in procession
with candles and waving banners, and the sky, lofty and clear with
its glittering stars, rises above them. Sounds of singing and
castanets can be heard, and youths and maidens dance upon the
flowering acacia trees, while even the begg
