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  THERE was once a girl who trod on a loaf to avoid soiling

  her shoes, and the misfortunes that happened to her in

  consequence are well known. Her name was Inge; she was a poor

  child, but proud and presuming, and with a bad and cruel

  disposition. When quite a little child she would delight in

  catching flies, and tearing off their wings, so as to make

  creeping things of them. When older, she would take

  cockchafers and beetles1, and stick pins through them. Then she

  pushed a green leaf, or a little scrap2 of paper towards their

  feet, and when the poor creatures would seize it and hold it

  fast, and turn over and over in their struggles to get free

  from the pin, she would say, "The cockchafer is reading; see

  how he turns over the leaf." She grew worse instead of better

  with years, and, unfortunately, she was pretty, which caused

  her to be excused, when she should have been sharply reproved.

  "Your headstrong will requires severity to conquer it,"

  her mother often said to her. "As a little child you used to

  trample3 on my apron4, but one day I fear you will trample on my

  heart." And, alas5! this fear was realized.

  Inge was taken to the house of some rich people, who lived

  at a distance, and who treated her as their own child, and

  dressed her so fine that her pride and arrogance6 increased.

  When she had been there about a year, her patroness said

  to her, "You ought to go, for once, and see your parents,

  Inge."

  So Inge started to go and visit her parents; but she only

  wanted to show herself in her native place, that the people

  might see how fine she was. She reached the entrance of the

  village, and saw the young laboring7 men and maidens8 standing9

  together chatting, and her own mother amongst them. Inge's

  mother was sitting on a stone to rest, with a fagot of sticks

  lying before her, which she had picked up in the wood. Then

  Inge turned back; she who was so finely dressed she felt

  ashamed of her mother, a poorly clad woman, who picked up wood

  in the forest. She did not turn back out of pity for her

  mother's poverty, but from pride.

  Another half-year went by, and her mistress said, "you

  ought to go home again, and visit your parents, Inge, and I

  will give you a large wheaten loaf to take to them, they will

  be glad to see you, I am sure."

  So Inge put on her best clothes, and her new shoes, drew

  her dress up around her, and set out, stepping very carefully,

  that she might be clean and neat about the feet, and there was

  nothing wrong in doing so. But when she came to the place

  where the footpath10 led across the moor11, she found small pools

  of water, and a great deal of mud, so she threw the loaf into

  the mud, and trod upon it, that she might pass without wetting

  her feet. But as she stood with one foot on the loaf and the

  other lifted up to step forward, the loaf began to sink under

  her, lower and lower, till she disappeared altogether, and

  only a few bubbles on the surface of the muddy pool remained

  to show where she had sunk. And this is the story.

  But where did Inge go? She sank into the ground, and went

  down to the Marsh12 Woman, who is always brewing13 there.

  The Marsh Woman is related to the elf maidens, who are

  well-known, for songs are sung and pictures painted about

  them. But of the Marsh Woman nothing is known, excepting that

  when a mist arises from the meadows, in summer time, it is

  because she is brewing beneath them. To the Marsh Woman's

  brewery14 Inge sunk down to a place which no one can endure for

  long. A heap of mud is a palace compared with the Marsh

  Woman's brewery; and as Inge fell she shuddered15 in every limb,

  and soon became cold and stiff as marble. Her foot was still

  fastened to the loaf, which bowed her down as a golden ear of

  corn bends the stem.

  An evil spirit soon took possession of Inge, and carried

  her to a still worse place, in which she saw crowds of unhappy

  people, waiting in a state of agony for the gates of mercy to

  be opened to them, and in every heart was a miserable16 and

  eternal feeling of unrest. It would take too much time to

  describe the various tortures these people suffered, but

  Inge's punishment consisted in standing there as a statue,

  with her foot fastened to the loaf. She could move her eyes

  about, and see all the misery17 around her, but she could not

  turn her head; and when she saw the people looking at her she

  thought they were admiring her pretty face and fine clothes,

  for she was still vain and proud. But she had forgotten how

  soiled her clothes had become while in the Marsh Woman's

  brewery, and that they were covered with mud; a snake had also

  fastened itself in her hair, and hung down her back, while

  from each fold in her dress a great toad18 peeped out and

  croaked like an asthmatic poodle. Worse than all was the

  terrible hunger that tormented20 her, and she could not stoop to

  break off a piece of the loaf on which she stood. No; her back

  was too stiff, and her whole body like a pillar of stone. And

  then came creeping over her face and eyes flies without wings;

  she winked21 and blinked, but they could not fly away, for their

  wings had been pulled off; this, added to the hunger she felt,

  was horrible torture.

  "If this lasts much longer," she said, "I shall not be

  able to bear it." But it did last, and she had to bear it,

  without being able to help herself.

  A tear, followed by many scalding tears, fell upon her

  head, and rolled over her face and neck, down to the loaf on

  which she stood. Who could be weeping for Inge? She had a

  mother in the world still, and the tears of sorrow which a

  mother sheds for her child will always find their way to the

  child's heart, but they often increase the torment19 instead of

  being a relief. And Inge could hear all that was said about

  her in the world she had left, and every one seemed cruel to

  her. The sin she had committed in treading on the loaf was

  known on earth, for she had been seen by the cowherd from the

  hill, when she was crossing the marsh and had disappeared.

  When her mother wept and exclaimed, "Ah, Inge! what grief

  thou hast caused thy mother" she would say, "Oh that I had

  never been born! My mother's tears are useless now."

  And then the words of the kind people who had adopted her

  came to her ears, when they said, "Inge was a sinful girl, who

  did not value the gifts of God, but trampled22 them under her

  feet."

  "Ah," thought Inge, "they should have punished me, and

  driven all my naughty tempers out of me."

  A song was made about "The girl who trod on a loaf to keep

  her shoes from being soiled," and this song was sung

  everywhere. The story of her sin was also told to the little

  children, and they called her "wicked Inge," and said she was

  so naughty that she ought to be punished. Inge heard all this,

  and her heart became hardened and full of bitterness.

  But one day, while hunger and grief were gnawing23 in her

  hollow frame, she heard a little, innocent child, while

  listening to the tale of the vain, haughty24 Inge, burst into

  tears and exclaim, "But will she never come up again?"

  And she heard the reply, "No, she will never come up

  again."

  "But if she were to say she was sorry, and ask pardon, and

  promise never to do so again?" asked the little one.

  "Yes, then she might come; but she will not beg pardon,"

  was the answer.

  "Oh, I wish she would!" said the child, who was quite

  unhappy about it. "I should be so glad. I would give up my

  doll and all my playthings, if she could only come here again.

  Poor Inge! it is so dreadful for her."

  These pitying words penetrated25 to Inge's inmost heart, and

  seemed to do her good. It was the first time any one had said,

  "Poor Inge!" without saying something about her faults. A

  little innocent child was weeping, and praying for mercy for

  her. It made her feel quite strange, and she would gladly have

  wept herself, and it added to her torment to find she could

  not do so. And while she thus suffered in a place where

  nothing changed, years passed away on earth, and she heard her

  name less frequently mentioned. But one day a sigh reached her

  ear, and the words, "Inge! Inge! what a grief thou hast been

  to me! I said it would be so." It was the last sigh of her

  dying mother.

  After this, Inge heard her kind mistress say, "Ah, poor

  Inge! shall I ever see thee again? Perhaps I may, for we know

  not what may happen in the future." But Inge knew right well

  that her mistress would never come to that dreadful place.

  Time-passed- a long bitter time- then Inge heard her name

  pronounced once more, and saw what seemed two bright stars

  shining above her. They were two gentle eyes closing on earth.

  Many years had passed since the little girl had lamented26 and

  wept about "poor Inge." That child was now an old woman, whom

  God was taking to Himself. In the last hour of existence the

  events of a whole life often appear before us; and this hour

  the old woman remembered how, when a child, she had shed tears

  over the story of Inge, and she prayed for her now. As the

  eyes of the old woman closed to earth, the eyes of the soul

  opened upon the hidden things of eternity27, and then she, in

  whose last thoughts Inge had been so vividly28 present, saw how

  deeply the poor girl had sunk. She burst into tears at the

  sight, and in heaven, as she had done when a little child on

  earth, she wept and prayed for poor Inge. Her tears and her

  prayers echoed through the dark void that surrounded the

  tormented captive soul, and the unexpected mercy was obtained

  for it through an angel's tears. As in thought Inge seemed to

  act over again every sin she had committed on earth, she

  trembled, and tears she had never yet been able to weep rushed

  to her eyes. It seemed impossible that the gates of mercy

  could ever be opened to her; but while she acknowledged this

  in deep penitence29, a beam of radiant light shot suddenly into

  the depths upon her. More powerful than the sunbeam that

  dissolves the man of snow which the children have raised, more

  quickly than the snowflake melts and becomes a drop of water

  on the warm lips of a child, was the stony30 form of Inge

  changed, and as a little bird she soared, with the speed of

  lightning, upward to the world of mortals. A bird that felt

  timid and shy to all things around it, that seemed to shrink

  with shame from meeting any living creature, and hurriedly

  sought to conceal31 itself in a dark corner of an old ruined

  wall; there it sat cowering32 and unable to utter a sound, for

  it was voiceless. Yet how quickly the little bird discovered

  the beauty of everything around it. The sweet, fresh air; the

  soft radiance of the moon, as its light spread over the earth;

  the fragrance33 which exhaled34 from bush and tree, made it feel

  happy as it sat there clothed in its fresh, bright plumage.

  All creation seemed to speak of beneficence and love. The bird

  wanted to give utterance35 to thoughts that stirred in his

  breast, as the cuckoo and the nightingale in the spring, but

  it could not. Yet in heaven can be heard the song of praise,

  even from a worm; and the notes trembling in the breast of the

  bird were as audible to Heaven even as the psalms36 of David

  before they had fashioned themselves into words and song.

  Christmas-time drew near, and a peasant who dwelt close by

  the old wall stuck up a pole with some ears of corn fastened

  to the top, that the birds of heaven might have feast, and

  rejoice in the happy, blessed time. And on Christmas morning

  the sun arose and shone upon the ears of corn, which were

  quickly surrounded by a number of twittering birds. Then, from

  a hole in the wall, gushed37 forth38 in song the swelling39 thoughts

  of the bird as he issued from his hiding place to perform his

  first good deed on earth,- and in heaven it was well known who

  that bird was.

  The winter was very hard; the ponds were covered with ice,

  and there was very little food for either the beasts of the

  field or the birds of the air. Our little bird flew away into

  the public roads, and found here and there, in the ruts of the

  sledges, a grain of corn, and at the halting places some

  crumbs41. Of these he ate only a few, but he called around him

  the other birds and the hungry sparrows, that they too might

  have food. He flew into the towns, and looked about, and

  wherever a kind hand had strewed42 bread on the window-sill for

  the birds, he only ate a single crumb40 himself, and gave all

  the rest to the rest of the other birds. In the course of the

  winter the bird had in this way collected many crumbs and

  given them to other birds, till they equalled the weight of

  the loaf on which Inge had trod to keep her shoes clean; and

  when the last bread-crumb had been found and given, the gray

  wings of the bird became white, and spread themselves out for

  flight.

  "See, yonder is a sea-gull!" cried the children, when they

  saw the white bird, as it dived into the sea, and rose again

  into the clear sunlight, white and glittering. But no one

  could tell whither it went then although some declared it flew

  straight to the sun.

  THE END

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