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keg, which he made  signs  to  Mm  to  carry, and  then  silently
                          motioned  him  to  follow  him.      Peter went  up  several  steps,
                          when he  found himself in a court-yard walled in by high rocks,
                          and overshadowed by thick trees, through which a faint twilight
                          was  barely  struggling.  Here he  found  twelve  grave  knights
                          playing- at nine-pins, on  a  smooth, cool bowling-green, without
                          exchanging a word.       PeteT was  silently enjoined to lift up the
                          hall.
                             At first his knees  knocked against each other  with fright,  as
                          he obeyed the injunction, and cast a stolen  glance at the strange
                          faces and  time-worn garments  of  the  noble  knights;  but  by
                          degrees  he  grew bolder, and  looked  about  him  with  a  more
                          confident air, and at length ventured to drink out of a can that
                          was  set  down  beside  him,  containing  the  most  fragrant  wine.
                          He  now  felt  quite  revived;  and  as  often  as  he  grew  tired
                          again,  he  sought  fresh  strength  from  the  never-failing  con­
                          tents of the can.  At last, howeveT,  he was overpowered by sleep.
                             On waking, he found himself in the green enclosure where he
                          used to  fold  his  goats  at  nightfall.  He  rubbed  his  eyes, but
                          neither dog nor goats could he perceive;  and he was somewhat
                          surprised at seeing the grass had shot up to  an amazing  height,
                          as well as at the sight of several trees and bushes, which he had
                          never  remarked  before.  He shook his  head as he wended his
                          way through the paths  and uplands  which he was in the  daily
                          habit of crossing;  yet no where  could he discern  any traces of
                          his goats.    Below him  lay the village of  Sifctendorf,  as usual,
                          and he hastened dcrwn to tnake  inquiries after his lost flock.
                             The  people  he  met  on  his  way  to  the  village  Were  all
                          unknown  to  him,  and  were  differently  dtessed,  and  spoke
                          differently, from his acquaintance;  and  they all  stared at him
                          too, when  he inquired  after  his  goats, and took  hold of  their
                          chins.  At last he involuntarily did  the same, when  he  found,
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