"But there came no answer; and so he was sure she was a huldre. He gave up tending cattle; but it was all the same; wherever he went, and whatever he did, he was all the while thinking of the beautiful huldre who blew on the horn. Soon he could bear it no longer; and one moonlight evening when all were asleep, he stole away into the forest, which stood there all dark at the bottom, but with its tree-tops bright in the moonbeams. He sat down on the cliff, and called-- 'Run forward, my huldre; my love has o'ercome me; My life is a burden; no longer hide from me.' "The lad looked and looked; but she didn't appear. Then he heard something moving behind him; he turned round and saw a big black bear, which came forward, squatted on the ground and looked at him. But he ran away from the cliff and through the forest as fast as his legs could carry him: if the bear followed him, he didn't know, for he didn't turn round till he lay safely in bed. "'It was one of her herd,' the lad thought; 'it isn't worth while to go there any more;' and he didn't go. "Then, one day, while he was chopping wood, a girl came across the yard who was the living picture of the huldre: but when she drew nearer, he saw it wasn't she. Over this he pondered much. Then he saw the girl coming back, and again while she was at a distance she seemed to be the huldre, and he ran to meet her; but as soon as he came near, he saw it wasn't she. "After this, wherever the lad was--at church at dances, or any other parties--the girl was, too; and still when at a distance she seemed to be the huldre, and when near she was somebody else. Then he asked her whether she was the huldre or not, but she only laughed at him. 'One may as well leap into it as creep into it,' the lad thought; and so he married the girl. "But the lad had hardly done this before he ceased to like the girl: when he was away from her he longed for her; but when he was with her he yearned for some one he did not see. So the lad behaved very badly to his wife; but she suffered in silence. "Then one day when he was out looking for his horses, he came again to the cliff; and he sat down and called out-- 'Like fairy moonlight, to me thou seemest; Like Midsummer-fires, from afar thou gleamest.' "He felt that it did him good to sit there; and afterwards he went whenever things were wrong at home. His wife wept when he was gone. "But one day when he was sitting there, he saw the huldre sitting all alive on the other side blowing her horn. He called over-- 'Ah, dear, art thou come! all around thee is shining! Ah, blow now again! I am sitting here pining.' "Then she answered-- 'Away from thy mind the dreams I am blowing; Thy rye is all rotting for want of mowing.' "But then the lad felt frightened and went home again. Ere long, however, he grew so tired of his wife that he was obliged to go to the forest again, and he sat down on the cliff. Then was sung over to him--