"The parson drove over to Falun in two days, and there he had to wait another whole day because the mining expert was away. Finally, he ran across him and showed him the bits of ore. The mining expert took them in his hand. He looked at them first, then at the parson. The parson related how he had found them in a mountain at home in his parish, and wondered if it might not be lead. "'No, it's not lead,' said the mining expert. "'Perhaps it is zinc, then?' asked the parson. "'Nor is it zinc,' said the mineralogist. "The parson thought that all the hope within him sank. He had not been so depressed in many a long day. "'Have you many stones like these in your parish?' asked the mineralogist. "'We have a whole mountain full,' said the parson. "Then the mineralogist came up closer, slapped the parson on the shoulder, and said, 'Let us see that you make such good use of this that it will prove a blessing both to yourselves and to the country, for this is silver.' "'Indeed?' said the parson, feeling his way. 'So it is silver!' "The mineralogist began telling him how he should go to work to get legal rights to the mine and gave him many valuable suggestions; but the parson stood there dazed and didn't listen to what he was saying. He was only thinking of how wonderful it was that at home in his poor parish stood a whole mountain of silver ore, waiting for him." The King raised his head so suddenly that the parson stopped short in his narrative. "It turned out, of course, that when he got home and began working the mine, he saw that the mineralogist had only been fooling him," said the King. "Oh, no, the mineralogist had not fooled him," said the parson. "You may continue," said the King, as he settled himself more comfortably in the chair to listen. "When the parson was at home again and was driving through the parish," continued the clergyman, "he thought that first of all he should inform his partners of the value of their find. And as he drove alongside the innkeeper Sten Stensson's place, he intended to drive up to the house to tell him they had found silver. But when he stopped outside the gate, he noticed that a broad path of evergreen was strewn all the way up to the doorstep. "'Who has died in this place?' asked the parson of a boy who stood leaning against the fence. "'The innkeeper himself,' answered the boy. Then he let the clergyman know that the innkeeper had drunk himself full every day for a week. 'Oh, so much brandy, so much brandy has been drunk here!' "'How can that be?' asked the parson. 'The innkeeper used never to drink himself full.' "'Oh,' said the boy, 'he drank because he said he had found a mine. He was very rich. He should never have to do anything now but drink, he said. Last night he drove off, full as he was, and the wagon turned over and he was killed.'