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The Unknown Paradise. 83
homesteads were scattered everywhere over the land.
Soon the view changed, and the swan had to fly
higher, on account of the mountains.
Sombre woods of firs and pine trees whispered
below them; and down in the dells were little
streams of clear blue water, that sometimes ex-
panded into small lakes, round which graceful
young birch trees clustered.
“What is that yonder that glimmers from afar,
as if it were a vast plain of silver?”
“That is the queen of the lakes!” answered the
swan ; and when they flew across it, Harold heard the
rustling of the waves as they were dancing around
the island that lay in the midst of it, like a bathing
nymph, clad in the verdure of early spring.
They soared onward over immense forests and
fertile plains ; and not before they had reached the
shore of the lake with the thousand islands did
the swan lower his flight to the earth.
“Here we will rest during the night,” said the
swan ; “but why is it that you have tears glistening
in your eyes?”
“JT shed tears for very joy of the beautiful things
I have seen to-day!” said Harold; “I had never
even dreamt of anything so glorious.”
“To-morrow I will show you still more of my
paradise.”
And then they fell asleep together on their soft
mossy bed; and Harold dreamt during the night
that he was in the land of the golden orange
groves, but that he, like the swan, longed for the
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