est part of it, he saw an old man, with a long, white beard, hewing fiher. "Ciood evening." said he to him. Crood evening." returmed the old man, raising himself up from his work, and looking at him. "That is a fine ham you are carrying." On this, the poor man told him all about it. "It is lucky for you," said the old man, "that you have met with me. If you will take that ham into the land of the dwarfs, the entrance to which lies just under the roots of this tree, you can make a capital bargain with it; for the dwarfs are very fond of ham, and rarely get any. But mind what I say: you must not sell it for money, but demand for it, the old hand mill which stands behind the door. When you come back, I'll show you how to use it." The poor man thanked his new friend, who showed him the door under a stone below the roots of the tree, and by this dour he entered into the land of the dwarfs. No sooner had he set his foot in it, than the dwarfs swarmed about him, attracted by the smell of the hum. They offered him queer, old-fashioned money and gold and silver ore for it; but he refused all their tempting offers, and said that he would sell it only for the old hand mill behind the door. At this, the dwarfs held up their little old hands, and looked quite perplexed. "We cannot make a bargain, it seems" said the poor man, "so I'll bid you all a good day." The fragrance of the ham had by this time reached the remote parts of dwarf