“It would seem, from all we know, old friend, that thou art right; yet I dreamed the thing so exactly to the minutest circumstance, more than three months ago, that I was to meet him on this very spot, and hear tidings of the greatest importance to me; that I could not refrain from trying whether there was any truth in it.”—“Truth, indeed!” replied the soldier; “why no one dreams more truly, as you may say, than I do: I had one dream I shall never forget. I can’t say how long back it was; but my good angel certainly appeared in the shape of a fine youth, with yellow curly hair, two wings upon his back, and took his place at my bed-side. “Listen, old Berthold,’ he said, ‘and lose not a word, if thou dost wish to be happy. Thou art fated to find a large treasure, and enjoy thyself for the rest of thy life. So go to-morrow, after sunset, with thy spade in thy hand; cross the river to thy right hand, pass all the houses, and the monastery of St. John, until thou reach a garden with four steps leading to it from the road. Wait there quietly, till the moon shines bright; then push with all thy might against the door, and it will open. Walk into the garden without the least fear; turn up a walk on thy left hand, overshaded with vines, and behind them thou wilt see a large apple tree. Well, step up to the stem of it, with thy face towards the moon. About two yards distant, thou wilt find two
