I will tell the story of three of these visits, and will reproduce

his own words whenever I can remember them.

Among the books which I had lately lent Ole, was one which had

greatly rejoiced and occupied him. It was a geological book,

containing an account of the boulders.

"Yes, they're rare old fellows, those boulders!" he said; "and

to think that we should pass them without noticing them! And over

the street pavement, the paving stones, those fragments of the