The Complete Fairy Tales & Other Stories
By Hans Christian Andersen - online book

Oxford Complete Illustrated Edition all his stories written between 1835 and 1872.

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874                   THE SILVER SHILLING
that looked at me. " Why, whatever is that ? " he said. " That's one of our own country coins, a good honest shilling from my home, and they've bored a hole through him, and they call him false. Now, this is a curious circumstance. I must keep him and take him home with me."
1 A glow of joy thrilled through me when I heard myself called a good honest shilling ; and now I was to be taken home, where each and every one would know me, and be sure that I was real silver and properly coined. I could have thrown out sparks for very gladness ; but, after all, it's not in my nature to throw out sparks, for that -s the property of steel, not of silver.
' I was wrapped up in clean white paper, so that I should not be confounded with the other coins, and spent; and on festive occasions, when fellow countrymen met together, I was shown about, and they spoke very well of me : they said I was interesting—and it is wonderful how interesting one can be without saying a single word.
1 And at last I got home again. All my troubles were ended, joy came back to me, for I was of good silver, and had the right stamp, and I had no more disagreeables to endure, though a hole had been bored through me, as through a false coin; but that does not matter if one is not really false. One must wait for the end, and one will be righted at last—that's my belief/ said the Shilling.
Now we are up in Jutland, quite beyond the ' wild moor'. We hear what is called the' Western wow-wow'—the roar of the North Sea as it breaks against the western coast of Jutland—and we are quite near to it, but before us rises a great mound of sand—a mountain we have long seen, and towards which we are wending our way, driving slowly along through the deep sand. On this mountain of sand is a lofty old building—the convent of Borglum. In one of its wings (the larger one) there is still a church. And at this we arrive in the late evening hour ; but the weather is clear in the bright June night around us, and the eye can