“No，” replied the old woman， “But I saw yesterday eleven swans， with gold crowns on their heads， swimming on the river close by.” Then she led Eliza a little distance farther to a sloping bank， and at the foot of it wound a little river. The trees on its banks stretched their long leafy branches across the water towards each other， and where the growth prevented them from meeting naturally， the roots had torn themselves away from the ground， so that the branches might mingle their foliage as they hung over the water. Eliza bade the old woman farewell， and walked by the flowing river， till she reached the shore of the open sea. And there， before the young maiden's eyes， lay the glorious ocean， but not a sail appeared on its surface， not even a boat could be seen. How was she to go farther？ She noticed how the countless pebbles on the sea-shore had been smoothed and rounded by the action of the water. Glass， iron， stones， everything that lay there mingled together， had taken its shape from the same power， and felt as smooth， or even smoother than her own delicate hand. “The water rolls on without weariness，” she said， “till all that is hard becomes smooth； so will I be unwearied in my task. Thanks for your lessons， bright rolling waves； my heart tells me you will lead me to my dear brothers.” On the foam-covered sea-weeds， lay eleven white swan feathers， which she gathered up and placed together. Drops of water lay upon them； whether they were dew-drops or tears no one could say. Lonely as it was on the sea-shore， she did not observe it， for the ever-moving sea showed more changes in a few hours than the most varying lake could produce during a whole year. If a black heavy cloud arose， it was as if the sea said， “I can look dark and angry too；” and then the wind blew， and the waves turned to white foam as they rolled. When the wind slept， and the clouds glowed with the red sunlight， then the sea looked like a rose leaf. But however quietly its white glassy surface rested， there was still a motion on the shore， as its waves rose and fell like the breast of a sleeping child. When the sun was about to set， Eliza saw eleven white swans with golden crowns on their heads， flying towards the land， one behind the other， like a long white ribbon. Then Eliza went down the slope from the shore， and hid herself behind the bushes. The swans alighted quite close to her and flapped their GREat white wings. As soon as the sun had disappeared under the water， the feathers of the swans fell off， and eleven beautiful princes， Eliza's brothers， stood near her. She uttered a loud cry， for， although they were very much changed， she knew them immediately. She sprang into their arms， and called them each by name. Then， how happy the princes were at meeting their little sister again， for they recognized her， although she had grown so tall and beautiful. They laughed， and they wept， and very soon understood how wickedly their mother had acted to them all. “We brothers，” said the eldest， “fly about as wild swans， so long as the sun is in the sky； but as soon as it sinks behind the hills， we recover our human shape. Therefore must we always be near a resting place for our feet before sunset； for if we should be flying towards the clouds at the time we recovered our natural shape as men， we should sink deep into the sea. We do not dwell here， but in a land just as fair， that lies beyond the ocean， which we have to cross for a long distance； there is no island in our passage upon which we could pass， the night； nothing but a little rock rising out of the sea， upon which we can scarcely stand with safety， even closely crowded together. If the sea is rough， the foam dashes over us， yet we thank God even for this rock； we have passed whole nights upon it， or we should never have reached our beloved fatherland， for our flight across the sea occupies two of the longest days in the year. We have permission to visit out home once in every year， and to remain eleven days， during which we fly across the forest to look once more at the palace where our father dwells， and where we were born， and at the church， where our mother lies buried. Here it seems as if the very trees and bushes were related to us. The wild horses leap over the plains as we have seen them in our childhood. The charcoal burners sing the old songs， to which we have danced as children. This is our fatherland， to which we are drawn by loving ties； and here we have found you， our dear little sister.， Two days longer we can remain here， and then must we fly away to a beautiful land which is not our home； and how can we take you with us？ We have neither ship nor boat.”

　　“How can I break this spell？” said their sister. And then she talked about it nearly the whole night， only slumbering for a few hours. Eliza was awakened by the rustling of the swans' wings as they soared above. Her brothers were again changed to swans， and they flew in circles wider and wider， till they were far away； but one of them， the youngest swan， remained behind， and laid his head in his sister's lap， while she stroked his wings； and they remained together the whole day. Towards evening， the rest came back， and as the sun went down they resumed their natural forms. “To-morrow，” said one， “we shall fly away， not to return again till a whole year has passed. But we cannot leave you here. Have you courage to go with us？ My arm is strong enough to carry you through the wood； and will not all our wings be strong enough to fly with you over the sea？”

　　“Yes， take me with you，” said Eliza. then they spent the whole night in weaving a net with the pliant willow and rushes. It was very large and strong. Eliza laid herself down on the net， and when the sun rose， and her brothers again became wild swans， they took up the net with their beaks， and flew up to the clouds with their dear sister， who still slept. The sunbeams fell on her face， therefore one of the swans soared over her head， so that his broad wings might shade her. They were far from the land when Eliza woke. She thought she must still be dreaming， it seemed so strange to her to feel herself being carried so high in the air over the sea. By her side lay a branch full of beautiful ripe berries， and a bundle of sweet roots； the youngest of her brothers had gathered them for her， and placed them by her side. She smiled her thanks to him； she knew it was the same who had hovered over her to shade her with his wings. They were now so high， that a large ship beneath them looked like a white sea-gull skimming the waves. A GREat cloud floating behind them appeared like a vast mountain， and upon it Eliza saw her own shadow and those of the eleven swans， looking gigantic in size. Altogether it formed a more beautiful picture than she had ever seen； but as the sun rose higher， and the clouds were left behind， the shadowy picture vanished away. Onward the whole day they flew through the air like a winged arrow， yet more slowly than usual， for they had their sister to carry. The weather seemed inclined to be stormy， and Eliza watched the sinking sun with great anxiety， for the little rock in the ocean was not yet in sight. It appeared to her as if the swans were making great efforts with their wings. Alas！ she was the cause of their not advancing more quickly. When the sun set， they would change to men， fall into the sea and be drowned. Then she offered a prayer from her inmost heart， but still no appearance of the rock. Dark clouds came nearer， the gusts of wind told of a coming storm， while from a thick， heavy mass of clouds the lightning burst forth FLASH after flash. The sun had reached the edge of the sea， when the swans darted down so swiftly， that Eliza's head trembled； she believed they were falling， but they again soared onward. Presently she caught sight of the rock just below them， and by this time the sun was half hidden by the waves. The rock did not appear larger than a seal's head thrust out of the water. They sunk so rapidly， that at the moment their feet touched the rock， it shone only like a star， and at last disappeared like the last spark in a piece of burnt paper. Then she saw her brothers standing closely round her with their arms linked together. There was but just room enough for them， and not the smallest space to spare. The sea dashed against the rock， and covered them with spray. The heavens were lighted up with continual flashes， and peal after peal of thunder rolled. But the sister and brothers sat holding each other's hands， and singing hymns， from which they gained hope and courage. In the early dawn the air became calm and still， and at sunrise the swans flew away from the rock with Eliza. The sea was still rough， and from their high position in the air， the white foam on the dark green waves looked like millions of swans swimming on the water. As the sun rose higher， Eliza saw before her， floating on the air， a range of mountains， with shining masses of ice on their summits. In the centre， rose a castle apparently a mile long， with rows of columns， rising one above another， while， around it， palm-trees waved and flowers bloomed as large as mill wheels. She asked if this was the land to which they were hastening. The swans shook their heads， for what she beheld were the beautiful ever-changing cloud palaces of the “Fata Morgana，” into which no mortal can enter. Eliza was still gazing at the scene， when mountains， forests， and castles melted away， and twenty stately churches rose in their stead， with high towers and pointed gothic windows. Eliza even fancied she could hear the tones of the organ， but it was the music of the murmuring sea which she heard. As they drew nearer to the churches， they also changed into a fleet of ships， which seemed to be sailing beneath her； but as she looked again， she found it was only a sea mist gliding over the ocean. So there continued to pass before her eyes a constant change of scene， till at last she saw the real land to which they were bound， with its blue mountains， its cedar forests， and its cities and palaces. Long before the sun went down， she sat on a rock， in front of a large cave， on the floor of which the over-grown yet delicate green creeping plants looked like an embroidered carpet. “Now we shall expect to hear what you dream of to-night，” said the youngest brother， as he showed his sister her bedroom.