--- title: A Story From the Sand-hills, part 6 — Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen · full text with trees description: A Story From the Sand-hills, part 6, «Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen» by H. C. Andersen: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: The storm raged over the town of Skjagen; there had not been such a terrible tempest within the memory of the inhabit --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/) / A Story From the Sand-hills, part 6 # A Story From the Sand-hills, part 6 A Story From the Sand-hills, part 6 of «Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen» by H. C. 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Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself. - [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/1/) — The storm raged over the town of Skjagen; there had not been such a terrible tempest within the memory of the inhabitants, nor such a rough sea. - [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/2/) — But Jurgen was in the temple of God, and while the darkness of night reigned outside, a light arose in his soul that was never to depart from it; the heavy weight that pressed on his brain burst asunder. - [3](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/3/) — He fancied he heard the organ, but it was only the storm and the moaning of the sea. - [4](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/4/) — He sat down on one of the seats, and lo! the candies were lighted one by one, and there was brightness and grandeur such as he had only seen in the Spanish cathedral. - [5](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/5/) — The portraits of the old citizens became alive, stepped down from the walls against which they had hung for centuries, and took seats near the church door. - [6](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/6/) — The gates flew open, and all the dead people from the churchyard came in, and filled the church, while beautiful music sounded. - [7](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/7/) — Then the melody of the psalm burst forth, like the sound of the waters, and Jurgen saw that his foster parents from the Hunsby dunes were there, also old merchant Bronne with his wife and their daughter Clara, who gave him her hand. - [8](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/8/) — They both went up to the altar where they had knelt before, and the priest joined their hands and united them for life. - [9](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/9/) — Then music was heard again; it was wonderfully sweet, like a child's voice, full of joy and expectation, swelling to the powerful tones of a full organ, sometimes soft and sweet, then like the sounds of a tempest, delightful and elevating to hear, yet strong enough to burst the stone tombs of the dead. - [10](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/10/) — Then the little ship that hung from the roof of the choir was let down and looked wonderfully large and beautiful with its silken sails and rigging: - [11](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/11/) — "The ropes were of silk, the anchor of gold, And everywhere riches and pomp untold," - [12](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/12/) — as the old song says. - [13](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/13/) — The young couple went on board, accompanied by the whole congregation, for there was room and enjoyment for them all. - [14](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/14/) — Then the walls and arches of the church were covered with flowering junipers and lime trees breathing forth fragrance; the branches waved, creating a pleasant coolness; they bent and parted, and the ship sailed between them through the air and over the sea. - [15](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/15/) — Every candle in the church became a star, and the wind sang a hymn in which they all joined. " - [16](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/16/) — Through love to glory, no life is lost, the future is full of blessings and happiness. - [17](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/17/) — Hallelujah!" - [18](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/18/) — These were the last words Jurgen uttered in this world, for the thread that bound his immortal soul was severed, and nothing but the dead body lay in the dark church, while the storm raged outside, covering it with loose sand. - [19](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/19/) — The next day was Sunday, and the congregation and their pastor went to the church. - [20](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/20/) — The road had always been heavy, but now it was almost unfit for use, and when they at last arrived at the church, a great heap of sand lay piled up in front of them. - [21](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/21/) — The whole church was completely buried in sand. - [22](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/22/) — The clergyman offered a short prayer, and said that God had closed the door of His house here, and that the congregation must go and build a new one for Him somewhere else. - [23](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/23/) — So they sung a hymn in the open air, and went home again. - [24](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/24/) — Jurgen could not be found anywhere in the town of Skjagen, nor on the dunes, though they searched for him everywhere. - [25](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/25/) — They came to the conclusion that one of the great waves, which had rolled far up on the beach, had carried him away; but his body lay buried in a great sepulchre--the church itself. - [26](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/26/) — The Lord had thrown down a covering for his grave during the storm, and the heavy mound of sand lies upon it to this day. - [27](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/27/) — The drifting sand had covered the vaulted roof of the church, the arched cloisters, and the stone aisles. - [28](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/28/) — The white thorn and the dog rose now blossom above the place where the church lies buried, but the spire, like an enormous monument over a grave, can be seen for miles round. - [29](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/29/) — No king has a more splendid memorial. - [30](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/30/) — Nothing disturbs the peaceful sleep of the dead. - [31](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/163/31/) — I was the first to hear this story, for the storm sung it to me among the sand-hills. - ← previous: [A Story From the Sand-hills, part 5](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/162/) - next →: [The Saucy Boy](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/164/) - ↑ back to [Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/)