Journeys Through Bookland Volume Ii Part 61

He had scarcely got out to sea before he determined to set the mill to work. "Now, mill, grind salt," said he; "grind salt with all your might!--Salt, salt, and nothing but salt!" The mill began to grind, and the sailors to fill the sacks; but these were soon full, and in spite of all that could be done, it began to fill the s.h.i.+p.

The dishonest merchant was now very much frightened. What was to be done? The mill would not stop grinding; and at last the s.h.i.+p was overloaded, and down it went, making a great whirlpool where it sank.

The s.h.i.+p went to pieces; but the mill stands on the bottom of the sea, and keeps grinding out "salt, salt, nothing but salt!" That is the reason, say the peasants of Denmark and Norway, why the sea is salt.