| Father Rhine. | .003 |
| The impassive historian . | .004 |
| Vast forests as old as the world | .005 |
| The first pioneers. | .007 |
| The Celts were a people from India. | .009 |
| What happy people scholars are. | .010 |
| A horrible custom | .019 |
| Dead man’s trees. | .022 |
| The Druids now appear for the first time in Germany | .023 |
| The other chieftains were generally polygamists | .031 |
| Courts of justice were always held under an elm tree. | .032 |
| Attempt to murder the mayor . | .033 |
| Mistletoe an officinal and sacred plant | .035 |
| Gauls | .037 |
| Serpents’ knots | .038 |
| Prophetic trembling and neighing. | .041 |
| A Druid teacher . | .044 |
| The Germans were in full flight . | .046 |
| The bloody knife of the Druids | .052 |
| I turn my steps from the sacred precincts | .055 |
| Who are these other soldiers? | .057 |
| These laborers seem to suffer from some restraint | .058 |
| I look around for a resting-place . | .059 |
| A shepherd. | .060 |
| The guard of a sword, which had been driven into the ground | .061 |
| The shepherd,—as mournful as ever | .063 |
| Herds of swine are wallowing | .066 |
| A young wife bearing the burden of united household | .067 |
| Happiness consists in the fulfillment of duty . | .068 |
| Such were the ways of our fathers: rejoice in facing death. | .069 |
| The Druidical altars. | .070 |
| As there is no window I peep through the trap-door. | .072 |
| One of the chief men of the country . | .075 |
| She was a young Ionian girl, a country-woman of Aspasia | .080 |
| The boudoir of a Celtic lady. | .082 |
| The Druid-bard. | .085 |
| Death of Druids | .091 |
| A Druidess endowed with the gift of prophecy | .093 |
| The victorious march of the Romans | .094 |
| Her deities personified nothing but vices . | .096 |
| The Hercules—so called. | .098 |
| Mercury, the son of Jupiter . | .099 |
| “O Varus, Varus, bring me back my legions!” | .103 |
| Perhaps the old river remembered his grievances | .105 |
| They made him a king, the King of German rivers | .106 |
| He had already allowed Jupiter to cross | .107 |
| The vines began to adorn the banks of the river | .108 |
| Once more caresses had their hoped-for effect | .109 |
| He did his best to help everybody across. | .110 |
| Fnvolous and ill-mannered deities | .110 |
| The dauntless pirates will end by wearing white night-caps. | .113 |
| The great Northern Tempest | .115 |
| The German Druids gave way. | .117 |
| Iormungondur, the great sea serpent | .118 |
| The giant Ymer has been born. | .123 |
| The first men had been born with a telescope in their pocket? | .127 |
| Ymer was the first to succumb | .128 |
| After the giants came the turn of land and sea monsters | .129 |
| The new creation was assuming a more pleasing appearance. | .132 |
| Deer, eland, and aurochs were bounding in herds | .133 |
| Incessantly a tiny squirrel comes and goes. | .136 |
| A vulture perching upon the loftiest top of the sacred tree | .137 |
| Thor’s weighty hammer MjoÏner | .139 |
| The good Freyr seated at Odin’s table | .141 |
| Portrait of Freyr | .142 |
| Bragi and the beautiful Freya . | .147 |
| Return of the eagle with the three precious vessels | .149 |
| Balder, the bright god. | .151 |
| The wolf Fenris | .156 |
| Converse with each other by significative glances | .159 |
| They were the Norns | .160 |
| He took counsel with the Norns. | .162 |
| “To Egir, the seas and navigation”. | .164 |
| Gefione took her four sons and changed them into oxen | .165 |
| Jarl, the noble | .171 |
| The Valkyrias . | .175 |
| Beautiful nymphs of carnage | .176 |
| A very mammoth of a boar. | .180 |
| Feast in Scandinavian Paradise. | .181 |
| Hela, the pale goddess. | .185 |
| “Balder, fair Balder, is going to die”. | .189 |
| Loki succeeds in exhilarating even Odin himself | .191 |
| Balder is amused by the game. | .192 |
| When the mother told her pitiful tale the iron trees wept | .197 |
| The three sacred cocks announcing the Twilight of Greatness | .202 |
| The death of the gods | .208 |
| My VIIIth chapter is thus changed into a cenotaph | .211 |
| I like to glean a little where scholars have reaped | .214 |
| The two religions face to face. | .217 |
| Ovid reciting his “Metamorphoses” | .219 |
| Druidic worship suspended by the Romans | .220 |
| “Miserere mei, Jesu”. | .222 |
| Perkunos, Pikollos, and Potrympos | .224 |
| Puscatus,—a kind-hearted god | .226 |
| Monstrous reptiles accompany the gods to Germany. | .227 |
| He let his heavy mace fall upon a little town | .238 |
| The blacksmiths of Ilmarinnen | .239 |
| Marietta appeared in their midst. | .245 |
| “Do you think I am a man to be taken in ?”. | .251 |
| Horse-head, a la mode | .253 |
| The Undines mingled with the Tritons and the Naiads | .258 |
| Have transferred their Olympus to the Brocken | .259 |
| The Olympus of the North. | .263 |
| Able to see without being seen | .266 |
| Dance of the white fairies | .269 |
| The black fairies personify Nightmare . | .271 |
| An important personage with a will of his own . | .272 |
| Enormous toads are posted about.as watchmen | .279 |
| Elementary spirits of the water | .283 |
| Imaginary music . | .288 |
| The nix with the harp . | .289 |
| Schoolmaster’s son who had fallen in love with one of them. | .291 |
| He thought he saw a pale form arise from the waters | .294 |
| He rose suddenly and fled to another room . | .295 |
| The steward whispered some words in her ear . | .297 |
| Niord, the Scandinavian god . | .299 |
| This creature is Nixcobt. | .300 |
| The Vintner is hanged, and Nixcobt laughs heartily. | .302 |
| Four Prussian soldiers watching the water . | .305 |
| The Zotterais protected sheep . | .309 |
| The master has nothing to do. | .315 |
| Prefer to remember the Kobold a cheerful household companion. | .317 |
| The Zotterais as fond of stables as the Kobolds of kitchens | .319 |
| They are naturally easily tired . | .321 |
| The Killecroffs are children of the Devil . | .322 |
| His nurse has to be reinforced by two goats and a cow | .324 |
| The great Reformer, Dr. Martin Luther . | .326 |
| The fall of Killecroff | .331 |
| Giants and dwarfs | .335 |
| The last of the giants. | .337 |
| Grommelund and Ephesim | .339 |
| The humiliated giant. | .340 |
| Our good little dwarfs | .341 |
| He stood at first with his mouth wide open | .346 |
| A long and deep sigh of satisfaction. | .348 |
| Flight of the conspirators. | .353 |
| Kreiss slipped boldly into this vast and spacious cavity. | .354 |
| They fixed strong piles between the two rows of teeth | .355 |
| In his hand he held not a club but a lantern. | .357 |
| Kreiss compelled to leave his position by torrents of tears | .359 |
| The last two held each a long thorn in their hands. | .361 |
| Kreiss entering the great meeting hall. | .363 |
| Putskuchen was in love. | .364 |
| Ouadragant vanquished | .367 |
| The passing of the wizard . | .371 |
| Venus and TannhÀuser. | .390 |
| His ex-colleague Jupiter | .396 |
| The author pursues the subject | .399 |
| The conscientious collector of myths. | .401 |
| The Druidess transformed into an accursed witch | .406 |
| To return was as impossible as to proceed | .409 |
| She had rejoined her victims | .413 |
| He is the Lord Hackelberg | .417 |
| These ghosts can imitate all the motions of men | .421 |
| Farewell. | .423 |
