About a mile northwest from Järna Church was located, at one time, a
water mill, Snöåqvarn, belonging to the parishioners of Näs.
One Sunday morning, before the church of Järna had a priest of its own,
the chaplain of Näs set out for that place, and had just arrived at the
mill, when he saw a water man sitting in the rapids below it, playing
on a fiddle a psalm from a psalm book.
“What good do you think your playing will do you?” said the priest.
“You need expect no mercy!”
Sadly the figure ceased playing, and broke his fiddle in pieces,
whereupon the priest regretted his severe condemnation, and again
spoke:
“God knows, maybe, after all.”
“Is that so?” exclaimed the man in joy, “then I’ll pick up my pieces
and play better and more charmingly than before.”
To another mill in the same parish, Lindqvarn, near Lindsnäs, a peasant
came one time with his grist. Along in the night he thought he would go
and see if it was yet ground. He noticed on his arrival that the mill
was not running, and opened the wicket to the wheel-house to learn what
the matter might be, when he saw, glaring at him from the water below,
two eyes “as large as half moons.”
“The devil! what great eyes you have!” cried the peasant, but received
no reply.
“Whew! what monstrous eyes you have!” the peasant again cried; again no
answer.
Then he sprang into the mill, where he stirred up a large fire brand,
with which he returned.
“Are your eyes as large now?” he shouted through the wicket.
“Yes!” came in answer from the stream.
Hereupon the peasant ran the stick through a hole in the floor, where
the voice seemed to come from, and at once the wheel began to turn
again.