The vanishing town inside Ebavere hill

Ebavere hill, three versts from Väike-Maarja church, once wore a famous hiis forest, and at its foot the old Estonians prayed. One night a herd boy watching horses lost his way and came to the foot of the hill, where a splendid town gate stood. "Come in, friend! Buy something in our town!" called the gatekeeper. In a shop the boy was given bast shoes, leather gloves and a belt, and in a grand tavern a measure of ale, and nobody took a kopeck. He lay down on the tavern bench. At dawn he woke under a big juniper bush. He would have called it a dream, but the shoes, gloves and belt lay under his head.