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BIOGRAPHY. 81
so that she could have joined her countrymen to fight
against the general disturber of peace and oppressor of
nations; she wanted to fight for her native country ;
longed to distinguish herself to win renown and glory.
She felt that she would not be wanting in courage, if she
could only get over to Germany. ‘There she would dis-
guise herself ; perhaps be made page to the Crown-Prince.
With her head full of these dreams, and how, to begin
with, she was to get to Stockholm, she one day took her
little shawl upon her arm, and set out upon the high road
to the capital, in the hope that some chance — but of what
kind she did not know — might favor her design. She got
no farther this time than to the so-called “ “red gate,”
short distance from Arsta. ‘Thence she returned home,
unhappy that she had failed in her attempt, and revealed
to me in the evening all her plans. I prayed her by all
means not to entertain such a silly idea, representing to
her that she could do nothing as a warrior ; and I spoke of
the sorrow which she would cause our parents. But she
was not at all convinced that she could not, with the cour-
age which she felt herself to possess, distinguish herself in
war ; and once again in the summer she set out, trusting
that chance this time would be more favorable to her.
She continued her march about a mile. Here she re-
mained standing for nearly half an hour, in the expectation
of seeing some family with whom she might be allowed to
go to town. Disappointed in this hope, she returned
home. ‘“ No carriage, not even a cat,” had she seen during
her walk. A long time did these warlike notions occupy
her mind, but at last they gradually died away.
In the large dining-room in my parents’ house in town,
a luncheon-table was always spread for my father at eleven
o’clock. It stood in a corner near the door opening from
“Bonne Amie’s” room. Upon this table, covered with
several delicacies on small dishes, we trespassed on several
occasions. We suffered afterwards many pangs of con-
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