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(1921) Author: Sigrid Undset
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There was a wait of several minutes at
Frederikshald — time for a cup of coffee. Jenny hurried
along the platform; then suddenly she stopped to
listen. Somewhere, near by, a lark was singing overhead.
Once back in her compartment she leaned back in her corner
and closed her eyes, her heart heavy with longing for the
south.

The train rushed past small rocks of red granite, torn as it
were from the mountain range, and between them dazzling
glimpses of deep-blue fjords met the eye. Spruce trees clung
to the mountain-side, with the afternoon sun on their reddish
trunks and dark green, shiny needles. Everything in nature
seemed conspicuously clear and clean after its bath of melting
snow. The naked branches of foliferous trees stood out
distinctly against the thin air, and little streamlets gurgled
alongside the line.

It was all so different from the southern spring, with its
slow, sound breathing and softly blended colours — she missed
it so much. The sharp colouring now before her eyes reminded
her of other springs, when she had been filled with longing for
a joy far different from her present restful happiness.

Oh! for the spring out there, with the sprouting vegetation
on the immense plain and the firm, severe lines of the encircling
mountains, which man has robbed of their woods, to build
stone-grey cities on the spurs and plant olive groves on the
slopes. For thousands of years life has been teeming on the
sides of the mountain, borne by it in patience, yet it raises its
crown in eternal solitude and quiet towards heaven. Its proud
outlines and subdued green and silvery grey colouring, the

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