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The shop-boy still stood behind the counter,
leaned over it and greeted me; the stranger
took his hat off again – that was my day’s
employment in Sala.
Pardon me, thou silent town, which Gustavus
Adolphus built, where his young heart
felt the first emotions of love, and where the
silver lies in the deep shafts – that is to say,
outside the town, "in a flat, and not very
pleasant district."
I knew no one in the town; I had no one
to be my guide, so I accompanied the cows,
and came to the churchyard. The cows went
past, but I stepped over the stile, and stood
amongst the graves, where the grass grew high,
and almost all the tombstones lay with wornout
inscriptions. On a few only the date of
the year was legible. "Anno" – yes, what
then? And who rested here? Everything on
the stone was erased – blotted out like the
earthly life of those mortals that here were
earth in earth. What life’s dream have ye dead
played here in silent Sala?
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