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carrying with him an atmosphere of wealth and
splendor.
It was early when he started. It was Sunday, and
he heard the psalms being sung as he passed Bro
Church. Afterwards he turned into the lonely forest
road that led to Berga, Captain Uggla’s home, where
he intended to stop and dine.
Berga was not a rich man’s house. Hunger knew
the way to the Captain’s thatch-covered dwelling,
but he was received with jokes and laughter and
entertainment, with song, as all other guests were,
and he left as unwillingly as they did.
Old Mamsell Ulrika Dillner stood on the steps
to welcome Gösta as he drove up. She was the
housekeeper and managed the weaving-looms, and, as she
curtsied to him, the false curls which hung round
her brown old face danced with delight. She carried
him off to the parlor, and poured forth the story
of the changes and chances of the house and its
inmates.
Trouble was at the door; hard times reigned at
Berga. They had no horse-radish, even, to eat with
their salt meat, and Ferdinand and the girls had
yoked old Disa to a sledge and gone off to
Munkerud to borrow some. The Captain was out
shooting, and would probably bring home some tough
old hare which required more butter in the cooking
than it was worth. This was what he considered
“provisioning the family”! But, anyway, it was
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