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Terror is a witch who sits in the twilight of the
forests, and composes magic songs for the ears of
men, and fills their hearts with awful thoughts. Of
these are born Fear, which burdens life and veils
the beauty of the smiling landscape. Malicious is
Nature, and treacherous as a sleeping serpent, and
never to be trusted. There lies the Löfven Lake in
splendid beauty, but trust it not, it lies in wait for
its prey; every year it must receive its tribute of the
drowned. There lies the forest, enchantingly
peaceful, but trust it not! The forest is full of wicked
beasts, possessed by the spirits of the witches and
the souls of murderous villains.
Trust not the brook with its sweet waters! It has
sickness and death for you, if you wade there after
sunset. Trust not the cuckoo, which calls so joyfully
in spring. In autumn it changes into a hawk with
cruel eyes and awful claws! Trust not the moss nor
the heather nor the ledge of rock: all Nature is
evil, possessed by invisible spirits which hate
mankind. There is no place where you can set your foot
securely, and it is marvellous that feeble humanity
can withstand so much persecution.
A witch is Terror. Does she still sit in the darkness
of the Värmland forests and sing her magic
songs? Does she still darken the beauty of the smiling
landscape and crush the joy of life? Great has her
power been, I know well, for I too have had steel
put into my cradle and a piece of charcoal into my
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