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maddened by hunger. Why should the bear alone
slumber? May he arise and feel how sharply the frost
nips, and how heavy it is to walk in the deep snow!
He has bedded himself in so well, he is like the
sleeping princess in the fairy tale. As she was
awakened to life by love, so he will be awakened by the
spring, by a sunbeam which finds its way between
the branches and warms his nose, by some drops
of water from the melting snowdrift which
penetrates his fur coat. Woe to him who disturbs him
before that time!
If only any one had inquired how the forest king
wished to be awakened! If a shower of hail had
not whisked suddenly between the branches and
found its way into his skin like a horde of angry
mosquitoes!
He heard sudden shouts and a great noise and
shots. He flung the sleep from his limbs, and tore
aside the branches to see what was the matter. There
was work for the old fighting champion. It was not
spring shouting and roaring outside his lair, nor
could it be the wind, which sometimes threw the
pine trees over and whirled the snow about, but it
was the cavaliers—the cavaliers from Ekeby.
They were old acquaintances. He well remembered
the night when Beerencreutz and Fuchs sat
in ambush in a Nygård cowshed, where a visit was
expected from him. They had just fallen asleep over
their gin flasks, but woke up to find he was
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