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One can but pity the lonely old refugee in the
cavaliers’ wing without a country or a people; he
who never hears the sound of his mother tongue,
he who will some day have a nameless grave in the
Bro churchyard.
Oh, Cousin Kristoffer, you have been sitting
dreaming long enough ! Up and drink the
sparkling wine of life! Know that a letter has come to the
Major this very day, a royal letter bearing the seal
of Sweden. Though addressed to the Major, it
concerns you, old eagle. It would be a delight to watch
you when you read that letter, to see your head lift
and your eye regain its wonted brightness, as the
cage door opens and you see the wide heavens
spread for your longing wings.
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