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heard. He heard the bell pealing and the roar of the
waters. He heard the thunder of the breaking ice,
the noise of the grinding timbers, the wild waves
roaring a scornful, jubilant song of freedom. And he
dashed out into the night, forgetting all else. They
might stand round the table with lifted glasses and
wait till doomsday; he cared no more for them. The
bride might wait, Squire Julius’s speech die on his
lips. No rings would be exchanged that night—the
paralyzing astonishment would not descend upon
the brilliant assembly.
Now, woe to you, you wild waves! You must fight
in earnest now for your freedom, for Gösta Berling
has come upon the scene, the people have found a
leader, courage awakens in the frightened hearts,
the defenders climb the breakwater: now begins a
mighty battle.
Hear him shout to the people; he takes command
and sets them all to work.
“We must have light, light, first of all; the miller’s
horn lantern is of no use here. See those straw-stacks;
take them up to the crest of the hill and set
fire to them. That is work for the women and children.
But quick, make a huge blazing pile of straw
and keep it afire! It will light our work, and call help
from far and near. And do not let it die out; bring
more straw; let clear flame flare to heaven!
“Here, men, is work for you. Here are beams
and planks, bind a dam together which we can sink
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