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Iron came from Stömme—iron came from Sölje.
The iron from Kynsberg wound its way through
the wilderness down to Vänern. It came from
Uddeholm and from Munkfors and from all the many
ironworks; but where was the iron from Ekeby?
Was not Ekeby by far the greatest of Värmland’s
foundries? Did no one guard the honor of the old
estate? As ashes before the wind it lay in the hands
of careless cavaliers. They led the dance over the
hills, and their foolish hearts took thought of little
else.
But the rapids and the rivers, the cutters and the
lighters, the harbors and the sluices wondered and
asked, “Is n’t the iron coming from Ekeby?” And
there was whispering and questioning from forest
to lake, from hill to dale, “Is n’t the iron coming
from Ekeby? Is there never any more iron coming
from Ekeby?”
And deep in the forest the charcoal-stack laughed,
and the big hammer-heads in the dark foundry
seemed to sneer; the coal mines opened their wide
mouths and roared with laughter, and the office-desk
in the merchant’s office in which the contract
lay twisted itself in contortions of glee. “Have you
heard of anything so funny? They have no iron at
Ekeby—the best of Värmland’s foundries has no
iron.”
Up, you careless, homeless cavaliers! Will you
let such shame overtake Ekeby? As you love this,
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