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the most beautiful spot on God’s green earth, as it
is the aim of your longing heart when on far
journeys, as you cannot name it among strangers
without tears filling your eyes—up, cavaliers, and save
the glory of Ekeby! Well, but if the hammers of
Ekeby had rested, the six lesser foundries must have
been at work? There must be more than enough
iron, of course.
So Gösta Berling went to talk to the managers
of the six foundries.
Now, it must be remembered that he did not
think it worth while to go to Högfors on the
Björksjö River just above Ekeby. That lay so near that
it was as good as under the control of the cavaliers.
But he drove thirty miles or so north, till he came
to Lötafors. It was beautifully situated; there was
no doubt about that. The upper Löfven spread
out before it, and behind it stood Gurlita Cliff with
its steep ascending crest and its air of wilderness
and romance suited to an old mountain. But as for
the foundry, it certainly was n’t all it ought to be;
the fly-wheel was broken and had been so the whole
year. But why had it not been mended.?
“The carpenter, my dear friend—the carpenter,
who is the only man in the whole province who
could put it right, has been engaged at another
place. We could not forge a single ton of iron.”
“Well, why did you not send for him?”
“Send for him? As if we had not sent for him
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