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fastened on, and, clad as if there were thirty degrees
of frost, he drove to church. He thought the sparks
flying beneath the runners were due to the severe
cold, the foam on the horse’s back he imagined to
be rime frost. He felt no warmth; he diffused cold
as the sun diffuses heat.
He drove over the wild plain north of the Bro
church, the road leading him through large
well-to-do villages and fields where the larks were
singing. I have never heard larks sing as they do over
those fields, and I have often wondered if he was
able to deaden his hearing against the voices of
those many hundred songsters.
There was much by the wayside that must have
angered him if he had given it a glance. He would
have seen two birches standing at the door of every
cottage, and, on looking through the windows, he
could have seen the walls and ceilings of the rooms
covered with garlands of flowers and green branches.
The meanest little beggar girl carried a bunch of
lilacs in her hand, and every peasant girl had a
bouquet of flowers wrapped carefully in her
handkerchief.
In the cottage yards the maypoles still stood
with their fallen flowers and withered garlands. The
grass around them was trampled, for there had been
dancing there during Midsummer night.
Down on the lake the timber-rafts covered the
surface of the Löfven. Their little sails were hoisted
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