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soft tips. Then, too, he remembered how autumn
and winter would go over the weak little shoots
which had come up so late, and how sturdy and
brave they would be when spring came, and they
could begin growing in earnest. And his soldier
heart was gladdened at the thought of the stiff
stalks which would stand up so straight, yards high,
with fine speary heads. The tiny pistol-like plume
of the pistils would explode, and the powder of
the stamens mount to the hill-tops, and then, in
apparent strife and unrest, the ears would fill with
the soft, sweet kernels. And afterwards, when the
sickle cut them down, and the stalks fell, and the
threshing flails thundered over them, when the mill
ground the kernels to flour, and the flour was baked
into bread—oh, how much hunger would have
been stilled by the grain lying in the boat before
him.
Sintram’s carter pulled his boat to the landing-place
at Gurlita Cliff, and many famished people
came thronging to the shore. Then the boatman
said, as he had been instructed by his master:
“The master at Fors sends you malt and rye,
peasants. He has heard you are without gin.”
Then the people went mad. They rushed down to
the boat and even sprang into the water to snatch
at the bags and sacks, but this had never been
Captain Lennert’s intention. He, too, had landed—and
he grew angry when he saw this behavior.
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