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He intended the potatoes for food and the rye for
seed; he had never thought of asking for malt.
He shouted to the people to leave the sacks
alone, but they would not listen to him.
“May the rye turn to sand in your mouths, and
the potatoes to stones in your throats,” he screamed
at last, exasperated at the way they were tearing at
the sacks of grain.
Then it seemed as if Captain Lennert had performed
a miracle. Two women, pulling at a bag,
tore a hole in it, and found it contained nothing but
sand—the men who had lifted the potato-sacks felt
how heavy they were, as if filled with stones.
It was sand and stones—all of it, nothing but
sand and stones. The people stood in silent awe
before the miracle-worker who had come to them.
Captain Lennert was dumb for a moment with
astonishment. Only strong Måns laughed.
“Row home, man,” said Captain Lennert,
“before the people find out that there never was
anything but sand in the sacks, or I fear they may sink
your boat for you.”
“I am not afraid.”
“Go, in any case,” said the Captain in such an
authoritative tone that Måns went. Then Captain
Lennert told the people that Sintram had cheated
them, but still they did not believe that a miracle
had not been performed. The noise of it spread
abroad, and, as the people’s love for the
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