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for whose sake the forest sighs and the mountains
weep!
It was a memorable year, the year that the cavallers
managed Ekeby. It seems to me as if the
noise of men had disturbed the peace of the dead
things of the world. How can I describe the infection
that spread over the land? One might imagine
that the cavaliers were the gods of the country side,
and that everything was infected with their spirit—a
spirit of wild thoughts and mad adventures.
If it were possible to write all that took place
during that year among the people on the shores
of the Löfven, it would amaze a world. For old
love awoke, and new was kindled. Old hate blossomed
again, and long-cherished revenge clutched
its victim. One and all rose in the desire to grasp
at the sweetness of life: dancing and playing,
gambling and carousal, were what they longed for, and
that which was hidden in the depths of men’s souls
became manifest.
This contagion of restlessness emanated from
Ekeby; it spread first to the foundries and the
gentry’s mansions, and drove the people there to
sin and ruin. We can follow it so far, because the old
among us cherish the remembrance of what took
place at some of the large estates, but we know very
little of its efFect among the people. Still none can
doubt that the unrest of the times crept from village
to village, from hut to hut.
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