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in their smoky huts; the poor districts with two or
three people to the mile, where the pastor was the
only educated man in the place. The Broby parson
had lived in such a parish for more than twenty
years.
“They send us there when we are young,” said
Gösta. “It is impossible to bear the life there, and
then one is ruined for all the future. There are
many who have gone to destruction up there.”
“That is it,” said the parson; “loneliness destroys
one.”
“One comes there,” said Gösta, “eager and fiery,
and talks and persuades and thinks that all will
soon be well, and that the people will soon take to
better ways.”
“Yes, yes, just so.”
“But one soon sees that words are of little use.
Poverty stands in the way of any improvement.”
“Poverty,” repeated the Broby parson,
“poverty has ruined my life!”
“The young clergyman goes up there,” continued
Gösta, “as poor as all the rest, and he says to
the drunkard, ‘Leave your drinking!’”
“And the drunkard answers,” continued the
Broby parson, “‘Give me something better than
brandy! The drink is a fur covering in winter and
a cooling draught in summer. It means a warm hut
and a soft bed. Give me this, and I will drink no
more.’”
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