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(1860) [MARC] Author: Horace Marryat
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74

HORSENS.

Chap. V.

turning a watermill with overshot wooden wheels, black
with age, tossing the spray into the air; now a waste
heath, now a secluded nook where woodcutters saw their
wood. The forest is carpeted with the green trefoil
leaves of the Siögemad, or cuckoo’s meat,* from among
which peep forth the leaves of the smaller convallaria.

On leaving the Valley of the Greis we traversed a
dreary moor, until half an hour’s drive brought us on
the high road to Horsens, all alive with carts and
carriages, bullocks, cows, and horsemen, returning home
from the cattle-fair of Veile.

Of the way I can say little, for we are removed far away
from forest, lake, or fiorde, in which are comprised the
beauty of all Jutland; but the chaussée is excellent, and
we jog on soberly over an extensive plain, highly
cultivated, dotted about with farmhouses, churches,
trees, cattle, and wells of primitive construction—the
trunk of a tree poised across a stake, a heap of stones
at one end and a bucket at the other, the whole
reminding me of the contents of a Nuremberg toy-box.

As we approached the city of Horsens and its fiorde,
we were astonished by the stupendous size of the prison
on the heights behind the town, and began to think
what a wicked country we must be travelling through to
require so large an edifice, and my mind ran back to
the days of the Good King Frode and his golden ring,
and I sighed when I thought how mankind had since
degenerated.

HORSENS.

We stopped at Horsens, and, while dinner was
preparing, wandered out through this dullest of all clean

* Oxalis acetosella.

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