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28
SILKEBORG.
Chap. XXX.
fort on the very banks of the Lang-Sø ; so he journeys
forth to fix the site, accompanied by a prior and a
stalwart knight, one of his relations; and in an open
boat they sail down the Guden Aa to the borders of the
Lang-Sø. “ Build it here,” exclaims the prior, pointing
to a promontory hard by. “ Nonsense!” said the knight;
“ trust to my judgment, I am a military manand they
wrangle and dispute until the bishop’s patience is quite
worn out, when a sudden gust of wind catches his silken
skull-cap, and away it Hies into the deep waters. “ Let
it go,” exclaims Bishop Peter : “ where the cap stays its
course, there will we build a fortress, and call its name
Silkeborg.”
We have three days’ sight-seeing before us, taking
matters quietly in homoeopathic doses, so we started this
morning at ten o’clock. Our road ran by the Lang-Sø,
where all the world seemed busy making bricks, on to
the Amalia Kilde, by the forest side, a spring quite
chalybeate enough to be nasty, good water spoilt by
a taste of rusty iron. This spring is a favourite picnic
and tea-drinking spot of the Silkeborgians: seats, and
large wooden tables capable of dining twenty-four, are
placed on the lake’s bank, under the shade; a rustic
open-air kitchen, where you may fry your own fish, and
then eat them afterwards. How the old women in this
country pass their livelong day, sitting out of doors,
without dying before morning, was to me a mystery, until I
witnessed one day the ascent of an aged matron into a
stuhlwagen. She wore ten knitted woollen petticoats at
the smallest calculation ; you might have plumped her
down flat in the middle of a bog without her perceiving
the dampness of her situation. From the age of fifty until
she is gathered to her fathers, a woman in Denmark
be
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