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(1860) [MARC] Author: Horace Marryat
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Chap. XXXVII.

HJALLERUP.

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when he chopped off the head of her particular pet,
Abraham Brodersøn. Blessed is the memory of great
Queen Margaret to all travellers in Jutland, for to her
thoughtful care we owe the existence of our roadside
kros. Among her laws and ordinances is one enactment
by which she orders the establishment of kros on the
highway -at a distance of each four Danish miles, “where
every man shall find rest for his money and his ease,
as the lodging (it proceeds to say) in private houses
in the villages costs dearer than in the mercantile
towns.”

Dronninglund looks like a convent still. In France,
Italy, Spain, or anywhere you please, do what you will
to these ancient ecclesiastical buildings—call them slot,
gaard, lund, lyst, lust—the scarlet lady still peeps out
in every corner. A thick sea-fog has just come on—
havguse, they here call it—so we could not see much of
the gardens, and, as we drove on over the dark moor, it
became thicker and thicker. The wind began to howl,
and* some of the party to grumble. There are some
countries one expects to be blown about in, and Jutland
is one of them.

HJALLERUP.

It was past eleven before we arrived at Hjallerup
kro, where we remained the night. Impossible to
continue our journey ; we should not have reached Sundby
before four in the morning, and found the ferrymen all
asleep. Clean rooms and beds and an excellent
breakfast next morning consoled us for our misfortunes: a
very Scotch repast—fish, flesh, and fowl, and eggs—
piles of eggs boiled to a bubble, not by the clocks,
not by the hour-glass, but according to an old Jutland

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