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Chap. XLII. JUTLAND NAME OF THE HEARTSEASE.
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to the fair sex, I cannot take upon myself to translate
it. Saxo winds up with a flourish of trumpets about
Hamlet and his virtues, comparing him to Hercules,
and deploring the untimely fate of a prince worthy
in his eyes to have ruled over the whole world.
With Gudum we leave cultivation, dip down into a
dell, and out again—all brown moor and heather. Dells
or dales they are here called—we have Longdale,
Stourdale, and Friesdale. These dells have little
rivulets of their own, busily turning the mills on their bank’s
side. The trout rise among the water-lilies, yellow still;
and the meadow-sweet is now in its full luxuriance—
“ engdronning,” or meadow-queen, they here call it.
Each flower in this primitive country has its own story.
The heartsease is here termed “ Stepmother ”—to
understand why, you must turn your flower upside down.
Then before you stands a fat, portly petal, clothed in
garments of brilliant colours: turn her round; you see
she has two green petals (of the calix) to her bodice.
On each side of her are ranged her own daughters in
gowns of gaudy stuff—same colour behind and before,
with one green point, apiece. Then come two elder
girls in dresses of brown or dull purple, very dowdy.
Look, too, at their bodies behind, poor things; they have
only one point between them; obliged to sew it on and
cut it off alternately—these are the stepdaughters. We
again pass by the Liimfiorde, not far from the little town
of Struve, where we landed for five minutes yesterday
—a small village, frightened and bustled out of its
propriety by the expectation of the arrival of the new
Jutland railroad in its little harbour. It really does not
know what to do first: a new quay it must have—church
it has already, a very respectable one. So it commences
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