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

LISELUND.

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vently the spring and youth in others. White silver
hairs are venerable, and there is a beauty in real green
old age, but nothing to extacise about in gray stubbly
whiskers. Autumn among the mountains is beautiful,
but not in a flat prairie country; the beach is shingly
a^d unpleasant to walk upon; when once immersed,
however, you will find a sandy bottom, if you only
w7atch the yellow lines on the water.

To gratify your eyes, as there is no boat nigh, you
must swim out to sea. Look before you, to the left—
did you ever see anything more striking, more grand,
than that ragged, rugged white chalk cliff, boldly
découpé, jutting out into the water? The Taleren it
is called; the first of a long ridge of miniature white
mountains, which rise like a succession of fortresses to
defend the eastern coast of Møen.

Fossils of all kinds abound on the shore—echini,
madrepores, chamæ, oysters, and sea anemones; and
better specimens still may be dug from the pulverised
chalk of the klint itself.

From Liselund there are two ways of visiting the
Store klint; first by the narrow walks cut out along the
edge of the precipice itself. You pass by a small
cottage in the wood—a milk-white peacock spreads his
tail, as much as to say “ Look at me ”—and then
straight on. But all the world are not pedestrians; hire
then the farmer’s carriage, and drive through the
beechforest, now suffering from a plague of hairy caterpillars
—a forest of many hundreds of acres leafless; up the
trunks of each devoted tree they crawl in myriads—
some yellow, some dark brown, of all sizes—Vor Herreds
Hunds, our Lord’s dogs, they are called. They covered
the stems, they covered the branches to the very ends,

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