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(1860) [MARC] Author: Horace Marryat
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352

BORNHOLM.

Chap. LUI.

Turning off nearer to the coast, we descend a small
hill, and drive into the little seaport town of
Svaneke, a pretty little striped town, built up the
ascent from the rocky coast, with a well-to-do look
about it; each house has a large garden, gay with
autumn flowers and fruit-laden trees and walnuts.
Were lodgings to be procured, it would be a charming
sojourn for sea-bathers.

At Carlsons, where we stopped to dine, the usual
question—never-failing—was asked me. Was I the
author whose books they loved so much, and who made
them pass so many a pleasant evening in the long
winter season ? I believe Captain Marryat’s books are
still popular in his own country, but here, in the
North of Europe, they excite a very furore ; scarcely a
farmer, scarcely a publican, no less than those of a
higher class, in the remotest part of Denmark, but
put to me invariably the same question; and when I,
in my humility, have pleaded guilty—although I be no
‘ Naval Officer ’—to being “ own brother to ‘ Snarley
Yow,’ ” I could not, were I the author himself, have met
with greater civility and attention.

Here, at Svaneke, was I formally introduced to a sort
of a nephew—qui valait bien sans doute mes autres—a
large black and white setter puppy, dragged howling
into the room by the scruff of his neck, christened
“ Japhet,” in honour of that individual who set out
over the wide world in search of his father.

A drive across a balmy, breezy moor brought us to
the royal forest of Alminde. A mile further we land
at the house of Mr. Hosen, the guardian, where we
pass the night.

September IQth.—The forest of Alminde is a royal

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