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culty. This is our fort. Here we have both
batteries and bastions, a room for bullets and
cannon-balls, a room for powder, and a
dun-geon. From up there we have the most
splendid view down over the town with its low g’aily
painted wooden houses, and the small leafy
lin-den-trees that creep up through the streets.
From our fort people down there look just like
darning-needles; from the very top of the hiil
they look like a swarming mass of little pins.
I remember distinctly that particular
Seven-teenth of May; the spring had come so early
that we already had fine young birch leaves and
clear mild air. For several davs we had been
talking about a feast that we wanted to have in
the dungeon, for there we should be whollv out
of sight. There was to be a salute, speeches
and songs. Peter and Karsten were always the
gunners. With much trouble we had carried
big stones up to the fort; these we threw with
all our might down again over the precipice.
This was our way of giving a salute; it made no
little racket, you mav be sure! The bovs were
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