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basking in the sun on the stony surface, near a
little smiling pasture, which appears to have
been cultivated here or cut out of a meadow in
Scania. How solitary must it not be to live on
that little island! Ask the boy who sits there
by the cattle, he will be able to tell us. "It is
lively and merry here," says he. "The day is so
long and light, the seal sits out there on the stone
and barks in the early morning hour, and all
the steamers from the canal must pass here.
I know them all; and when the sun goes
down in the evening, it is a whole history to
look into the clouds over the land: there stand
mountains with palaces, in silver and in gold, in
red and in blue; sailing dragons with golden
crowns, or an old giant with a beard down to
his waist – altogether of clouds, and they are
always changing.
"The storms come on in the autumn, and
then there is often much anxiety when father
is out to help ships in distress; but one becomes,
as it were, a new being.
"In winter the ice is locked fast and firm, and
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