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(1914) Author: Esaias Tegnér Translator: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, William Lewery Blackley
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FOREWORD

groom with golden locks, arises in the east, just as our
earthly bridegroom with yellow hair, arises in the south.
In the yard there is a sound of voices and trampling of
hoofs, and horses are led forth and saddled. The steed
that is to bear the bridegroom has a bunch of flowers upon
his forehead,and a garland of corn-flowers around his neck.
Friends from the neighboring farms come riding in, their
blue cloaks streaming to the wind; and finally the happy
bridegroom, with a whip in his hand, and a monstrous
nosegay in the breast of his black jacket, comes forth from
his chamber; and then to horse and away, towards the
village where the bride already sits and waits.

Foremost rides the Spokesman, followed by some half
dozen village musicians. Next comes the bridegroom
between his two groomsmen, and then forty or fifty friends
and wedding guests, half of them perhaps with pistols and
guns in their hands. A kind of baggage-wagon brings up
the rear,laden with food and drink for these merry pilgrims.
At the entrance of every village stands a triumphal arch,
adorned with flowers and ribands and evergreens; and as
they pass beneath it the wedding guests fire a salute, and
the whole procession stops. And straight from every pocket
flies a black-jack, filled with punch or brandy. It is passed
from hand to hand among thecrowd; provisionsare brought
from the wagon, and after eating and drinking and
hurrahing, the procession moves forward again, and at length
draws near the house of the bride. Four heralds ride
forward to announce that a knight and his attendants are
in the neighboring forest, and pray for hospitality." How
many are you ?" asks the bride’s father." At least three
hundred," is the answer; and to this the hosts replies,"Yes;
were you seven times as many,you should all be welcome;

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