. Stories for the household . othes theywore: yes, there was one thing more—the alchymists glass, a new onethat had lately been bought, and filled with what had been gathered upfrom the ground of the treasure which promised so much but never keptits promise. Waldemar Daa hid the glass in his bosom, and taking hisstick in his hand, the once rich gentleman passed with his daughtersout of the house of Borreby. I blew cold upon his heated cheeks, 1stroked his grey beard and his long white hair, and I sang as well as Icould,— Huh-sh ! gone away ! gone away ! And that was the end ofthe wealth and sp
. Stories for the household . othes theywore: yes, there was one thing more—the alchymists glass, a new onethat had lately been bought, and filled with what had been gathered upfrom the ground of the treasure which promised so much but never keptits promise. Waldemar Daa hid the glass in his bosom, and taking hisstick in his hand, the once rich gentleman passed with his daughtersout of the house of Borreby. I blew cold upon his heated cheeks, 1stroked his grey beard and his long white hair, and I sang as well as Icould,— Huh-sh ! gone away ! gone away ! And that was the end ofthe wealth and splendour. Ida walked on one side of the old man, and Ann Dorothea on the turned round at the entrance—why ? Fortune would not turnbecause she did so. She looked at the old walls of what .had once beenthe castle of Marsk Stig, and perhaps she thought of his daughters: The eldest pave the youngest her forth they went to the far-off laud. Was she thinking of this old song ? Here were three of them, and. LEAVING THE OLD HOME. their father was with them too. They walked along the road on whichthey had once driven in their splendid carriage—they walked forth asbeggars, with their father, and wandered out into the open field, andinto a mud hut, which they rented for a dollar and a half a year—intotheir new house with the empty rooms and empty vessels. Crows andmagpies fluttered above them, and cried, as if in contempt, Craw!craw ! out of the nest! craw ! craw ! as they had done in the wood atBorreby when the trees were felled. Daa and his daughters could not help hearing it. I blew abouttheir ears, for what use would it be that they should listen ? And they went to live in the mud hut on the open field, and Iwandered away over moor and field, through bare bushes and leaflessforests, to the open waters, the free shores, to other lands—huh-uh-ush !away, away!—year after year ! And how did Waklemar Daa and his daughters prosper ? The Windtell us: 302 St
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