AAGAARD 



Continuing my journey northward, I observed that 

 much of the country between Aarhus and Aalborg, a 

 distance of about sixty miles as the crow flies, is by 

 comparison quite hilly, and seems to be highly farmed 

 with good root crops. Also there is a considerable 

 area of woodlands, much of it under conifers of from 

 thirty to fifty years of age. At Langaa, near the 

 river, are large pastures backed by woods on which 

 the black-and-white cattle graze untethered. 



About the town of Randers the view is very wide 

 and flat. Here the scene was beautiful in its own 

 way at this hour of advancing night. Over the 

 far-off waters of the fiord and the vast plain the light 

 was dying. On the horizon the sky showed bands of 

 smoky red fading above into shades of primrose and 

 of green, a line of inky cloud ruled across them ; whilst 

 against this broken sky a distant row of poplars stood 

 out singly. The general effect of the quiet prospect 

 was one of sadness. 



From the prosperous seaport town of Aalborg I 

 travelled to a remote estate in the far north-west of 

 Jutland that is named Aagaard. Beyond Aalborg the 

 land is very flat, having evidently been a sea-bottom 

 in some past age. All about it stand scattered farm- 

 steads, each of them equipped with a windmill for the 

 purposes of pumping water and grinding corn, and 

 surrounded by a little grove planted for shelter in 

 this gale-swept land. The trees of these plantations 



