1 66 En Klapjagt Paa Danske Fjelde. 



line we pass the house of a peasant family 

 and my friend Dr. Warming and I stop 

 for a moment to see the place. The one- 

 story house with whitewashed stone and 

 mortar walls is built to surround a square 

 court-yard. A single large gateway leads 

 through the south wall of the building into 

 this court, in the middle of which latter 

 a high wooden pump is surrounded by 

 ducks and geese and chickens. The court 

 is cobble-stoned, and pretty green mosses 

 run off along the damp crevices between 

 the stones. Several doors open into this 

 central yard. The few small windows are 

 set deeply in the walls of the house. The 

 high-peaked roof of two-foot-thick straw 

 thatching is covered with broad patches of 

 rich green moss. Part of the house is the 

 barn, and the horses, cows, wagons, 

 poultry and family all go and come 

 through the opening in the south wall of 

 the building. Two or three dark Norway 

 spruce trees spread their bottle-green 

 branches over the house, and the contrast 

 with the whitewashed walls is a striking 

 one. Several lead-colored crows flew up 



