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black and white, and Danish spotted dogs. The cows 

 stand knee-deep in grass, and the barley is cut. Lambs 

 and goats are capering about. Two sheep tethered 

 together are partners in the mazy dance. Hay-making 

 is going on, and there are plenty of hands to get in the 

 crop. The land is fully peopled ; for miles and miles 

 it is all one large scattered village. There is little 

 woodland in these parts ; the peat serves the inhabi- 

 tants for fuel. They ought to cut the peat in trenches 

 and let the ditches as they are cut drain the land ; but 

 they dig it into ponds and pits in a futile and irregular 

 way. A sea-fiord stretches up beyond Aalborg. There 

 is now a railway-bridge and a bridge of boats across 

 this fiord, guarded by the tower of Boyun. 



Beyond this the country is more wooded chiefly 

 with spruce fir, and ill-grown and south-west-wind- 

 beaten beech, and scrubby Scotch fir. It is less thickly 

 peopled here at Arden ; or, perhaps, as the farms are 

 larger, the houses look more dispersed. There is still 

 plenty of cattle, and food for the same. This descrip- 

 tion goes on throughout green Denmark da capo and 

 da capo. 



It is getting dark at 9.50 (I felt aggrieved at this 

 in coming down from Norway ; on reading my notes 

 over at Michaelmas in England, I do not think that day 

 was so very short after all). A river beyond Langaa, 

 and mist lying heavy on the fields ; moonlight on 

 another fiord; and here we are at Aarhus, where a 

 thunderstorm in the night sounds very grand like a 



