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LETTERS FROM HIGH LATITUDES. 
Entering with his drawn sword in his hand, he meets 
one of the Bonders coming ont, who says, “ It is very 
bad there, with howling and screaming; and a great 
shame it is, that brisk young fellows cannot bear 
their wounds. The King’s men may have done bravely 
to-day,—but truly they bear their wounds ill.” 
Thormod asks what his name is,-—and if he was 
in the battle. Kimbe was his name, and he had 
been “ with the Bonders, which was the best side.” 
“ And hast thou been in the battle too?” asks he of 
Thormod. 
Thormod replies, “ I was with them that had the 
best.” 
“ Art thou wounded ? ” says Kimbe. 
“ Not much to signify,” says Thormod. 
Kimbe sees the gold ring, and says, “ Thou art 
a King’s man: give me thy gold ring, and I will 
hide thee.” 
Thormod replies, “ Take the ring if thou canst 
get it: I have lost that which is more worth” 
Kimbe stretches out his hand to seize the ring; 
but Thormod, swinging his sword, cuts off his hand; 
“ and it is related, that Kimbe behaved no better 
