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[Entered at Stationers' Hall.]
Encouraged by the general appreciation with which our formertranslation "Ovind" was received last winter, we now offer to theEnglish reader what we believe to be a faithful re-production of HerrBjörnson's latest work. The poems are rendered in the metre of theoriginal, and as in "Ovind" we have taken the liberty of addingheadings to the chapters.
North Ormesby,
Middlesbrough,
December, 1870.
When the herring has for a long time frequented a coast, by degrees, ifother circumstances admit of it, there springs up a town. Not only ofsuch towns may it be said, that they are cast up out of the sea, butfrom a distance they look like washed-up timber and wrecks, or like amass of upturned boats that the fishermen have drawn over for sheltersome stormy night; as one draws nearer, one sees how accidentally thewhole has been built, mountains rising in the midst of thethorough