Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ... I MOGENS SUMMER it was; in the middle of the day; in a corner of the enclosure. Immediately in front of it stood an old oaktree, of whose trunk one might say, that it agonized in despair because of the lack of harmony; between its fresh yellowish foliage and its black and gnarled branches; they resembled most of, ' all grossly misdrawn old gothic arabesques. Behind the oak was a luxuriant thicket of hazel: with dark sheenless leaves, which were so dense, 'that neither trunk nor branches could be seen. Above the hazel rose two straight, joyous maplei trees with gayly indented leaves, red stems and long dangling clusters of green fruit. Behind the maples came the forest -- a green evenly rounded slope, where birds went out and in as elves in a grasshill. All this you could see if you came wander ing along the path through the fields beyond the fence. If, however, you were lying in the shadow of tho oak with your back against the trunk and looking the other way -- and there was a sonic one, who did that -- then you would fee first your own legs, then a little spot of short, vigorous grass, next a large cluster of dark nettles, then the hedge of thorn with the big, white convolvulus, the stile, a little of the ryeficld outside, finally the councilor's flagpole on the hill, and then the sky. It was stifling hot, the air was quivering with heat, and then it was very quiet; the leaves were hanging from the trees as if asleep. Nothing moved except the lady-birds and the nettles and a few withered loaves that lay on the grass and rolled themselves up with sudden little jerks as if they were shrinking from the sunbeams. And then the man underneath the oak; he lay there gasping for air and with a melancholy look stared helplessly towards the sky....
