After the main sallies against the enemy on the second of September and the twentieth of October, the town rang with the fame of Ulrik…

Flakes of orange-colored light shot up from the sea-gray fog-bank in the horizon, and lit the sky overhead with a mild, rose-golden flame that widened…

Winter came with hard times for the beasts of the forest and the birds of the fields. It was a poor Christmas within mud-walled huts…