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Mr. Bergman, who had been a gentleman in
Sweden, but who was here a clever, hard-working
peasant farmer, had some acres of good land,
which he cultivated ably, and was getting on well.
He was of a remarkably cheerful, good-tempered
and vigorous Swedish temperament; he
had fine cattle, which he himself attended to, and
a good harvest of maize, which now stood cut in
the field to dry in the sun. He had enlarged his
log house by a little frame structure, which he
had built up to it; and in the log house he had
the very prettiest, kindest, most charming young
Swedish wife, with cheeks as fresh as red
roses, such as one seldom sees in America, and
that spite of her having a four-weeks’ old little
boy, her first child, and having, with the assistance
only of her young sister, to do all the work
of the house herself. It was a joyous and happy
home, a good Swedish home, in the midst of an
American wilderness.
At Mrs. Peterson’s, the place itself was delightful
and lovely—characterized by a Swedish beauty,
for dark pines towered up among the trees, and
the wood grew down to the very edge of the lake,
as is the case in our Scandinavian lakes, where the
Neck sits in the moonlight, and plays upon the
harp, and sings beneath the overarching verdure.
The sun set; but even here, again, all wore a
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