2013年5月24日星期五

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are hung outside between two beams. The service was over, and the

congregation passed out into the churchyard, where not a tree or

bush was to be seen; no flowers were planted there, and they had not

placed a single wreath upon any of the graves. It is just the same

now. Rough mounds show where the dead have been buried, and rank

grass, tossed by the wind, grows thickly over the whole churchyard;

here and there a grave has a sort of monument, a block of half-decayed

wood, rudely cut in the shape of a coffin; the blocks are brought from

the forest of West Jutland, but the forest is the sea itself, and

the inhabitants find beams, and planks, and fragments which the

waves have cast upon the beach. One of these blocks had been placed by

loving hands on a child's grave, and one of the women who had come out

of the church walked up to it; she stood there, her eyes resting on

the weather-beaten memorial, and a few moments afterwards her

husband joined her. They were both silent, but he took her hand, and

they walked together across the purple heath, over moor and meadow

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