Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1875-01-14
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THE LOVE STORY OF A DAHL PEASANT.

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THE LOVE STORY OLA DAHL PEASANT.
An artist ia Sweden, telling in tho
New York Times, recently, his story of
adventure, interwogen with 10 sketch go
touching of honest 1ovo and chiId-like
ignorance of the world, that it is worth
reproducing here though more briefly.
Ono evening, on mountain side, lie
was trying to sketch his sleeping guide,
when fine young fellow, dressed in
the picturesque Dahl costume, whom
he remembered to hhYeseen in village
somo days. before, approached him.
He had n forest of auburn curls, and
big gray eyes, and a. melancholy ex-!
preston on his face; and was in his
holiday costume, leather breecltes.
massive shoes with ponderous iron
buckles, the peculiar leather apron of
the country. bright blue jacket ard a
souare5cutS ,whistooat of yellow. EN-.
,broiderea with scarlet flowers, aud the
flaps lying low on his hips. He carried
heavy bag, that might weigh a hun
dred pounds andahold. two bushels. on
his back, but stood MS erect rs young
fir. He said GOOD evening"" in his
own way, offered his hand, then let the
bag down and sat upon it. He looked at
the artists sketch, and then desired to
use the pencil. The artist added piece
of paper, and the peasant wrote on it one
word-"Telsla." He scrutinized the
artist closely for moment, then rose
YEARLY, as if disappointed, and began
emptying his leather sack. SEA good
supply of barley loves, bottle of
brandy, and n considerable wardrobe
came out before the peasant = reached
the object of his search, IA bit of blue
ribbon carefully wrapped in cloth. He
showed this to tho artist, and pointed
to the word "Tclsla." The American
could not but understand that the name
and the ribbon had something to do
with each other, and finding tho Dahl
patois sincomprehensiblo he brought his
sketohins into play
Though it was o'clock Mt night. a
soft, mellow, subd7led light still per
vadcd tho mountains. / rapidly drew
the peculiar Dahl shoe, with its sole of
birch bark extending beyond the toe,
made the peg in the middle, which an
swers for tho heel, and decorated tho
mstep with n bunch of streaming rib.
bons. The Dahl man gazea intently on
1t, pointed to his own feet, and shook
his head. l tried second-time. and
sketched the peculiar woman's head
gear of his village, with the long, thick
plaits. celebrating the hair, which I
adorned With ribbon streamers, simply
indicating woman's profile, the whole
OF it not much bigger than my thumb.
AS went on I wondered whether had
hit it. i heard adeep sigh, and big
tear spattered on=the paper. My Dahl
man rose with M over Joyous face, and
went to where he had piled up his stock
OF bread, aud, breaking a loaf in two,
handed mefhalf of it, ana offered me
his brandytbottle." That awoke the
guide, who hnd been glum over the
loss OF his own spirits in, q fall /; and he
reached out-his hand for tho bottle as
soon asthc nrtist had finished his mod
eat swallow. Then the Dhhl man burst
into flood OF talk, that lastcd an hour,
when they went to sleep. In The morn,
ing ne should have forgotten all about
the visitor had it not been for the bread
he left. As they were fepsting at din
ner on birds, shot on their way down
the mountain, the guide, swallowing n
huge monthfnl, remarked:
cit is good bread. even if it was
kneadel with tears"
elbow so" I asked.
"Why, the Dahl man"
Well, what abont him ?" inquired.
What did he want? What did he