To Be, or Not to Be?: A Novel

by Hans Christian Andersen

Overview

Bring me a good book when you come home, said the clergyman' s daughter. And bring me a bad boy — the son of wicked parents — that I may make a good Christian of him, added the clergyman's wife, while the. Worthy divine was settling himself in the carriage, and they were wrapping his cloak well round him, on account of the sharp westerly wind.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780243802401
Publisher:	Forgotten Books
Publication date:	10/24/2017
Sold by:	StreetLib SRL
Format:	eBook
File size:	8 MB

About the Author

Date of Birth:

April 2, 1805

Date of Death:

August 4, 1875

Place of Birth:

Odense, Denmark

Place of Death:

Copenhagen, Denmark

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER III. THE MANSE ON THE HEATHTHE MUSICIAN GRETHE. Over Silkeborg, where then no one thought that a town would soon arise, passed the deep, heavy, sandy western road towards the clergyman's homethe old manse at Hvindingedalsbanker, which is separated by Lake Lange from the neighbouring forests, and bounded by a wide rambling heath. It was late in the evening dark and gloomythe travellers were weary, and so were the horses, they jogged on slowly amidst profound stillness. At length the baying of a dog was heard. " That is our watch-dog," said the Rev. Mr. Mollerup; " sounds are heard at a great distance here." The dog's welcome was the first in that new home. What did he see around him ? For two hours' past nothing was visible on account of the darkness. A carriage had been sent to Aarhuus on the preceding evening, that the horses might be fresh for their return journeybut they seemed jaded for all thatthe sand became deeperthe night darker. They heard at a distance the rushing of the water through the locks at Gudenaa; then the scream of some bird surprised Niels, but he soon became accustomed to these strange sounds, and his wearied eyes gradually closed in sleep. They had arrived ,at their destination before he awoke. Everything was in commotion, everybody moving about. The lights themselves seemed to be flitting here and there in the house, and proclaiming, " Here they are! here they are !" The watch-dog barked, the cocks and hens in the poultry-yard crowed and cackled; the servant girl's wooden shoes clattered upon the stones of the courtyard, and her mistress stood with a smiling countenance and a ready kiss; close beside her stood a girl, apparently not very young, witha mild, thoughtful expression of face she looked about eight-and-twenty years...