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Title: In Midsummer Days and Other Tales

Author: August Strindberg

Translator: Ellie Schleussner

Posting Date: March 20, 2009
Release Date: October, 2004 [EBook #6694]

Language: English

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IN MIDSUMMER DAYS

AND OTHER TALES.

By August Strindberg

Translated By Ellie Schleussner

CONTENTS

IN MIDSUMMER DAYS
THE BIG GRAVEL-SIFTER
THE SLUGGARD
THE PILOT'S TROUBLES
PHOTOGRAPHER AND PHILOSOPHER
HALF A SHEET OF FOOLSCAP
CONQUERING HERO AND FOOL
WHAT THE TREE-SWALLOW SANG IN THE BUCKTHORN TREE
THE MYSTERY OF THE TOBACCO SHED
THE STORY OF THE ST. GOTTHARD
THE STORY OF JUBAL WHO HAD NO "I"
THE GOLDEN HELMETS IN THE ALLEBERG
LITTLE BLUEWING FINDS THE GOLDPOWDER

IN MIDSUMMER DAYS

In Midsummer days when in the countries of the North the earth is a
bride, when the ground is full of gladness, when the brooks are still
running, the flowers in the meadows still untouched by the scythe, and
all the birds singing, a dove flew out of the wood and sat down before
the cottage in which the ninety-year-old granny lay in her bed.

The old woman had been bedridden for twenty years, but she could see
through her window everything that happened in the farmyard which was
managed by her two sons. But she saw the world and the people in her own
peculiar manner, for time and the weather had painted her window-panes
with all the colours of the rainbow; she need but turn her head a little
and things appeared successively red, yellow, green, blue, and violet.
If she happened to look out on a cold winter's day when the trees were
covered with hoar-frost and the white foliage looked as if it were made
of silver, she had but to turn her head a little on the pillow, and
all the trees were green; it was summer-time, the ploughed fields were
yellow, and the sky looked blue even if a moment before it had been
ever so grey. And therefore the old granny imagined that sh