similar to "showing a child London," which is said to be
done by taking his head in both hands, and so lifting him off the
ground. At the invasion of the English in 1807, an encounter of a no
very glorious nature took place between the British troops and the
undisciplined Danish militia.

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"Kribledy, krabledy--plump!" down fell somebody: it was a wooden bird,
the popinjay used at the shooting-matches at Prastoe. Now _he_ said
that there were just as many inhabitants as he had nails in his body;
and he was very proud. "Thorwaldsen lived almost next door to me.*
Plump! here I lie capitally."

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* Prastoe, a still smaller town than Kjoge. Some hundred paces from it
lies the manor-house Ny Soe, where Thorwaldsen generally sojourned
during his stay in Denmark, and where he called many of his immortal
works into existence.

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But little Tuk was no longer lying down: all at once he was on
horseback. On he went at full gallop, still galloping on and on. A
knight with a gleaming plume, and most magnificently dressed, held him
before him on the horse, and thus they rode through the wood to the
old town of Bordingborg, and that was a large and very lively town.
High towers rose from the castle of the king, and the brightness of
many candles streamed from all the windows; within was dance and song,
and King Waldemar and the young, richly-attired maids of honor danced
together. The morn now came; and as soon as the sun appeared, the
whole town and the king's palace crumbled together, and one tower
after the other; and at last only a single one remained standing where
the castle had been before,* and the town was so small and poor, and
the school boys came along with their books under their arms, and
said, "2000 inhabitants!" but that was not true, for there were not so
many.

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* Bordingborg, in the reign of King Waldemar a considerable place, now
an unimportant little town. One solitary tower only, and some remains
of a wall, show where the castle once stood.

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And little Tukey lay in his bed: it seemed to him as if he dreamed,
and yet as if he were not dreaming; however, somebody was close beside
him.

"Little Tukey! little Tukey!" cried some one near. It was a seaman,
quite a little personage, so little as if he were a midshipman; but a
midshipman it was not.

"Many remembrances from Corsor.* That is a town that is just rising
into importance; a lively town that has steam-boats