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moves out to make up for the long winter. They sleep out and live out-                    S
of-doors. They dance, sing and have their concerts outdoors. That does                    ze
not mean, however, that they are, conversely "sewed-up" for the winter                    co
indoors. Their joy in the summer comes to a climax at mid-summertime
when there is daylight twenty-four hours a day. I t is a time of song and                 s
flowers. Eight years ago I spent a most gorgeous midsummer night in                       s
Sweden. After helping deck the house in garlands and wreaths of flowers,                  t
and celebrating generally, it pleased me to spend the night on the lake.                  o
There was a warm softness in the air; the lake was still and clear as a                   c
mirror; deep impenetrable shadows of the forest fringed the shores. The                   f
sun crept reluctantly to bed in the northwest, but left a glow as a re-                   H
minder that it was not for long. A big lugubrious moon hung over a                        w
mountain, looking rather pale and surprised that he had to be present at                  n
all, on such a night. The scent of the twin flowers, linnea, and of lilies of             b
the valley stole out from a wooded point jutting clearly out into the quiet               t
waters. The farm houses in the shadow of the forest were like bunches of                  w
red roses clustering in the lighter green of the fields.                                  b
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     At two the sun was done resting, so were the cuckoo birds and the                    m
starlings. The larks rose on joyous wings higher and higher into the                      n
blue of the sky, evidently thrilled beyond all telling at the splendor of                 b
the new day. A flock of loons coming from the terns in the forest                         s
swooped down into the lake and settled down to their sort of concert                      t
which is far from pleasing. But one laughs at them as one would at                        n
a rowdy crowd of noisy children. They seem to have so much fun. The                       w
sun was very high when I beached my boat and even now the memory                          s
of that midsummer night lingers.                                                          w

   Parts of Sweden remind one of Scotland as does this view of Giansfjorden near StaiWS-
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