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Updated: May 18, 2025
Here, under a double coffin lid, rests an age's holiest saint in the North, Vadstene cloister's diadem and lustre St. Bridget. On the night she was born, says the legend, there appeared a beaming cloud in the heavens, and on it stood a majestic virgin, who said: "Of Birger is born a daughter whose admirable voice shall be heard over the whole world."
"You'll have to wait for dinner-time and bedtime, too, until we get back to Gellivare," her father told her. "When you have travelled so far just to see the sun shining at midnight, you should spend all your time looking at it," said Birger, opening his camera to take some pictures.
"And swarms of mosquitoes," added Birger. "Don't forget the mosquitoes!" In a moment more the children were back in their seats, and the train was creeping slowly northward, on its way toward Gellivare and Mount Dundret, where, from the fifth of June to the eleventh of July, the sun may be seen shining all day and all night.
She has on a rainbow skirt." "Oh, Birger!" cried Gerda, "can it be the little girl who received our box? If it is, her name is Karen. Don't you remember the letter of thanks she wrote us?" As she spoke, the child began clambering carefully over the rocks and made her way to the landing-place.
"I like the second one best," and she added: "Song of many a thousand year Rings through wood and valley clear; Picture thou of waters wild, Yet as tears of mourning mild. To the rhyme Of past time Blend all hearts and lists each ear. Guard the songs of Swedish lore, Love and sing them evermore." "Good," said Lieutenant Ekman; "isn't there a third stanza, Birger?"
In the meantime the little party of four Lieutenant Ekman, with Erik and the twins were sailing across the eastern end of Lake Mälar toward the Södertelje Canal. Birger and Gerda explored the boat, making friends with some of the passengers, and then found seats with Erik on the forward deck, where they could see the wooded shore of the lake.
"I'd like to be going north with this box," said Magnus, as he took some nails and began nailing on the cover. "Father goes every summer to inspect the lighthouses along the coast," said Birger, "and he has promised to take me with him sometime." "And me, too," added Gerda; "he wouldn't take you without me." "Is it very different in the far North?" asked Oscar.
Stepping forth before the jarl, who gazed at her with astonishment, she bowed low and welcomed him with all honor and courtesy. So astonished was Birger with the charming vision that he sprang from his horse and seized Sigrid in his arms, saying, "Had my brother not done this I should have done it myself."
Yet among all those whom Karin had heard preach, not one could give her any consolation. A blacksmith named Birger Larsson had a smithy close by the highroad. His shop was small and dark, with a low door, and an aperture in place of a window. Birger Larsson made common knives, mended locks, put tires on wheels and on sled runners. When there was nothing else to be done, he forged nails.
As he left no heir there were many pretenders to the crown. The fact that Birger had been named by the king two years before was lost sight of, and it looked as if there would be civil war between the many claimants. To prevent any such result a powerful noble named Iwar hastily summoned an assembly and through his influence Valdemar, Birger Jarl's son, was chosen as king.
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