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Updated: May 24, 2025
Sub-district of Rouxville: the men under Commandant Frederik Rheeders. Sub-district of Wepener: the men under Commandant R. Coetzee. All of these were under Vice-Commander-in-Chief Piet Fourie, and later on under George Brand.
Lasse Frederik and his sister were big now, and little Boy Comfort was a huge fellow for his age a regular little fatty. To see him sitting in his perambulator, when they wheeled him out on Sundays, was a sight for gods! Pelle stood in the darkness as though stunned. Boy Comfort, a little fellow sitting in a perambulator!
"Are you going to keep on all your life?" Pelle's conscience smote him. "No, I'm not very busy," he said quickly. "I can stay with you for a little. What shall we do?" Little Anna brought her large rag doll, and began to drag chairs into position. "No, that's so stupid!" said Lasse Frederik. "Tell us about the time you minded the cows, father! About the big mad bull!"
Frederik had remained at home, in order to admit, receive messages and people who came to offer their congratulations. As they returned he leaned out of the window and threw crackers and detonating pellets under the horses' feet, as a salute to the bridal pair. People drank wine, touched glasses with the young couple, and examined the wedding-presents.
It was such a disturbed day, it was impossible to keep anything going straight; now a carriage drove up to the door with a fat woman in it, now it was Lasse Frederik who leaped upon his bicycle and raced down the field-path, standing on the pedals. Before Boy Comfort had any idea of it, the stork had been there, and Ellen was lying with a baby boy on her arm.
"Are you going to keep on all your life?" Pelle's conscience smote him. "No, I'm not very busy," he said quickly. "I can stay with you for a little. What shall we do?" Little Anna brought her large rag doll, and began to drag chairs into position. "No, that's so stupid!" said Lasse Frederik. "Tell us about the time you minded the cows, father! About the big mad bull!"
Sister was afraid of them, but it was the time of his life to Lasse Frederik. There were fat Tyrolese girls, who came three by three; they jodeled at the music-halls, and looked dreadful all day, much to Ellen's despair. Now and then a whole company would come, and then trapezes and rings creaked in the great room, Spanish dancers went through their steps, and jugglers practised new feats.
It was such a disturbed day, it was impossible to keep anything going straight; now a carriage drove up to the door with a fat woman in it, now it was Lasse Frederik who leaped upon his bicycle and raced down the field-path, standing on the pedals. Before Boy Comfort had any idea of it, the stork had been there, and Ellen was lying with a baby boy on her arm.
From behind him Lasse Frederik and Sister peeped out in alarm, and Pelle saw with a certain amount of satisfaction that there were only the two. The terrible thing, however, was that the man was himself, the true Pelle with the good, fair moustache, the lock of hair on his forehead and the go-ahead expression. When he discovered this, it all collapsed and he sank down in despair.
One could not imagine Frederik VII bowing to the people, much less kissing his hand to them. There was a stormy meeting of the Students' Union that evening. Vilhelm Rode made the principal speech and caustically emphasised that it took more than a "Kiss of the hand and a parade bow" to win the hearts of the Danish people.
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