Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
Sure, sure, answered her husband, Ludda-Kristjan, and shrugged his left shoulder. He might be one of the volatile souls from Kák, but against his wife there was nothing much he could to do. He dared not tell her to shut her damn mouth and stop all this strange nonsense. However, that’s how the flock around Provost Lund talked. They were so sentimental it was outright revolting. An exception was the Norwegian corporal Nils Tvibur, or Muhammed, as he was also called. On Cross Day at the beginning of May he paid a visit to Ludda-Kristjan’s workshop and said there was no point in wasting wood. Considering the circumstances, it was enough to make every coffin a foot high, and if the epidemic continued, they would have to make some other provision. Ludda-Kristjan asked if he was thinking of a mass grave; that was exactly what Nils had in mind. If a mass grave was dug, they would need to wrap the dead in linen and sprinkle the corpses with lime. Among the soldiers, also known as “hunters,” stationed at Fort Skansin, Nils Tvibur was the one the county administrator most trusted. You could take the corporal at his word; the man meant what he said. The hunters were responsible for unloading the ships that came to trade. In turn, it was trade that funded the operation at Skansin. As corporal, Nils was the obvious choice for foreman.
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