The fire crackled cozy in the stove, and the coffee was poured. Outside the dark has captured all the daylight but here inside it was warm. The cabin was located on the Swedish side of the Norwegian and Swedish border.  The mountain man was a handsome man, his face testifying about to many days in harsh weather in the mountains. Slowly he started his story for the company in the cabin. But first we need to know this man a bit better. He was well known in this area. He has been in a fight with a bear, and was during the situated under the wounded bear. He was saved by his moose skin coat and his hunting mates shoot. The bear could however been able to give him a bite in his neck. he could show vision for the word. A mighty scar that made him walk slightly bent forward. He also got a special place to the Samis, for a wolf the ”reindeer killer” he has shoot in a distance of 400m. So he got access to there wind shelter and hidden fishing lakes among others. The moutain man put some more wood in the fire and continued. -It was midwinter at new years evening at 1891.  I was on my way back home from Norway, where I have sold some marten and wolf skin.

I have prepared one of the cabins close to Bråvallen at Öysjö mountain. The plan was to spend my night there on my way home. My Norwegian friends advised me against it, and it would show me that they was right to not do the trip. The snow increased in snowing and I thought I would dig me into the snow if got worse…The storm get higher in intension and it was not without the karolinerna that came to my mind. After a while I could see the cabin coming up in front of me. The storm has now stopped and the moon has come up above. Soon the fire crackled and the coffee was ongoing. The stories ghost stories I have heard about the area did not scared me. At one a clock the sleep come to visit me, it was totally quite. Then of sudden I woke up a hour later. There was a human close, I felt it by institution. The I sudden saw a face in the window. The face wearied a cocked hat (sv. trekantig hatt) and looked extremely emaciated. My first thought was that it was a Swedish military who has got lost or something, so I rushed out for getting him in. But outside there was no one and no track as well. I went round the cabin, there was no track to find. Strangely I went back into the cabin again. I took a cup of coffee and started to collect my thought, and when I looked to the window the face was there again. Now it felt eerie. I loaded my gun and went out shouting -is any body there. No answer and I went in again. It was quite, but after a while I heard shouting. I went to the window and now I saw humans, no ghostly figures. At a distance about 100 m a saw a group of faltering soldiers. Some with bare heads and some with bucked hats and all of them with collared boots(sv. kragstövlar)I saw this during a minute and then – then all was gone, and the mountain shone white resting in their gloomy secret. I did not sleep any more that night that’s for sure. And as you now understand I never rest at Bråvallen during the night anymore since then. One in the company made his voice heard – certain events may be projected into present time, and that maybe what has happened here he meant…This event happened in the area of the Karolinernas Death march. 

Well I also might heard a Kaolin at the wind shelter of Getvalen…

Quiet as a Star – YouTube

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