When I arrive at Hamränge post house during the night,
I find a place by the fire, listen to the people here talk much
of an extraordinary kind of tree, growing near the road, which
many persons have visited, but none could find out what it was.
Some say it is an apple tree that has been cursed
by a beggarwoman, who one day having gathered an apple
from it, and being on that account seized by the proprietor
of the tree, declared that the tree should never any more bear fruit.
The next morning, I rise with the sun in order to examine
this wonderful tree, which is pointed out to me from a distance.
It proves nothing more than a common elm. Hence however, I learn
that elm is not a common tree in this part of the country. That is all.