Mosekonen (The Marsh Woman) Traditional Geocache
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Mosekonen (The Marsh Woman)
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Cachen blev flyttet i april 2007 til et område, der ikke har meget mose over sig. Brug fantasien.
I låget på denne traditionelle cache finder du koden til det østlige koordinatsæt, som du skal bruge for at finde cachen "Dyndkongen".
m ellem mosen mange strå
o msvøbt kun af skygger
s er man heksekvinden stå
e kstatisk mens hun brygger
o h tåge kom – hun nynner glad
n år disen frem sig trænger
e n dynefuld af hån og had
n u over dyndet hænger
Hans Christian Andersen skrev i sit eventyr "Pigen som traadte paa brødet" fra 1859:
Hvor kom hun hen? Hun kom ned til Mosekonen, der brygger. Mosekonen er Faster til Elverpigerne, de ere bekjendte nok, der er skrevet Viser om dem, og de ere afmalede, men om Mosekonen veed Folk kun det, at naar Engene om Sommeren dampe, saa er det Mosekonen, som brygger. Ned i hendes Bryggeri var det, at Inger sank, og der er ikke til at holde ud længe. Slamkisten er et lyst Pragtgemak mod Mosekonens Bryggeri! hvert Kar stinker, saa at Menneskene maa daane derved, og saa staae Karrene knugede op paa hverandre, og er der et Sted en lille Aabning mellem dem, hvor man kunde klemme sig frem, saa kan man det dog ikke for alle de vaade Skruptudser og fede Snoge, som her filtre sig sammen; her ned sank lille Inger; alt det ækle, levende Filteri var saa isnende koldt, at hun gøs gjennem alle Lemmer, ja hun stivnede ved det meer og meer. Brødet hang hun fast til og det trak hende, ligesom en Ravknap trækker en Smule Straa.
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In the lid of this traditional cache you will find the code for the eastern coordinates needed in order to find the cache "The Marsh King".
Hans Christian Andersen wrote in his fairy tale "The Girl who Trod on the Loaf" from 1859:
But what became of her? She went down to the Marsh Woman, who brews down there. The Marsh Woman is an aunt of the elf maidens, who are very well known. There have been poems written about them and pictures painted of them, but nobody knows much about the Marsh Woman, except that when the meadows begin to reek in the summer the old woman is at her brewing down below. Little Inger sank into this brewery, and no one could stand it very long there. A cesspool is a wonderful palace compared with the Marsh Woman's brewery. Every vessel is reeking with horrible smells that would turn a human being faint, and they are packed closely together; but even if there were enough space between them to creep through, it would be impossible because of the slimy toads and the fat snakes that are creeping and slithering along. Into this place little Inger sank, and all the horrible, creeping mess was so icy cold that she shivered in every limb. She became more and more stiff, and the bread stuck fast to her, drawing her as an amber bead draws a slender thread.
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