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	<title>Anna Hansdatter: Hunger In the Dale</title>
	
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	<description>Historical fiction by George Larson</description>
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		<title>Hiatus</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 14:45:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am forced to admit that I have been temporarily distracted. We are quite near the end of Part II, but I am having a lot of trouble finishing up. If you have read the entire book up to here, bless your heart. Do make a comment to tell me so (or please make any [...]]]></description>
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		<title>58. Wandering</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 15:08:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Anna was sleeping peacefully, dreaming of Nels, when she was awakened by a cold draft. Reaching across the bed, she felt only blankets where her mother should be. She sat bolt-upright. It was pitch-dark, but she could tell the door was open. “Ma!” she said. There was only the sound of a brisk wind outside. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>57. Hero’s Portion</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 21:51:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[At supper that evening, the atmosphere was festive. Roast lamb and fresh hot bread were served with fine ale, as good as Nels had ever tasted. Olav Erstad himself came to the servants&#8217; dining house to offer a toast. “To Nels Poulsen, whose courage and quick thinking saved his team and his whole farm&#8217;s winter [...]]]></description>
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		<title>56. Adoration</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 13:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Part 2]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In nine more days, Nels reached Lillehammer. The weather was turning; rain showers became colder, driven by a bitter wind, mixing with wet snowflakes or stinging ice crystals. On a clear but chilly afternoon, Nels was approaching Erstad farm, when once again, Olav Erstad rode out to meet him. “Well, now, Nels Poulsen,” said the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>55. Reversal of Fortune</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 14:31:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the fifth day, the magistrate arrived. He gathered with Nels, the sheriff, and the priest in the dwelling-house. “Now then,” he began, “the defendant, Nels Poulsen, is charged with manslaughter, and unlawful possession of a firearm.” “Yes, your honor,” said the sheriff. “According to the defendant&#8217;s statement, he acted in self defense, in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>54. Detention</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 13:52:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nels was stunned by the priest&#8217;s generosity. The lowliest lodgings at the praestegaard would be far better that whatever kind of dungeon the sheriff used to house prisoners. “I am very grateful, Pastor,” he said in a shaky voice. “Not at all, Nels Poulsen. We are grateful to you for making our parish safe again. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>53. Wool</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 15:03:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Part 2]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Else and Anna became closest friends after they learned that they both had been assaulted by Amund Skurdal. On her time off from the dairy, Else came often to Anna&#8217;s hut with a few vegetables and the latest gossip. They rarely talked of their shared misfortune; even so, it formed a strong bond between them. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>52. Hospitality</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 14:42:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the dwelling-house, the priest&#8217;s wife cleaned the cut on Nels&#8217; arm and wrapped it in clean white cloth. She handed the damaged garments to the housemaid. “Clean these,” she said, “and see if you can mend them.” The maid hurried off. “You are very kind,” said Nels. “What parish is this?” “Stange,” she replied. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>51. Aftermath</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 17:40:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Holding the seat with one hand to steady himself, the bandit lunged at Nels with an enormous knife. Nels grabbed the wagon brake, hauling back on both the brake and the reins with a loud shout of “Whoa!” His team responded instantly. The wagon lurched, throwing the attacker off his balance. The knife sliced through [...]]]></description>
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		<title>50. Fast Thinking</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 03:49:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 15 Nels arose very early. All was quiet as he harnessed the team and departed. By afternoon, he passed Tangen, where the road became straight and level for a good long stretch, passing through meadowland with spectacular views of the mountains and the river. “Hey, girls, hey! Hey!” Nels chanted, “pick it up, now, [...]]]></description>
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