A long time ago a man from the parish of Säfve went upon a Hollandish ship, on a whaling cruise. After the vessel had been tossed about the sea for some time, land was one day sighted, and upon the land was seen a fire which continued to burn many days.
It was determined that some of the ship’s crew should go ashore, in the hope that shelter might be found, and among those who went ashore was our hero. When the strand was reached they found there an old man sitting by a fire of logs, endeavoring to warm himself.
“Where did you come from?” asked the old man.
“From Holland!” answered the sailors.
“But where were you born?” to our hero.
“In Hisingen, in the parish of Säfve,” he answered.
“Are you acquainted in Thorsby?”
“Yes, indeed!”
“Do you know where Ulfve Mountain lies?”
“I have often passed it, as the road from Göteborg [[96]]to Marstrand over Hisingen and through Thorsby goes past there.”