History of the Scottish expedition to Norway in 1612 — John Shaqi
History of the Scottish expedition to Norway in 1612Michell, Thomas
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History of the Scottish expedition to Norway in 1612
Michell, Thomas
Norway -- History -- Scottish Expedition, 1612
At a farm-house--it is not known which--lower down in Romsdal, the
Scots are said to have cut off the feet of a dog which the people,
who had run away, had fastened to the door of their store-house,
in order that it might let them know when the Scots came. At the
farm of Eidet (Ödeeidet) one of the Scots is reported to have been
shot from the other side of the river by a man who belonged to a
farm called Fiva. From the farm of Maange, a little further up in
Romsdal, the inhabitants had fled, but food had been left placed on
the table. At Rödstulen farm, a "wild Turk," as the Saga calls him,
who accompanied the Scots, was shot. Schöning[72] relates that the
Romsdal men assembled and attacked the Scots with sticks and stones,
without, however, being able to arrest their advance. The Saga also
says that they had intended to attack them at Maangehammer and at
Skiri, as well as at Kyllinge Klev and Björnekleven--the latter being
a mountain pass where Romsdal joins Gudbrandsdal; but nothing came of
it, as the Scots got to those places too early, and the Romsdal men,
moreover, lacked both arms and leaders. Sinclair therefore advanced
without hindrance, and committed many an act of cruelty on his march.
Dread and terror were therefore connected with his name. Many fled
to the mountains, but some were seized by the Scots. It is said that
girls and young married women were violated and then mutilated, and
left in that condition by the Scots. All they were able to find in
the way of money--silver or gold--they took with them. Corn-fields
and meadows were trodden down, farms were burned, and so forth. Storm
describes the frightful conduct of the Scots in powerful language:--
"And with him fourteen hundred men:
On mischief all that band were bent;
They spared nor young nor aged then,
But slew and burnt as on they went.
"The child they killed at mother's breast,
Nor cared how sweet soe'er its smile;
Of widows' tears they made a jest;
Sorrow's loud cry arose the while."[73]
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