ABSTRACT
THERE is a very prominent mountain among the Western Götar, which is not far from the royal castle mentioned above or from Lake Vanern; in the vulgar tongue it is called Kinnekulle. Its height is such that, to those voyaging far off, more than forty Italian miles away on that lake, it has the appearance of a black cloud amid the expanses of the sky. 2 So, many who are shaken by storms and the force of the wind bend all their efforts to reach its foot, where they know that a very peaceful haven awaits them. On the top of this mountain you may find such a pleasing view of leaves, herbs, and fruits of various trees (except the vine) that grow wild there just as if they were sown or planted, as rare as they are delightful, that scarcely any more attractive spot can be sought or discovered in the whole area of the North. Indescribable sweetness is there, multiplied too by the mingled songs of different birds, though not that of the parrot. Yet this charming situation is known to only very few people, and they are old folk. It may not be shown very easily to persons of more frolicsome years, just in case, if strict restraint should be relaxed, they should throw themselves headlong into every pleasure, (or, to put it more truly, filth), and would only with great difficulty, if ever, be reclaimed to virtue and good behaviour. For pleasure itself induces and constrains people to its use and habit, habit to necessity, and necessity to desperate courses.
Kindaberg
Pleasantness of the mountain
Birdsong
Known to old folk
Pleasure
