rack, it is "swingled," combed, "hetchelled" (to remove the tow), twisted on the distaff, woven into thread, twilled and spun. There are famous weavers in the back country, where the language, customs and superstitions of a hundred and sixty years ago still obtain. In the olden days, wedding feasts lasted three days; whole oxen, pigs, sheep and calves were served, and gallons of wine, and puddings, hams and geese. "Breaking frolics" took place on the farms when the flax was ready for the rack. Recently an old German lady died who left a treasure of home-woven linen to be auctioned for the Lutheran Church of St. Paul's.
The building which houses the Church of England congregation retains all of its original timbers. The bell and communion plate were given in 1813 by Christopher Jensen who came to Lunenburg in 1752, and is buried in the crypt. The dwelling he erected at the corner of Lincoln and Queen Streets may still be seen. In 1782 it was attacked by American privateers in revenge for his assisting the British.
Lunenburg is properly proud of its good sausages and sauerkraut and klöse suppe with dumplings. German is rarely heard in the town, but residents betray their fatherland by the accent that replaces a p with a b and a w with a v. They are broud to know you and bleased that you like Lunenburg. The stout maid at the rector's door hands you the key to the westrey. Bows of harbour craft are
