This is said to have happened in Ånge. …….

This is said to have happened in Ånge. An old woman was making a drink. Her only child, a little girl, accidentally fell into a tub of hot wort and burned herself to death. The mother was completely distraught and could not be comforted. When summer came, she was sitting one day on the porch and crying. Then she heard a strange whirring sound up in the air, and when she looked up, she saw a flock of large, white birds circling up there. The flock gradually descended and consisted of a number of white-clad girls. Her own little dead daughter was also among them. They then formed a large ring and played and seemed to be having such heartfelt fun. Only her own little girl stood to the side, looking sad. – “Why don’t you get to join in and play?” the mother asked. “Because you grieve for me so much, dear mama, that I cannot have any fun.” “Go in the peace of the Lord!” the mother replied. “I shall never grieve for you again.” Immediately, the girl ran forward and took her place in the ring, and the flock soared upwards with jubilation and song, from whence it had come.