"There"s foul weather coming out at sea," said their father. Oh, a grand and mysterious thing to see those gulls!
And Isak taught his sons many other things good and useful to know.
They were of an age to go to school, but the school was many miles away down in the village, out of reach. Isak had himself taught the boys their A B C on Sundays, but "twas not for him, not for this born tiller of the soil, to give them any manner of higher education; the Catechism and Bible history lay quietly on the shelf with the cheeses. Isak apparently thought it better for men to grow up without book-knowledge, from the way he dealt with his boys. They were a joy and a blessing to him, the two; many a time he thought of the days when they had been tiny things, and their mother would not let him touch them because his hands were sticky with resin. Ho, resin, the cleanest thing in the world! Tar and goats" milk and marrow, for instance, all excellent things, but resin, clean gum from the fir--not a word!
So the lads grew up in a paradise of dirt and ignorance, but they were nice lads for all that when they were washed, which happened now and again; little Sivert he was a splendid fellow, though Eleseus was something finer and deeper.
"How do the gulls know about the weather?" he asked.
"They"re weather-sick," said his father. "But as for that they"re no more so than the flies. How it may be with flies, I can"t say, if they get the gout, or feel giddy, or what. But never hit out at a fly, for "twill only make him worse--remember that, boys! The horsefly he"s a different sort, he dies of himself. Turns up suddenly one day in summer, and there he is; then one day suddenly he"s gone, and that"s the end of him."
"But how does he die?" asked Eleseus.
"The fat inside him stiffens, and he lies there dead."
Every day they learned something new. Jumping down from high rocks, for instance, to keep your tongue in your mouth, and not get it between your teeth. When they grew bigger, and wanted to smell nice for going to church, the thing was to rub oneself with a little tansy that grew on the hillside. Father was full of wisdom. He taught the boys about stones, about flint, how that the white stone was harder than the grey; but when he had found a flint, he must also make tinder. Then he could strike fire with it. He taught them about the moon, how when you can grip in the hollow side with your left hand it is waxing, and grip in with the right, it"s on the wane; remember that, boys! Now and again, Isak would go too far, and grow mysterious; one Friday he declared that it was harder for a camel to enter the kingdom of heaven than for a human being to thread the eye of a needle. Another time, telling them of the glory of the angels, he explained that angels had stars set in their heels instead of hob-nails. Good and simple teaching, well fitted for settlers in the wilds; the schoolmaster in the village would have laughed at it all, but Isak"s boys found good use for it in their inner life. They were trained and taught for their own little world, and what could be better? In the autumn, when animals were to be killed, the lads were greatly curious, and fearful, and heavy at heart for the ones that were to die. There was Isak holding with one hand, and the other ready to strike; Oline stirred the blood. The old goat was led out, bearded and wise; the boys stood peeping round the corner. "Filthy cold wind this time," said Eleseus, and turned away to wipe his eyes. Little Sivert cried more openly, could not help calling out: "Oh, poor old goat!" When the goat was killed, Isak came up to them and gave them this lesson: "Never stand around saying "Poor thing" and being pitiful when things are being killed. It makes them tough and harder to kill.
Remember that!"
So the years pa.s.sed, and now it was nearing spring again.
Inger had written home to say she was well, and was learning a lot of things where she was. Her little girl was big, and was called Leopoldine, after the day she was born, the 15th November. She knew all sorts of things, and was a genius at hemst.i.tch and crochet, wonderful fine work she could do on linen or canvas.
The curious thing about this letter was that Inger had written and spelt it all herself. Isak was not so learned but that he had to get it read for him down in the village, by the man at the store; but once he had got it into his head it stayed there; he knew it off by heart when he got home.
And now he sat down with great solemnity at the head of the table, spread out the letter, and read it aloud to the boys. He was willing enough that Oline also should see how easily he could read writing, but he did not speak so much as a word to her directly. When he had finished, he said: "There now, Eleseus, and you, Sivert, "tis your mother herself has written that letter and learned all these things.
Even that little tiny sister of yours, she knows more than all the rest of us here. Remember that!" The boys sat still, wondering in silence.
"Ay, "tis a grand thing," said Oline.
And what did she mean by that? Was she doubting that Inger told the truth? Or had she her suspicions as to Isak"s reading? It was no easy matter to get at what Oline really thought, when she sat there with her simple face, saying dark things. Isak determined to take no notice.
"And when your mother comes home, boys, you shall learn to write too,"
said he to the lads.
Oline shifted some clothes that were hanging near the stove to dry; shifted a pot, shifted the clothes again, and busied herself generally. She was thinking all the time.
"So fine and grand as everything"s getting here," she said at last. "I do think you might have bought a paper of coffee for the house."
"_Coffee_?" said Isak. It slipped out.
Oline answered quietly: "Up to now I"ve bought a little now and again out of my own money, but...."
Coffee was a thing of dreams and fairy tales for Isak, a rainbow.
Oline was talking nonsense, of course. He was not angry with her, no; but, slow of thought as he was, he called to mind at last her bartering with the Lapps, and he said bitterly:
"Ay, I"ll buy you coffee, that I will. A paper of coffee, was it? Why not a pound? A pound of coffee, while you"re about it."
"No need to talk that way, Isak. My brother Nils, he gets coffee; down at Breidablik, too, they"ve coffee."
"Ay, for they"ve no milk. Not a drop of milk on the place, they"ve not."
"That"s as it may be. But you that know such a lot, and read writing as pat as a c.o.c.kroach running, you ought to know that coffee"s a thing should be in everybody"s house."
"You creature!" said Isak.
At that Oline sat down and was not to be silenced. "As for that Inger," said she, "if so be I may dare to say such a word...."
"Say what you will, "tis all one to me."
"She"ll be coming home, and learned everything of sorts. And beads and feathers in her hat, maybe?"
"Ay, that may be."
"Ay," said Oline; "and she can thank me a little for all the way she"s grown so fine and grand."
"You?" asked Isak. It slipped out.
Oline answered humbly: "Ay, since "twas my modest doing that she ever went away."
Isak was speechless at that; all his words were checked, he sat there staring. Had he heard aright? Oline sat there looking as if she had said nothing. No, in a battle of words Isak was altogether lost.
He swung out of the house, full of dark thoughts. Oline, that beast that throve in wickedness and grew fat on it--why had he not wrung her neck the first year? So he thought, trying to pull himself together.
He could have done it--he? Couldn"t he, though! No one better.
And then a ridiculous thing happened. Isak went into the shed and counted the goats. There they are with their kids, the full number.
He counts the cows, the pig, fourteen hens, two calves. "I"d all but forgotten the sheep," he says to himself; he counts the sheep, and pretends to be all anxiety lest there should be any missing there.
Isak knows very well that there is a sheep missing; he has known that a long time; why should he let it appear otherwise? It was this way.
Oline had tricked him nicely once before, saying one of the goats was gone, though all the goats were there as they should be; he had made a great fuss about it at the time, but to no purpose. It was always the same when he came into conflict with Oline. Then, in the autumn, at slaughtering time, he had seen at once that there was one ewe short, but he had not found courage to call her to account for it at the time. And he had not found that courage since.
But today he is stern; Isak is stern. Oline has made him thoroughly angry this time. He counts the sheep over again, putting his forefinger on each and counting aloud--Oline may hear it if she likes, if she should happen to be outside. And he says many hard things about Oline--says them out loud; how that she uses a new method of her own in feeding sheep, a method that simply makes them vanish--here"s a ewe simply vanished. She is a thieving baggage, nothing less, and she may know it! Oh, he would just have liked Oline to be standing outside and hear it, and be thoroughly frightened for once.
He strides out from the shed, goes to the stable and counts the horse; from there he will go in--will go into the house and speak his mind.
He walks so fast that his shirt stands out like a very angry shirt behind him. But Oline as like as not has noticed something, looking out through the gla.s.s window; she appears in the doorway, quietly and steadily, with buckets in her hands, on her way to the cowshed.
"What have you done with that ewe with the flat ears?" he asks.
"Ewe?" she asks.
"Ay. If she"d been here she"d have had two lambs by now. What have you done with them? She always had two. You"ve done me out of three together, do you understand?"
Oline is altogether overwhelmed, altogether annihilated by the accusation; she wags her head, and her legs seem to melt away under her--she might fall and hurt herself. Her head is busy all the time; her ready wit had always helped her, always served her well; it must not fail her now.
"I steal goats and I steal the sheep," she says quietly. "And what do I do with them, I should like to know? I don"t eat them up all by myself, I suppose?"
"You know best what you do with them."
"Ho! As if I didn"t have enough and to spare of meat and food and all, with what you give me, Isak, that I should have to steal more? But I"ll say that, anyway, I"ve never needed so much, all these years."
"Well, what have, you done with the sheep? Has Os-Anders had it?"