"I did--yes. And I"ve paid for my land a long while back," said Isak.
"Well--you are a wonder, you are!"
Truly, it was a pleasure to see Inger all surprised, and make her a rich wife. Isak did not forget to add that he had no debts nor owings at the store or anywhere else. And he had not only Geissler"s two hundred untouched, but more than that--a hundred and sixty _Daler_ more. Ay, they might well be thankful to G.o.d!
They spoke of Geissler again; Inger was able to tell how he had helped to get her set free. It had not been an easy matter for him, after all, it seemed; he had been a long time getting the matter through, and had called on the Governor ever so many times. Geissler had also written to some of the State Councillors, or some other high authorities; but this he had done behind the Governor"s back, and when the Governor heard of it he was furious, which was not surprising. But Geissler was not to be frightened; he demanded a revision of the case, new trial, new examination, and everything. And after that the King had to sign.
Ex-Lensmand Geissler had always been a good friend to them both, and they had often wondered why; he got nothing out of it but their poor thanks--it was more than they could understand. Inger had spoken with him in Trondhjem, and could not make him out. "He doesn"t seem to care a bit about any in the village but us," she explained.
"Did he say so?"
"Yes. He"s furious with the village here. He"d show them, he said."
"Ho!"
"And they"d find out one day, and be sorry they"d lost him, he said."
They reached the fringe of the wood, and came in sight of their home.
There were more buildings there than before, and all nicely painted.
Inger hardly knew the place again, and stopped dead.
"You--you don"t say that"s our place--all that?" she exclaimed.
Little Leopoldine woke at last and sat up, thoroughly rested now; they lifted her out and let her walk.
"Are we there now?" she asked.
"Yes. Isn"t it a pretty place?"
There were small figures moving, over by the house; it was Eleseus and Sivert, keeping watch. Now they came running up. Inger was seized with a sudden cold--a dreadful cold in the head, with sniffing and coughing--even her eyes were all red and watering too. It always gives one a dreadful cold on board ship--makes one"s eyes wet and all!
But when the boys came nearer they stopped running all of a sudden and stared. They had forgotten what their mother looked like, and little sister they had never seen. But father--they didn"t know him at all till he came quite close. He had cut off his heavy beard.
Chapter XII
All is well now.
Isak sows his oats, harrows, and rolls it in. Little Leopoldine comes and wants to sit on the roller. Sit on a roller?--nay, she"s all too little and unknowing for that yet. Her brothers know better. There"s no seat on father"s roller.
But father thinks it fine and a pleasure to see little Leopoldine coming up so trustingly to him already; he talks to her, and shows her how to walk nicely over the fields, and not get her shoes full of earth.
"And what"s that--why, if you haven"t a blue frock on today--come, let me see; ay, "tis blue, so it is. And a belt round and all. Remember when you came on the big ship? And the engines--did you see them?
That"s right--and now run home to the boys again, they"ll find you something to play with."
Oline is gone, and Inger has taken up her old work once more, in house and yard. She overdoes it a little, maybe, in cleanliness and order, just by way of showing that she was going to have things differently now. And indeed it was wonderful to see what a change was made; even the gla.s.s windows in the old turf hut were cleaned, and the boxes swept out.
But it was only the first days, the first week; after that she began to be less eager about the work. There was really no need to take all that trouble about cowsheds and things; she could make better use of her time now. Inger had learned a deal among the town folk, and it would be a pity not to turn it to account. She took to her spinning-wheel and loom again--true enough, she was even quicker and neater than before--a trifle too quick--_hui_!--especially when Isak was looking on; he couldn"t make out how any one could learn to use their fingers that way--the fine long fingers she had to her big hands. But Inger had a way of dropping one piece of work to take up another, all in a moment. Well, well, there were more things to be looked to now than before, and maybe she was not altogether so patient as she had been; a trifle of unrest had managed to creep in.
First of all there were the flowers she had brought with her--bulbs and cuttings; little lives these too, that must be thought of. The gla.s.s window was too small, the ledge too narrow to set flower-pots on; and besides, she had no flower-pots. Isak must make some tiny boxes for begonias, fuchsias, and roses. Also, one window was not enough--fancy a room with only one window!
And, "Oh, by the way," said Inger, "I want an iron, you know. There isn"t one in the place. I could use a flat iron for pressing when I"m sewing dresses and things, but you can"t do proper work without an iron of some sort."
Isak promised to get the blacksmith down at the village to make a first-rate pressing-iron. Oh, Isak was ready to do anything, do all that she asked in every way; for he could see well enough that Inger had learned a heap of things now, and matchless clever she was grown.
She spoke, too, in a different way, a little finer, using elegant words. She never shouted out to him now as she used to: "Come and get your food!" but would say instead: "Dinner"s ready, if you please."
Everything was different now. In the old days he would answer simply "Ay," or say nothing at all, and go on working for a bit before he came. Now, he said "Thanks," and went in at once. Love makes the wise a fool: now and then Isak would say "Thanks, thanks." Ay, all was different now--maybe a trifle too fine in some ways. When Isak spoke of dung, and was rough in his speech, as peasants are, Inger would call it manure, "for the sake of the children, you know."
She was careful with the children, and taught them everything, educated them. Let tiny Leopoldine go on quickly with her crochet work, and the boys with writing and schooling; they would not be altogether behindhand when the time came for them to go to school in the village. Eleseus in particular was grown a clever one, but little Sivert was nothing much, if the truth must be told--a madcap, a jackanapes. He even ventured to screw a little at Mother"s sewing-machine, and had already hacked off splinters from table and chairs with his new pocket-knife. Inger had threatened to take it away altogether.
The children, of course, had all the animals about the place, and Eleseus had still his coloured pencil besides. He used it very carefully, and rarely lent it to his brother, but for all that the walls were covered with blue and red drawings as time went on, and the pencil got smaller and smaller. At last Eleseus was simply forced to put Sivert on rations with it, lending him the pencil on Sunday only, for one drawing. Sivert was not pleased with the arrangement, but Eleseus was a fellow who would stand no nonsense. Not so much as being the stronger, but he had longer arms, and could manage better when it came to a quarrel.
But that Sivert! Now and again he would come across a bird"s nest in the woods; once he talked about a mouse-hole he had found, and made a lot of that; another time it was a great fish as big as a man, he had seen in the river. But it was all evidently his own invention; he was somewhat inclined to make black into white, was Sivert, but a good sort for all that. When the cat had kittens, it was he who brought her milk, because she hissed too much for Eleseus. Sivert was never tired of standing looking at the box full of movement, a nest of tumbling furry paws.
The chickens, too, he noticed every day: the c.o.c.k with his lordly carriage and fine feathers, the hens tripping about chattering low, and pecking at the sand, or screaming out as if terribly hurt every time they had laid an egg.
And there was the big wether. Little Sivert had read a good deal to what he knew before, but he could not say of the wether that the beast had a fine Roman nose, begad! That he could not say. But he could do better than that. He knew the wether from the day when it had been a lamb, he understood it and was one with it--a kinsman, a fellow-creature. Once, a strange primitive impression flickered through his senses: it was a moment he never forgot. The wether was grazing quietly in the field; suddenly it threw up its head, stopped munching, simply stood there looking out. Sivert looked involuntarily in the same direction. No--nothing remarkable. But Sivert himself felt something strange within him: ""Tis most as if he stood looking into the garden of Eden," he thought.
There were the cows,--the children had each a couple,--great sailing creatures, so friendly and tame that they let themselves be caught whenever you liked; let human children pat them. There was the pig, white and particular about its person when decently looked after, listening to every sound, a comical fellow, always eager for food, and ticklish and fidgety as a girl. And there was the billy-goat, there was always one old billy-goat at Sellanraa, for as soon as one died another was ready to take his place. And was there ever anything so solemnly ridiculous to look at? Just now he had a whole lot of goats to look after, but at times he would get sick and tired of them all, and lie down, a bearded, thoughtful spectacle, a veritable Father Abraham. And then in a moment, up again and off after the flock. He always left a trail of sourish air behind him.
The daily round of the farm goes on. Now and again a traveller comes by, on his way up to the hills, and asks: "And how"s all with ye here?"
And Isak answers: "Ay, thank ye kindly."
Isak works and works, consulting the almanac for all that he does, notes the changes of the moon, pays heed to the signs of the weather, and works on. He has beaten out so much of a track down to the village that he can drive in now with horse and cart, but for the most part, he carries his load himself; carries loads of cheese or hides, and bark and resin, and b.u.t.ter and eggs; all things he can sell, to bring back other wares instead. No, in the summer he does not often drive down--for one thing, because the road down from Breidablik, the last part of the way, is so badly kept. He has asked Brede Olsen to help with the upkeep of the road, and do his share. Brede Olsen promises, but does not hold to his word. And Isak will not ask him again. Rather carry a load on his back himself. And Inger says: "I can"t understand how you ever manage it all." Oh, but he could manage anything. He had a pair of boots, so unimaginably heavy and thick, with great slabs of iron on the soles, even the straps were fastened with copper nails--it was a marvel that one man could walk in such boots at all.
On one of his journeys down, he came upon several gangs of men at work on the moors; putting down stone sockets and fixing telegraph poles.
Some of them are from the village, Brede Olsen is there too, for all that he has taken up land of his own and ought to be working on that.
Isak wonders that Brede can find time.
The foreman asks if Isak can sell them telegraph poles. Isak says no.
Not if he"s well paid for them?--No.--Oh, Isak was grown a thought quicker in his dealings now, he could say no. If he sold them a few poles, to be sure it would be money in his pockets, so many _Daler_ more; but he had no timber to spare, there was nothing gained by that.
The engineer in charge comes up himself to ask, but Isak refuses.
"We"ve poles enough," says the engineer, "but it would be easier to take them from your ground up there, and save transport."
"I"ve no timber to spare myself," says Isak. "I want to get up a bit of a saw and do some cutting; there"s some more buildings I"ll need to have ready soon."
Here Brede Olsen put in a word, and says: "If I was you, Isak, I"d sell them poles."
For all his patience, Isak gave Brede a look and said: "Ay, I dare say you would."
"Well--what?" asks Brede.
"Only that I"m not you," said Isak.