When they came home the hay was dry as ever. They had cheated providence by trusting it, and suffered no loss; they had gained by it. And then Sivert flung out an arm, and said: "Ho! Mother"s been haymaking!" Isak looked down over the fields and said "H"m." Isak had noticed already that some of the hay had been shifted; Inger ought to be home now for her midday meal. It was well done indeed of her to get in the hay, after he had scolded her the day before and said "Huttch!"
And it was no light hay to move; she must have worked hard, and all the cows and goats to milk besides.... "Go in and get something to eat," he said to Sivert.
"Aren"t you coming, then?"
"No."
A little while after, Inger came out and stood humbly on the door-slab and said:
"If you"d think of yourself a little--and come in and have a bite to eat."
Isak grumbled at that and said "H"m." But it was so strange a thing of late for Inger to be humble in any way, that his stubbornness was shaken.
"If you could manage to set a couple of teeth in my rake, I could get on again with the hay," said she. Ay, she came to her husband, the master of the place, to ask for something, and was grateful that he did not turn scornfully away.
"You"ve worked enough," said he, "raking and carting and all."
"No, "tis not enough."
"I"ve no time, anyway, to mend rakes now. You can see there"s rain coming soon."
And Isak went off to his work.
It was all meant to save her, no doubt; for the couple of minutes it would have taken to mend the rake would have been more than tenfold repaid by letting Inger work on. Anyhow, Inger came out with her rake as it was, and fell to haymaking with a will; Sivert came up with the horse and haycart, and all went at it, sweating at the work, and the hay was got in. It was a good stroke of work, and Isak fell to thinking once more of the powers above that guide all our ways--from stealing a _Daler_ to getting a crop of hay. Moreover, there lay the boat; after half a generation of thinking it over, the boat was finished; it was there, up on the lake.
"Eyah, _Herregud_!" said Isak.
Chapter XV
It was a strange evening altogether: a turning-point. Inger had been running off the line for a long time now; and one lift up from the floor had set her in her place again. Neither spoke of what had happened. Isak had felt ashamed of himself after--all for the sake of a _Daler_, a trifle of money, that he would have had to give her after all, because he himself would gladly have let the boy have it. And then again--was not the money as much Inger"s as his own? There came a time when Isak found it his turn to be humble.
There came many sorts of times. Inger must have changed her mind again, it seemed; once more she was different, gradually forgetting her fine ways and turning earnest anew: a settler"s wife, earnest and thoughtful as she had been before. To think that a man"s hard grip could work such wonders! But it was right; here was a strong and healthy woman, sensible enough, but spoiled and warped by long confinement in an artificial air--and she had b.u.t.ted into a man who stood firmly on his feet. Never for a moment had he left his natural place on the earth, on the soil. Nothing could move him.
Many sorts of times. Next year came the drought again, killing the growth off slowly, and wearing down human courage. The corn stood there and shrivelled up; the potatoes--the wonderful potatoes--they did not shrivel up, but flowered and flowered. The meadows turned grey, but the potatoes flowered. The powers above guided all things, no doubt, but the meadows were turning grey.
Then one day came Geissler--ex-Lensmand Geissler came again at last.
It was good to find that he was not dead, but had turned up again. And what had he come for now?
Geissler had no grand surprises with him this time, by the look of it; no purchases of mining rights and doc.u.ments and such-like. Geissler was poorly dressed, his hair and beard turned greyer, and his eyes redder at the edges than before. He had no man, either, to carry his things, but had his papers in a pocket, and not even a bag.
"_G.o.ddag_" said Geissler.
"_G.o.ddag_" answered Isak and Inger. "Here"s the like of visitors to see this way!"
Geissler nodded.
"And thanks for all you did that time--in Trondhjem," said Inger all by herself.
And Isak nodded at that, and said: "Ay, "tis two of us owe you thanks for that."
But Geissler--it was not his way to be all feelings and sentiments; he said: "Yes, I"m just going across to Sweden."
For all their trouble of mind over the drought, Sellanraa"s folk were glad to see Geissler again; they gave him the best they had, and were heartily glad to do what they could for him after all he had done.
Geissler himself had no troubles that could be seen; he grew talkative at once, looked out over the fields and nodded. He carried himself upright as ever, and looked as if he had several hundreds of _Daler_ in his pockets. It livened them up and brightened everything to have him there; not that he made any boisterous fun, but a lively talker, that he was.
"Fine place, Sellanraa, splendid place," he said. "And now there"s others coming up one after another, since you"ve started, Isak. I counted five myself. Are there any more?"
"Seven in all. There"s two that can"t be seen from the road."
"Seven holdings; say fifty souls. Why, it"ll be a densely populated neighbourhood before long. And you"ve a school already, so I hear?"
"Ay, we have."
"There--what did I say? A school all to yourselves, down by Brede"s place, being more in the middle. Fancy Brede as a farmer in the wilds!" and Geissler laughed at the thought. "Ay, I"ve heard all about you, Isak; you"re the best man here. And I"m glad of it. Sawmill, too, you"ve got?"
"Ay, such as it is. But it serves me well enough. And I"ve sawed a bit now and again for them down below."
"Bravo! That"s the way!"
"I"d be glad to hear what you think of it, Lensmand, if so be you"d care to look at that sawmill for yourself."
Geissler nodded, with the air of an expert; yes, he would look at it, examine it thoroughly. Then he asked: "You had two boys, hadn"t you--what"s become of the other? In town? Clerk in an office? H"m,"
said Geissler. "But this one here looks a st.u.r.dy sort--what was your name, now?"
"Sivert."
"And the other one?"
"Eleseus."
"And he"s in an engineer"s office--what"s he reckon to learn there? A starvation-business. Much better have come to me," said Geissler.
"Ay," said Isak, for politeness" sake. He felt a sort of pity for Geissler at the moment. Oh, that good man did not look as if he could afford to keep clerks; had to work hard enough by himself, belike.
That jacket--it was worn to fringes at the wrists.
"Won"t you have some dry hose to put on?" said Inger, and brought out a pair of her own. They were from her best days; fine and thin, with a border.
"No, thanks," said Geissler shortly, though he must have been wet through.--"Much better have come to me," he said again, speaking of Eleseus. "I want him badly." He took a small silver tobacco box from his pocket and sat playing with it in his fingers. It was perhaps the only thing of value left him now.
But Geissler was restless, changing from one thing to another. He slipped the thing back into his pocket again and started a new theme.
"But--what"s that? Why, the meadow that"s all grey. I thought it was the shadow. The ground is simply parched. Come along with me, Sivert."
He rose from the table suddenly, thinking no more of food, turned in the doorway to say "Thank you" to Inger for the meal, and disappeared, Sivert following.