"You don"t mean to tell me that even the children preached," said Ingmar doubtingly.
"Oh, yes!" the old man returned. "h.e.l.lgum told them that they should serve the Lord instead of playing, so they started in to convert their elders. They lay in ambush along the roadside, and pounced upon innocent pa.s.sers-by with such ravings as these: "Aren"t you going to begin the fight against the devil? Shall you continue to live in sin?""
Young Ingmar did not want to believe what Strong Ingmar was recounting. "Old man Felt must have put all that into your head,"
he concluded.
"By the way, this was what I wanted to tell you," said Strong Ingmar: "Felt is done for, too! When I think that all this mischief has been hatched on the Ingmar Farm, I feel ashamed to look people in the face."
"Have they wronged Felt in any way?" asked Ingmar.
"It was the work of those youngsters, drat them! One evening, when they had nothing else to do, they took it into their heads to go and convert Felt, for of course they had heard that he was a great sinner."
"But in the old days all the children were as afraid of Felt as they were of witches and trolls," Ingmar reminded.
"Oh, these youngsters were scared, too, but they must have had their hearts set upon doing something very heroic. So one evening, as Felt sat stirring his evening porridge, they stormed his cabin.
When they opened the door and saw the old Corporal, with his bristling moustaches, his broken nose, and his game eye, sitting before the fire, they were terribly frightened, and two of the littlest ones ran away. The dozen or so that went in knelt in a circle around the old man, and began to sing and pray."
"And didn"t he drive them out?" asked Ingmar.
"If only he had!" sighed the old man. "I don"t know what had come over the Corporal. The poor wretch must have been sitting there brooding over the loneliness and desolation of his old age. And then I suppose it was because those who had come to him were children. The fact that children had always been afraid of him must have been a source of grief to the old man; and when he saw all those baby faces, with their upturned eyes filled with shining tears, he was powerless. The children were only waiting for him to rush at them and strike them. Although they kept right on singing and praying, they were ready to cut and run the instant he made a move. Presently a pair of them noticed that Felt"s face was beginning to twitch. "Now he"ll go for us," they thought, getting up to flee. But the old man blinked his one good eye, and a tear rolled down his cheek. "Hallelujah!" the youngsters shouted, and now, as I"ve already told you, it"s all up with Felt. Now he does nothing but run about to meetings, and fasts and prays, and fancies he hears the voice of G.o.d."
"I don"t see anything hurtful in all that," said Ingmar. "Felt was killing himself with drink when the h.e.l.lgumists took him into camp."
"Well, you"ve got so many friends to lose that a little thing like this wouldn"t matter to you. No doubt you would have liked it if the children had succeeded in converting the schoolmaster."
"I can"t imagine those poor little kids trying to tackle Storm!"
Ingmar was dumfounded. What Strong Ingmar had said about the parish being turned upside down must be true after all, he thought.
"But they did, though," Strong Ingmar replied. "One evening, as Storm was sitting in the cla.s.sroom writing, a score of them came in and began preaching to him."
"And what did Storm do?" asked Ingmar, unable to keep from laughing.
"He was so astounded at first that he couldn"t say or do a thing.
But, as luck would have it, h.e.l.lgum had arrived a few moments before and was in the kitchen talking with Gertrude."
"Was h.e.l.lgum with Gertrude?"
"Yes; h.e.l.lgum and Gertrude have been friends ever since the day that he acted upon her advice in the little matter with Gunhild.
When Gertrude heard the racket in the schoolroom, she said: "You"re just in time to see something new, h.e.l.lgum. It would seem that henceforth the children are to instruct the schoolmaster." Then h.e.l.lgum laughed, for he comprehended that this sort of thing was ludicrous. He promptly drove the children out, and abolished the nuisance."
Ingmar noticed that the old man was eying him in a peculiar way; it was as if a hunter were looking at a wounded bear and wondering whether he should give it another shot.
"I don"t know what you expect of me," said Ingmar.
"What could I expect of you, who are only a boy! Why, you haven"t a penny to your name. All you"ve got in the world are your two empty hands."
"I verily believe you want me to throttle h.e.l.lgum!"
"They said down at the village that this would soon blow over if you could only induce h.e.l.lgum to leave these parts."
"Whenever a new religious sect springs up there"s always strife and dissension," said Ingmar. "So this is nothing out of the common."
"All the same, this will be a good way for you to show people what sort of stuff you"re made of," the old man persisted.
Ingmar turned away and set the saws going. He would have liked above everything to ask how Gertrude was getting along, and whether she had already joined the h.e.l.lgumists; but he was too proud to betray his fears.
At eight o"clock he went home to his breakfast. As usual, the table was heaped with tempting dishes, and both Halvor and Karin were especially nice to him. Seeing them so kind and gentle, he could not believe a word of Strong Ingmar"s chatter. He felt light of heart once more, and positive that the old man had exaggerated. In a little while his anxiety about Gertrude returned, with a force so overwhelming that it took away his appet.i.te, and he could not touch his food. Suddenly he turned to Karin and said abruptly:
"Have you seen anything of the Storms lately?"
"No!" replied Karin stiffly. "I don"t care to a.s.sociate with such unG.o.dly people."
Here was an answer that set Ingmar thinking. He wondered whether he had better speak or be silent. If he were to speak it might end in a break with his family; at the same time he did not want them to think that he up held them in matters that were altogether wrong.
"I have never seen any signs of unG.o.dliness about the schoolmaster"s folks," he retorted. "And yet I have lived with them for four years."
The very thought that had occurred to Ingmar the moment before, now came to Karin. She, too, wondered whether she should or should not speak. But she felt that she would have to hold to the truth, even if it hurt Ingmar; therefore she said that if people would not hearken to the voice of G.o.d, one could not help but think them unG.o.dly.
Then Halvor joined in. "The question of the children is a vital one," he said. "They should be given the right kind of training."
"Storm has trained the entire parish, and you, too, Halvor," Ingmar reminded him.
"But he has not taught us how to live rightly," said Karin.
"It seems to me that you have always tried to do that, Karin."
"Let me tell you how it was to live by the old teaching. It was like trying to walk upon a round beam: one minute you were up, the next you were down. But when I let my fellow-Christians take me by the hand and support me, I can tread the straight and narrow path of Righteousness without stumbling."
"I dare say," Ingmar smiled; "but that"s too easy."
"Even so, it"s quite difficult enough, but no longer impossible."
"But what about the Storms?"
"Those who belong with us took their children out of the school.
You see we didn"t want the children to absorb any of the old teaching."
"What did the schoolmaster say to that?"
"He said it was against the law to take children away from school, and promptly sent a constable over to Israel Toma.s.son"s and Krister Larsson"s to fetch their children."
"And now you are not on friendly terms with the Storms?"
"We simply keep to ourselves."
"You seem to be at odds with every one."
"We only keep away from those who would tempt us to sin."
As the three went on talking, they lowered their voices. They were all very fearful of every word they let drop, for they felt that the conversation had taken a painful turn.