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DONALDSON, Assistant Librarian.’ JOHN W. LOYJBLIj CO., Publisher* 1 4- Sa 1© Yesey S-turoot;., IN"©-vs7 THE HAPPY BOY 3 Cale of Bortnegtan peasant tiff BY BJORNSTJERNE BJORNSON ; / ■ffRAWSLATBO FROM THB WORWBGIAK BY 11. R. G. NEW YORK: JOHN W. LOVELL COMPANY, 14. and 1 6 Vesey Street. BJORNSTJERNE BJORNSON’S WORKS NO. CONTAINED IN LOVELL’S LIBRARY. 3 The Happy Boy, 4 Arne, 486555 JUL 1 7 1942 TROW’S PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY, NEW YORK. PRICE. IOC. IOC. I The Happy Boy. PREFATORY NOTE. /he tale here presented is tne story of a young peasant bo/, to whom the world has always seemed a delightful dream, until he is awakened to his position in it by finding obstacles in Ihe way of his love for a girl who is above him in birth. The char- acters of the hero and heroine are both drawn more distinctly than in “ Arne,” the previous work of Bjornson, with which the < American public are familiar; though the two books are marked t y the same delicate touch, the same subtile insight, and the s une simplicity of language. The episode of the schoolmaster’s story, too, is told with a tender pathos, which shows the author’s profound knowledge of the intricate motives and workings of human nature. Everywhere we find sweet pictures, delicious representations, of real country life in Norway. It is hoped that this little sketch, slight as it may be, will serve further to acquaint us with the idyllic thinker already introduced by the translations of “ \rne ” and ‘'The Fishet Maiden/' * THE HAPPY BOY. CHAPTER I. EYVIND was his name ; and he cried when he was born. But as soon as he sat up on his mother's lap, he laughed ; and when they lighted the candles in the evening, he laughed louder than ever, but then began to cry, because they would not let him reach them. “ That boy will be something wonderful,” said his mother. A low, barren cliff overhung the house in which he was born ; fir and birch looked down on the roof, and wild cherry strewed flowers over it. Upon this roof there walked about a little goat, which belonged to Oeyvind. He was kept there that he might not go astray ; and Oeyvind carried leaves and grass up to him. One fine day the goat leaped down, and, — away to the cliff; he went straight up, and came where he never had been before. Oeyvind did not see him when he came out after dinner, and thought immediately of the fox. He grew hot all over, looked around about, and called, “ Killy-killy-killy-goat ! ” “ Bay-ay-ay,” said the goat, from the brow of the hill, as he cocked his head on one side and looked down. 19 THE HAPPY BOY. But at the side of the goat there kneeled a little girl. “ Is it yours, this goat?” she asked. Oeyvind stood with eyes and mouth wide open, thrust both hands into the breeches he had on, and asked: “ Who are you ?” “I am Marit, mother’s little one, father’s fiddle, the elf in the house, grand-daughter of Ole Nordistuen of the I leide farms, four years old in the autumn, two days after the frost nights, I ! ” “ Are you really?” he said, and drew a long breath, which he had not dared to do so long as she was speaking. “ Is it yours, this goat?” asked the girl again. “ Ye-es,” he said, and looked up. “ I have taken such a fancy to the goat. You will not give it to me ? ” “ No, that I won’t.” She lay kicking her legs, and looking down at him, and then she said: “But if I give you a butter-cake for the goat, can I have him then?” Oeyvind came of poor people, and had eaten butter- cake only once in his life, that was when grandpapa came there, and any thing like it he had never eaten before nor since. He looked up at the girl : “ Let me see the butter-cake first,” said he. She was not long about it, took out a large cake, which she held in her hand : “ Here it is,” she said, and threw it down. “ Ow, it went to pieces,” said the boy : he gathered up every bit with the utmost care ; he could not help tasting the very smallest, and that was so good, he had to taste another, and before he knew it himself, he had eaten up the whole cake. “Now the goat is mine,” said the girl. The boy stopped with the last bit in his mouth, the girl lay and THE HAPPY BOY. laughed, and the goat stood by her side, with white breast and dark brown hair, looking sideways down. “ Could you not wait a little while?” begged the boy his heart began to beat. Then the girl laughed still more, and got up quickly on her knees. “No, the goat is mine,” she said, and threw her arms round its neck, loosened one of her garters, and fastened it round. Oeyvind looked up. She got up, and began pulling at the goat: it would not follow, and twisted its neck downwards to where Oeyvind stood. “Bay-ay-ay,” it said. But she took hold of its hair with one hand,, pulled the string with the other, and said gently, “Come, goat, and you shall go into the room and eat out of mother’s dish and my apron.” And then she sung, — “ Come, boy’s goat, Come, mother’s calf, Come, mewing cat In snow-white shoes. Come, yellow ducks, Come out of your hiding-place; Come, little chickens, Who can hardly go; Come, my doves With soft feathers ; See, the grass is wet, But the sun does you good ; And early, early is it in summer, But call for the autumn, and it will come.” There stood the boy. He had taken care of the goat since the winter before, when it was born, and he had never imagined he could lose it; but now it was done in a moment, and he a v-»u!d never see it again. His mother came up humming from the bea r , with wooden pans which she had scoured: she saw the bov THE HAPPY BOY. *4 sitting with his legs crossed under him on the grass, cry- ing, and she went up to him. “What arc you crying about ?” “ Oh, the goat, the goat ! ” “Yes: where is the goat?” asked his mother, looking up at the roof. “ It will never come back again,” said the boy. “ Dear me ! how could that happen? ” He would not confess immediately. “ Has the fox taken it?” “ Ah, if it only were the fox ! ” “Are you crazy?” said his mother: “what has be- come of the goat ? ” “ Oh-h-h — I happened to — to — to sell it for a cake ! ” As soon as he had uttered the word, he understood what it was to sell the goat for a cake : he had not thought of it before. His mother said, — “ What do you suppose the little goat thinks of you, when you could sell him for a cake?” And the boy thought about it, and felt sure that he could never again be happy in this world, and not even in heaven, he thought afterwards. He felt so sorry, that he promised himself never again to do any thing wrong, never to cut the thread on the spinning-wheel, nor let the goats out, nor go down to the sea alone. He fell asleep where he lay, and dreamed about the goat, that it had gone to Heaven : our Lord sat there with a great beard as in the catechism, and the goat stood eating the leaves off a shining tree ; but Oeyvind sat alone on the roof, and could not come up. Suddenly there came something wet close up to his ear, and he started up. “ Bay-ay-ay ! ” it said ; and it was the goat, who had come back again. “ What ! have you got back ? ” He jum*>e^ up, took THE HAPPY BOY. ‘ J it by the two fore-legs, and danced with it as if it were a brother: he pulled its beard, and he was just going in to his mother with it, when he heard some one behind him, and, looking, saw the girl sitting on the greensward by his side. Now he understood it all, and let go the goat. u Is it you, who have come with it? ” She sat, tearing the grass up with her hands, and said, — “ They would not let me keep it : grandfather is sitting up there, waiting.” While the boy stood looking at her, he heard a sharp voice from the road above call out, “ Now ! ” Then she remembered what she was to do : she rose, went over to Oeyvind, put one of her muddy hands into his, and, turning her face away, said, — “ I beg your pardon ! ” But then her courage was all gone : she threw herself over the goat, and wept. “ I think you had better keep the goat,” said Oeyvind, looking the other way. 4 Come, make haste ! ” said grandpapa, up on the hill ; and Marit rose, and walked with reluctant feet upwgrds. “You are forgetting your garter,” Oeyvind called after her. She turned round, and looked first at the garter and then at him. At last she came to a great resolution, and said, in a choked voice, — “You may keep that.” He went over to her, and, taking her hand, said, — “ Thank you I ” “ Oh, nothing to thank for,” she answered, but drew a long sigh, and walked on. He sat down on the grass again. The goat walked about near him, but he was no longer so pleased with it as before. CHAPTER II. THE goat was fastened to the wall ; but Oeyvind walked about, looking up at the cliff. His mother came out, and sat down by his side : he wanted to hear stories about what was far away, for now the goat no longer satisfied him. So she told him how once every thing could talk : the mountain talked to the stream, and the stream to the river, the river to the sea, and the sea to the sky ; but then he asked if the sky did not talk to any one ; and the sky talked to the clouds, the clouds to the trees, the trees to the grass, the grass to the flies, the flies to the animals, the animals to the children, the children to the grown-up people ; and so it went on, until it had gone round, and no one could tell where it had begun. Oeyvind looked at the mountain, the trees, the sky, and had never really seen them before. The cat came out at that moment, and lay down on the stone before the door in the sunshine. “What does the cat say?” asked Oeyvind, pointing His mother sang, — * At evening softly shines the sun, The cat lies lazv on the stone. Two small mice. Cream thick and nice, THE HAPPY BOY. 17 Four bits of fish, I stole behind a dish, And am so lazy and tired, Because so well I have fared,” says the cat. But then came the cock, with all the hens. 44 What does the cock say?” asked Oeyvind, clapping his hands together. His mother sang, — “The mother-hen her wings doth sink, The cock stands on one leg to think . That gray goose Steers high her course; But sure am I that never she As clever as a cock can be. Run in, jrou hens, keep under the roof to-day, For the sun has got leave to stay away,” says the cock. But the little birds were sitting on the ridgepole, sing- ing. 44 What do the birds say ? ” asked Oeyvind, laughing. “Dear Lord, how pleasant is life, For those who have neither toil nor strife,” say the birds. And she told him what they all said, down to the ant, who crawled in the moss, and the worm who worked in the bark. That same summer, his mother began to teach him to read. He had owned books a long time, and often won- dered how it would seem when they also began to talk. Now the letters turned into animals, birds, and every thing else ; but soon they began to walk together, two and two ; a stood and rested under a tree, which was called b; then came £, and did the same ; but when three or four came together, it seemed as if they were angry with each other, for it would not go right. And the farther along i8 THE HAPPY BOY. ne came, the more he forgot what they were : he remem- bered longest a , which he liked best ; it was a little bk zk lamb, and was friends with everybody ; but soon he forgot a also : the book had no more stories, nothing but lessons. One day his mother came in, and said to him, — “ To-morrow school begins, and then you are going up to the farm with me.” Oe)wind had heard that school was a place where many boys played together ; and he had no objection. Indeed, he was much pleased: he had often been at the farm, but never when there was school there ; and now he was so anxious to get there, he walked faster than his mother up over the hills. As they came up to the neigh- boring house, a tremendous buzzing, like that from the water-mill at home, met their ears ; and he asked his mother what it was. “ That is the children reading,” she answered ; and he was much pleased, for that was the way he used to read, before he knew the letters. When he came in, there sat as many children round a table as he had ever seen at church ; others were sitting on their luncheon-boxes, which were ranged round the walls ; some stood in small groups round a large printed card ; the school- master, an old gray-haired man, was sitting on a stool by the chimney-corner, filling his pipe. They all looked up as Oeyvind and his mother entered, and the mill-hum ceased as if the water had suddenly been turned off. All looked at the new-comers ; the mother bowed to the schoolmaster, who returned her greeting. “ Here I bring a little boy who wants to learn to read,” said his mother. “What is the fellow’s name?” said the schoolmaster, diving down into his pouch after tobacco. THE HAPPY BOY. l9 44 Oeyvind,” said his mother : 44 he knows his letters, and can put them together.,, 44 Is it possible ! ” said the schoolmaster : 44 come here, you Whitehead ! ” Oeyvind went over to him : the schoolmaster took him on his lap, and raised his cap. 44 What a nice little boy ! ” said he, and stroked his hair. Oeyvind looked up into his eyes, and laughed. 44 Is it at me you are laughing ?” asked he, with a frown. 44 Yes, it is,” answered Oeyvind, and roared with laughter. At that the schoolmaster laughed, Oeyvind’s mother laughed : the children understood that they also were allowed to laugh, and so they all laughed to- gether. So Oeyvind became one of the scholars. As he was going to find his seat, they all wanted to make room for him : he looked round a long time, while they whispered and pointed ; he turned round on all sides, with his cap in his hand and his book under his arm. 44Now, what are you going to do?” asked the school- master, who was busy with his pipe again. Just as the boy is going to turn round to the schoolmaster, he sees close beside him, sitting down by the hearthstone on a little red-painted tub, Marit, of the many names : she had covered her face with both hands, and sat peeping at him through her fingers. 44 1 shall sit here,” said Oeyvind, quickly, taking a tub and seating himself at her side. Then she raised a little the arm nearest him, and looked at him from under her elbow : immediately he also hid his face with both hands, and looked at her from under his elbow. So they sat, keeping up the sport, until she laughed, then he laughed 20 THE HAPPY BOY. too ; the children had seen it, and laughed with them ; at that, #iere rung out in a fearfully strong voice, which, however, grew milder at every pause, — 44 Silence ! you young scoundrels, you rascals, you lit- tle good-for-nothings ! keep still, and be good to me, you augar-pigs.” That was the schoolmaster, whose custom it was to boil up, but calm down again before he had finished. It grew quiet immediately in the school, until the water- wheels again began to go : every one read aloud from his book, the sharpest trebles piped up, the rougher voices drummed louder and louder to get the preponderance ; here and there one shouted in above the others, and Oeyvind had never had such fun in all his life. 44 Is it always like this here?” whispered he to Marit. 44 Yes, just like this,” she said. Afterwards, they had to go up to the schoolmaster, and read ; and then a little boy was called to read, so that they were allowed to go and sit down quietly again. 44 I have got a goat now, too,” said she. 44 Have you ? ” 44 Yes ; but it is not so pretty as yours.” 44 Why don’t you come oftener up on the cliff?” 44 Grandpapa is afraid I shall fall over.” 44 But it is not so very high.” 44 Grandpapa won’t let me, for all that.” 44 Mother knows so many songs,” said he. 44 Grandpapa does, too, you can believe.” 44 Yes ; but he does not know what mother does.” 44 Grandpapa knows one about a dance. Would you like to hear it ? ” 44 Yes, very much.” 44 Well, then, you must come farther over here, so that the schoolmaster may not hear.” THE HAPPY BOY. 21 He changed his place, and then she recited a little piece of a song three or four times over, so that the boy learned it, and that was the first he learned at school. “ Up with you, youngsters ! ” called out the school- master : “ this is the first day, so you shall be dismissed early ; but first we must say a prayer, and sing.” Instantly, all was life^in the school : they jumped down from the benches, sprung over the floor, and talked into each other’s mouths. “ Silence ! you young torments, you little beggars, you noisy boys ! be quiet, and walk softly across the floor, little children,” said the schoolmaster ; and now they walked quietly, and took their places ; after which, the schoolmaster went in front of them, and made a short prayer. Then they sung: the schoolmaster began in a deep bass ; all the children stood with folded hands, and joined in. Oeyvind stood farthest down by the door with Marit, and looked on : they also folded their hands, but they could not sing. That was the first day at school CHAPTER III, jEYVIND grew, and became a clever boy : at school he was among the first, and at home he did his work well. That was because at home he was fond of his mother, and at school of the schoolmaster. Of his father he saw little ; for he was either away fishing, or else looking after the mill, where half the parish had their grain ground. ^What had the most influence on his mind at this time, was the history of the schoolmaster, which his mother told him one evening as they sat by the chimney-corner. This history grew into his books, lay beneath every word the schoolmaster said, and stole round the school-room when it was quiet. It inspired him with obedience and reverence and almost an easier apprehension of every thing that was taught him. The history was as follows : — Baard was the schoolmaster’s name, and he had had a brother who was called Anders. They were very fond of each other ; both of them enlisted, lived together in garrison, and took part in the war, where they both became corporals in the same company. When they came home again after the war, every one thought they THE HAPPY BOY. 23 were two fine fellows. Then their father died : he had much personal property, which it was difficult to divide ; but they said, in order that this should nol make any disagreement between them, that they would put the goods up at auction, so that each might buy vvhat he liked, and they would divide the profits. As they had said, so it was done. But their father had owned a large gold watch, which was famous far and wide ; for that was the only gold watch people there- abouts had seen ; and, when it was put up, many rich men wanted to get it, until both the brothers began to bid too ; then the others left off. Now Baard expected that An- ders would let him get the watch, and Anders expected the same of Baard ; they bid each in their turn, to try the other, and looked over at each other while they were bidding. When the watch got up to twenty dollars, Baard thought that his brother was not doing rightly, and bid on, until it was nearly thirty dollars ; as Anders still kept on, Baard thought that Anders did not remember how kind he had always been to him, and, besides that, he was the elder ; so the watch went up to over thirty dollars. Anders kept on. Then Baard put the watch up to forty dollars at once, and no longer looked at his brother ; it grew very still in the auction-room, no sound but the auctioneer quietly naming the price. Anders thought, as he stood there, that if Baard could afford to give forty dollars, he could too ; and, if Baard grudged him the watch, he had better take it. He bid over. That, Baard thought, was\he greatest disgrace that had ever happened to him : he bid fifty dollars in quite a low tone. Many people stood around, and Anders thought that his brother could not so insult him in the hearing of all : he bid over. Then Baard laughed. “A hundred dollars, and my brother’s love into the H THE HAPPY BOY. bargain ! ” said he, and turned and went out of the room. A while after some one came out to him, as he was sad- dling the horse he had just bought. “The watch is yours,” said the man: “Anders gave up.” At the moment Baard heard that, something like re- pentance passed through him : he thought of his brother, and not of the watch. The saddle was put on, but he stopped with his hand on the horse’s back, uncertain whether he should ride off. Then many people came out, Anders among them ; and, as soon as he saw his brother standing over by the saddled horse, he did not imagine what Baard was thinking about at that minute ; but he shouted over to him, “Thank you for the watch, Baard! You will not see it go, the day your brother dogs your heels ! ” “Nor the day I ride to the farm again,” answered Baard, white in the face, and swung himself into the saddle. The house where they had lived together with their father, neither of them entered again. A short time after, Anders married into a workman’s family, but did not invite Baard to the wedding ; nor was Baard in the church. The first year Anders was married, the only cow he owned, was found dead on the north side of the house, where it had been tied to graze ; and no one could tell of what she died. Several other mis- fortunes occurred, and he was fast going down hill ; but the worst was, when his barfi, with every thing in it, burned down in the middle of the winter ; no one knew how the fire had arisen. “Some one has done that, who wishes me ill,” said Anders, and he wept that night. He became a poof man, and lost all desire for work. THE HAPPY BOY. 25 The hext evening Baard stood in Anders' room. An- ders lay in bed, when he entered, but started up. “What do you want here?,, lie asked, but then stoppec and stood staring at his brother. Baard waited a little while before he answered. “ I want to offer you help, Anders : you are not getting | along well." “ I am getting along as you meant to have me, Baard I Go, or I do not know whether I can govern myself!" “You are mistaken, Anders: I repent" — “Go, Baard, or God have mercy on us both !" Now this is how it had been with Baard. As soon as he heard that his brother was suffering, his heart melted ; but pride kept him back. He felt a need to go to church ; and, when there, he made good resolutions, but he could not carry them out. Often he had come so far, that he could see Anders’ house ; but one time, some one came out of the door, another time there was a stranger there, or, again, Anders was standing outside, chopping wood ; so there was always something in the way. But one Sunday, later in winter, he was again in church, and then Anders was there too. Baard saw him : he had grown pale and thin ; he wore the same, clothes as of old, when they used to be together, but now they were threadbare and patched. During the sermon he looked up at the clergyman, and Baard thought he looked good and kind, and remembered the years of their childhood, and what a good boy he used to be. Baard himself went to com- munion that day, and he made his God the solemn promise, that he would be reconciled to his brother, come what would. This resolve went through his soul as he drank the wine ; and, when he rose, he was going straight over to him to sit down beside him ; but some one sat in the way, and his brother did not look up. 26 THE HAPPY BOY. After church, there was again something in the way , there were too many people, his wife was walking by his side, and Baard did not know her ; he thought it was best to go to his brother’s house, and talk seriously with him. When the evening came, he did so. He went straight to the door of the cot, and listened, and he heard his own name spoken : it was by the wife. u He went to communion to-day,” said she: “he cer- tainly thought of you.” “ No : he did not think of me,” said Anders : “ I know him, he only thought of himself.” For a long time nothing was said : Baard was wet with perspiration as he stood there* although it was a cold evening. The wife inside was busy with her kettle, which sung on the hearth : a little baby cried at inter- nals, and Anders rocked it. Then she said these few words : — “ I believe you are both thinking of each other, without being willing to confess it.” “ Let us talk of something else,” answered Anders. A little while afterwards he rose, and came towards the door. Baard had to hide himself in the wood-shed ; but it was just there that Anders came, to get an armful of wood. Baard stood in the corner, and saw him distinctly : he had taken off his thread-bare Sunday clothes, and had on the uniform he had brought home with him from the war, like Baard’s, and which they had promised each other never to touch, but to leave for a family heirloom. Anders’ was now patched and worn out ; his strong, well- built frame lay as in a bundle of rags ; and, at the same time, Baard heard the gold watch ticking in his own pocket. Anders went to where the smaller branches lay ; instead of stooping to load himself, he stopped, leaned back against the Wood-pile* and looked out at the sky, THE HAPPY BOY. 2^ which was. clear and glittering with stars. Then he drew a sigh, and said, — “ Yes — yes — yes, — O Lord, O Lord ! ” So long as Baard lived, he heard that ever afterwards. He was just about to go up to him, when at the same moment his brother coughed, and it seemed so difficult ; more was not needed to hold him back. Anders took his armful of wood, and swept so close by Baard that the branches hit his face, so that it smarted. For at least ten minutes he stood still on the same spot, and it was doubtful when he would have moved, if, after his emotion, he had not been seized with such a shivering fit that he shook all over. Then he went out : he acknowledged freely to himself that he was too cow- ardly to go in ; therefore, he now adopted another plan. From a wood-box, which stood in the corner he had just left, he took a pine-knot, went up into the barn, shut the door after him, and struck a light. When he had lighted the pine-knot, he held it up to the nail where Anders hung his lantern, when he came early in the morning to thresh. Baard took out his gold watch and hung it on the nail, put out his light and left; and then he was so light of heart that he bounded over the snow like a young boy. The next day he heard that the barn had burned down that same night. Probably sparks had fallen from the pine-knot, which lighted him while hanging up the watch. This overwhelmed him to such a degree, that he sat that day like a sick man, took out his psalm-book, and sung so that the people in the house, thought he had gone crazy. But when evening came, fie went out: it was bright moonshine. He walked to his brother’s farm, dug about where the fire had been, and found, sure enough, a little melted lump of gold : that was the watch. 28 THE HAPPY BOY. It was with that in his hand, he went into his brothel that evening, begged for peace, and was going to explain every thing. But it has been before related how his visit terminated. A little girl had seen him dig about the spot of the fire, some boys going to a dance had seen him, the Sun- day evening before, walk down towards the barn, people in the house related how strange he appeared on Mon- day, and, as every one knew that he and his brother were bitter enemies, information was given and an inquiry was made. No one could prove any thing against him, but suspicion rested on him. Now, less than ever, could he make any approaches to his brother. Anders had thought of Baard, when the barn burned down, but had mentioned his suspicions to no one. And when he saw Baard enter his room the next evening, pale and distressed, he thought immediately, now he is seized with repentance, but for such an awful deed to his brother he shall never have forgiveness. Afterwards, he heard how people had seen him go down to the barn the same evening it burned ; and, although nothing came to light at the examination, he firmly believed that Baard was the guilty one. They met at the examination, — Baard with his good clothes, Anders in his patched ones: Baaid looked over to him, and his eyes entreated, so that An- ders felt it in the depth of his heart. He does not wish me to say any thing, thought Anders, and when he was asked if he suspected his brother, he answered loudly and distinctly, “No.” Anders took to hard drinking from that day, and soon began to show the effects of it. But it was still worse with Baard, although he did not drink : he was no longer to be known as the same man. Late one evening, there came a ooor woman into the THE HAPPY BOY. 29 little room which Baard rented, and asked him to follow her out a minute. He knew her : it was his brother’s wife. Baard understood directly what errand brought her, turned pale as a corpse, dressed himself, and fol- lowed her without uttering a word. There shone a faint light from Anders’ window, it twinkled and disap- peared ; and they went in the direction of it, for there was no path across the snow. When Baard stood for the second time before his brother’s door, he noticed a peculiar odor of sickness which made him feel ill. They went in. A little child was sitting over in the chim- ney-corner, eating coal, and was quite black in the face, but looked up, and laughed with its white teeth : it was his brother’s child. But over in the bed, with all sorts of clothes thrown over him, lay Anders, emaciated, with smooth high forehead, and looking with hollow eyes at his brother. Baard’s knees shook : he sat down at the foot of the bed, and burst into violent sobs. The sick man looked at him steadfastly and was silent. At length he bade his wife go out, but Baard made a sign to her that she should remain; and now these two brothers began to talk together. They explained every thing from the day when they had bid for the watch, up to the one when they now met. Baard concluded by taking out the lump of gold, which he always carried with him ; and it was now made clear between the two brothers, that in all these years they had not felt happy a single day. Anders did not say much, for he was not strong enough ; but Baard remained sitting by his bedside as long as Anders was ill. “ Now, I am quite well,” said Anders, one morning, when he awoke : “ now, brother, we shall live long to- gether, and never leave each other, just as in old times.” 30 THE HAPPY BOY. But that day he died. Baard took the wife and child home with him, and they fared well from that time. What the brothers had talked of together, sprung out through walls and dark- ness, and was known to all the people of the district, and Baard became the most respected man among them. All greeted him as one who had known great sorrow and found happiness again, or as one'who had been ab- sent a long time. Baard’ s firmness of character increased with the friendliness which surrounded him : he became a God-fearing man, and wished to find some occupation, he said ; and so the old corporal became schoolmaster. What he impressed on the children, first and last, was charity; and he himself practised it, so that the children loved him at once as a playmate and as a father. Such was the story of the old schoolmaster. It made so deep an impression on Oeyvind’s mind, that it became the source both of religion and of wisdom for him. The schoolmaster had got to be an almost supernatural being for him, although he sat there so sociably and scolded away so gently. Not to know every lesson, for him was impossible ; and if he got a smile or a stroke on his head after he had recited it, he was warm and happy for the whole day. It always made the deepest impression on the chil- dren, when the schoolmaster, before singing, made a little speech to them, and, at least once a week, read aloud some little verses, which were about loving one’s neighbor. When he read the first of these verses, his voice trembled, although he had now read it twenty or thirty years. But when the whole hymn was said, and he had paused a moment, he looked at them, and his eyes twinkled : THE HAPPY BOY. V 44 Up ! you young rascals, and go peaceably home, withouc making any noise : go quietly, that I may hear only good reports of you, little folks.” While they were making the worst possible confusion to find their books and dinner-pails, he shouted above the noise, — “ Come again to-morrow as soon as it is light, or I shall come and whip you : come again at the right time, girls and boys, and we will be industrious.” CHAPTER IV. F Oeyvind’s further progress, there is little to relate, until a year before confirmation. He read in the morning, worked during the day, and played in the evening. As he had an unusually lively disposition, it was not long before the children of the neighborhood gladly re- sorted where he was to be found. In front of the farm a high hill ran down to the bay, with the cliff on one side, and the wood on the other, as has been before described ; and during the whole winter it was a coasting ground every pleasant evening, and on Sundays, for all the chil- dren of the district. Oeyvind was leader on the hill, owned two sleds, “The Fast Trotter,” and “The Slow Coach ; ” the latter he lent to larger parties, the former he steered himself, taking Marit in his lap. At that time, the first thing Oeyvind did, on waking, was to look out and see if it was thawing, and if he saw that the gray mist hung over the bushes on the other side of the bay, or he heard the drops dripping from the roof, he was as long about dressing, as if there were nothing to be done that day. But if he awoke, and particularly on a Sunday, and found clear, cold, sparkling weather, best clothes, and no work, only catechism or church in THE HAPPY BOY. 33 the morning, and then the whole afternoon and evening free, — heigh ! the boy sprung with one leap out of bed, dressed himself as if for a fire, and could hardly eat any thing. As soon as it was afternoon, and the first boy came on his snow-shoes along the side of the road, swing- ing his stick over his head, and shouting so that it re- -echoed in the hills round the water, and then another after him on his sled, and another, another, — away went Oeyvind with the uFast Trotter,” bounded down the long hill, and stopped only among the last comers with a long, ringing shout, which stretched along the bay from hill to hil and died away in the distance. Then he w “The schoolmaster says you must go to the Semi- nary,” said she. “ Can one go there free?” asked Oeyvind. “The school fund pays,” answered his father, who was eating. “ Would you like that?” asked his mother. “ I would like to learn something, but not to be school- master.” They were all silent for a while. She hummed again and gazed forwards ; but Oeyvind walked away and sat down by himself. “ W e do not need to borrow of the school fund,” said she, when the boy had gone Her husband looked at her. “ Poor people like us?” “I do not like it, Thore, that you always pretend you are poor, when you are not.” They both cast a side glance down after the boy, to see if he could hear it. Then the father looked sharply at his wife. “Your talk shows how much sense you have.” She laughed THE HAPPY BOY. 45 “ It is just like not thanking God, that things have prospered so well for us,” said she, and grew serious. “ He can certainly be thanked, without our wearing silver buttons,” was the father’s opinion. “ Yes, but to let Oeyvind go to the dance, looking as he did yesterday, is not thanking Him either.” “ Oeyvind is a workman’s son.” “ He can be dressed properly for all that, when we can afford it.” “ Talk about it so that he can hear it himself.” “ He does not hear us, or I might be tempted to do so,” she said, and looked resolutely at her husband, who was gloomy, and laid down his spoon to take a pipe. “ Such a miserable place as we have ! ” said he. “ I must laugh at you, who are always talking about the place : why do you never mention the mills?” “ Oh ! you and the mills ; I believe you can’t bear to hear them go.” “ I thank God that I can : might they only go night and day 1 ” “ Now they have been standing still since before Christ- mas.” “ But people do not grind in the Christmas holidays.” “ They grind when there is water; but since they have got a mill at New River, it goes poorly here.” “ The schoolmaster did not say so to-day.” “ I shall let a more discreet fellow than the schoolmas- ter take care of our money.” “ Yes : least of all should he say any thing to your own wife.” Thore made no answer to this : he had just lighted his pipe, and now leaned back against a bundle of fagots. He turned his eyes away to avoid first his wife’s and then 46 THE HAPPY BOY. his son’s glance ; and fixed them on an old crow’s nest, which hung half-overturned from a fir branch. Oeyvind sat by himself with the future stretched out before him like a long, smooth sheet of ice, across which his thoughts flew from one shore to the other. He felt that poverty hemmed him in on all sides ; and therefore, all his thoughts were bent on the means of breaking his way through. It had certainly separated him from Marit for ever : he regarded her as half-engaged to John Hatlen ; but his whole aim was to outstrip him and her in the race of life. Never again to be pushed, as he was yes- terday ; and with that view, to keep himself out of the way, until, by the help of Almighty God, he had become something. This occupied his whole mind, and there did not arise within him a single doubt as to whether he would succeed. He had a dim idea, that study was the means by which he was most likely to suc- ceed : to what end that should conduct, he must think of later. There was coasting in the evening ; the children came to the hill, but not Oeyvind. He sat by the chimney- corner, and read, and he had not a moment to waste. The children waited a long time : at length, several, be- coming impatient, came up to the window, laid their faces against the pane, and shouted in to him ; but he pretended that he did not hear. Others came, and even- ing after evening they waited outside in great amaze- ment; but he turned his back to them, and read, toiling faithfully to keep his attention fixed on his book. After- wards, he heard that Marit was not among them. He read with an industry which even his father was obliged to say went too far. He grew grave ; his face, which had been so soft and round, became thinner and sharper ; his eyes, harder ; he sung rarely, and never played ; it seemed THE HAPPY BOY. 4 1 as if he never had enough time. When the temptation came over him, it was as if some one whispered, 44 Later, later ! ” and always, 44 later.” The children slid, shouted, and laughed awhile as before ; but when they could not entice him to come out to them, either by their own mer- riment in coasting, or by calling to him through the win- dow-pane, little by little they stayed away; they found other playgrounds, and soon the hill stood deserted. But the schoolmaster soon remarked it was not the old Oeyvind, who studied because he was told to, and played because that was a necessity for him. He often talked with him, and sought to win his confidence ; but he could not succeed in finding the boy’s heart so easily as in former days. He talked also with the parents ; and, according to an agreement with them, he came down one Sunday evening, late in the winter, and said, after he had sat awhile, 44 Come, Oeyvind, let us go out : I should like to talk with you.” Oeyvind put on his things, and fol- lowed him. They took their way up towards the Heide farms. A lively' conversation was kept up, but on noth- ing of importance : w^en they had come near the farms, the schoolmaster turned off in the direction of one which lay in the centre ; and when they had come a little farther along, they heard shouting and merriment proceeding from the house. 44 What is going on here?” inquired Oeyvind. 44 They are having a dance,” said the schoolmaster “Shall we not go in?” “ No.” 44 Will you not join in a dance, boy ? ” 44 No ; not yet.” 44 Not yet ? When, then ? ” He did not answer. 44 What do you mean by yet f ” 48 THE HAPPY BOY As the boy did not answer, the schoolmaster said, “ Come now, no such nonsense.” “ No : I’m not going.” He was very decided, and at the same time agitated. “ That your own schoolmaster should stand here and beg you to go and dance ! ” There was a long pause. “ Is there any one in there, whom you are afraid to see ? ” “ How can I know who is there.” “ But could there be any one?”-: Oeyvind was silent. Thereupon, the schoolmaster went straight up to him, and laid his hand on his shoul- der: “Are you afraid to see Marit?” Oeyvind looked down : his breath came heavy and short. “ Tell me, Oeyvind.” Oeyvind was silent. “ Perhaps you are ashamed to confess it, because you are not confirmed yet ; but tell me without minding that, Oeyvind, and you shall never regret it.” Oeyvind looked up. but could not get the word out, and turned away his eyes “ You have not been happy either of late : does she like any one else better than you?” Oeyvind still kept silence. The schoolmaster felt a little hurt, and turned away from him : they went back. When they had walked along some distance, the schoolmaster stopped for Oeyvind to come up with him. “ I suppose you wish very much to be confirmed,” said “ Yes.” “ Then what do you think of doing?” “I should like to enter the Seminary.” THE HAPPY BOY. 49 “And then be schoolmaster ? ” “ No.” “You think that is not great enough.” Oeyvind was silent. Again they walked on for a dis- tance. “ After you have been at the Seminary, what will you do then?” “ I have not thought much about that.” “ If you had money, of course you would like to buy yourself a farm.” “ Yes ; but keep the mills.” “ Then it is best for you to go to the Agricultural School.” “Do they learn as much there as at the Seminary?” “ Oh, no ! but they learn what is useful to them later.” “ Do they get marks there also?’ “Why do you ask that?” “ I should like to be clever.” “That you can certainly be without marks.” Again they walked along in silence, until they saw Pladsen : a light shone from the house ; the cliff hung black over it in the winter evening ; beneath lay the smooth glimmering ice, but there was no snow’ on the forest which skirted the little bay ; the moon sailed over- head, and reflected the forest trees on the ice. “ It is beautiful here at Pladsen,” said the schoolmaster. Sometimes Oeyvind could look upon it with the same eyes as when his mother used to tell him tales, or when he used to slide down the hill ; now it was so once more : all lay raised and clear before him. “Yes : it is beautiful here,” he said, but sighed. “Your father has found all he wanted in this place: you, too, might have enough in it.” The happy aspect of the spot disappeared in an in- 5° THE HAPPY BOY. stant. The schoolmaster stood, as if he expected an answer ; receiving none, he shook his head, and entered the house with Oeyvind. He sat with them awhile, but was more silent than talkative, at which the others also giew silent. When he took leave, both the husband and wife followed him outside the door : it seemed as if they both expected him to say something. In the mean time they stood gazing out into the winter night. “ It has become so unusually quiet here,” said the mother at length, “ since the children have gone else- where to play.” “Nor have you any longer any child in the house,” said the schoolmaster. The mother understood what he meant. 44 Oeyvind has not been happy of late,” said she. “Oh, no! he who is ambitious is not happy;” and he looked up with £.n old man’s calm into God’s quiet heavens above. CHAPTER VL HALF a year after, in the following autumn (Confir mation had been postponed until then), the children who had been preparing for the ceremony, were sitting in the servants’ hall at the parsonage, awaiting their ex- amination : among them Oeyvind Pladsen and Marit Heidefarms. Marit had just come down from the min- ister, who had given her a beautiful book and much nommendation : she was laughing and talking with her friends on all sides, and cast a glance round among the boys. Marit was now a full-grown girl, easy and un- constrained in her manners ; and the boys as well as the girls knew that the richest fellow in the parish, John Hat- len, was courting her ; she might indeed be happy, as she sat there. Down by the door stood some girls and boys, who had not been accepted : they were crying, while Marit and her friends laughed ; amongst them was a little boy in his father’s boots and his mother’s Sundaj kerchief. uOh dear, oh dear!” sobbed he: “I don’t dare to go home again.” Those who had not yet been called up, were seized with a powerful feeling of sympathy : there was a gen- eral silence. Anxiety choked both throat and eyes : they 52 THE HAPPY BOY. could not see distinctly, nor could they swallow, of which there was a constant necessity. One sat and reckoned over how much he knew; and, although some hours before he had found out that he knew every thing, he now ascertained, with the same degree of certainty, that he knew nothing, not even how to read from the book. Another made out a list of bis sins, from as far back as he could remember, up to the time he was sitting here ; and he did not think it was at all to be wondered at, if the Lord allowed him to be set aside. A third sat and sought to gather omens from every thing about him : if the clock, which was just going to strike, did not strike before he got to twenty, then he would pass; if the one he heard in the entry turned ovt to be the stable-boy Lars, then he would pass ; if the big raindrop which was travelling down the window reached the bottom of the pane, then he would pass. The last and decisive test should be, whether he got the right foot twisted round the left ; and this was quite impossible for him. A fourth felt convinced m his own mind, that if he were only questioned about Joseph in Bible history, and Baptism in the Catechism, or about Saul, or on the Do- mestic Duties, or about Jesus, or on the Commandments, or : he still sat enumerating, when he was called up. A fifth had conceived a particular affection for the Ser- mon on the Mount : he had dreamt about the Sermon on the Mount ; he was sure he would be questioned on the Sermon on the Mount ; and he gabbled over to himself the Sermon on the Mount ; he had to go outdoors to read over the Sermon on the Mount, when he was calDef up to be questioned on the great arid small Prophets TIIE HAPPY BOY. 53 The sixth thought of the minister, who was such a holy man, and knew his father so well : he thought, too, of the schoolmaster who had such a kind face, and of God, who was full of tender mercy, and had helped many before, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and Joseph ; and then he thought how his mother, brothers, and sisters were sitting at home praying for him, which certainly must help. The seventh sat and renounced all he had thought of becoming in this world. Once he had thought of push- ing it as far as king, once to general or minister : now that time was passed. But, up to the very moment of coming here, he had thought of going to sea, and becom- ing captain, perhaps pirate, and gaining enormous riches in trade : now he gave up, first, the riches, then the pirate, then the captain, mate, he stopped at sailor, at the ut- most boatswain ; yes, it was even possible that he would not go to sea at all, but find some occupation on his father’s farm. The eighth felt more confident of his case, but still not quite certain, for even the cleverest was not certain. He thought of the clothes in which he was to be confirmed, what they should be used for if he were not accepted ; but if he got through, he was going to town to get a cloth suit, and come home again, and dance at Christmas, to the envy of all the boys, and amazement of all the girls. The ninth reckoned in another way : he made out a little account-book with the Lord, in which he set down on one side “ Debit,” He shall let me pass ; and on the other side, as “ Credit,” then I will never tell any more lies, never slander, go to church regularly, let the girls alone, and give up swearing. But the tenth thought that if Ole Hansen had been ac- cepted last year, it was more than injustice if they did 54 THE HAPPY BOY. not take him this year, who had always been better a school, and was besides of better family. By his side sat the eleventh, who was meditating the most fearful plans of vengeance in case of being set aside, either to burn down the school-house, or to run away from the parish, and return as the avenging judge of the minister and whole school committee, but magnani- mously allow mercy to usurp the place of justice. As a beginning, he would get a situation in the house of the minister of the neighboring parish, and next year stand Number One there, and answer so that the whole parish would be astonished. But the twelfth sat by himself under the clock, with both hands in his pockets, and looked mournfully over the assembly. No one here knew what a burden he bore, in what a responsibility he stood. At home, there was one who knew ; fpr he was engaged. A large, long-legged spider crawled across the floor, and ap- proached his foot : he generally trod on the disgusting insect ; but to-day he lifted his foot tenderly, that it might go where it liked in peace. His voice was gentle as a prayer, his eyes said constantly that all men were good, his hands made a humble movement out of his pockets up to his hair, to stroke it down flatter. If he could only creep gently through this dangerous needle’s eye, he would take care to grow out again on the other side, chew tobacco, and announce his engagement. Down on a low footstool, with his legs up under him, the restless thirteenth was sitting: his small, flashing e}~es darted round the room three times in a second ; and through his violent, stubborn head whirled in mot- ley confusion the thoughts of all the twelve, from the mightiest hope to the most crushing doubt, from the humblest resolutions to the most destructive plans of ven THE HAPPY BOY. 55 geance against the whole parish ; and in the mean time he had eaten up all the loose flesh on his right thumb, and was now occupied with his nails, sending great pieces across the floor. Oeyvind sat over by the window : he had been up, and answered every thing which was asked him ; but the minister had not said any thing, nor the schoolmaster either. For more than half a year he had thought of what they would both say, when they found out how hard he had worked ; and now he felt much disappointed as well as mortified. There sat Marit, who, for Tar less exertion and acquirements, had received both encourage- ment and reward : it was just to stand high in her eyes, he had worked ; and now she won, smiling, what he had toiled to attain with so much self-denial. Her laughter and joking burned into his soul ; the freedom with which she moved about pained him deeply. He had carefully avoided speaking to her since that evening: years should pass, he thought ; but the sight of her sitting there, so happy and superior, weighed him to the ground, and all his proud resolutions drooped like wet leaves. He endeavored, however, gradually to shake off these feelings. All depended on whether he got Number One that day, and this he expected. The schoolmaster gener- ally remained a little later with the minister, to arrange the children’s marks, and afterwards he came down and told them the result : it was not the final decision, but only what he and the minister had agreed on for the present. The conversation in the room became livelier, after every one who was examined had been accepted ; hut now the ambitious ones began to divide themselves off' from the happy ones. The latter left, as soon as they found some one to go with, to communicate their success to their parents, or stood waiting for others, who 56 THE HAPPY BOY. were not yet ready : the former, on the contrary, grew more and more quiet, and their eyes were anxiously fixed on the door. At length, the children had all finished : the last had come down, and now the schoolmaster was talking with the minister. Oeyvind looked at Marit : she was as happy as before, but still remained sitting, waiting either for some one else or for her own pleasure, he did not know which. How beautiful Marit had grown ! Her dazzling complexion was like none he had ever seen before ; hei nose was a little turned up ; her mouth, half-smiling. Her eyes were half closed, unless she looked directly at some one : but then her glance always seemed unexpect- edly tender, when it did come, and as if she herself would add that she meant nothing by it ; at this moment she smiled a little. Her hair was rather dark than light ; but it was wavy, and came forwards on both sides, which, taken together with her half-shut eyes, gave a hidden expression to her face, not easily understood. One could not be quite sure whom she was looking for when she was sitting among others, nor exactly what she was thinking of when she happened to turn round and speak to anybody ; for she seemed to take back again directly what she gave. Under all that, John Hatlen must be hidden, thought Oeyvind, but still kept on look- ing at her. Now the schoolmaster came. All left their places and stormed about him : — “ What number have I ? ” — “ And I ? ” — “ And I ? ” “I? ” “ Hush ! you great, over-grown boys : no disturbance here. Be quiet now, and you shall hear, children.” He looked slowly round: “ You are number 2,” said he to a boy with blue eyes, who was looking beseechingly THE HAPPY BOY 57 at him ; and the boy danced out of the circle. “ You are number 3,” he rapped a red-haired, brisk little fellow, who was pulling his coat. u You are number 5 you, number 8,” &c. He caught sight of Marit : “ You are number 1 of the girls.” She turned scarlet over her face and /leek* but tried to smile. “ You, number 12, have been lazy, you rogue, and a great mischief-maker. You, number 1 1 ; we could not expect to have it better, little boy. You, number 13, must study hard, and come to the last examination, or it will turn out badly for you ! ” Oeyvind could not bear it any longer : number 1 had certainly not been mentioned ; but he had been standing the whole time, so that the schoolmaster would see him. “ Schoolmaster ! ” He did not hear. “ Schoolmas- ter ! ” Three times he had to repeat it, before he was heard. At last, the schoolmaster looked at him : — “Number 9 or 10, don't remember exactly which,” said he, and turned round to another. “Who is number 1 then?” asked Hans, who was Oeyvind's best friend. “ It is not you, curly-head,” said the schoolmaster, rapping him over the hand with a roll of paper. “Who is it, then?” asked several. “Who is it? yes:, who is it? ” “That he will know who gets the number,” answered the schoolmaster, severely : he would not have any more questions. “ Go home now quietly, children : be thank- ful to God, and rejoice your parents' hearts ! Thank your old schoolmaster, too : you would have been nicely left in the lurch if it hadn't been for him ! ” They thanked him, laughed, and departed merrily ; for now, that they were going home to their parents, they all felt happy. Only one was left, who could not find his books directly ; and who, after he had found them, sat down, as if he were going to begin studying again 53 THE HAPPY BOY. The schoolmaster went over to him : — “Now, Oeyvinci, are you not going with the otliera?* He did not answer. “ Why do you open your books ? ” “ I was going to see what I had answered wrong to day.” “ I do not think you have answered any thing wrong.” Then Oeyvind looked at him. Tears filled his eyes : he still continued looking at him, while they coursed down his cheeks, one by one ; but he did not say a word. The schoolmaster sat down in front of him : — “Are you not glad that it is all happily over?” His lips trembled, but he did not answer. “ Your mother and father will be very glad,” said the schoolmaster, looking at him. Oeyvind struggled awhile to speak. At length, he .nquired, in a low voice, hesitating as he spoke : — “Is it — because I — am a workman’s son — that 1 stand number 9 or 10?” “ Probably that is the reason,” answered the school- master. “ Then it does no good foi me to work,” said he, drearily; and all his dreams v$ : ?hed away. Suddenly he raised his head, lifted his rig at hand, and bringing it down on the table with all his might> burst into violent sobs. The schoolmaster let him lie there and weep as long as he would. It lasted a long time ; but the schoolmaster waited until the sobs grew more childlike. Then taking his head in both hands, he raised it up, and gazed into the tear-stained face : — “ Do you think it is God who has been with you now?” said he, drawing the boy up to him. Oeyvind still sobbed, but less violently. The tears THE HAPPY BOY. 59 flowed more slowly; but he dared neither look at him who asked, nor answer. “ This, Oeyvind, is a merited recompense. You have not studied from affection for your religion or your parents: you have studied from vanity.” There was silence in the room after every thing the schoolmaster said. Oeyvind felt his glance resting on him, and he grew milder and humbler under it. “ With such anger in your heart, you could not have come forward to make a covenant with God : would you, Oeyvind ? ” “ No,” he stammered, as well as he could. “ And if you stood there with vain joy at being num- ber i, would you not stand there with a sin?” “ Yes,” he whispered ; and his lips trembled. “You still love me, Oeyvind?” “Yes; ” and he looked up for the first time. “ Then I will tell you that it was I who had you put down ; for I love you so much, Oeyvind.” The other looked at him, winked several times, and the tears coursed rapidly down. “You are not angry with me for that?” “ No : ” he looked up full in his face, and then burst out crying. “ My dear child, I will stay by you as long as I live. He waited for him until he had collected his booics and was ready, and said he would accompany him home. They walked slowly along: at first, Oeyvind was still silent, struggling with himself. “ Yes : now we shall think of accomplishing something in life,” said the schoolmaster, “ and not running after shadows and numbers What do you say to the Semi- nary?” “Yes: I should like that very much I” 6o THE HAPPY BOY. 44 You mean the Agricultural School?” “Yes” 44 That is, without doubt, the best for you : that opens other prospects besides a schoolmaster's position.” “ But how shall I get there ? I feel a strong inclina- tion, but I have no means to pay for it.” “ Be good and industrious, and we shall find means.” Oeyvind felt quite overpowered with gratitude. His eyes sparkled : he drew his breath lightly, and felt wafted along by that boundless tenderness which springs up within us when we meet with unexpected kindness from our fellow-men. One imagines for a moment, that his whole future will be like wandering in fresh mountain air, where one seems rather to be borne along than to walk. And yet the burden fell on him again, as they came in sight of the house at Pladsen. Both his parents were in the room, and had been sitting there in quiet expectation, although it was during the hours for labor, and at a busy time. The school- master entered first : Oeyvind followed. 44 Now ! ” said his father, laying aside a psalm-book, in which he had just been reading a 44 Prayer for a Catechu- men.” His mother stood by the chimney-corner, not daring to say any thing. She laughed, but her hand was unsteady : apparently, she was expecting something agreeable, but did not wish to betray it. 44 I only wanted to come to gladden you with the news that he answered every question which was put him ; and the minister said, after Oeyvind had gone, that he has not had a cleverer pupil.” 44 Oh, really ! ” said his mother, much affected. 44 Well, that was right,” said his father and cleared hie throat uneasily. THE HAPPY BOY. 61 After a long silence, his mother asked, softly, — - “What number will he have?” “Number 9 or 10,” said the schoolmaster, quietly. His mother looked at her husband, — he, first at her, then at Oeyvind. “ A workman’s son cannot expect more,” said he, in a low voice. Oeyvind looked at him again. It seemed as if there were something rising up in his throat again ; but he kept it down by thinking of kind things, one after an- other, until he had regained his self-control. “ Now I had better go,” said the schoolmaster ; nodded, and turned towards the door. Both the parents followed him out on to the doorstep. Here the schoolmaster took a quid of tobacco, and said, smiling, — “He will be number 1, all the same; but it is not worth while for him to know any thing about it, before the day comes.” “ No, no,” said his father, nodding assent. “No, no,” said his mother, also nodding. Then she took the schoolmaster by the hand : “We owe you many thanks for all you do for him,” said she. “ Yes : we owe you thanks,” said his father. “ Oh ! I have thanks enough in myself,” answered the schoolmaster ; “ for the fact is, I love him ! ” He nodded and went away ; but they stood a long time, gazing after him. CHAPTER VII. jURING the clays they were preparing for the Con firmation at Placlsen, they also made ready for his journey to the Agricultural School ; for this was to take place the day after. Tailor and shoemaker were sitting in the house, his mother baking in the kitchen, and his father working on a chest. They talked much about what he would cost them in the two coming years, whether he would be able to come home the first Christ- mas, perhaps not the second one either ; and how hard it would be to be separated so long. They spoke also of the love he ought to bear his parents, who were willing to make so many sacrifices for their child’s sake. Oeyvind sat like one wdio had been out in the world and ried his own fortune, but had been capsized, and was now picked up by kind people. Such a feeling humility gives, and from that follows much more. As the great day drew nigh, he dared call himself prepared, and look forwards with a hopeful resig- nation. When Mar it’s image would present itself, he pushed it carefully aside, but felt a pang, as he did so He tried to train himself to this, but. however, never made any progress ; on the contrary, he felt each time a sharper pang. Therefore, he felt weary the last evening, T1IE HAPPY BOY. 63 when, after a long self-examination, he prayed that the Lord would not try him in this point. The schoolmaster arrived late in the day. They sat down together, after they had washed and dressed them- selves nicely, as is customary the evening before going to communion or morning service. His mother was moved, his father silent. The parting was to follow the cere- mony on the morrow; and it was uncertain, when they would sit down together again. The schoolmaster took out the psalm-books, read from them and sung, and then made a short prayer, just as the words came into his mind. These four now sat together until late in the evening, each busied with his own thoughts ; then they parted with the best wishes for the next day, and that which it was to consecrate. Oeyvind was obliged to admit, as he went to bed, that he had never felt so happy before. This evening he gave it a special interpretation : he understood by that, I have never before gone to bed feeling so re- signed to God’s will and so happy in it. Mark’s face rose up again before him, and the last he was conscious of was, that he lay and tempted himself ; not quite happy, not quite ; and that he answered, yes, quite ; but again, not quite ; yes, quite ; no, not quite. When he awoke, he remembered directly what day it was, prayed and felt strong, as one does in the morning. He had slept in the attic by himself since the summer : now he rose, and put on carefully his new, handsome clothes; for he had never had such before. There was in particular a round, cloth jacket, of which he had to feel over and over again, before he grew accustomed to it. When he had put on his collar, he hung up a little look- ing-glass, and for the fourth time drew on his jacket. Now when he saw his own delighted face, with the unu- 64 THE HAPPY BOY. 8ually light hair surrounding it, reflected laughing in tha glass, it struck him that it must be vanity again. “Yes, but one must be allowed to be clean and well-dressed,1 ” answered he, drawing his face away from the glass, as if it were a sin to look in it. — “Yes ; but not quite so fond of one’s self as far as that is concerned.” — “ No, certainly not : but the Lord must also like to have one pleased at looking well.” — “That may be ; but He would certainly like it better if you did so without paying so much at- tention to it yourself.” — “That is true; but see, that comes now from every thing’s being so new.” — “Yes; but then you must not allow yourself to become confirmed in the habit.” He caught himself carrying on such a self-examining conversation, first on one point, then on another, so that not a single sin should fall on the day and stain it; but at the same time he knew that there would be more to come. When he came down, his parents sat quite dressed, waiting breakfast for him. He went up to them and shook hands, thanking them for the clothes, and received in return, a “wear them out in good health.” They sat down to the table, prayed silently, and ate. His mother cleared away the table, and brought in the luncheon-box for their journey to church. His father put on his jacket, his mother fastened her kerchiefs, they took their psalm- books, locked up the house, and set out. As soon as they came on the upper road, they met people on the way to church, driving and walking ; those to be confirmed scattered among them, and here and there, in one of the groups, white-haired grandparents who could not refrain from coming out this one time more. It was an autumn day without sunshine, as when the weather is about to change. Clouds gathered and dis- persed again, sometime* on4 THE HAPPY BOY. that it is only childish nonsense. Show him it is some- thing more.” “You may believe, he is not easy to get along with. He watches me like a tied goat.” “ But you wear away the string several times a day.” “ That is not true.” “ Yes : every time you secretly think of me, you wear it away.” “ Yes, in that way. But are you then sure that I think of you so often.” “ Otherwise you would not be sitting here.” “ Why, you sent a message for me to come.” “ But you came because your thoughts impelled you.* “ Rather because the weather was so fine.” “ You just said it was too warm.” “ To go up hill, yes ; .but down again?” “Why did you come up then?’ “So as to run down again.” “ Why have you not already gone ? ” “ Because I needed to rest.” “ And talk with me about love.” “ I could easily give you the pleasure of listening.” “While the birds were singing” — “And the others sleeping” — “And the bells ringing” — “ In the green grove.” Here they both saw Marit’s grandfather come saunter- ing out into the yard, and go over to the bell-rope to ring the people up. The work-people came slowly from the barns and outbuildings, went sleepily to their horses and rakes, spread themselves over the meadow, and soon all was life and work again. Only grandfather went out of one house and in to another, at last up on the highest oarn-bridge, and looked out. A little boy came running THE HAPPY BOY. 105 up to him : probably he had called him. The boy, sure enough, started over in the direction Pladsen lay. The grandfather, in the mean while, moved here and there about the farm, while he often looked upwards, and had at least a suspicion that the black spot up on the 44 Great Stone ” was Marit and Oeyvind. But for a second time Marit’ s great dog was the cause of trouble. He saw a strange horse drive into the Hcide farms ; and, under the impression that he was in the midst of his farm duties, he began to bark with all his might. They hushed the dog, but he had become angry, and would not stop : the grand- father stood below, and still stared up. But it grew still worse, for all the cowherds’ dogs heard with amazement the strange voice, and came running up. When they saw that it was a great, wolf-like giant, all the stiff-haired Finnish dogs united round this one. Marit became so frightened, that she ran away without any farewell. Oeyvind rushed into the midst of the fight, kicked and fought ; but the dogs only changed their field of battle, and then set to again with frightful howls; he after again, and so it kept on, until they had waltzed over to the very edge of the brook ; there he again ran up to them : the consequence of which was, that they tumbled all together down into the water just at a place where it was quite deep, and there separated shamefaced. So ended this forest-battle. Oeyvind walked across through the wood till he reached the road; but Marit met the grandfather up by the fence. 44 Where do you come from ? ” 44 From the wood.” 44 What were you doing there 44 Picking berries.” 44 That is not true.” 44 No : it is not.” jo6 THE HAPPY BOY. “ What were you doing then?” “ I was talking to some one.” “Was it with that Pladsen boy?” “ Yes.” “ Listen to me, Marit : to-morrow you leave.” “No” “ Listen to me, Marit : I shall only say one thing to you only one, — you shall leave.” “You cannot lift me into the carriage?” “No? can I not?” “No ; for you will not.” “Will I not? Listen to me, Marit: only for fun, you see, — only for fun, — I tell you that I will smash the oackbone of that good-for-nothing fellow of yours.” “ No : that you dare not do.” “Dare I not? Do you say I dare not? Who would do any thing to me, — who?” “ The schoolmaster.” “ Schoo — school — schoolmaster? Does he trouble himself about him, do you think?” “Yes: it is he who has kept him at the Agricultural School.” “ The schoolmaster?” “ Yes : the schoolmaster ! ” “ Listen to me, Marit : I will not hear any more of this raving ; you shall leave the district. You only make me trouble and sorrow. I am an old man ; I wish to see you well cared-for : I will not live in folks* talk as a fool, just on account of this. I only desire your own good : you ought to understand that, Marit. It will soon be ovet with me, and then you are left here : how would it have fared with your mother, if it had not been for me ? Lis- ten to me, Marit : be reasonable, hear what I have to say ; I only wish for your own good.” THE HAPPY BOY. 107 uNo : that you do not.” “ Do I not? What do I wish then? ” “To have your own will, that is what you want; but you do not ask about mine.” “ Tou have a will perhaps, you young sea-gull you , Perhaps you understand what is for your own good, you fool you ! 1 will give you a little whipping, for all you are so big and tall. Listen to me, Marit : let me talk kindly with you. You are not so bad, after all ; but vo'i are not quite in your right mind. You must listen to me : I am a sensible old man. We will talk kindly together: 1 am not so well off as folks think ; a poor, loose bird can soon fly away with the little I have ; your father was hard on it. Let us take care of ourselves in this world: we cannot do any thing better. The schoolmaster can well afford to talk, for he has money himself; so has the minister too : let them preach. But we who must toil for our food, for us it is another thing. I am old, I know a great deal, I have seen many things: love, you see, can be well enough to talk about ; yes, but it is not good for any thing. It is good enough for ministers, and that kind of people: peasants must go to work in another way. First food, you see, then God’s Word, and then a little writing and arithmetic, and then a little love, if it falls in the way ; but the devil if it is worth while to begin with love, and end with food! What have you to answer now, Marit?” “ I do not know.” “ Don’t you know what you shall answer ? ” “Yes: I do know.” “Well, then?” “ May I say it? ” “ Yes : to be sure you may say it.” “I think a great deal of the love.” i oS THE HAPPY BOY. He stood a moment in consternation, calling to mind a hundred similar conversations with similar results, shook his head, turned his back, and went. He picked a quarrel with the workmen, scolded th€ girls, beat the big dog, and nearly scared the life out of a little hen which had strayed into the field; but to Marit . lie said nothing. That evening Marit was sc happy when she went up to bed, that she opened the window, lay up in the win- dow-seat, looked out, and sung. She had received a pretty little souvenir-book from Oeyvind ; and in it there was a pretty little love-song tfiat she sung. CHAPTER XII. SEVERAL years have passed since the last events. It is late in the autumn. The schoolmaster comes walking up to Nordistuen, opens the outer door, finds no one at home, opens another, finds no one there either; so keeps on until he reaches the innermost room in the long building. There Ole Nordistuen is sitting alone in front of the bed, and looking at his hands. The schoolmaster bows, and he bows in return : he takes a stool, and seats himself in front of Ole. 44 You have sent for me,” he says. u So I have.” The schoolmaster takes a fresh quid, looks round the room, takes up a book which is lying on the bench, and turns over the leaves. u What was it you wanted of me? ” “ I am just sitting thinking it over.” The schoolmaster gives himself good time, searches for his spectacles to read the title of the book, wipes them, and puts them on. u You are growing old now, Ole.” 44 Yes : it was about that I wished to speak to you. I am failing: soon I shall lie in my grave.” 44 Then you ought to take care that you lie there well, Ole.” no THE HAPPY BOY. He closes the book, and sits looking at the cover. 44 That is a good book that you have in your hand.” 44 It is not bad : have you often got beyond the cover Ole” 44 Now of late.” The schoolmaster lays down the book and puts away tiis spectacles. 44 I do not think things are going on now as you would like to have them, Ole.” 44 That they have not done as far back as I can remem* - ber ” 44 Yes: it was so with me a long time. I lived at en- mity with a good friend, and wished that he would come to me, and as long as that lasted I was unhappy. At last I hit on the expedient of going to him, and since then it has been well with me.” Ole looks up and is silent. 44 IIow do you think the farm is going on, Ole?” 44 Down hill, like myself.” 44 Who shall have it when you are taken away'? ” 44 That is what I do not know ; that it is, too, which torments me.” 44 Your neighbors are getting on well now, Ole.” 44 Yes: they have that head-farmer to help them.” The schoolmaster turned carelessly towards the win- dow. 4^/You ought to have help, — you, too, Ole. You can- not walk much, and you understand but little of the new ways.” 44 I do not suppose there is any one who will help me.” 44 Have yrou asked for it?” Ole was silent. 44 1 also treated our Lord in the same way a long time. You are not kind to me I said to Him. — Have you THE IIAPPY BOY. m prayed me to be so? asked He. — No, that I had not ; so I prayed, and since then all has gone \vell.,, Ole is silent, and now the schoolmaster is silent too. At last Ole says, — “ I have a grandchild : she knows what would please me before lam taken away ; but she does not do it.” The schoolmaster smiles. 41 Perhaps it would not please her? ” Ole is silent. “ There are many things which annoy you ; but, as far as I can make out, they are all connected with the farm.” Ole says in a low voice, — “ It has gone through many generations, and the soil is good. All that father after father has scraped together lies in it ; but now nothing grows. Nor do I know who shall drive in after I have been driven out. He will not be one of the family.” “She who is the grandchild will continue the family.” “ But he who takes her, how will he take the farm? That I must know before I go to my rest. There is no time to be lost, Baard, either with me or the farm.” They are both silent ; then the schoolmaster says, — “ Shall we go out a little, and take a look at the farm in the fine weather?” Yes : let us do so. I have work-people up on the slope : they are gathering leaves, but only work while I am looking on.” lie totters over after the big cap and stick, and says, in the mean time, — “ I don’t think they like to work for me : I don’t un- derstand it.” When they had fairly come out, and were going round the house, he stopped. 1 1 2 THE HAPPY BOY. “ Now, look here. No order ; the wood thrown about, the axe not stuck in the block.” He bent over with difficulty, lifteJ it, and drove it in fast. “Here you see a skin which has fallen down ; but has any one hung it up again ? ” He did it himself. “ And here the storehouse ; do you suppose the steps are taken away ? ” He carried them away himself. Then stopping, he looked at the schoolmaster, and said, — “ So it is every single day.” As they went upwards, they heard a merry song from the slopes. “ Now they are singing at their work,” said the school- master. “That is little Knut Oestistuen, who is singing: he is gathering leaves for his father. Over there my people are working : they are not likely to be singing.” “ That is not one of the parish songs? ” “ No : I hear that.” “ Oeyvind Pladscn has been much over there in Oes- tistuen : perhaps it is one of those he has brought to the parish ; for there is much singing where he is.” To this there was no answer. The held they walked over was not in good condition ; it needed attention. The schoolmaster remarked on this, and then Ole stopped. “ I have not strength to do any thing more,” he said almost pathetically. “Hired work-people, without looking after, come too dear. But it is hard to walk over such a field, you may believe.” As their conversation now turned on to how laige the THE HAPPY BOY. Ill farm was and what parts most needed cultivation, they concluded to go up on the slope where they could over look the whole. When they had at last reached a high point, and could take it all in, the old man was moved. 44 1 really should not like to leave it so. We have worked down there, both I and my parents ; but there i.; nothing to show for it now.” 1 A song burst out directly over their heads, but with the peculiar sharpness a boy’s voice has when it is poured out in full blast. They were not far from the tree, in the top of which little Knut Oestistuen was sitting gathering leaves for his father, and they had to listen to the boy. Ole had sat down, and concealed his face in his hands. 44 Here I will speak with you,” said the schoolmaster, sitting down by his side. Down at Pladsen, Oeyvind had just returned from rather a long journey. The boy who had driven him was still before the door, as the horse was resting. Al- though Oeyvind’s earnings, as head-farmer for the district, were now very fair, he still lived in his little room down at Pladsen, and assisted his parents in his spare time. Pladsen was cultivated from one end to the other ; but it was so small, that Oeyvind called the whole 44 Mother’s Plaything ; ” for it was she in particular who gave atten- tion to the farming. He had just changed his clothes : his father had come in from the mill white with meal, and had also dressed. They stood talking about taking a short walk before sup- per, when the mother came in quite pale. 44 Here are queer visitors coming up to the house : oh dear ! do look out ! ” Both men rushed to the window, and Oeyvind it was who first exclaimed, — 8 THE HAPPY BOY. IX4 “ Why, it is the schoolmaster ; and, — yes, I almost be* lieve, — yes, it is certainly he ! ” es : it is old Ole Nordistuen,” said Thorc, also turn- ing away from the window so as not to be seen ; for the two were already in front of the house. Oeyvind caught a glance trom the schoolmaster, just as he was going away from the window. Baard smiled and looked back at Ole, who with his stick was toiling on in small, short steps, lifting one leg constantly higher than the other. Outside, the schoolmaster was heard to say, “ I believe he has lately returned home;" and Ole twice over rejoined, “Well, well.” They remained a long time quiet out in the passage. The mother had crept up into the corner where the milk- shelf was : Oeyvind stood in his favorite position, lean- ing his back against the great table, with his face turned towards the door: the father sat there by his side. At last there was a knock ; and then in walked the school- master and pulled off his hat, afterwards Ole and pulled off his cap, after which he turned towards the door to shut it. He was long in turning round again ; he was evidently embarrassed. Thore rose, asked them to take a seat inside : they seated themselves side by side on the bench in front of the window, Thore sat down again. And now we shall see how the match was arranged. The schoolmaster began, — “We have fine weather this autumn, after all.” “ It has improved of late,” replied Thore. “ It generally holds a good while I think, when it gets over in that quarter.” “ Have you got in the crop up there ? ” “We have not: Ole Nordistuen here, whom you per- haps know, would like your help, Oeyvind, if there is nothing else in the way?” THE HAPPY BOY, XI5 44 When it is required, I shall do what I can,” answered Oeyvind. 44 But it was not exactly at the present moment he meant. The farm does not go on well he thinks, and he believes that what is lacking is the right system of cub tivation and proper oversight.” 44 But I am so little at home,” said Oeyvind. The schoolmaster looks at Ole. He feels that he must now say something : he clears his throat a couple of times, and begins quickly and shortly, — 44 It was, it is, — yes, — we meant that you should be in a manner established, — that you should be, — yes, — be as it were at home up there with us, — be there when you were not out.” 44 Many thanks for the offer, but I would like to live where I now am.” Ole looks at the schoolmaster, who says, — 44 It seems to go wrong with Ole to-day. The fact is, that he has been here once before, and the recollection of that puts the words in a snarl for him.” 44 Yes, so it is: I ran the race of a madman,” put in Ole, quickly. 44 1 strove against the girl until the tree split. But let bygones be bygones : the rain-brook does not loosen large stones ; snow does not lie long on the ground in May ; it is not the thunder which kills people.” They all four laugh. The schoolmaster says, — 44 Ole means that you must not remember that occasion any longer ; nor you either, Thore.” Ole looks at them without knowing whether he dare begin again. Then Thore says, — 44 The wild briar takes hold with many teeth, but tears no wounds. In me, at all events, there are no thorns left.” n6 THE HArPY BOY. 4< I did not know the boy at that time./* says Ole. “Now I see that what he sows grows ; the harvest fulfils the promise of the spring ; there is money in his finger ends, and I should like to get hold of him.” Oeyvind looks at the father, he at the mother, she from them to the schoolmaster, and then ail three at him. “ Ole thinks that he lias a large farm.” “A large farm,” interrupts Ole, “but ill-managed. I can do no more : I am old, and my legs cannot run errands for my head. But it is well worth while to go to work up there.” “ The largest farm in the parish, and that by a great deal,” puts in the schoolmaster. “ The largest farm in the parish,” echoes Ole. “ But that is just the misfortune : shoes that are too large fall off; it is well to have a good gun, but one must be able to lift it.” Then turning quickly towards Oeyvind, u Per- haps you might lend a hand to it,” he said. “So I should be farm-overseer?” “ Exactly so : you should have the farm.” “ Should I have the farm ? ” “ Exactly so : you should conduct it.” “ But,” — “ Will you not ? ” “ Yes, of course.” “Yes, yes; yes, yes: then it is all settled as the hen *aid, when she flew on to the water.” But,” — Ole looks puzzled at the schoolmaster, who remarks,*— “ Oeyvind is asking, I think, whether he shall have Marit too?” “Marit into the bargain,” quickly replies Ole, “Marit into the bargain ! ” Thereupon, Oeyvind burst out laughing, and jumped THE HAPPY BOY. ll7 Straight up ; after him all three laughed. Oeyvind rubbed his hands together, and rushed backwards and forwards over the floor, repeating over and over: “Marit into the bargain ! Marit into the bargain ! ” Thore laughed with a deep chuckle, the mother stood up in the corner with her eyes fixed on her son until they filled with tears. “ What do you think about the farm,” says Ole, in great excitement. “ Splendid land ! ” “ Splendid land ! isn’t it?’' “ No pasture like it ! ” uNo pasture like it!” “ Will it do?” “It will be the best farm in the district!” “ The best farm in the district ! Do you think so ? Do you mean so?” u As true as I am standing here ! ” “ Yes : that is just what I say.” They both talked with the same rapidity, and fitted to- gether like two wheels. Hut money, you see, money? I have no money,” said Ole. “ It goes on slowly without money ; but still it will go.” “It will go! Of course it will go! But if we had money, it would go quicker you think?” “ Many times quicker.” 14 Many times? We ought to have money ! Yes, yes : a man can chew without all his teeth ; he who drives with oxen comes along at last.” The mother stood winking at Thore, who kept looking at her from one side and then looking away again quickly, while he sat swaying his body to and fro and rubbing his hands down over his knees. The schoolmas- ter winked at him too. Thore opened his mouth, THE HAPPY BOY. 1x8 coughed a little, and made an attempt ; but Ole and Oey« vind talked so incessantly into each other’s mouths, ana laughed and made such a noise, that no one could make . f himself heard. “You must be quiet a little while : Thore has some- thing he wishes to say,” interrupts the schoolmaster. They stop and look at Thore, who finally begins in a low tone. 44 For a long time on this place we had one mill : later it has been so that we have had two. These mills have always yielded a few skillings in the course of the year; but neither my father nor I have used any of the skillings except while Oeyvind was away. The schoolmaster has taken care of them, and he says they have paid well where they were ; but now it is best that Oeyvind should take them for Nordistuen.” The mother stood off in the corner, making herself quite small ; but she looked with sparkling joy at Thore, who sat very gravely, looking almost stupid. Ole Nor- distuen sat opposite him with gaping mouth. Oeyvind was the first to recover from his astonishment, and burst out with, — “Does it not seem as if good luck pursued me?” Thereupon, he walked across the floor to the father, slapped him on the shoulders so that it resounded : “ You hither ! ” said he, rubbing his hands together and continu- ing his walk. “How much money might there be?” asked Ole at last of the schoolmaster, in a low voice. 41 It is not so little.” 44 Some hundreds? ” 44 A little more.” 44 A little more? Oeyvind, a little more! Good Lord, what a farm it will be 1 ” THE HAPPY BOY. 119 He rose and laughed loudly. “ I must go with you up to Mark’s,” says Oeyvind : u we can use the carriage which is standing outside so as to be quick.” “ Yes : quick, quick ! Willow, too, have every thing quick ? ” “ Yes : quick and mad.” “ Quick and mad ! Exactly as when I was young, exactly ! ” “ Here is your cap and stick : now I am going to drive you along ! ” “You drive me along, ha, ha, ha ! but you are coming too, ar’n’t you, — you are coming too ? Come along, you others, too ; this evening we must sit together as long as the coals are alive ; come too ! ” They promised this : Oeyvind helped him into the car- riage, and they drove up to Nordistuen. Up there the big dog was not the only one who was amazed when Ole Nordistuen drove into the farm with Oeyvind Pladsen. While Oeyvind was helping him out of the carriage, and servants and work-people were gaping at them, Mark came out into the passage to see what the dog was bark- ing at so incessantly, but stopped as if spellbound, then turned burning red, and ran in. Old Ole in the mean time shouted so fearfully for her when he had gone into the house, that she was obliged to make her appearance again. “ Go and make yourself smart, girl : here is the one who is to have the farm.” “Is it true?” she says, without knowing it herself, and so loud that it echoed. “Yes: it is true 1 ” answers Oeyvind, clapping his nands. Thereupon, she swings round on her toe, throws far 130 THE HAPPY ROY. away what she has in her hand, and runs out ; but Oey vmd after her. Soon came the schoolmaster, Thore, and his wife : the old man had had candles put on the table, which was spread with a white cloth. Wine and beer were offered ; and he himself went about constantly lifting his feet still higher than usual, but his right foot constantly higher than the left. Befoj'e this little tale is finished, it may be told that five weeks afterwards Oeyvind and Mar it were united in the parish church. The schoolmaster himself led the singing that day, for his assistant beadle was ill. His voice was broken now, for he was old ; but Oeyvind thought it did one good to hear him. And when he had given his hand to Marit and led her up to the altar, the schoolmaster nodded to him from the choir, just as Oey- vind had seen him when he sat mournful at the dancing- party : he nodded back, while tears struggled to come up. The tears at the dancing-party were the harbingers of these at the wedding ; and between them lay his faith and his work. Here ends the story of a happy boy. many a family has been raised by the genuine pMl&ntroph^ c4 modem progress and of modern opportunities. But many people <19 not avail of them. They jog along in their old ways until they are etuek fast in a mire of hopeless dirt. 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