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Updated: June 28, 2025
The skin became famous throughout the district, and many of the younger men made special trips to Bali to examine it. Arni would beam with joy and strut around with a knowing, self-satisfied expression on his face, and would tell of the patience, the agility, and the marksmanship he had to put into killing this monstrously clever fox.
If you break the flier or the upright, your little old mother will be after you. A dead calm ensued. So Groa returned to the kitchen, and taking a loaf of pot-bread from the cupboard, cut a few slices and spread them with dripping. Now a scratching sound was heard at the door, and Arni entered. Good evening to all, said he with urbanity, as he set down the gun behind the kitchen door.
Clive's defence of Arcot, and the victories of Arni and Kavaripak, had excited their intense admiration, and caused them to place unbounded confidence in him. Therefore they said: "If Captain Clive commands, we will go unless he commands, we do not."
At last the visitor was allowed to see what the cupboard contained a carefully combed and smoothed dark brown fox skin. Arni was visibly moved by the unveiling of his secret. Staring at the ceiling, he licked his whiskers and sighed deeply.
I'll have my way about this. The skin is the only thing that is all my own, and no one shall take it from me. Arni fled then. He took to his heels, and ran away as fast as he could up the slopes. Far in the innermost corner of the outlying sheepcote at Bali, to which the sun's rays never reach, Arni built himself a little cupboard.
Cow? asked Arni, scratching his head. Cow? Yes, so you say, my good woman. So I say? Do you think the milk from Dumba alone goes very far in feeding such a flock of children as we have? You haven't gone and squandered the money we got for Skjalda? asked Groa, looking harder still at her husband. Don't be foolish, woman! The money lies untouched at the factor's.
Wasn't it enough if a man made an honest living? Yet, work or achievement which brought no joy was unblessed. At this point Samur darted up. Arni thought the dog had deserted him and rushed off home. Now, what in the world ailed the creature? Shame on you for a pesky cur! Can't you be still a minute, you brute?
Groa stopped her washing, stared for a few seconds at Arni, and then with a quick movement walked up to him, brandishing a bit of wet linen. Will you tell me what you're going to do with the skin? she asked, almost in a whisper. Arni shrank back. The way to the door was cut off. He raised his arm in self-defence and retreated as far as possible into the corner. I'm going to sell it.
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