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Updated: June 4, 2025
They came of very good stock, and the family traced their ancestry back to the great Leif Ericsson, son of Eric the Red, who had been the Norse discoverer of America. Olof and his wife Brita were devoted to their children. Olof was part owner of a mine at the town of Langsbaushyttan near which they lived.
"It iss not so alvay," he said. "She hass made it all so good, and now she dinks of Brita, dat vill not see it, and she say still, 'God iss hard to take her avay." "How is it, Jan? Did work come all at once?" "No, and yet yes. Shall I say it all, my lady?" "Surely, Jan, if you have time."
No wonder, then, that he eyed closely the young lads who were beginning to hover about the house, and that he looked with suspicion upon those who selected Saturday nights for their visits. When Brita was twenty years old, however, her father thought that it was time for her to make her choice.
Brita, under the man's gaze, gradually became quieter in her mind, and in a little while she began to cry softly. She was touched by his sitting there and protecting her against herself. As soon as the man saw that Brita was weeping, he rose and went toward the door.
When he was on the doorstep, he turned and again looked straight into her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Do thyself no harm, for the time is nearing when thou shalt live in righteousness." Then he went his way. She could hear his heavy footsteps as he walked, down the road. Brita ran into the little room, took down the rope, and carried the stepladder back into the shop.
Toward evening, Bjarne Blakstad loaded his horses with buckets, filled with cheese and butter, and started for the valley. Brita stood long looking after him as he descended the rocky slope, and she could hardly conceal from herself that she felt relieved, when, at last, the forest hid him from her sight.
"But, Brita," cried he, in despair, "what would you have me do?" She lifted the child in her arms, then pointed to the vacant seat at her side. He understood what she meant, and stood for a moment wavering. Suddenly, he covered his face with his hands and burst into tears.
He spread his jacket on the grass, and sat down on the spot where he had sat the night before. Brita looked at him in surprise and remained silent; she didn't know how to interpret this second visit. "You are very handsome," he said, suddenly, with a gravity which left no doubt as to his sincerity. "Do you think so?" she answered, with a merry laugh.
My little Jan iss dead, and Carl so sick, and all dat he must be vidout enough to eat, and my Brita vill get a dollar and a half a veek to sew alvays sew and she is pale and coughs. I pray, 'O God, you know I vill not do wrong, but vat shall I do? Show me how, for I am afraid. But it vas all dark. I cannot go home, for I haf not money. I cannot vork but one, maybe two, times a veek.
"God bless your foolish talk," cried Brita, with a fresh burst of merriment. "No, indeed I am not angry with you; I should just as soon think of being angry with with that calf," she added for want of another comparison. "You think I don't know much," he stammered. "And I don't." The sad smile again settled on his countenance. A feeling of guilt sent the blood throbbing through her veins.
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