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Updated: June 27, 2025
"Whene'er I take my walks abroad," it shall be to trace the clear Rauma from its rise on the fjeld to its rest in the fjord; or to follow the Ericht and the Halladale through the heather. The Ziller and the Salzach shall be my guides through the Tyrol; the Rotha and the Dove shall lead me into the heart of England.
By degrees, I discover that he is buying a horse. And he tells me that he has dug that piece of land of his, and is turning it into pasture, and his wife oh, yes, thank you for asking she lives in health to this day. "By the way," he said, "have you come here over the fjeld?" "Yes, I came last winter. In December." "What a pity I didn't know!"
I have read about many battles and been in a rain of bullets before this. Yet in a moment of sadness and humility in the presence of the powers about me, I weep and think: "Who am I now among men? Or am I lost already? Am I nothing already?" And I cry out and call my name to hear if it still lives. A wheel of gold turned before my eyes, and the thunder clapped over my very head, on my own fjeld.
A beautiful new road commences at Kongsvold, the last station on the Dovre Fjeld, after passing Djerkin, and follows the winding of the river through the narrow gorges of the mountains all the way to Ny Orne.
Over the cornices of the mountain-walls, hovering at least two thousand feet above, gleamed here and there the scattered snowy jötuns of the highest fjeld. The pass gradually opened into a narrow valley, where we found a little cultivation again. Here was the post of Drivstuen, kept by a merry old lady.
"It is a beautiful bay, is it not?" said the farmer who furnished us with horses, after we had left the boat and were slowly climbing the fjeld. I thought I had never seen a finer; but when heaven and earth are in entire harmony, when form, colour and atmosphere accord like some rich swell of music, whatever one sees is perfect.
Everyone's spirits rose; the strangers stayed a few days and nights, and were guided across the fjeld by Solem, who earned a fair penny. Paul, too, was visibly cheered, and strolled about the farm in his Sunday clothes. He had a few things to discuss with the lawyer about the house. "If there's anything to consult about, we had better do it now," he said. "I shall be away for a couple of days."
At noon, looking back from a hill, I can see Trovatn far behind; white and flat it lies, a stretch of chalk, a desert of snow. After a meal I go on again, higher and higher, nearing the fjeld now, but slowly and thoughtfully, with hands in my pockets. There is no hurry; I have only to find a shelter for the night.
But Isak, he sits there just exactly like a fjeld, and says only: "Ay, it's the big houses he's put up." "Ay," says Andresen again, "'tis just that. 'Tis the fine big houses and all." Just when Andresen is making ready to go, Leopoldine slips out by the door. A strange thing, but somehow she cannot bring herself to think of shaking hands with him.
Him that won't sell his bit of fjeld and let things get to work again, and trade and money passing same as before." "D'you mean him Geissler, then?" "Ay, 'tis him I mean. Ought to be shot!" Axel laughs at this, and says: "Geissler he was in town but a few days back; you should have talked to him there. But if I might be so bold as to say, I doubt you'd better leave him alone, after all."
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