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And now I've got no son, Fris! I'm childless now! And I'm not able to do anything!" "You shall have enough to live upon, Ole," said Fris. "Without coming on the parish? I shouldn't like to come upon the parish." "Yes, without coming on the parish, Ole." "If only he can get peace now! He had so little peace in this world these last few years.
"Twice two's five!" he said quietly, at which there was a laugh at Peter's expense, and work went on again. For some time they worked diligently, and then Nilen rose. Fris saw it, but went on reading. "Which is the lightest, a pound of feathers or a pound of lead? I can't find it in the answers." Fris's hands trembled as he held the paper up close to his face to see something or other better.
Fris remained behind to collect himself. He walked up and down with his hands behind his back, swallowing hard. He was going to send in his resignation. Every time things went quite wrong, Fris sent in his resignation, and when he had come to himself a little, he put it off until the spring examinations were over. He would not leave in this way, as a kind of failure.
"Twice two's five!" he said quietly, at which there was a laugh at Peter's expense, and work went on again. For some time they worked diligently, and then Nilen rose. Fris saw it, but went on reading. "Which is the lightest, a pound of feathers or a pound of lead? I can't find it in the answers." Fris's hands trembled as he held the paper up close to his face to see something or other better.
And they talked to Fris as they would to a comrade, told him what they had gone through, so that the listening youngsters hugged themselves with delight, and quite unconcernedly smoked their clay pipes in the class with the bowl turned nonchalantly downward without losing its tobacco.
The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour; On earth is not his fel low." The whole school sat swaying backward and forward in time to the rhythm, grinding out hymns in endless succession. Fris, the master, was walking up and down the middle passage, smoking his pipe; he was taking exercise after an hour's reading of the paper.
Bible words came with effect from his lips, and his prospects were of the best, when an ill-natured bird came all the way from the Faroe Islands to bring trouble upon him. Fris fell down two flights from spiritual guide to parish-clerk and child-whipper. The latter office he looked upon as almost too transparent a punishment from Heaven, and arranged his school as a miniature clerical charge.
The whole village bore traces of his work. There was not much knowledge of reading and writing, but when it was a question of hymns and Bible texts, these fishermen and little artisans were bad to beat. Fris took to himself the credit for the fairly good circumstances of the adults, and the receipt of proper wages by the young men.
He got it once when he saw a man almost killed." And they carried him off to the pump to bring him to himself again. Fris and Ole busied themselves over the dead body, placed something under the head, and washed away the sand that had got rubbed into the skin of the face. "He was my best boy," said Fris, stroking the dead man's head with a trembling hand.
It must have been the fluttering mind that his eyes were always following when they dully gazed about into vacancy. But the young men who came home to winter in the village, and went to Fris as to an old friend, felt the change.
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