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Updated: June 13, 2025
Frolich had no longer any wish to go. She started off towards the sleeping-shed, and never stopped till she had entered it, and driven a provision-chest against the door, leaving Erica far behind. Erica, indeed, was in no hurry to follow.
"What can we do?" exclaimed Frolich, dolefully looking at the cream, which had reached such a point as that the stirring could not cease for a minute without risk of spoiling the cheese. Erica took the long wooden spoon from Frolich's hand, and bade her run and see where the bishop was going to land. The cream should not spoil while she was absent.
She kissed Frolich's hand, which lay on her knee, in token of thanks, and then inquired whether any Gammel cheese was made yet. "No," said Frolich, inwardly sighing for news. "We have the whey, but not sweet cream enough till after this evening's milking; so you are just in time." Erica was glad, as she could not otherwise have been sure of the demon having his due.
The first piece of amusement that occurred was the return of Oddo, who passed the windows, followed at a short distance by a wistful-looking deer, which seemed afraid to come quite up to him, but kept its branched head outstretched towards the salt which Oddo displayed, dropping a few grains from time to time. At the sight all crowded to the windows but Frolich, who left the room on the instant.
The boats had all drawn to shore on the northern side of the fiord, where, no doubt, the bishop had a visit to pay before proceeding to Erlingsen's. The cheese-making might yet be done in time, even if Frolich should be sent for home, to see and be seen by the good bishop. The day after Erica's departure to the dairy, Peder was sitting alone in his house, weaving a frail-basket.
Your father and I do wish, for Frolich and you, that you should rest your reverence, your hopes and fears, on none but the good God. Do we not know that not even a sparrow falleth to the ground without his will?" "Poor Erica would be less miserable if she could think so," sighed Orga. "She will die soon, if she goes on to suffer as she does.
Erica had rather have kept the cattle, but Frolich so earnestly begged that she would let Stiorna do that, as she could not destroy the cattle in her ill-humour, while she might easily spoil the cheese, that Erica put away her knitting, tied on her apron, tucked up her sleeves, and prepared for the great work.
They garnished with moss, leaves, and flowers; they disposed their few bowls and platters to the best advantage, taking some from the dairy which could ill be spared. It was still but a poor apology for a feast; and Frolich looked so ready to cry as to make Erica laugh. Presently, however, there were voices heard from the hill above.
He meant, however, not to lose sight of poor Hund, either in the prison to which he was to travel to-morrow, or after he should come out of it. Here Frolich appeared running to ask whether those who were in the grove would not like to look forth from the ridge, and see what good the budstick had done, and how many parties were on their way from all quarters to the farm.
In their cups the Germans use little mirth or discourse, but ply the business sadly, crying 'Seyte frolich! The best of their drunken sport is 'Kurlemurlehuff, a way of drinking with touching deftly of the glass, the beard, the table, in due turn, intermixed with whistlings and snappings of the finger so curiously ordered as 'tis a labour of Hercules, but to the beholder right pleasant and mirthful.
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