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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Little heavy lumps of stone I saw the boy playing with when I was here once before." The stones were out in the larder, serving as weights for so many mouse-traps; Isak brought them in. Geissler and the two men examined them, talking together, tapped them here and there, weighed them in the hand. "Copper," they said. "Could you go up with us and show where you found them?" asked Geissler.
"I'll come on after," calls Sivert, and sets down his load. The two men sit down and talk. Geissler is in the right mood today; the spirit moves him, and he talks all the time, only pausing when Sivert puts in a word or so in answer, and then going on again. "A mighty lucky thing can't help saying it.
But the new owners were no less to be laughed at; mighty men, no doubt, who could afford to indulge in a jest, and take up land for amusement's sake, for a drunken wager, or Heaven knows what. But when it came to trial workings, and exploiting the land in earnest, then suddenly they found themselves butting up against a wall Geissler.
Geissler stops for a moment, and looks at Sivert. Then suddenly he glances at the sack, and asks: "What's that you're carrying?" "Goods," says Sivert. "We're taking them down to the village." Geissler does not seem interested in the answer; has not even heard it, like as not. He goes on: "Buy them back again yes. Last time, I let my son manage the deal; he sold them then.
M. Geissler, manager of the Hotel Astoria, who was recently reported as having been shot as a spy for arranging disks on the roof of his hotel to interfere with the French wireless telegraphy, was tried today, not by court martial, but by a civil judge, M. Tortat, to whom the court martial had referred the matter for further evidence.
"Ay." "Well, I've a mowing-machine and a harrow down south, both new; I'll send them up, if you like." "How?" asked Axel, unable to conceive such magnificence, and thinking vaguely of payment by instalments. "I mean I'll make you a present of them," said Geissler. "'Tis hard to believe," said Axel. "But you'll have to help those two neighbours of yours up above, breaking new land."
He took a small silver tobacco box from his pocket and sat playing with it in his fingers. It was perhaps the only thing of value left him now. But Geissler was restless, changing from one thing to another. He slipped the thing back into his pocket again and started a new theme. "But what's that? Why, the meadow that's all grey. I thought it was the shadow. The ground is simply parched.
When he came down to the farm some hours later, Brede was still there, but Geissler took no notice of his questions; Geissler was tired, and waved him aside. He slept like a stone till next morning early, then he rose with the sun, and was himself again. "Sellanraa," said he, standing outside and looking all round. "All that money," said Isak; "does it mean I'm to have it all?"
But it'll be all right, never fear." Later in the day Brede Olsen came lounging in; he had brought some samples of rock he wanted Geissler to see. "And something out of the common, this time, to my mind," said Brede. Geissler would not look at the things. "That the way you manage a farm," he asked scornfully, "pottering about up in the hills looking for a fortune?"
You know the woman yourself that should be quite enough. I knew well enough, of course, why he wanted the thing settled quietly as possible, so I just agreed: said it would only delay the proceedings to collect further material.... "And there you are, Isak, that's the whole story." Geissler looked at his watch. "And now let's get to business. Can you go with me up to the ground again?"
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