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Updated: May 28, 2025
I admit this, for fairness' sake, and despite the fact that Glahn is still repellant to my soul, so that the bare memory of him arouses hatred. He was a splendidly handsome man, full of youth, and with an irresistible manner. When he looked at you with his hot animal eyes, you could not but feel his power; even I felt it so.
We lay at night with a mosquito net over the bedplace, to keep off the insects; but even then it happened sometimes that blind bats would come flying silently against our nets and tear them. This happened too often to Glahn, because he was obliged to have a trap in the roof open all the time, on account of the heat; but it did not happen to me.
All the children went about stark naked night and day, with great big prominent bellies simply glistening with oil. "The women are too fat," said Glahn. And I too thought the women were too fat. Perhaps it was not Glahn at all, but myself, who thought so first; but I will not dispute his claim I am willing to give him the credit.
There was Glahn standing motionless a few paces off, staring at me; his smoking rifle lay along his arm. Had he tried to shoot me? I said: "You missed that time. You've been shooting badly of late." But he had not been shooting badly. He never missed. He had only been trying to irritate me. "Then take your revenge, damn you!" he shouted back. "All in good time," I said, clenching my teeth.
And Glahn looked at the two rooms and took the upper one, possibly to give me the better of the two but was I not grateful for it? I owe him nothing. As long as the worst of the heat lasted, we left the hunting alone and stayed quietly in the hut, for the heat was extremely uncomfortable.
The extent to which this is done may be seen from the way in which Hamsun lets a character in one book enter upon a theme which later becomes the subject of an independent work by the author himself. Thus Glahn is haunted by visions of Diderik and Iselin; Johannes writes fragments supposed to be spoken by one Vendt the Monk.
No feathers or money or bits of paper you can see for yourself." Glahn scarcely looked at her. He lay still. Maggie and I went on. When I reproached her with having broken her promise and spoken to Glahn again, she answered that she had only meant to show him he was wrong. "That's right show him he's wrong," I said. "But do you mean it was for his sake you stopped chewing things?"
"And you get up, you stand, when I come?" she said. "Oh, but sit down. Your foot is bad, you shot yourself. Heavens, how did it happen? I did not know of it till just now. And I was thinking all the time: What can have happened to Glahn? He never comes now. I knew nothing of it all. And you had shot yourself, and it was weeks ago, they tell me, and I knew never a word. How are you now?
His staring, protuberant eyes fell casually upon Brown, who was laying aside his own rifle again and the German’s expression did not alter. "Ibex!" exclaimed Von Glahn softly. Stent, rising impulsively to his feet, bracketted his field glasses on the third peak, and stood there, poised, slim and upright against the sky on the chasm’s mossy edge.
But Hamsun now is a greater soul than in the days when Glahn, the solitary dweller in the woods, picked up a broken twig from the ground and held it lovingly, because it looked poor and forsaken; or thanked the hillock of stone outside his hut because it stood there faithfully, as a friend that waited his return.
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