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Updated: May 28, 2025
In the evening, when we came back to the village with the dead leopard, a lot of the natives came out to look at it. Glahn simply said we had shot it that morning, and made no sort of fuss about it himself at the time. Maggie came up too. "Who shot it?" she asked. And Glahn answered: "You can see for yourself twice hit. We shot it this morning when we went out."
I never boasted of it, but Glahn would often say: "I'll get that fellow in the tail," or "that one in the head." He would say that before he fired; and when the bird fell, sure enough, it was hit in the tail or the head as he had said.
And my washerwoman answered outside the door: "He's nearly well again now." That "Glahn Glahn" went through me to the marrow of my bones; she said my name twice, and it touched me; her voice was clear and ringing. She opened my door without knocking, stepped hastily in, and looked at me. And suddenly all seemed as in the old days.
After that, Glahn began treating the natives with rice beer gave them any amount of it, as many as cared to drink. "Both shot it," said Maggie to herself; but she was looking at Glahn all the time. I drew her aside with me and said: "What are you looking at him all the time for? I am here too, I suppose?" "Yes," she said. "And listen: I am coming this evening."
"This has been the longest day of my life," said Glahn when we got back to the hut. Nothing more was said on either side. The next few days he was in the blackest humor, seemingly all about the same letter. "I can't stand it; no, it's more than I can bear," he would say sometimes in the night; we could hear it all through the hut.
Why didn't he go back home again, if the letter really asked him, instead of going about as he often did, clenching his teeth and shouting at the empty air: "Never, never! I'll be drawn and quartered first"? But the morning after I had warned him, as I said, there was Glahn the same as ever, standing by my bed, calling out: "Up with you, comrade!
About noon, Glahn began walking a bit ahead of me, as if to give me a better chance of doing what I liked with him. He walked right across the muzzle of my gun; but I bore with that too. We came back that evening. Nothing had happened. I thought to myself: "Perhaps he'll be more careful now, and leave Maggie alone."
Still, it was nothing to reproach her for, seeing that she was the prettiest girl in the village, anyway. Glahn was jealous of me, that was all. I was friends again with Maggie, though, next evening, and we saw nothing of Glahn. A week passed, and we went out shooting every day, and shot a heap of game.
"One cannot always be the same..." "Tell me this one thing," I said. "What is it this time that I have said or done to displease you? Then, perhaps, I might manage better in future." She looked out the window, towards the far horizon; stood looking out thoughtfully and answered me as I sat there behind her: "Nothing, Glahn. Just thoughts that come at times. Are you angry now?
Hey, Siurd, what I told you already gesternabend? The British schwein are in Italy already. Hola! Siurd! Take his feet and we turn him over mal!" But Von Glahn remained motionless, leaning heavily against the crag, his back to the abyss, his blond head buried in both arms.
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