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Updated: June 29, 2025
They stand resting with both hands on their long staves, taking stock of the hut and the clearing, noting the sound of the goat-bells up on the hillside. "Goddag" say the Lapps. "And here's fine folk come to live." Lapps talk that way, with flattering words. "You don't know of any woman hereabouts to help?" says Isak, thinking always of but one thing. "Woman to help? No.
My hands are vulgarly unused to gloves, and I pull them off; then going up the step I notice that my hands do not go at all well with the clothes I am wearing, and I put on my gloves again. Then I ring the bell. "Froken Elisabeth? Yes, would you wait a moment?" Froken Elisabeth comes out. "Goddag. You wished to speak to.... Oh, is it you?" I had brought a parcel from her mother. Varsaagod.
But don't you think...?" A carriage stops outside. "Is the Doctor driving to-day?" I ask. "Yes, I sent a horse for him. I wanted to ..." "Spare his bad foot, yes. Well, I must be off. Goddag, Goddag, Doctor. Pleased to see you again. Well and fit, I hope? Excuse my running off..." Once down the steps outside, I turned round.
And I fall asleep. It was afternoon. I went home; it was still raining. Then an unexpected encounter. Edwarda stood there before me on the path. She was wet through, as if she had been out in the rain a long time, but she smiled. Ho! I thought to myself, and my anger rose; I gripped my gun and walked fiercely although she herself was smiling. "Goddag!" she called, speaking first.
We said but Goddag and Farvel, for all that I'd known her from she was a toddling child all that time I was here at Sellanraa by reason of you being away and learning knowledge at the Institute...." "There's Rebecca crying," said Inger, breaking in on Oline. But she gave her a handful of wool.
I raised my cap and looked at her; her face was strangely young and innocent to see. And with perfect indifference she answered my "Goddag," and passed on. It could not be all over for good between the Captain and his wife. I based this view upon the following grounds: Ragnhild, the parlour-maid, was her mistress's friend and trusted spy.
And well that she came just then, a fortunate thing. A minute later had not been well at all. Isak had just come into the courtyard with his forge, and Aronsen and there is a horse and cart just pulled up. "Goddag," says Geissler, greeting Inger as well. And there they stand, all looking one at another couldn't be better.... Geissler back again.
Four gentlemen and Geissler made up the party, and then there were a couple of servants each leading a packhorse. The riders dismounted outside the farm, and Geissler said: "Here's Isak here's the Margrave of the place himself. Goddag, Isak! I've come back again, you see, as I said I would." Geissler was the same as ever.
There was something there a woman with a little girl, up at the entrance to the landing-stage already; but the woman was prettier to look at than Inger though Inger was good enough. What why but it was Inger! "H'm," said Isak, and trundled up to meet them. Greetings: "Goddag," said Inger, and held out her hand; a little cold, a little pale after the voyage, and being ill on the way.
Geissler was poorly dressed, his hair and beard turned greyer, and his eyes redder at the edges than before. He had no man, either, to carry his things, but had his papers in a pocket, and not even a bag. "Goddag" said Geissler. "Goddag" answered Isak and Inger. "Here's the like of visitors to see this way!" Geissler nodded.
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