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Updated: May 22, 2025
He was short of speech for the most, quick-witted and kindly; also he had a splendid voice for songs; a different sort from Grindhusen in every way. And when he spoke he used odd words from different local dialects, with a touch of Swedish here and there; no one could tell what part he came from. We came to a farmstead where the dogs barked, and folk were still about.
"All right, I'm coming. But these girths are the very devil." "Aren't you too tired to drive all that way again now?" "No. You know well enough I can manage it all right. And she's given me good money, too. Extra." "Did she, though?" "Ay, that she did. But she's a queer sort, is Fruen." Then said I: "I don't think you ought to go off again now." Grindhusen stopped short. "You think so?
"Go on ahead a bit," he said to the others. And then, turning to me, he asked: "Where are you off to?" I told him what I had in mind. "H'm! I don't know about that," said he. "No, I think you'd better not. Grindhusen can manage all right by himself. And, besides, I'm going to inspect myself. You've no business to go off doing things like that without asking me first."
But the priest wanted it white, and Grindhusen was afraid to contradict, and carefully agreed to all he said, until at last I put in a word, and said that notices on white paper would show up better against red. At that the priest smiled, with the endless wrinkles round his eyes, and said: "Yes, yes, of course, you're quite right."
So I hope the Lord will forgive me as I do Him. Good-night, Lovise." When we had laid the last stone of the reservoir, and cement over all, I went down with Grindhusen to help Lars with the trench we took a section each.
He was so young, he had needed some one to back him up and agree to everything he said; now, however, seeing that a certain troublesome cousin was going away, he had no further need of comfort there. Or was my withered soul doing him an injustice? Grindhusen was greatly distressed.
Grindhusen and I worked away at our famous reservoir, and Lars was getting on farther every day with his trench. Seeing the Captain was away, I wanted to make the most of the time, and perhaps have the work nearly done by the time he came back; it would be a grand thing if we could get it finished altogether!
And you can take and drown me if it isn't gospel truth every single bit I've said. I sat there just as I'm sitting now, and Inspector as it might be there...." And Grindhusen rambled on. Next morning early, before it was fairly light, Engineer Lassen stopped me on the street. It was only half-past three. I was all fitted out for a tramp up the river, with my boat-hook and a store of food.
And we sat there gossiping over our glasses quite a while. "But you'd better go up and see about that money of yours," said Grindhusen. "For from what I've heard, I don't fancy you'll get the Inspector to come down here with it after you. He said as much.
And waving his hand once more out over the fields, he said: "What a harvest we'll have this year if we can only get it safely in!" So Grindhusen went off to work in the fields, and I fell to on the painting. I started with the barn, and all that was to be red; then I did over the flagstaff and the summer-house down among the lilacs with the first coat of oil.
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