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Updated: June 2, 2025
"She just goes around and looks at and talks about what she calls the beauties of nature. That she likes; but as for milking, or churning, or making cheese, well " Then they all laughed good naturedly. Hansine was a large, strong girl, with round, pleasant features. She and the cows were good friends.
Next morning Signe was very busy. She washed the wooden milk basins, scalded them with juniper tea, and then scoured them with sand. She churned the butter and wanted to help with the cheese, but Hansine thought that she was not paying enough attention to their visitor, so she ordered her off to her lookout on the mountain. Hr.
"Signe, I wish you would let me do you a favor." She thought for a moment before she asked what it was. "Let me help you attend college. You know I am able to, besides besides, some day you may learn to think as much of me as I do of you, and then, dear Signe " Signe arose. "Hr. Bogstad," she said, "I wish you would not talk like that. If you do, I shall go back to Hansine."
Bogstad of Hansine. "How can I? I have never been far from home. Mountains and forests and lakes are all I know." "True," said he, "and we can see grandeur and beauty by contrast only." "But here is Signe," remarked Hansine; "she has never seen much of the world, yet you should hear her. I can never get her interested in my cows.
It was poor land, and Lars Peter was said to be unlucky. Either he lost an animal or the crop was spoiled by hail. Other people kept an account of these accidents, Lars Peter himself had no feeling of being treated badly. On the contrary he was thankful for his farm, and toiled patiently on it. Nothing affected him. When Hansine was to have her fifth child, she was worse than ever.
They were as happy together as any two human beings can be; Lars Peter was good to her, and when he had finished his own work, would help her with the milking, and carry water in for her. Hansine was happy and satisfied; every one could see she had got a good husband.
Hansine took his hand and pressed it against her tearful eyes. Then rising herself she put the child to bed; she was calm now. The rag and bone man had no superstition of any kind, or fear either, it was the only bright touch in the darkness of his race that they possessed; this property caused them to be outcasts and decided their trade. Those who are not haunted, haunt others.
As he worked he would hum, something slightly resembling a melody, but always the same tune; then suddenly Hansine would come running out throwing herself into his arms. She had become so strange under her pregnancy, she could find no rest, and would sit for hours with her thoughts far away as if listening to distant voices and could not be roused up again.
"Ah, what pictures I would paint! I would make them so natural that you could see the pine tops wave, and smell the breath of the woods as you looked at them." "You would put me in, standing on The Look-out blowing my lur, wouldn't you?" "Certainly." "And I have no doubt that we could hear the echoes ringing over the hills," continued Hansine, soberly. "Never mind, you needn't make fun. Yes, Hr.
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