United States or Montenegro ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


Now he was beginning, little by little, to take such matters more calmly; eyah, Herregud! All things were changed, the land itself was different now, with broad telegraph roads up through the woods, that had not been there before, and rocks blasted and sundered up by the water, as they had not been before. And folk, too, were changed.

And I who stood watching them once and listening, and thought to myself if one lived down there in the roar of it for ever, what would one's brain be like at last? But now the rapids are dwindled, and murmur faintly. It would be shame to call it a roar. Herregud! 'tis no more than a ruin of what it was.

There lived some tiny baby fish that never grew bigger, lived and died there and were no use at all Herregud! no use on earth. One evening Inger stood there listening for the cowbells; all was dead about her, she heard nothing, and then came a song from the tarn. A little, little song, hardly there at all, almost lost. It was the tiny fishes' song.

And indeed he feels somehow younger already devil knows what it could be, but somehow slighter of build. Isak drives down to the village. Next day the mail boat comes in. Isak climbs up on a rock by the storekeeper's wharf, looking out, but still no Inger to be seen. Passengers there were, grown-up folk and children with them Herregud! but no Inger.

Moreover, there lay the boat; after half a generation of thinking it over, the boat was finished; it was there, up on the lake. "Eyah, Herregud!" said Isak. It was a strange evening altogether: a turning-point. Inger had been running off the line for a long time now; and one lift up from the floor had set her in her place again. Neither spoke of what had happened.

"You've no call to heed the girls' nonsense, anyway." "Herregud, let the old fellow go if he wants to," said his sister. At last the deputy and his wife came in again, stiffly and stubbornly silent. Well! And how much did I owe them? H'm! They would leave it to me.

But it was a grey and lonely life; eyah, Herregud! a man without a wife again, and all the rest.... What pleasure was there now in sitting at home Sundays, cleanly washed, with a neat red shirt on, when there was no one to be clean and neat for!

"Oh but, Herregud! it will come right again surely," said Nils, looking round at the rest of us to see what we thought. For a couple of days after the Captain had gone, Fruen sat playing the piano all the time. On the third day Nils drove her to the station; she was going to stay with her mother at Kristianssand. That left us more alone than ever.

And suddenly Fru Heyerdahl screams and draws back to the door. What on earth can it be? thinks Barbro, and looks down at herself. Herregud! a flea, nothing more. Barbro cannot help smiling, and being not unused to acting under critical circumstances, she flicks off the flea at once. "On the floor!" cried Fru Heyerdahl. "Are you mad, girl? Pick it up at once!"

"But, Eva, you have scratched your hands. Herregud! oh, if you had not scratched them so!" "It doesn't matter." Her face beams wonderfully. "Eva, have you spoken to Herr Mack?" "Yes, once." "What did he say, and what did you?" "He is so hard with us now; he makes my husband work day and night down at the quay, and keeps me at all sorts of jobs as well. He has ordered me to do man's work now."