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You must not dare to come a step beyond a line running from Pancake Stone down around the Sloping Marsh to the Pointing Stump near the Hoegseth cow path. If you let your animals graze beyond that line, your brother Jacob, next winter, shall get all the thrashings you ought to have this summer." Lisbeth was dreadfully frightened and her mouth began to tremble.
The speaker, who was the larger of the two boys, stood awhile waiting for a reply; but Lisbeth did not know what answer to make to his remark and therefore said nothing. So he continued: "Well, we only wanted to say to you I'm Ole Hoegseth and that fellow over there is Peter Lunde that you must keep out of our way.
He had shaken hands and asked her to greet Jacob from him, and to say that he, Ole Hoegseth, would not keep close account of these days Lisbeth was taking, since Jacob really needed to speak with his sister. He did not know, of course, that Peter had said the very same thing the evening before. And then she had given her animals over to Ole's care and had begun her long walk down the mountain.
Lisbeth had missed the boys very much, and had many a time been lonely during the last two summers, for no new herders had come from the Hoegseth or Lunde farms. At home, too, at the Hoel Farm, there had been changes among the people, and Bearhunter had become blind.
"Yes, but he is waiting down at the sæter, for he was tired. We were out early to-day, and tomorrow we are to take home a pair of nags to Hoegseth Farm. He sent you his greeting and will see you this evening." "Were you sure that you could find me?" "Oh, yes! I knew just about where you would be in such weather.
They met with birch trees again and one single warped fir tree; and from below they heard the rushing sound of a large river. They reached at last the edge of the sæter valley to which they were bound, and stood still to look down. Below them lay a comparatively level space, peaceful and green, with its three sæter huts, belonging to Hoegseth, Lunde, and Hoel farms.
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