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Updated: June 9, 2025
The goosey-gander cried: "Thumbietot, come and help me!" as he always did when in peril although he was not aware that the boy was at hand. Nils Holgersson heard him, yet he lingered at the door of the cow shed.
Swimming-birds that live around Måkläppen, just out of Falsterbo, now come floating over Öresund in many extraordinary figures: in triangular and long curves; in sharp hooks and semicircles. To the great reunion held the year that Nils Holgersson travelled around with the wild geese, came Akka and her flock later than all the others.
Never had he dreamed that he should hear anything so great as that anyone was willing to risk life for his sake. From that moment, it could no longer be said of Nils Holgersson that he did not care for anyone. Saturday, April second. It was a moonlight evening in Karlskrona calm and beautiful.
If Nils Holgersson had immediately cried for help, the white goosey-gander certainly would have been able to save him; but the boy probably thought that he could protect himself, unaided, against a couple of crows. He kicked and struck out, but the crows didn't let go their hold, and they soon succeeded in raising themselves into the air with him.
"I thank you all the same for your kind intention, but you can't help me." "Oh, can't I?" said Gorgo. "We'll see about that!" In a twinkling he grasped Nils Holgersson in his big talons, and rose with him toward the skies, disappearing in a northerly direction. Wednesday, June fifteenth. The eagle kept on flying until he was a long distance north of Stockholm.
You don't mind if I do a little scratching on your hoof with my knife, do you?" Nils Holgersson had just finished, when he heard the sound of voices. He opened the stable door a little and peeped out. His father and mother were coming down the lane. It was easy to see that they were broken by many sorrows. His mother had many lines on her face and his father's hair had turned gray.
"'You may do as you like, he retorted, 'but as to Nils Holgersson, it will turn out exactly as I have said. You can tell him from me that he would do well to return soon with his goose, for matters on the farm are in a bad shape. His father has had to forfeit a bond for his brother, whom he trusted. He has bought a horse with borrowed money, and the beast went lame the first time he drove it.
"I am Nils Holgersson from Vemminghög, who has been transformed into an elf," replied the first of the incomers, "and I have with me a tame goose, whom I generally ride, and a gray goose." "Such rare guests have never before been within my four walls," said the cow, "and you shall be welcome, although I would have preferred that it had been my mistress, come to give me my supper."
The Nils Holgersson that went away in the spring had a heavy, slow gait, a drawling speech, and sleepy eyes. The one that had come back was lithe and alert, ready of speech, and had eyes that sparkled and danced. He had a confident bearing that commanded respect, little as he was. Although he himself did not look happy, he inspired happiness in others. "Moo!" bellowed Mayrose.
Instantly the North Wind, Cold, and Darkness rushed from the cave and began to chase the Sun. "Drive him out! Drive him back!" shrieked the Ice Witch. "Chase him so far that he can never come back! Teach him that Lapland is MINE!" But Nils Holgersson felt so unhappy when he saw that the Sun was to be driven from Lapland that he awakened with a cry.
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