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"I told him that I had been sent by Akka from Kebnekaise to ask if he couldn't give Nils Holgersson easier terms. "'I only wish I could! he answered, 'for I have heard that he has conducted himself well on the trip; but it is not in my power to do so. "Then I was wrathy and said that I would bore out his eyes unless he gave in.
That which lies nearest them, they want promptly, without caring what it may cost them. Nils Holgersson had not understood what he was losing when he chose to remain an elf; but now he began to be dreadfully afraid that, perhaps, he should never again get back to his right form. How in all the world should he go to work in order to become human? This he wanted, oh! so much, to know.
At the time when Nils Holgersson travelled around with the wild geese, there lived at Takern a wild duck named Jarro. He was a young bird, who had only lived one summer, one fall, and a winter; now, it was his first spring. He had just returned from South Africa, and had reached Takern in such good season that the ice was still on the lake.
The boy saw also the narrow streets, which were almost deserted on holiday afternoons. He knew, he did, what a stream of stately people had once upon a time sauntered about on them. He knew that they had been like large workshops filled with all sorts of workmen. But that which Nils Holgersson did not see was, that the city even to-day was both beautiful and remarkable.
The boy came near crying with regret; but the sun stood up there orange-coloured and happy and put courage into the whole world. "It isn't worth while, Nils Holgersson, for you to be troubled about anything, as long as I'm here," said the sun. Monday, March twenty-first. Everything remained unchanged in the forest about as long as it takes a goose to eat her breakfast.
Two years before Nils Holgersson travelled with the wild geese the old leader-goose, Akka from Kebnekaise, was standing at the foot of the mountain slope looking toward the eagle's nest.
On the wooden board-walk in front of the cottage, hopped a gray sparrow. He had hardly set eyes on the boy before he called out: "Teetee! Teetee! Look at Nils goosey-boy! Look at Thumbietot! Look at Nils Holgersson Thumbietot!" Instantly, both the geese and the chickens turned and stared at the boy; and then they set up a fearful cackling. "Cock-el-i-coo," crowed the rooster, "good enough for him!
"Why, so there is! but they are such tiny letters." "Let me see! It says it says: 'Nils Holgersson from W. Vemminghög. That's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard!" said little Mats. About twelve years before Nils Holgersson started on his travels with the wild geese there was a manufacturer at Kolmården who wanted to be rid of one of his dogs.
"They told me that he was changed, but I couldn't believe it. Welcome home, Nils Holgersson! Welcome home! This is the first glad moment I have known for ever so long!" "Thank you, Mayrose!" said the boy, who was very happy to be so well received. "Now tell me all about father and mother." "They have had nothing but hardship ever since you went away," said Mayrose.
Since then it has been of no earthly use to him. Tell Nils Holgersson that his parents have had to sell two of the cows and that they must give up the croft unless they receive help from somewhere." When the boy heard this he frowned and clenched his fists so hard that the nails dug into his flesh.
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