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Updated: May 19, 2025
God will surely find us another shepherd," thought Karin, "but for the time being it seems best to let Ingmar have his way." After she had staunched the wound, she helped Ingmar home and put him to bed. He was not badly wounded. All he needed was to rest quietly for a few days. He lay abed in a room upstairs, and Karin tended him and watched over him like a baby.
With Ingmar standing there, hugging the wall of the old home he was about to lose, they felt no inclination to laugh or to joke. Then came a moment for the opening of the auction. The auctioneer mounted a chair, and began to offer the first lot an old plow. Ingmar never moved. He was more like a statue than a human being. "Good heavens! why can't he go away?" said the people.
"He is to have it if you resist God," Halvor declared. "I'm obliged to you for telling me what a good stroke of business it would be for me to adopt your faith." "You know well enough it wasn't meant in that way," said Karin reprovingly. "I understand quite well what you mean," returned Ingmar. "I'm to lose Gertrude and the sawmill and the old home unless I go over to the Hellgumists."
The next day the news spread like wildfire throughout the parish that a new religious sect had sprung up on the Ingmar Farm, which was supposed to embody the only correct and true principles of Christianity. In the spring, soon after the snow had disappeared, young Ingmar and Strong Ingmar returned to the village to start the sawmill.
"I can't bear the thought of losing him," she sighed. For a time no sound came from the sitting-room, but presently she heard a noise as if a chair were being pushed back. Some one had evidently risen. "Are you going already, Halvor?" young Ingmar was heard to say. "Yes," Halvor replied. "I can't stop any longer. Please say good-bye to Karin for me."
One evening on his way home from work, the old man met Anna Lisa on the road. She looked frightened, and wanted to run away. Strong Ingmar, seeing this, quickened his pace, thinking all was not well at home. When he reached his but he stopped short, frowning. As far back as he could remember, a certain rosebush had been growing outside the door. It had been the apple of his eye.
"If some person outside the Company wants to give forty thousand for the property, we will be satisfied to accept that sum for it," said Halvor, knowing at last what his wife's wishes were. When that was said, Strong Ingmar walked over to Sven Persson and whispered to him. Judge Persson immediately arose and went up to Halvor.
"Big Ingmar died just after that was said, and I have not had time to ponder it." He fell to thinking, then he spoke kind of half to himself: "It was a strange sort of thing to say, you're right about that, Mother Stina." "You know, of course, that it has been said of Strong Ingmar that he can see into the future?" she said reflectively.
Ingmar closed his eyes for a moment, and there was the shadow of a smile on his lips, but all the same he answered rather mournfully: "They have no use for me at home." "No use for you?" cried the old man. "You don't know how soon you may be needed on the farm. Elof lived only two years, and who knows how long Halvor will hold out?" "Halvor is a strong, hearty fellow," Ingmar reminded.
Ingmar, meanwhile, had not opened the sluice gate, for with the saws going he could not have heard a word. The old man eyed him questioningly. Ingmar smiled a little. "You always manage somehow to have your own way," he said. "It was that silly goose, Gunhild, Councillor Clementsson's daughter, who " "She's no silly goose!" Ingmar broke in.
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