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Updated: May 12, 2025
But in the old days, in those first innocent years, Inger could never rest, but sat up at nights waiting for him when he had been down to the village. It was different now, different in every way. As, for instance, when he had given her that ring. Could anything have been more utterly a failure? Isak had been gloriously modest, and far from venturing to call it a gold ring.
I went in to have a talk with your wife they managed it for me, of course, no difficulty about that and we had a long talk. 'Well, Inger, how are you getting on? Nicely, what? 'Why, I've no cause to complain. Like to be home again? 'Ay, I'll not say no. 'And so you shall before very long, said I. And I'll tell you this much, Isak, she's a good girl, is Inger.
On the other hand, there'll be more life in the district where we begin, and you'll have a good market close at hand for farm produce and that sort of thing. Fix your own price, too." "Ay," said Isak. "Besides your share in the mine you'll get a high percentage of earnings, you know. Big money, Isak." Said Isak: "You've paid me fairly already, and more than enough...."
The Department, of course, requires that adequate boundaries be drawn: yes, we shall have to beat the bounds in due order." "'Tis no light business setting up boundaries this time of year," said Isak. "Not till later on in the summer." "Anyhow, it'll have to be done. The Department can't wait all through the summer for an answer. I'll come up myself as soon as I can get away.
A spinning-wheel and carding-combs at a pinch; even the beads perhaps, though they were over fine to be come by in any way proper and natural. But a cow, picked up straying on the road, maybe, or in a field it would be missed in no time, and have to be found. Inger stepped out of the shed, and said with a proud little laugh: "It's only me. I've brought my cow along." "H'm," said Isak.
Then suddenly he was certain, and went on: "But if you'll give me a free hand to act on my discretion, I can do better for you at any rate than you could by yourself." "H'm," began Isak. "You've always been a good man to us all here...." But Geissler frowned at that, and cut him short: "All right, then." Next morning the gentlemen sat down to write.
Isak was no longer littleness and humility; he had paid, as it were, like a gentleman, for Goldenhorns. "Here you are," he could say. "I've brought along a horse; we can call it quits." He stood there, upright and agile, against his wont; shifted the plough once more, picked it up and carried it with one hand and stood it up against the wall. Oh, he could manage an estate!
Isak came back on the third day, leading a half-starved yearling bull. The beast could hardly walk; it had been a long business getting up to the place at all. "How did you get on?" asked Inger. She herself was ill and miserable enough. Isak had managed very well. True, the big bull had been mad the last two miles or so, and he had to tie it up and fetch help from the village.
Isak heaved the bundle out into the yard, flung the cap out after it, and closed the door. Then he went into the stable and looked out through the window. And thought, belike: "Let the bundle stay there, and let the cap lie there, 'tis all one whose they may be. A bit of dirt he is, and not worth my while" so he might have thought.
Isak wondered a little at first; it was a curious way to speak; a nasty, uncaring, take-it-or-leave-it way to speak. And he answered: "Why, I didn't know 'twas ready." But when Inger pointed out that he ought to have known, or might have guessed it, anyway, by the sun, he said no more, and let the matter drop.
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