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He was always shouting his abuse of Soren through the open doors, because the latter would not go near his buxom young wife. Old Jorgen had taken him and put him into bed with her with his own hands, but Soren had got out of the business by crying and trembling like a new-born calf. "D'you think he's perhaps bewitched?" asked Master Andres.
Weeks, months, a whole year had elapsed, when a gipsy named Niels Tyv "the horse-dealer," as he was also called was arrested, and then came better times: it was ascertained what injustice had been done to Jörgen.
It appeared as if Jörgen had never thought about her grave; it did not enter into the narrow circle of his ideas, which now only dwelt among wrecks of the past.
So far I have been dealing with our general outfit, and shall now pass to the special equipment of the shore party. The hut we took out was built on my property on Bundefjord, so that I was able to watch the work as it progressed. It was built by the brothers Hans and Jörgen Stubberud, and was throughout a splendid piece of work, which did honour to both the brothers.
But these were going about in their customary half-slumber, working when there was work to be had and contenting themselves with that. "That would be the last straw," said Jeppe, "here, where we have such a well-organized poor-relief!" Baker Jorgen was the most eager every day he came with news of some kind to discuss. Now they had threatened the life of the King himself!
"But we shall buy there no more we must all stick to that and no respectable family can deal with the traitor in future." "Did you see the journeyman, Uncle Jorgen?" asked Master Andres eagerly. "Yes, I saw him that is, from a distance! He had a pair of terrible, piercing eyes; but he shan't bewitch me with his serpent's glance!"
I ask you about the new time, O God the Father!" he repeated. Two weary stevedores were going homeward. "He'll drive all poverty out of the world and give us all a new life that's the form his madness takes," said one of them, with a dreary laugh. "Then he's got the millennium on the brain?" said the other. "No, he's just snarling at the world," said old Jorgen, behind them.
And this story made a great impression on little Jörgen, and partly influenced his life. He took the tinsel for the gold. He also wished to go "a little way up the stream" that is to say, to go away in a ship to see the world and his mother said as the eel-mother had done. "There are many bad men eel-spearers."
He fled across to the shelter of the wall, and hurried off; old Jorgen stood there gobbling with laughter as he watched him, his hands folded over his broomstick. "O Lord, is that a man?" he cried to Jeppe, who sat at his window, shaving himself before the milk-can. "Just look how he puffs! Now he'll go in and beg God to forgive him for going courting!"
Man's life is a strange thing, Andres." "Ah, and potatoes are bad this year, Bjerregrav!" Neighbor Jorgen filled up the whole doorway. "Lord, here we have that blessed Bjerregrav!" he shouted; "and in state, too! What's on to-day then going courting, are you?" "I've been following!" answered Bjerregrav, in a hushed voice.
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