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Jürgen's foster-parents were to go, and he was to accompany them from the dunes, across heath and moor. They came to the green meadows where the river Skjärn rolls its course, the river of many eels, where mother-eels dwell with their daughters, who are caught and eaten up by wicked people.
Jurgen still breathed, so the fishermen carried him to the nearest house upon the sand-hills, where a smith and general dealer lived who knew something of surgery, and bound up Jurgen's wounds in a temporary way until a surgeon could be obtained from the nearest town the next day.
"You will not go to sea again, Jurgen, I suppose," observed one of the old fishermen. "You will always stay with us now." But this was not Jurgen's intention; he wanted to see something of the world.
And Satan followed Jurgen's suggestions, and the threatened rebellion was satisfactorily discouraged, by tearing into very small fragments anybody who grumbled about anything. So that all the subjects of Satan went about smiling broadly all the time at the thought of what might befall them if they seemed dejected. Thus was Hell a happier looking place because of Jurgen's coming.
"That is Lokeman driving his sheep," said some one. And this was enough to excite Jurgen's imagination. He felt as if they were now about to enter fairyland, though everything was still real. How quiet it was! The heath stretched far and wide around them like a beautiful carpet. The heather was in blossom, and the juniper-bushes and fresh oak saplings rose like bouquets from the earth.
All this passed through Jürgen's mind, and made him shudder; but a sunbeam a refreshing thought from without penetrated his heart even here; it was the remembrance of the blooming elder and the fragrant lime trees. He was not left there long. They carried him off to the town of Ringkjöbing, where his imprisonment was just as hard. Those times were not like ours.
He is well paid that is well satisfied. Yet if you must reward me for such a little service, do you swear to do what you can to get me the love of my lady, and that will suffice." Yolande, without any particular enthusiasm, consented to attempt this: and indeed Yolande, at Jurgen's request, made oath upon the Four Evangelists that she would do everything within her power to aid him.
Columns of smoke rose into the still air; it was a heath-fire, he was told, that shone so splendidly in the dark evening. Now came the fourth day, and the funeral festivities were to conclude, and they were to go back from the land-dunes to the sand-dunes. "Ours are the best," said the old fisherman, Jürgen's foster-father; "these have no strength."
Then columns of smoke rose into the still air; it was a heath fire, they told him how brightly it blazed in the dark evening! The fourth day came, and the funeral festivities were at an end; they were to go back from the land-dunes to the sand-dunes. "Ours are better," said the old fisherman, Jurgen's foster-father; "these have no strength."
And Jurgen's eyes were furtive, and he passed his tongue across his upper lip from one corner to the other, and his hand went out toward the robe of violet-colored wool which covered the sleeping girl, for he stood ready to awaken Dorothy la Desiree in the way he often awoke Chloris. But a queer thought held him.
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