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Updated: June 26, 2025
I couldn't ask her just then how she liked it here, seeing the house was full of visitors; but when I had gone a ways into the grove she came running after me. "'Kaisa! she called, 'have you been up at Bergskog lately? "'I was there day before yesterday, I replied. "'Gracious me! were you there day before yesterday?
The coats of mail and greaves of the Knights of Malta, and the armor from the Tower exhibited at the Eglinton tournament, may be considered decisive as to the greater size attained by modern civilized men. At Maila we spent a Sunday with Kaisa, the head man of a village of Mashona, who had fled from the iron sway of Mosilikatse, whose country lies east of this.
Mother Martha suddenly interrupted the old woman: "I say, Kaisa, do you think things can ever be right again between Ingmar and Brita?" "What?" gasped the old woman in astonishment. "I mean, if by chance she were not going to America, do you suppose she would have him?" "Well, I should say not!" "Then you are quite sure she would give him no for an answer." "Of course she would."
"The last time I saw Brita," Kaisa vent on, "was in the middle of the winter after a big snowfall. I had come to a narrow path in the wild forest, where it was heavy walking. Soon I came upon some one who was sitting in the snow, resting. It was Brita. 'Are you all by yourself up here? I asked. 'Yes, I'm out for a walk. she said.
"Why, of course she did; and while we sat waiting for you to appear, she sent out one messenger after the other to look for you." Kaisa kept up a steady stream of talk, but Ingmar no longer heard what she said. His thoughts were far away. "I come into the living-room, where father sits with all the old Ingmars. 'Good-day to you, Big Ingmar Ingmarsson, says father, rising and coming toward me.
But if to the existing number of your suntoshums the jewels that hang on the Mem Sahib's bosom a man-child is added, ah, then there is merry-making in the verandas, and happy salaaming on the stairs; and in the fulness of his Hindoo Sary-Gampness, which counts the Sahib blessed that hath "his quiver full of sich," he says, Ap-ki kullejee kaisa burri ho-jaga!
Kaisa, a big black-and-white bitch, had taken a three-months-old pup when no one was looking, and made a meal off it. When we arrived we saw the tip of its tail disappearing, so there was not much to be done. Now, it fortunately happened that one of the dog-tents became vacant, as Prestrud's team was divided among the other tents; as "forerunner," he had no use for dogs.
"Speak right out, Kaisa, for when I question you, you don't have to beat about the bush. I guess I'm able to bear anything you may have to tell me." "I must say that every time I was at Bergskog Brit always looked as if she'd been crying.
He did not know whether it had sprung open or whether some one had opened it. Too sleepy to get up, he settled back in bed. And then he heard talking in the outer room. "Now tell me, Kaisa, what makes you think that Brita doesn't care for Ingmar." "From the very start folks have been saying that her parents made her take him," returned the old woman, evasively.
Never had he felt so keenly his utter defeat, and he was determined to put himself right. "I'd be a hell of a man if I couldn't make Brita happy here!" he said. He dealt the bedpost a last blow before getting up to go back to his work. "As sure as you're born it was Big Ingmar that sent old Kaisa here, in order to make me tale that trip to the city."
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