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Updated: May 28, 2025
But the heel she stamped down upon it with was much more like the hoof of a horse than the foot of a human being, thought Kjel. Then she carried the chest to the waggon that it might be smuggled on board without any one seeing it. After that she went into the stable and unloosed the horse. But then there was a pretty to do in the stable!
Then Kjel was like to have wept too.... That stout Toad should not grease herself shiny with mölje fat much longer in their house, or he'd know the reason why, thought Kjel. And from thenceforth Kjel kept a strict watch upon her. There were lots of things going on that he couldn't make out at all.
The horse knew that there was witchcraft afoot, and would not allow itself to be inspanned. Toad dragged and dragged, and the horse shied and kicked. At last the wench used her back-legs, just as a mare does. Such sport as that no human eye should have ever seen. And straight off to the general dealer rushed Kjel, and got him to come out with him.
And when they had the tackle and the shrouds all ready, and were hoisting away at the yards, he spun round on his heel and snapped his fingers "That lass Toad should go with him to Bergen," said he.... "She had never seen the town, poor thing! while as for mother, she had been there three times already." But it seemed to Kjel that he saw more in this than other people saw.
But Kjel, the herdsman, had hid himself out of the way up on the threshing-floor whilst the row was going on, and the general dealer was shrieking and bellowing his worst in the yard below. And he stood there and peeped through the little window. Then he saw his mistress, who hadn't been out of bed for nine weeks, hobble forward and stare out of her bedroom window.
But Kjel, who was a very light sleeper, was up and after her in an instant, and peeped at her through the crack in the door. There he saw her cutting up the victuals and putting one tit-bit aside after the other, lefser and sweet-cakes and bacon and collared-beef, into the large chest which she had hidden behind the herring barrels.
Blood flew from his nose, and Kjel had to help him into the kitchen and duck his head in the sink. That night the general dealer didn't go to bed at all; but he walked up and down and stamped till the floor regularly thundered. And it was scarcely light next morning when he sent off Kjel with a dollar in his fist to old Thore the foreman.
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