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Updated: May 7, 2025
'That's certainly a good price! said Big Klaus; and running home in great haste, he took an axe, knocked all his four horses on the head, skinned them, and went into the town. 'Skins! skins! Who will buy skins? he cried through the streets. All the shoemakers and tanners came running to ask him what he wanted for them. 'A bushel of money for each, said Big Klaus.
Jacob took the whole blame on himself, and suffered punishment for all of us. Then "Jacob's Klaus" was closed, because our patrons gave up sending us out "for the night." Well, if you please, their dissatisfaction was not entirely groundless: they found themselves fooled by us, and cheated in a way.
Not to confound this person with the sour-faced man who sat glumpy, upon the bench taking snuff, the night before, let us call him Morgridge Klaus. Morgridge Klaus stole slily up stairs to Peter Mit's loft. He went up stairs because there was so much of the Morgridge about him; if there had been more of the Klaus he would undoubtedly have come down the chimney.
All that day we marched over extremely rough country, till at last darkness found us in a mountainous kloof, where we slept, surrounded by watch-fires because of the lions. Next morning at the first light we moved on again, and about ten o'clock waded through a stream to a little natural cave, where Klaus said he had left his master.
As soon as the report went around Rönne that they had come, Burgomaster Klaus Kam went to them openly. The governor had ridden to the house of the other burgomaster, Per Larssön, who was not in the plot. His horse was tied outside and he just sitting down to supper when Jens Kofoed and his band crowded into the room, and took him prisoner.
There was some printing underneath that explained the picture; as well as Peter could make out, this little boy like a great many others hung up his stocking before he went to bed on Christmas eve, and some time during the night, Santa Klaus, a queer old man, very fond of little folk, came down the chimney and filled the stocking with presents.
"Excuse me," he said suddenly, looking at his watch, "I'm afraid I must ask for the use of the telephone again. Pardon me, Fru Holm." And he rose and left the room. Klaus looked at the others and shook his head. "That man would simply expire if he couldn't send a telegram once an hour," he said with a laugh. Coffee was served out on the balcony, and the men sat and smoked.
Peter was just on the point of giving himself up for lost, expecting the next moment to be swallowed up by Two Eyes, when it was clear again, and Two Eyes was in his old place, and the stocking was hanging on its hook; only Santa Klaus had disappeared up the chimney. For you see, Kleiner Traum's kaleidoscope was quiet again. Now what did Peter see?
On that windy May-morning when Pelle tumbled out of the nest, it so happened that old Klaus Hermann was clattering into town with his manure-cart, in order to fetch a load of dung. And this trifling circumstance decided the boy's position in life. There was no more pother than this about the question: What was Pelle to be? He had never put that question to himself.
And this is just what happened; for when he got his measure back, three new silver five-shilling pieces were sticking to it. What does this mean? said Big Klaus, and he ran off at once to Little Klaus. 'Where did you get so much money from? 'Oh, that was from my horse-skin. I sold it yesterday evening.
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