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Updated: May 25, 2025
Swine, that you are Judases, who have sold a good cause for dirty money! How much did you get? Five and twenty kroner, eh? And out there they are loyally starving, so that all of us yes, you too can live a little more like human beings in the future!" "You hold your jaw!" said the big smith. "You've no wife and children you can easily talk!"
The stonemason had been quiet for a long time now; he had labored like a giant beast of burden, to all appearance extinguished, but toiling like an elephant, and quietly taking home a couple of kroner in the evening. It was almost painful to watch him, and a disappointed silence gathered about him. And now came a sudden explosion, thrilling everybody through!
"Your mate here said about a couple of hundred Kroner in all," answered the priest. Grindhusen had no idea of estimates at all, and could only say: "Well, well, two hundred Kroner's a deal of money, anyway." I said: "It will mean so much less in Aabot when you move." The priest looked at me in surprise. "Aabot? But I'm not thinking of leaving the place," he said.
And it is well that my days increase from now on it is well. Not much happens during the winter. Well, of course, Nikolai has got an overcoat for the first time in his life. He didn't really need it, he says, but he bought it because of the advertisement; and it was dear, twenty kroner, but he got it for eighteen! I am sure Nikolai is much happier about his overcoat than Flaten is about his.
Jeppe retorted contemptuously, "Who's going to lend a poor mate's widow three hundred kroner? He might as well throw it into the sea right away." But Baker Jorgen gave Bjerregrav a great smack on the back. "You've given her the money, it's you has done it; nobody else would he such a silly sheep!" he said threateningly. "You let me be!" stammered Bjerregrav. "I've done nothing to you!
One day Falkenberg declares he is all right again now. Going to save up and put aside a hundred Kroner this winter, out of tuning pianos and felling trees, and then make up again with Emma. I, too, he suggests, would be better advised to give over sighing for ladies of high degree, and go back to my own rank and station. Falkenberg was right.
Down on the quay stood a thick-set, jovial man, who looked familiarly at Pelle; he did not shout and bawl, but merely said quietly, "Good-day, countryman," and offered Pelle board and lodging for two kroner a day. It was good to find a countryman in all this bustle, and Pelle confidingly put himself in his hands. He was remarkably helpful; Pelle was by no means allowed to carry the green chest.
Eleseus was constrained to show off a bit, and looked over things with a knowing air. "I've no use for that sort of truck," said he. "Why, then, you've no call to buy it," said Aronsen. "Anyhow, I'll offer you fifteen hundred Kroner for the place as it stands, with goods, live stock, and the rest," said Eleseus. Oh, he was careless, enough; his offer was but a show, for something to say.
The Lensmand raises his hammer, a new bid is made, a whole hundred Kroner at once; no one bids higher, the Lensmand repeats the figure again and again, waits for a moment with his hammer raised, and then strikes. Whose bid? Axel Ström on behalf of another. The Lensmand notes it down: Axel Ström as agent. "Who's that you buying for?" asks Brede.
"Since you say you are willing to take forty thousand kroner for the farm, I'll buy it at that figure," he said. Halvor's face began to twitch, and a lump seemed to rise in his throat; he had to swallow before he could speak. "Thank you, judge," he finally stammered. "I'm glad that I can leave the farm in such good hands!"
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