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Updated: June 26, 2025
"It wasn't the Captain who invented it." "Oh, wasn't it?" "No it wasn't. But the saw was left with him." And I told the Lensmand all about it. He went in to fetch the paper, and we both read what it said: "New Invention.... Our Correspondent on the spot.... Of great importance to owners of timber lands.... Principle of the mechanism is as follows:..." "You don't mean to say it's your invention?"
The Lensmand was no tyrant, but shallow, and not overconscientious. He ignored his assistant, Brede Olsen, who by virtue of his office should be an expert in such affairs; the matter was settled out of hand, by guesswork. Yet for Isak and his wife it was a serious matter enough ay, and for who should come after them, maybe for generations.
And he threatens the caravan with disaster he will send for the Lensmand; anyway, he's going to follow them every step now, and if he can catch them at any unlawful trading 'tis penal servitude and slavery, no mistake! All at once somebody calls out for Sivert. The place is not altogether dead, after all, not utterly deserted; here is a man standing beckoning at the corner of a house.
The Lensmand was too violent all at once; it might well be that the Captain was not to blame in the matter at all, and that the newspaper man had made the mistake himself. I begged the Lensmand to let me write myself. "And agree to divide the proceeds with that rascal? Never! You leave the whole thing in my hands.
Here the presiding justice interposed, merely as a matter of form, observing that it was grave No. 2 which the Lensmand had found the grave in which Axel had buried the body after its removal from the first. "True, that is true. I stand corrected," said the advocate, with all proper respect for the president of the court. Perfectly true.
And then she said something which showed that she was reasoned after her fashion ho, was sharp enough, could see beyond the tip of her nose; could think, with the pitiful little brain of a savage. "If it gets found out I'll go and talk to the Lensmand; I've been in service with him. And Fru Heyerdahl, she'll put in a word for me, I know.
I showed him the notes I had. "Good. I'm an official, you see, and have to know my folk. Though I don't suppose you've anything on your conscience, seeing you come to the Lensmand, haha! Well, as I said, you can give yourself a rest today, and start cutting wood tomorrow." I set to work getting ready for the next day, looked to my clothes, filed the saw, and ground my ax.
But here, again the child was dead, and nothing could alter that; the place was far out in the wilds, many miles from either priest or Lensmand; natural enough, surely, to let it sleep the eternal sleep in a neat grave in the woods.
I had no wish to set out wandering anew before Christmas. Then one day I go to the post again, and there is a letter for me. I cannot understand that it is for me, and I stand turning and twisting it confusedly; but the man knows me now; he reads from the envelope again and says yes, it is my name right enough, and care of the Lensmand. Suddenly a thought strikes me, and I grasp the letter.
Isak felt himself in a mist of darkness and emptiness; heard only a word here and there of all the Lensmand said a pity such things should happen ... hoped it might be a lesson to her ... reform and be a better woman after, and not kill her children any more! Lensmand Heyerdahl had married the year before. His wife had no intention of ever being a mother no children for her, thank you!
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