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Updated: June 26, 2025
Moreover, the letter looked clumsy as I sent it, for I had got the paper from the Lensmand, and had to paste a whole strip of stamps along the envelope to cover where his name was printed on. I wondered what she would say when she got it. There was no name, nor any place given in the letter.
Later in the evening, Geissler took Isak aside and said: "Look here, shall we sell that copper mine?" Said Isak: "Why, as to that, 'twas so that Lensmand bought it of me once, and paid for it." "True," said Geissler. "I bought the ground. But then there was a provision that you were to have a percentage of receipts from working or sale; are you willing to dispose of your share?"
And suddenly he raises his voice and declares to all present: "Seeing as we've an auction holding anyhow, and I've troubled the Lensmand all this way, I'm willing to sell what I've got here on the place: the cart, live stock, a pitchfork, a grindstone. I've no use for the things now; we'll sell the lot!" Small bidding now.
Yes, the machine was hers all right; hadn't I taken her picture in exchange? Did it work all right? Yes, it worked all right. We did not talk much together; I wanted to get her away before the Lensmand came out and began asking questions. "Well, run along home now, child; you've a long way to go."
He stood poking his stick in the ground. "What made you come to me?" "Every one said go to the Lensmand if I wanted work." "Oh, did they? Well, I've always got a crowd here working at something or other those bricklayers, now. Can you put up a fence that's proof against fowls? For that's more than any soul on earth ever could, haha! "Worked for Captain Falkenberg, you said, at Ovrebo?" "Yes."
Isak had no idea at all; he had always thought of the place as being his own as far as he could see. The Lensmand said that the State required definite boundaries. "And the greater the extent, the more you will have to pay." "Ay." "And they won't give you all you think you can swallow; they'll let you have what's reasonable for your needs." "Ay."
"And Geissler, where'll he be now?" asks Isak. "Geissler? Never heard of him. Who's he?" "Lensmand Geissler, that sold you the place first of all." "Oh, him! Geissler was his name? Heaven knows where he is now. So you remember him too?" Blasting and working up in the hills, gangs of men at work all through the summer there was plenty doing about the place.
Axel said, "Yes"; he was glad it had come out all right in the end. The Lensmand himself put in a word, and said: "This is the second of these cases I've had while I've been here first with Inger from Sellanraa, and now this. No, it's no good trying to countenance that sort of thing justice must take its course."
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.
We had no special orders, but set to work as we thought best, felling dry-topped trees, and in the evening the Lensmand said it was right enough. But he would show us himself the next day. I soon realized that the work here would not last till Christmas.
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