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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Yes, to some extent. In prison, in my great need, I left the fulfilment of the time of prosperity to you others. All the same, a great change has taken place." "And you're pleased with it?" "Everything has become dearer," said Pelle slowly, "and unemployment seems on the way to become permanent." Morten nodded. "That's the answer capital gives," he said.
She was not able to tell him how to get back his natural form, but she had given him a little hope and assurance, which inspired the boy to think out a way to prevent the big white gander from going home. "Do you know, Morten Goosey-Gander, that it will be rather monotonous for us to stay at home all winter after having been on a trip like this," he said, as they were flying far up in the air.
The first thing the boy did when he landed was to tear off his cap and wave it, so that the big white gander should see where he was. "Here am I, where are you? Here am I, where are you?" he called, and was rather surprised that Morten Goosey-Gander was not already at his side. But the big white gander was not to be seen, nor was the wild goose flock outlined against the sky.
He went on chattering, as he was fond of doing, and he mentioned that he had bought a house and some ground, and was going to be married. Niels thereupon asked him where was the money which was to pay it, and Morten struck his pocket pompously, exclaiming in a vaunting manner, "Here, where it should be!"
To-day the boy took advantage of the rest hour, when Akka was feeding apart from the other wild geese, to ask her if that which Bataki had related was true, and Akka could not deny it. The boy made the leader-goose promise that she would not divulge the secret to Morten Goosey-Gander.
"Ellen's waiting with the dinner." The three men walked together up the bare stubblefield toward the house. "The best of the summer's over now," said Brun, looking about with a sigh. "The wheel has turned on one more cog!" "Death isn't the worst thing that can happen to one," answered Morten, who was still in a morbid mood.
So youth, even at the beginning, was further ahead than age had been where it left off. The movements of the mind had an obscure and mystical effect upon him, as had the movement of his blood in childhood; sometimes he felt a mysterious shudder run through him, and he began to understand what Morten had meant when he said that humanity was sacred.
He believes in nothing in the whole world. Things are in a bad way with him. It would do him good if he could talk with you." "But I'm no prophet you are that rather than I," said Morten ironically. "But you might perhaps say something of use to him. No, I'm only a trades unionist, and that's no good."
Morten wished that Garman and Worse should at once use their strength, and crush their tiny rival before he had had time to become dangerous, but Consul Garman would not hear of it. He seemed to have an extraordinary liking for Worse, and even went out of his way to help him, and latterly "the rival" had become a constant Sunday guest at Sandsgaard.
His great satisfaction in being with, for instance, Morten, was that in perfect unanimity they talked until they came to a stopping- place, and if they were then silent their thoughts ran on parallel lines and were side by side when they emerged once more.
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