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'I've just shot a stag, said Rasmus, highly pleased with himself. 'That's nothing, said Niels. 'I've often shot a sparrow, which is a much more difficult thing to do. It was now close on midnight, so Niels began his watch, and Rasmus went to sleep. It began to get colder, and Niels began to walk about a little to keep himself warm.
"Keep a sharp watch on this weather. If you see the wind haul to the north, put a compass in your tender, take your bearing from the yacht to this blind, in case it should shut in thick, and come after us in double-quick time. You understand?" "Yes sir." "If it looks bad, don't wait too long." "I'll watch it, sir," was the prompt response, as he stooped to start his wheel. "And Niels!"
His lower man was protected by a pair of long wide boots with spurs; and a pair of black unutterables, of the kind still worn by a few old peasants, even in our own days, completed the visible part of his attire. "Niels keeper!" cried the master.
"You have in reality lost nothing," said he, "except the miserable satisfaction of rendering a man and all his family unhappy." "Lost nothing!" exclaimed the huntsman, "you don't understand the matter. Lost nothing! The rascal has spoiled my good gun." "Load it, and put in another flint," said the traveller. "Pshaw!" answered Niels, "it will never more shoot hart or hare.
The two got so angry over the matter that each offered to fight the other there and then, but the third giant acted as peace-maker, and they again fell to their eating. While the quarrel was going on, Niels had loaded the gun again, and just as the second giant was about to put a nice tit-bit into his mouth, bang! went the gun again, and the fork flew into a dozen pieces.
It might be that the sea had made a demand upon the village no one would try to sneak out of his allotted share; but this was downright madness! With Niels Koller himself it must pass; his position was a peculiar one with the murder of a child almost on his conscience and his sweetheart in prison. He had his own account to settle with the Almighty; no one ought to dissuade him!
He is a defiant fellow, a worthy brother of him of Ingvorstrup. If it were I, he should have his wages and be turned off, the sooner the better. But the good rector is stubborn and insists that Niels shall serve out his time. The other day he gave the fellow a box on the ear, at which Niels cried out that he would make him pay for it.
"Watch your chance well," he had said, "we'll play the black coat a trick some day, and you will be no loser by it." Niels, who was rough and defiant by nature, soon came to a quarrel with his master, and when he had received his first chastisement, he ran at once to Ingvorstrup to report it. "Let him strike you just once again," said Morten. "Then come to me, and we will pay him for it."
Then came the quarrel in the garden, and Niels ran off to Ingvorstrup. He met his brother in the woods and told him what had occurred. "Did anyone see you on the way here?" asked Morten. Niels thought not. "Good," said Morten; "now we'll give him a fright that he will not forget for a week or so." He led Niels carefully to the house, and kept him hidden there the rest of the day.
He was a silvertip all right. Niels an' I began to shoot. An' thet bear began to hump himself. He was mad, too. His fur stood up like a ruffle on his neck. Niels got four shots an' I got three. Reckon one of us stung him a little. Lordy, how he run! An' his last jump off the slide was a header into the brush.
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