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Updated: June 1, 2025
Immediately there was quiet in the school, until the pepper grinders again began to go; they read aloud, each from his book; the most delicate trebles piped up, the rougher voices drumming louder and louder in order to gain the ascendency, and here and there one chimed in, louder than the others. In all his life Oyvind had never had such fun. "Is it always so here?" he whispered to Marit.
Oyvind turned, took off his cap and tossed it into the air, caught it, and threw it up again. "Now I really think I am beginning to be happy," said the boy, and went singing homeward.
"Yes, I promise it, Oyvind." "How beautiful you are, Marit!" "So the fox said to the raven and got the cheese." "I mean to have the cheese, too, I can assure you." "You shall not have it." "But I will take it." She turned her head, but he did not take it. "I can tell you one thing, Oyvind, though." She looked up sideways as she spoke. "Well?" "How homely you have grown!"
The result of this was that they all tumbled together into the water, just at a place where it was quite deep, and there they parted, shame-faced. Thus ended this forest battle. Oyvind walked through the forest until he reached the parish road; but Marit met her grandfather up by the fence. This was the dog's fault. "Where do you come from?" "From the wood." "What were you doing there?"
The school-master sat down in front of him. "Are you not glad that you passed?" There was a quivering about the lips but no reply. "Your mother and father will be very glad," said the school-master, and looked at Oyvind. The boy struggled hard to gain power of utterance, finally he asked in low, broken tones, "Is it because I am a houseman's son that I only stand number nine or ten?"
The school-master tried to keep them in good spirits; the fact was now that the time had come they all shrank from the two long years of separation, for up to this time they had never been parted a single day; but none of them would acknowledge it. The later it grew the more dejected Oyvind became; he was forced to go out to recover his composure a little.
One fine day the goat leaped down and was off to the cliff; it went straight up and soon stood where it had never been before. Oyvind did not see the goat when he came out in the afternoon, and thought at once of the fox. He grew hot all over, and gazing about him, cried, "Killy-killy-killy-killy-goat!"
He started off to his work, and the son followed. But that evening Oyvind had his plan formed: he would endeavor to become agriculturist for the district, and ask the inspector and the school-master to aid him. "If she only remains firm, with God's help, I shall win her through my work." He waited in vain for Marit that evening, but as he walked about he sang his favorite song:
He held his cap in the same hand as his staff, and with his handkerchief was wiping the sweat from his bald head, at the same time pulling at the bushy tufts behind his ears and about his neck until they stuck out like spikes. Oyvind hung behind his father, so the latter was obliged to stand still, and in order to put an end to this he said with excessive gravity,
'Two small mice, Cream so thick and nice; Four small bits of fish Stole I from a dish; Well-filled am I and sleek, Am very languid and meek, Says the pussie." Then the cock came strutting up with all the hens. "What does the cock say?" asked Oyvind, clapping his hands. The mother sang,
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