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Updated: June 1, 2025
The old man had ordered candles put on the table, which he had had spread with a white cloth. Wine and beer were offered, and Ole kept going round himself, lifting his feet even higher than usual; but the right foot always higher than the left. Before this little tale ends, it may be told that five weeks later Oyvind and Marit were united in the parish church.
Oyvind put on his snow-socks, a fur cap, his sailor's jacket and mittens, said farewell, and started off, with his axe on his shoulder. Snow fell slowly, in great, wet flakes; he toiled up over the coasting hill, in order to turn into the forest on the left. Never before, winter or summer, had he climbed this hill without recalling something that made him happy, or to which he was looking forward.
"I will do no such thing," thought Oyvind; and gazed defiantly up the hills. Nor did he wait long before an old man appeared on the hill-top, paused to rest, walked on a little, rested again. Both Thore and his wife stopped to look. Thore soon smiled, however; his wife, on the other hand, changed color. "Do you know him?" "Yes, it is not very easy to make a mistake here."
He paused and listened. "Oyvind," was repeated once more, a little louder. "It must be she," he thought. "Yes," he answered, also in a whisper; and hastily wiping his eyes he came forward. A woman stole softly across the gard. In other early translations, the words "yard" and "court-yard" are used here. "Gard" in this case is apparently a typo. "Are you there?" she asked.
Farewell, Marit Heidegards, I shall not look at you too much, as I did at that dance. May you both eat well, and sleep well, and get your new web finished, and above all, may you be able to shovel away the snow which lies in front of the church-door. Most respectfully, OYVIND THORESEN PLADSEN.
Once when he had been telling a long story about one of his companions and finally concluded, as there was a little pause, the father said, "I scarcely understand a word that you say, boy; you talk so very fast." They all laughed heartily, and Oyvind not the least. He knew very well this was true, but it was not possible for him to speak more slowly.
Occasionally they had such fits of laughter. "But this is inconvenient," said the father. Finally they were at a loss to know how this would end, for the old man must surely have reached the gard. "I will not go out," said the father; "I have no business with him." "Well, then, I will not go out either," replied Oyvind. "Hem, hem!" was heard just outside of the barn wall.
He spoke also with the parents, the result of the conference being that he came down one Sunday evening, late in the winter, and said, after he had sat a while, "Come now, Oyvind, let us go out; I want to have a talk with you." Oyvind put on his things and went with him.
"No;" he looked up full in the school-master's face, although his voice was choked. "My dear child, I will stand by you as long as I live." The school-master waited for Oyvind until the latter had gathered together his books, then said that he would accompany him home. They walked slowly along. At first Oyvind was silent and his struggle went on, but gradually he gained his self-control.
"The largest gard in the parish, and that by a great deal," interrupts the school-master. "The largest gard in the parish; that is just the misfortune; shoes that are too large fall off; it is a fine thing to have a good gun, but one should be able to lift it." Then turning quickly towards Oyvind, "Would you be willing to lend a hand to it?" "Do you mean for me to be gard overseer?"
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