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Peder Tordenskjold is the Nelson of Denmark. This man, besides being a great Admiral, was a most genial character, and had a striking and original personality. Many true tales are told about this hero which the young Danish lads never tire of hearing. There is a favourite one which tells of the ingenious way by which he discovered the weak points in his enemy's stronghold.
But if religion is brought in to hurt the people's feelings and notions, that religion will be the thing to suffer." "I must judge for myself about such matters, of course," said M. Kollsen. He was meditating a change of place, to escape further lecturing about his duty, when Peder saved him the trouble of leaving his comfortable seat by rising and moving away towards the fire.
Peder gave a curious long cry, put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out a lump of salt. Presently, a pair of long horns appeared, then another, then a whole herd of the deer with big heads and horns growing a good deal forward. The salt was held to them, and a rope was fastened to all their horns that they might stand still in a line, while the little Lapp women milked them.
They were willing to do all they could to oblige: they would row twenty miles without resting, with pleasure; but they would not brave Nipen, nor any other demon, for any consideration. "How far off is it, Oddo?" asked Peder. "Two miles, grandfather. Can you and I manage it by ourselves, think you?" "Ay, surely, if we can land these friends of ours.
'When I was a lad I lived with horses, and could ride anything for twenty miles round. But that was not quite the truth, for he had never mounted a horse in his life. Still, the animal was quiet enough, so Peder got safely to market on its back. There he met a man who offered nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars for it, but Peder would take nothing less than a thousand.
We embarked in a crazy, leaky boat, Peder pulling vigorously and singing. "Peder," said I, "do you know the national song of Norway?" "I should think so," was his answer, stopping short in the midst of a wild fjeld-song, clearing his throat, and singing with a fervour and enthusiasm which rang wide over the lonely lake:
"'Tis the very place," said Peder, putting new strength into his old arm. Oddo rowed stoutly too for some way, and then he stopped to ask on what side the remains of a birch ladder used to hang down, as Peder had often told him. "On the north side; but there is no use in looking for that, my boy. That birch ladder must have rotted away with frost and wet long and long ago."
It is all as it should be, sir; and I pray that they may live to say at our age what Ulla and I can say at the same season of our lives." The pastor made no answer. He had not heard the last few words; for what Peder said of being underground had plunged him into a reverie about Peder's funeral sermon, which he should, of course, have to preach.
I shall hold up my head again now, as some may think I have done all along: but I did not in my own eyes, no, not in my own eyes, for all these weary days that are gone." "Well, they are gone now," said Rolf. "Let them go by and be forgotten." "Nay, not forgotten," said Peder. "How is my boy to learn if he forgets "
Peder went up to one of the women, and brought back a little cupful of milk for his visitor; it was all that one deer gave, but it was so rich as to be almost like drinking cream. He led her into one of the tents, but it was very smoky, and not much cleaner than the tent of the Esquimaux. It is a wonder how Lucy could go to sleep there, but she did, heartily wishing herself somewhere else.
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