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Updated: May 17, 2025
In the newspapers in Norway you may see among the advertisements, "A confirmed shop-boy wants a place." "Wanted a confirmed girl, who can cook;" which means that their having been confirmed proves that they are considered respectable, and not deficient in capacity or knowledge. A hundred years ago Nordland was included in the diocese of Tronyem.
"Whatever is said of this kind I ought to hear, that I may meet the delusion. I must have conversation with this poor woman, to prevent her very last breath being poisoned with superstition. You are a member of the Lutheran Church, Ulla?" With humble pleasure, Ulla told of the satisfaction which the Bishop of Tronyem, of seventy years ago, had expressed at her confirmation.
Indeed, I once knew it twelve, when they got me to stand up with little Henrica, the pretty little girl whose grave lies behind, just under the rock. But I suppose there is no question but there are finer doings at Tronyem." "Of course of course," said the young clergyman.
"But there are many youths in Tronyem that would be glad of so pretty a partner as M. Erlingsen has, if she would not look so frightened." "Pretty she is," said Peder. "As I remember her complexion, it looks as if it was made by the reflection of our snows in its own clearness.
The words dropped by him that day to the anxious mother awaiting the confirmation of her child, to the young person preparing for that important event, to the bereaved, to the penitent, to the thoughtless, and to those who wondered why God had given them so many rich blessings what the good bishop said to all these was so fit and so welcome, that not a word was forgotten through long years after, and he was quoted half a century after he had been in his grave, as old Ulla had quoted the good bishop of Tronyem of her day.
Once a year, too, Erlingsen wrapped himself in furs, and drove himself in his sledge, followed by one of his housemen on another and a larger, to the great winter fair at Tronyem, where the Lapps repaired to sell their frozen reindeer meat, their skins, a few articles of manufacture, and where travelling Russian merchants came with the productions of other climates, and found eager customers in the inhabitants who thronged to this fair to make their purchases.
The bishop's reputation preceded him, as is usual in such cases. "Where is he now?" "How far off is he?" "Why does he not come?" asked one and another of the expectant people, of those who first appeared before the seater. "He is at the tents, speaking to the Lapps." "Speaking to the Lapps! Impossible! What Lapp would ever dream of being spoken to by a bishop of Tronyem?"
The mother wished him to see and pronounce upon the charms she was employing for her child's benefit, and he himself chose to be satisfied whether any medical knowledge which he possessed could avail to restore the sick. Nothing was more certain than that the Bishop of Tronyem was in a Lapland tent.
As Madame Erlingsen hoped in her heart, he met a messenger despatched by her husband; so that all who had lain down to sleep, all but herself, that is, were greeted by good news as they appeared at the breakfast-table. The pirates were all taken, and on their way, bound, to Saltdalen, there to be examined by the magistrate, and, no doubt, thence transferred to the jail at Tronyem.
The Bishop of Tronyem over the ankles in the sodden, trodden pasture sticking in the mud of Sulitelma! The Bishop of Tronyem sleeping upon hay in the loft, and eating his dinner off a wooden platter! That would be the most wonderful sight that Norland ever saw." "Prepare, then, to see the Bishop of Tronyem drink his morning coffee out of a wooden bowl. Meantime, I must go and grind his coffee.
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