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They stroll about the place, and the engineer mentions that he himself will be going across to Sweden in a few days' time. "But you'll be coming back again?" says Aronsen. Why, of course. Knew of no reason why the Government or the police should try to keep him. Isak managed to lead round to the portable forge once more and stopped, looking at it again.
The caravan has stopped at the quay, and Fredrik Ström, cheerful as ever, is poking fun at Aronsen: "I'm clean out of tobacco; got any tobacco, what?" "I'll give you tobacco," said Aronsen threateningly. Fredrik laughs, and says comfortingly: "Nay, you've no call to take it all heavy-like and sad, Aronsen.
Says Sivert: "Did Aronsen say anything about a man named Geissler?" "Ay. Said something about he'd be wanting to sell some land he'd got.
When he got to Sellanraa, he wanted Isak to go with him, but Isak had never yet set foot on the mine since they had started; he was more at home on the hillside below. Inger had to put in a word. "You might as well go with Aronsen, when he asks you," she said. And maybe Inger was not sorry to have him go; 'twas Sunday, and like as not she wanted to be rid of him for an hour or so.
Even Aronsen came back again, Aronsen the trader, who had set his mind on buying back Storborg from Eleseus. "No," said Eleseus. "It's not for sale." "You'll sell, I suppose, if you're offered enough?" "No." No, Eleseus was not going to sell Storborg.
"We're not doing that," says Andresen, and packs up the coffee-pot. Aronsen stares at the three of them in turn. "You're mad, then," says he. Look you, Andresen he cares little now for what his master that was can say; he's master himself now, leader of an expedition equipped at his own expense for a journey to distant parts; 'twould lose him his prestige to turn back now where he is.
Think I'm going to stay fooling about here in your bogs and never so much as making the price of a pipe?" cried Aron indignantly. "Find me a buyer and I'll sell out." "Sell out?" says Axel. "The land's good ordinary land if she's handled as should be and what you've got's enough to keep a man." "Haven't I just said I'll not touch it?" cried Aronsen again in the gale. "I can do better than that!"
Eleseus was constrained to show off a bit, and looked over things with a knowing air. "I've no use for that sort of truck," said he. "Why, then, you've no call to buy it," said Aronsen. "Anyhow, I'll offer you fifteen hundred Kroner for the place as it stands, with goods, live stock, and the rest," said Eleseus. Oh, he was careless, enough; his offer was but a show, for something to say.
A young man, newly married, a light-hearted fellow who could make a jest, but none the worse for that; Sivert and he are something alike. Now Fredrik had looked in at Storborg on his way up that morning, Aronsen of Storborg being his nearest neighbour, and he is full of all the trader has been telling him. It began this way; Fredrik wanted a roll of tobacco.
Just when everything was going on finely, and Aronsen had got a flagstaff and a flag, and had bought a fine white bearskin for a rug to have in the sledge for the winter, and fine clothes for all the family ... Little matters these, but there were greater things happening as well.
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