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Updated: June 18, 2025
Well, he might take that one the company would never trouble about a little thing like that the company would make him a present of a portable forge! An hour after, Aronsen and Isak were on their way down again. Aronsen something calmer in mind there was hope after all. Isak trundles down the hillside with his precious forge on his back. Ay, a barge of a man, he could bear a load!
"I'll give you a roll of tobacco when I have one," said Aronsen. "What, you've no tobacco in the place?" "No, nor won't order any. There's nobody to buy it. What d'you think I make out of one roll of tobacco?" Ay, Aronsen had been in a nasty humour that morning, sure enough; felt he had been cheated somehow by that Swedish mining concern.
Here had he set up a store out in the wilds, and then they go and shut down the work altogether! Fredrik smiles slyly at Aronsen, and makes fun of him now. "He's not so much as touched that land of his," says he, "and hasn't even feed for his beasts, but must go and buy it. Asked me if I'd any hay to sell. No, I'd no hay to sell. 'Ho, d'you mean you don't want to make money? said Aronsen.
Most of the tools and implements are housed under cover, but poles and planks, broken carts and cases and barrels, lie all about in disorder; here and there a notice on a door declares "No admittance." "There you are," cries Aronsen. "What did I say? Not a soul in the place."
The village folk were still well supplied with money after the downfall of the mine, and were excellently in form in the way of spending; those stuffed birds on springs were the very thing they wanted; they set them up on chests of drawers in their parlours, and also bought nice paper-knives, the very thing for cutting the leaves of an almanac. Aronsen was furious.
So it was, then, that Aronsen cherished a flicker of hope, and thought he could afford to stand on his dignity with any who offered to buy up Storborg. But it was not to last. A week later the deputation returned home with a flat refusal.
And Aronsen was wild about it, he was 'fellow that used to be Lensmand and got turned out, he said, and 'like as not without so much as a five Krone in his books, and ought to be shot! 'Ay, but wait a bit, says I, 'and maybe he'll sell after all. 'Nay, says Aronsen, 'don't you believe it.
When Andresen came down from the mine, he found Isak at Sellanraa, and they asked him in, gave him dinner and a cup of coffee. All the folk on the place were in there together now, and took part in the conversation. Andresen explained that his master, Aronsen, had sent him up to see how things were at the mines, if there was any sign of beginning work there again soon.
The last thing they heard from outside was Fredrik trying to sell Aronsen a lot of rocking-horses. Then the caravan went home again three young men full of life and health. They marched and sang, slept a few hours in the open, and went on again. When they got back to Sellanraa on the Monday, Isak had begun sowing.
But Aronsen had a garden, with a fence all round, and currant bushes and asters and rowans and planted trees ay, a real garden. There was a broad path down it, where Aronsen could walk o' Sundays and smoke his pipe, and in the background was the verandah of the house, with panes of coloured glass, orange and red and blue.
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