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Updated: June 16, 2025
He did not grudge people any pleasure they could derive from the facts of relationship. Poor people regarded him gratefully they said he had kind eyes; it was a shame that he should not be allowed to live. Jeppe was the oldest employer in the town, and among the shoemakers his workshop was the biggest.
In Malaga they storm a tavern, throw all the Spaniards out of the window, and sport with the girls until the whole town falls upon them and they have to fly to their boat. Jeppe cannot keep up with them, and the boat shoves off, so that he has to jump into the water and swim for it. Knives fall splashing about him in the water, and one sticks shivering in his shoulder-blades.
"Numbskull!" said Jeppe always, when the conversation touched upon Jacob; "for such a miserable louse suddenly to get a swollen head, to want to make big presents! And if it had been for his young woman even but for his wife! No, he paid the penalty to the very last day in spite of Andres." Yes, he certainly had to pay the penalty! Even here no one would sit next to him!
They drew up a petition which was signed by 35,000 adult male Uitlanders, a greater number than the total Boer male population of the country. A small liberal body in the Raad supported this memorial and endeavoured in vain to obtain some justice for the newcomers. Mr. Jeppe was the mouthpiece of this select band. 'They own half the soil, they pay at least three quarters of the taxes, said he.
At first he did remind them they had told him to do so but then Jeppe received a hint that his youngest apprentice must stop his attempts at swindling. Pelle could not understand it, but he conceived an increasing dislike of these people, who could resort to such a shameless trick in order to save a penny piece, which they would never have missed.
The young master smiled. "To the devil with them we'd all go down to the shore and shoot them: they should never land alive!" "They are just a miserable rabble, the lot of them," said Jeppe. "I should very much like to know whether there is a decent citizen among them." "Naturally, it's always the poor who complain of poverty," said Bjerregrav. "So the thing never comes to an end."
"Have you got bad eyes?" asked the old man derisively. "Will you have some eye-water?" "Father's eye-water no thanks! But this damned light one can't see one's hand before one's face!" "Open your mouth, then, and your teeth will shine!" Jeppe spat the words out. This lighting was always a source of strike between them.
Jeppe himself and Baker Jorgen, in tall hats, walked just behind the coffin. Otherwise only a few poor women and children followed, who had joined the procession out of curiosity. Coachman Due drove the hearse. He had now bought a pair of horses, and this was his first good job. Otherwise life flowed onward, sluggish and monotonous.
"Well, this evening there's a capital light," said Jeppe, if one of them looked to the lamp. "You mean there's no light at all!" retorted Master Andres, twisting the regulator.
"Here no one starves unless he wants to," said Jeppe. "We have a well-organized system of relief." "You're certainly becoming a Social Democrat, Jeppe," said Baker Jorgen; "you want to put everything on to the organized charities!" Wooden-leg Larsen laughed; that was a new interpretation. "Well, what do they really want? For they are not freemasons.
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