Part 7 (2/2)
There it was! Isak was terror-stricken and said not a word.
”You ought to have come to me at first, and bought the land,” said Geissler.
”Ay.”
The Lensmand talked of valuations, of boundaries, taxes, taxes to the State, and, when he had explained the matter a little, Isak began to see that there was something reasonable in it after all. The Lensmand turned to his companion teasingly. ”Now then, you call yourself a surveyor, what's the extent of cultivated ground here?” He did not wait for the other to reply, but noted down himself, at a guess. Then he asked Isak about the crops, how much hay, how many bushels of potatoes. And then about boundaries. They could not go round the place marking out waist-deep in snow; and in summer no one could get up there at all. What did Isak think himself about the extent of woodland and pasturage?--Isak had no idea at all; he had always thought of the place as being his own as far as he could see. The Lensmand said that the State required definite boundaries. ”And the greater the extent, the more you will have to pay.”
”Ay.”
”And they won't give you all you think you can swallow; they'll let you have what's reasonable for your needs.”
”Ay.”
Inger brought in some milk for the visitors; they drank it, and she brought in some more. The Lensmand a surly fellow? He stroked Eleseus'
hair, and looked at something the child was playing with. ”Playing with stones, what? Let me see. H'm, heavy. Looks like some kind of ore.”
”There's plenty such up in the hills,” said Isak.
The Lensmand came back to business. ”South and west from here's what you want most, I suppose? Shall we say a couple of furlongs to the southward?”
”Two furlongs!” exclaimed his a.s.sistant.
”_You_ couldn't till two hundred yards,” said his chief shortly.
”What will that cost?” asked Isak.
”Can't say. It all depends. But I'll put it as low as I can on my report; it's miles away from anywhere, and difficult to get at.”
”But two furlongs!” said the a.s.sistant again.
The Lensmand entered duly, two furlongs to the southward, and asked: ”What about the hills? How much do you want that way?”
”I'll need all up as far as the water. There's a big water up there,”
said Isak.
The Lensmand noted that. ”And how far north?”
”Why, it's no great matter that way. 'Tis but moorland most, and little timber.”
The Lensmand fixed the northward boundary at one furlong. ”East?”
”That's no great matter either. 'Tis bare field all from here into Sweden.”
The Lensmand noted down again. He made a rapid calculation, and said: ”It'll make a good-sized place, even at that. Anywhere near the village, of course, it'd be worth a lot of money; n.o.body could have bought it. I'll send in a report, and say a hundred _Daler_ would be fair. What do you think?” he asked his a.s.sistant.
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