Part 15 (1/2)

Chapter VIII

Time flies? Ay, when a man is growing old. Isak was not old, he had not lost his vigour; the years seemed long to him. He worked on his land, and let his iron beard grow as it would.

Now and again the monotony of the wilderness was broken by the sight of a pa.s.sing Lapp, or by something happening to one of the animals on the place, then all would be as before. Once there came a number of men at once; they rested at Sellanraa, and had some food and a dish of milk; they asked Isak and Oline about the path across the hills; they were marking out the telegraph line, they said. And once came Geissler--Geissler himself, and no other. There he came, free and easy as ever, walking up from the village, two men with him, carrying mining tools, pick and spade.

Oh, that Geissler! Unchanged, the same as ever; meeting and greeting as if nothing had happened, talked to the children, went into the house and came out again, looked over the ground, opened the doors of cowshed and hayloft and looked in. ”Excellent!” said he. ”Isak, have you still got those bits of stone?”

”Bits of stone?” said Isak, wondering.

”Little heavy lumps of stone I saw the boy playing with when I was here once before.”

The stones were out in the larder, serving as weights for so many mouse-traps; Isak brought them in. Geissler and the two men examined them, talking together, tapped them here and there, weighed them in the hand. ”Copper,” they said.

”Could you go up with us and show where you found them?” asked Geissler.

They all went up together; it was not far to the place where Isak had found the stones, but they stayed up in the hills for a couple of days, looking for veins of metal, and firing charges here and there.

They came down to Sellanraa with two bags filled with heavy lumps of stone.

Isak had meanwhile had a talk with Geissler, and told him everything as to his own position: about the purchase of the land, which had come to a hundred _Daler_ instead of fifty.

”That's a trifle,” said Geissler easily. ”You've thousands, like as not, on your part of the hills.”

”Ho!” said Isak.

”But you'd better get those t.i.tle-deeds entered in the register as soon as ever you can.”

”Ay.”

”Then the State can't come any nonsense about it after, you understand.”

Isak understood. ”'Tis worst about Inger,” he said.

”Ay,” said Geissler, and remained thoughtful longer than was usual with him. ”Might get the case brought up again. Set out the whole thing properly; very likely get the sentence reduced a bit. Or we could put in an application for a pardon, and that would probably come to the same thing in the end.”

”Why, if as that could be done....”

”But it wouldn't do to try for a pardon at once. Have to wait a bit.

What was I going to say ... you've been taking things down to my wife--meat and cheese and things--what?”

”Why, as to that, Lensmand paid for all that before.”

”Did I, though?”

”And helped us kindly in many a way.”

”Not a bit of it,” said Geissler shortly. ”Here--take this.” And he took out some _Daler_ notes.

Geissler was not the man to take things for nothing, that was plain.