Part 60 (1/2)

”Huh! 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!”

Axel thought if that was so, 'twould be easy to find a buyer; but Aronsen laughed scornfully at the idea--there was n.o.body there in the wilds had money to buy him out.

”Not here in the wilds, maybe, but elsewhere.”

”Here's naught but filth and poverty,” said Aron bitterly.

”Why, that's as it may be,” said Axel in some offence. ”But Isak up at Sellanraa he could buy you out any day.”

”Don't believe it,” said Aronsen.

”'Tis all one to me what you believe,” said Axel, and turned to go.

Aronsen called after him: ”Hi, wait a bit! What's that you say--Isak might take the place, was that what you said?”

”Ay,” said Axel, ”if 'twas only the money. He's means enough to buy up five of your s...o...b..rg and all!”

Aronsen had gone round keeping wide of Sellanraa on his way up, taking care not to be seen; but, going back, he called in and had a talk with Isak. But Isak only shook his head and said nay, 'twas a matter he'd never thought of, and didn't care to.

But when Eleseus came back home that Christmas, Isak was easier to deal with. True, he maintained that it was a mad idea to think of buying s...o...b..rg, 'twas nothing had ever been in his mind; still, if Eleseus thought he could do anything with the place, why, they might think it over.

Eleseus himself was midways between, as it were; not exactly eager for it, yet not altogether indifferent. If he did settle down here at home, then his career in one way was at an end. 'Twas not like being in a town. That autumn, when a lot of people from his parts had been up for cross-examination in a certain place, he had taken care not to show himself; he had no desire to meet any that knew him from that quarter; they belonged to another world. And was he now to go back to that same world himself?

His mother was all for buying the place; Sivert, too, said it would be best. They stuck to Eleseus both of them, and one day the three drove down to s...o...b..rg to see the wonder with their own eyes.

But once there was a prospect of selling, Aronsen became a different man; he wasn't pressed to get rid of it, not at all. If he did go away, the place could stand as it was; 'twas a first-rate holding, a ”cash down” place, there'd be no difficulty in selling it any time.

”You'd not give my price,” said Aronsen.

They went over the house and stores, the warehouse and sheds, inspected the miserable remains of the stock, consisting of a few mouth-organs, watch-chains, boxes of coloured papers, lamps with hanging ornaments, all utterly unsaleable to sensible folks that lived on their land. There were a few cases of nails and some cotton print, and that was all.

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.

And they drove back home. No, there was no deal; Eleseus had made a ridiculous offer, that Aronsen regarded as an insult. ”I don't think much of you, young man,” said Aronsen; ay, calling him young man, considering him but a slip of a lad that had grown conceited in the town, and thought to teach him, Aronsen, the value of goods.

”I'll not be called 'young man' by you, if you please,” said Eleseus, offended in his turn. They must be mortal enemies after that.

But how could it be that Aronsen had all along been so independent and so sure of not being forced to sell? There was a reason for it: Aronsen had a little hope at the back of his mind, after all.

A meeting had been held in the village to consider the position which had arisen owing to Geissler's refusal to sell his part of the mining tract. 'Twas not only the outlying settlers who stood to lose by this, it would be fatal to the whole district.

Why could not folk go on living as well or as poorly now as before there had been any mine at all? Well, they could not, and that was all about it. They had grown accustomed to better food, finer bread, store-bought clothes and higher wages, general extravagance--ay, folk had learned to reckon with money more, that was the matter. And now the money was gone again, had slipped away like a shoal of herring out to sea--'twas dire distress for them all, and what was to be done?

There was no doubt about it: ex-Lensmand Geissler was taking his revenge upon the village because they had helped his superior to get him dismissed; equally clear was it that they had underestimated him at the time. He had not simply disappeared and left. By the simplest means, merely by demanding an unreasonable price for a mine, he had succeeded in checking the entire development of the district. Ay, a strong man! Axel Strom from Maaneland could bear them out in this; he was the one who had last met Geissler. Brede's girl Barbro had had a lawsuit in the town, and come home acquitted; but Geissler, he had been there in court all the time. And if any one suggested that Geissler was dejected, and a broken man, why, he had only to look at the costly machines that same Geissler had sent up as a present to Axel Strom.