Part 12 (1/2)
La.s.se rubbed his thigh reflectively.
”It has to be,” he answered hesitatingly. ”Yes, and then it's the time when the year turns round and goes upward, you see! And of course it's the night when the Child Jesus was born, too!” It took him a long time to produce this last reason, but when it did come it was with perfect a.s.surance. ”Taking one thing with another, you see,” he added, after a short pause.
On the day after Christmas Day there was a kind of subscription merrymaking at an enterprising crofter's down in the village; it was to cost two and a half krones a couple for music, sandwiches, and spirits in the middle of the night, and coffee toward morning. Gustav and Bodil were going. Pelle at any rate saw a little of Christmas as it pa.s.sed, and was as interested in it as if it concerned himself; and he gave La.s.se no rest from his questions that day. So Bodil was still faithful to Gustav, after all!
When they got up the next morning, they found Gustav lying on the ground by the cow-stable door, quite helpless, and his good clothes in a sad state. Bodil was not with him. ”Then she's deceived him,” said La.s.se, as they helped him in. ”Poor boy! Only seventeen, and a wounded heart already! The women'll be his ruin one of these days, you'll see!”
At midday, when the farm-laborers' wives came to do the milking, La.s.so's supposition was confirmed: Bodil had attached herself to a tailor's apprentice from the village, and had left with him in the middle of the night. They laughed pityingly at Gustav, and for some time after he had to put up with their gibes at his ill-success; but there was only one opinion about Bodil. She was at liberty to come and go with whomsoever she liked, but as long as Gustav was paying for her amus.e.m.e.nts, she ought to have kept to him. Who but the neighbor would keep the hens that ate their grain at home and laid their eggs at the neighbor's?
There had as yet been no opportunity to visit La.s.se's brother beyond the stone-quarry, but it was to be done on the second day of the new year.
Between Christmas and the New Year the men did nothing after dark, and it was the custom everywhere to help the herdsman with his evening occupations. There was nothing of that here; La.s.se was too old to a.s.sert himself, and Pelle too little. They might think themselves lucky they did not have to do the foddering for the men who went out as well as their own.
But to-day it was to come off; Gustav and Long Ole had undertaken to do the evening work. Pelle began to look forward to it as soon as he was up--he was up every day by half-past three. But as La.s.se used to say, if you sing before breakfast you'll weep before night.
After dinner, Gustav and Ole were standing grinding chopping knives down in the lower yard. The trough leaked, and Pelle had to pour water on the grindstone out of an old kettle. His happiness could be seen on his face.
”What are you so pleased about?” asked Gustav. ”Your eyes are s.h.i.+ning like the cat's in the dark.”
Pelle told him.
”I'm afraid you won't get away!” said Ole, winking at Gustav. ”We shan't get the chaff cut time enough to do the foddering. This grindstone's so confoundedly hard to turn, too. If only that handle-turner hadn't been broken!”
Pelle p.r.i.c.ked up his ears. ”Handle-turner? What's that?” he asked.
Gustav sprang round the grindstone, and slapped his thigh in enjoyment of the joke.
”My goodness, how stupid you are! Don't you even know what a handle-turner is? It's a thing you only need to put on to the grindstone, and it turns it by itself. They've got one by-the-way over at Kaase Farm,” he said, turning to Ole; ”if only it wasn't so far away.”
”Is it heavy?” asked Pelle, in a low voice; everything depended upon the answer. ”Can I lift it?” His voice trembled.
”Oh, no, not so awfully heavy. You could carry it quite well. But you'd have to be very careful.”
”I can run over and fetch it; I'll carry it very carefully.” Pelle looked at them with a face that could not but inspire confidence.
”Very well; but take a sack with you to put it in. And you'll have to be as careful as the very devil, for it's an expensive thing.”
Pelle found a sack and ran off across the fields. He was as delighted as a young kid, plucking at himself and everything as he ran, and jumping aside to frighten the crows. He was overflowing with happiness. He was saving the expedition for himself and Father La.s.se. Gustav and Ole were good men! He would get back as quickly as possible, so that they should not have to toil any more at the grindstone. ”What, are you back already?” they would say, and open their eyes. ”Then you must have smashed that precious machine on the way!” And they would take it carefully out of the sack, and it would be quite safe and sound. ”Well, you are a wonder of a boy! a perfect prince!” they would say.
When he got to Kaase Farm, they wanted him to go in to a Christmas meal while they were putting the machine into the sack; but Pelle said ”No”
and held to it: he had not time. So they gave him a piece of cold apple out on the steps, so that he should not carry Christmas away. They all looked so pleasant, and every one came out when he hoisted the sack on his back and set off home. They too recommended him to be very careful, and seemed anxious, as if he could hardly realize what he was carrying.
It was a good mile between the farms, but it was an hour and a half before Pelle reached home, and then he was ready to drop. He dared not put down the sack to rest, but stumbled on step by step, only resting once by leaning against a stone fence. When at last he staggered into the yard, every one came up to see the neighbor's new handle-turner; and Pelle was conscious of his own importance when Ole carefully lifted the sack from his back. He leaned for a moment over toward the wall before he regained his balance; the ground was so strange to tread upon now he was rid of his burden; it pushed him away. But his face was radiant.
Gustav opened the sack, which was securely closed, and shook out its contents upon the stone pavement. They were pieces of brick, a couple of old ploughshares, and other similar things. Pelle stared in bewilderment and fear at the rubbish, looking as if he had just dropped from another planet; but when laughter broke out on all sides, he understood what it all meant, and, crouching down, hid his face in his hands. He would not cry--not for the world; they should not have that satisfaction. He was sobbing in his heart, but he kept his lips tightly closed. His body tingled with rage. The beasts! The wicked devils! Suddenly he kicked Gustav on the leg.
”Aha, so he kicks, does he?” exclaimed Gustav, lifting him up into the air. ”Do you want to see a little imp from Smaaland?” Pelle covered his face with his arms and kicked to be let down; and he also made an attempt to bite. ”Eh, and he bites, too, the little devil!” Gustav had to hold him firmly so as to manage him. He held him by the collar, pressing his knuckles against the boy's throat and making him gasp, while he spoke with derisive gentleness. ”A clever youngster, this! He's scarcely out of long clothes, and wants to fight already!” Gustav went on tormenting him; it looked as if he were making a display of his superior strength.
”Well, now we've seen that you're the strongest,” said the head man at last, ”so let him go!” and when Gustav did not respond immediately, he received a blow from a clenched fist between his shoulder-blades. Then the boy was released, and went over to the stable to La.s.se, who had seen the whole thing, but had not dared to approach. He could do nothing, and his presence would only have done harm.
”Yes, and then there's our outing, laddie,” he explained, by way of excuse, while he was comforting the boy. ”I could very well thrash a puppy like Gustav, but if I did we shouldn't get away this evening, for he wouldn't do our work. And none of the others, either, for they all stick together like burrs. But you can do it yourself! I verily believe you'd kick the devil himself, right on his club-foot! Well, well, it was well done; but you must be careful not to waste your powder and shot. It doesn't pay!”