The Visionary: Pictures From Nordland

our seventeenth year, and it was settled

nister-as to whether our trading-place should be a permanent stopping-place for the Nordland steamer. This was a matter of vital

the sheriff had in view when he came that summer on a

t must have been for the purpose of manifesting this publicly that during the s

ich lay half a mile away. We were first to fish, and then to eat milk-rings [The thick sour cream off

s glided out of the bay, and a considerable number of spectators generally stood on shore to watch it. That day, fath

tably: they were college-friends. Susanna and I, together with the housemaid from Trondhjem, who was adorned for the occasion, had a place in the roomy bow. The minister's wife wanted to keep that part of the boat in which she had an

ed the eye to see over the mountain ranges, almost into eternity, while an a?rial reflection-an inverted mountain, with a house under it and a couple of spouting whal

and set about fishing; for first, without considering

most dipped in her own image in the water, to look through the transparent sea at the fish, which, at a depth of fifteen or twenty fathoms, glided in and out among the seaweed over the greenish-white bottom, and crowded round the lines with which the grown

in the water, with field-patches below it, and birch-clad slopes above and around it. The air, which had, later in the day, beco

l was full of fish, enough f

damask cloth she had placed several milk-rings. She had also made romme gr?d [Thick cream, either sweet or s

e horror of the minister's wife, he related how her husband, grey-haired and strict as he now was

he district, the minister would be able to defeat all the machinations of his intriguing neighbour-here he was stopped in his speech by a meaning lo

sheet. For my father's sake, I thought I must keep up appearances, but the food stuck in my t

ay's drowsiness became too overpowering, and the minister and the sheriff, who were both accustomed

ad allowed so offensive an opinion about my father to escape, t

oth sides, and among them there flowed over the flint stones a clear, twinkling little brook, in which glided a

ion. She thought they had behaved badly towards me, she said, and then, as though she could not

her face as she struggled to keep back her tears, that m

heart, with my cheek against hers, and begged her to love me, only a little, and I would love her w

both-that now we were engaged. Susanna was the first to give it expression, and said, as she looked at me out of the depths

t of doing before-Susanna hurried on by herself a litt

to do since I was a child, and told me that my father had started that morning for Troms?. He had been up to my ro

hetic words came from my father, s

heart, and he now wanted to try, as a last resort, to have the matter thoroughly aired in the n

ever, did not come to my