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The Visionary: Pictures From Nordland

Chapter 6 AT THE CLERK'S

Word Count: 1265    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

to start for Tronden?s in a vessel

sanna before I started, there came a message from the clerk to say that I must be sure t

been at the clerk's. Without saying a word, she sat

n his concern-for an explanation, she at length lifted up a tear-stained f

, dear S

, and he loves me, and we are engaged; but no one m

the stunned and bewildered clerk, who in his heart was already wo

two years of separation as trial years, and therefore, during that time, we ought not to write to one another. Only, he had to promise in return that we should

did not seem to disturb his reflections, although a little nod when I entered showed me that at any rate I was noticed. He swung his violin slowly backwards and forwards before his knees, with a gentle twang of the strings at each swing,

, and to my surprise Susanna came in. She came qui

everything; he has given us

nts, because Susanna begged so hard for it, and also that you may

ing our engagement to our parents was excusable, as they would scarcely even look at the matter as really serious, and we might feel hurt. He did not intend to be a receiver of secret love-letters, as Susanna had asked him, and

old clerk good-natu

and that that was the reason why he had never married, and had become so strange. Then in eager haste she drew out of her pocket-she still wore her old, short, blue-checked,

just that black one on the temple, that she had long had her eye upon, she said, and which she meant to keep in her confirmation locket. When I ask

, that when I became a student, I should give her a gold engagement ring with the inscription "David and Susanna" on one half of the inside,

f, "you are not lis

d that was, whether I dared give her a farewell kiss

t soon come to an end, and, to my disappointment, Susanna hastened to hide the presents, which I still held in my hand, i

ht that we were to part now struck her for the first time. She made a quick movement-she evident

ted it to her lips without sa

the old clerk too. He walked up and down, gently twanging his v

was twenty. It touched me deeply, because I felt as if it were written about

ed, and then-after a short pause as of sad recollection-"

chief was waved from the drawing-room window in the pars

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The Visionary: Pictures From Nordland
The Visionary: Pictures From Nordland
“Jonas Lie is sufficiently famous to need but a very few words of introduction. Ever since 1870, when he made his reputation by his first novel, "Den Fremsynte," he has been a prime favourite with the Scandinavian public, and of late years his principal romances have gone the round of Europe. He has written novels of all kinds, but he excels when he describes the wild seas of Northern Norway, and the stern and hardy race of sail-ors and fishers who seek their fortunes, and so often find their graves, on those dangerous waters. Such tales, for instance, as "Tremasteren Fremtid," "Lodsen og hans Hustru," "Gaa Paa!" and "Den Fremsynte" are unique of their kind, and give far truer pictures of Norwegian life and character in the rough than anything that can be found elsewhere in the literature. Indeed, Lie's skippers and mates are as superior to Kjelland's, for instance, as the peasants of Jens Tvedt (a writer, by the way, still unknown beyond his native land) are superior to the much-vaunted peasants of Björnstjerne Björnson.But it is when Lie tells us some of the wild legends of his native province, Nordland, some of the grim tales on which he himself was brought up, so to speak, that he is perhaps most vivid and enthralling. The folk-lore of those lonely sub-arctic tracts is in keeping with the savagery of nature. We rarely, if ever, hear of friendly elves or companionable gnomes there. The supernatural beings that haunt those shores and seas are, for the most part, malignant and malefic. They seem to hate man. They love to mock his toils, and sport with his despair. In his very first romance, "Den Fremsynte," Lie relates two of these weird tales (Nos. 1 and 3 of the present selection). Another tale, in which many of the superstitious beliefs and wild imaginings of the Nordland fishermen are skilfully grouped together to form the background of a charming love-story, entitled "Finn Blood," I have borrowed from the volume of "Fortællinger og Skildringer," published in 1872. The re-maining eight stories are selected from the book "Trold," which was the event of the Christmas publishing season at Christiania in 1891. Last Christmas a second series of "Trold" came out, but it is distinctly inferior to the former one.TALES:THE FISHERMAN AND THE DRAUGJACK OF SJOHOLM AND THE GAN-FINNTUG OF WAR."THE EARTH DRAWS"THE CORMORANTS OF ANDVAERISAAC AND THE PARSON OF BRONOTHE WIND-GNOMETHE HULDREFISHFINN BLOODTHE HOMESTEAD WESTWARD IN THE BLUE MOUNTAINS"IT'S ME."”
1 Chapter 1 HOME2 Chapter 2 ON THE SHORE3 Chapter 3 THE SERVANTS' HALL4 Chapter 4 AMONG THE V TTE ROCKS5 Chapter 5 CONFIRMATION6 Chapter 6 AT THE CLERK'S7 Chapter 7 TRONDEN S8 Chapter 8 AT HOME9 Chapter 9 THE CHRISTMAS VISIT10 Chapter 10 THE STORM11 Chapter 11 CONCLUSION