Arne: A Sketch of Norwegian Country Life — John Shaqi
Arne: A Sketch of Norwegian Country LifeBjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
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Arne: A Sketch of Norwegian Country Life
Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
Norway -- Fiction; Norwegian fiction -- Translations into English
Arne felt uncomfortable at this party, however, for he fancied
everybody was staring at him: and once, as he was passing through the
passage, he believed he heard something said about him, the mere
thought of which made every drop of blood rush into his face.
He kept going about looking after the man who had said it, and at
last he took a seat next him.
When they were at dinner, the man said, "Well, now, I shall tell you
a story which proves nothing can be buried so deeply that it won't
one day be brought to light;" and Arne fancied he looked at him all
the time he was saying this. He was an ugly-looking man, with scanty
red hair, hanging about a wide, round forehead, small, deep-set eyes,
a little snub-nose, and a large mouth, with pale out-turned lips,
which showed both his gums when he laughed. His hands were resting on
the table; they were large and coarse, but the wrists were slender.
He had a fierce look; and he spoke quickly, but with difficulty. The
people called him "Bragger;" and Arne knew that in bygone days, Nils,
the tailor, had treated him badly.
"Yes," continued the man, "there is indeed, a great deal of sin in
the world; and it sits nearer to us than we think.... But never mind;
I'll tell you now of a foul deed. Those of you who are old will
remember Alf--Alf, the pedlar. 'I'll call again,' Alf used to say:
and he has left that saying behind him. When he had struck a
bargain--and what a fellow for trade he was!--he would take up his
bundle, and say, 'I'll call again.' A devil of a fellow, proud
fellow, brave fellow, was he, Alf, the pedlar!
"Well he and Big Lazy-bones, Big Lazy-bones--well, you know Big
Lazy-bones?--big he was, and lazy he was, too. He took a fancy to a
coal-black horse that Alf, the pedlar, used to drive, and had trained
to hop like a summer frog. And almost before Big Lazy-bones knew what
he was about, he paid fifty dollars for this horse! Then Big
Lazy-bones, tall as he was, got into a carriage, meaning to drive
about like a king with his fifty-dollar-horse; but, though he whipped
and swore like a devil, the horse kept running against all the doors
and windows; for it was stone-blind!
"Afterwards, whenever Alf and Big Lazy-bones came across each other,
they used to quarrel and fight about this horse like two dogs. Big
Lazy-bones said he would have his money back; but he could not get a
farthing of it: and Alf drubbed him till the bristles flew. 'I'll
call again,' said Alf. A devil of a fellow, proud fellow, brave
fellow that Alf--Alf, the pedlar!
"Well, after that some years passed away without his being seen
again.
"Then, in about ten years or so, a call for him was published on the
church-hill,[2] for a great fortune had been left him. Big
Lazy-bones stood listening. 'Ah,' said he, 'I well knew it must be
money, and not men, that called out for Alf, the pedlar.'
[2] In Norway, certain public announcements are made before the
church door on Sundays after service.--Translators.
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