"Have I seen it, do you say? Why, I have been helping to clean it, and that is what Lars will not allow everybody to do, let me tell you. Of course _I_ could not lift it, but that made no difference; I only cleaned the lock, and that is not the easiest work, I can tell you." "People say that gun of Lars's has taken to missing its mark of late," said Hans Volden, leaning back, with both his feet on the desk. "Ever since that time when Lars shot, up at Osmark, at a bear that was asleep, it misses fire twice and misses the mark the third time." "Yes, ever since he shot at a bear that was asleep," chimed in the girls. "The fool!" added the boys. "There is only one way in which this difficulty with the rifle can be remedied," said Ole Boeen, "and that is to thrust a living snake down its barrel." "Yes, we all know that," said the girls. They wanted to hear something new. "It is now winter, and snakes are not to be found, and so Lars cannot depend very much upon his rifle," said Hans Volden, thoughtfully. "He wants Niels Boeen along with him, does he not?" asked Thorvald. "Yes," said the boy from Boeen's, who was, of course, best posted in regard to this; "but Niels will get permission neither from his mother nor from his sister. His father certainly died from the wrestle he had with the bear up at the saeter last year, and now they have no one but Niels." "Is it so dangerous, then?" asked a little boy. "Dangerous?" cried Thorvald. "The bear has as much sense as ten men, and as much strength as twelve." "Yes, we know that," said the girls once more. They were bent on hearing something new. "But Niels is like his father; I dare say he will go along," continued Thorvald. "Of course he will go along," said Ole Boeen; "this morning early, before any one was stirring over yonder at our gard, I saw Niels Boeen, Lars the hunter, and one man more, going up the mountain with their rifles. I should not be surprised if they were going to the parsonage wood." "Was it early?" asked the children, in concert. "Very early! I was up before mother, and started the fire." "Did Lars have the long rifle?" asked Hans. "That I do not know, but the one he had was as long as from here to the chair." "Oh, what a story!" said Thorvald. "Why, you said so yourself," answered Ole. "No, the long rifle which I saw, he will scarcely use any more." "Well, this one was, at all events, as long--as long--as from here, nearly over to the chair." "Ah! perhaps he had it with him then after all." "Just think," said Marit, "now they are up among the bears." "And at this very moment they may be in a fight," said Thorvald. Then followed a deep, nay, almost solemn silence. "I think I will go," said Thorvald, taking his cap. "Yes! yes! then you will find out something," shouted all the rest, and they became full of life again. "But the school-master?" said he, and stopped. "Nonsense! you are the priest's son," said Ole Boeen.