Arne; Early Tales and Sketches: Patriots EditionBjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
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Arne; Early Tales and Sketches: Patriots Edition
Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne
Norway -- Fiction; Norwegian fiction -- Translations into English
"It might have been ten years later that he was published on the church
hill;[14] there had been left to him a tremendous fortune. Big
Lazy-bones was standing by. 'I knew very well,' said he, 'that it was
money that was crying for Scrip Alf, and not people.'
"Now there was a great deal of gossip about Alf; and out of it all was
gathered that he had been seen last on this side of Roeren, and not on
the other. Yes, you remember the Roeren road--the old road?
"But Big Lazy-bones had succeeded in rising to great power and splendor,
owning both farm and complete outfit.
"Moreover, he had professed great piety, and everybody knew he did not
become pious for nothing--any more than other folks do. People began to
talk about it.
"It was at this time that the Roeren road was to be changed, old-time
folks wanted to go straight ahead, and so it went directly over Roeren;
but we like things level, and so the road now runs down by the river.
There was a mining and a blasting, until one might have expected Roeren
to come tumbling down. All sorts of officials came there, but the
amtmand[15] oftenest of all, for he was allowed double mileage. And now,
one day while they were digging down among the rocks, some one went to
pick up a stone, but got hold of a hand that was sticking out of the
rocks, and so strong was this hand that it sent the man who took hold of
it reeling backwards. Now he who found this hand was Big Lazy-bones. The
lensmand[16] was sauntering about there, he was called, and the skeleton
of a whole man was dug out. The doctor was sent for too; he put the
bones so skillfully together that now only the flesh was wanting. But
people claimed that this skeleton was precisely the same size as Scrip
Alf. 'Sure to come back!' said Alf.
"Every one thought it most strange that a dead hand could upset a fellow
like Big Lazy-bones, even when it did not strike at all. The lensmand
talked seriously to him about it,--of course when no one was by to hear.
But then Big Lazy-bones swore until everything grew black about the
lensmand.
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