Norwegian High Mountain Life And A Little More (Part 2)[translated prose]
One summer something rare happened. It was so deliriously rare that a herding boy sprang home to the main house and in strained words told Inga about it--A strange man had set up a tent up in the forest clearing in the vicinity of the main house. He was richly clad and he sang while he folded out the tent, and when he was ready, he plucked some forest flowers, took them with him, and crawled into the tent and began to whistle. The boy had stood at a distance, hid behind the trunk of a large pine... Sign in to see full entry.