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(1932) [MARC] Author: Ole Edvart Rølvaag
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dim with age, were now made dimmer still by tears.
Slowly they came, one by one, following the deep,
winding furrows down the faded cheeks until they trickled
from her chin.

“Yes,” she continued after a while, “to bid good-bye
to that little grave seemed more than my heart could bear.
If I only could have taken that grave along. And Anna
was such a wonderful girl. Perhaps that’s why the Lord
wanted her. Only three-and-a-half years old, she could
repeat the Ten Commandments and the Apostles’ Creed
without a break. She could sing many hymns from our
hymn book. Probably we were too fond of her. If we
hadn’t had the auction we would never have gone now.
Didn’t seem right for me to leave that lonely little grave
forever and go to a foreign country.

“One day we embarked, Andrew and I and six
children, of whom Jens was the oldest. In those days the
trip was not as easy as nowadays. We were seven weeks
on the ocean; yes, seven weeks. All went well until we
came up under Newfoundland. Then many of the
passengers were taken sick all of a sudden. Among them
was Jens. He had been so bright and cheerful all the
time, always attending to our wants; for Andrew, you
know, was not very strong. The doctor came down to
see Jens; he said it was brain fever.

“Four long days and nights I watched at his bedside.
I knew from the first hour that he never would arise from
that bed. I was right. At five o’clock the fourth morning
he said good-bye to us. He was very happy. Told us
not to fear, but to trust to the Lord. Said he knew that
the Lord would take better care of us than he could have
done. So his eyelids closed for the last time. That
morning I felt the presence of God as I have never felt it
before or since. Surely He was with us then. It was
hard to see ’em sink our boy into the Atlantic on that
stormy spring day. It became harder still on the long,

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