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one, and willingly consented to it, as he had taken a fancy to
him. He paid him for his hide, and promised him that for the
future, Ivar should be satisfied, if he would only conduct himself
properly.
With a lighter heart and gayer feelings than he had had for a
long rime, Ivar ]eft Uddevalla in the afternoon; but as he had
an acquaintance in Herrstod he remained there over night, and
did not arrive at Quistrum until the next morning, between
nine and ten o’clock. During the last quarter of an hour, the
thought of the strange lady, her child, and her little long-haired
yellow dog, came into his mind.
"I should like to know where they are now," he thought, and
almost jumped with joy, when, upon his entrance into the courtyard
of the tavern at Quistrum, he saw her before him, as she was
just about ascending into a cart with her child, which cart did
not seem fit to accommodate such a tender lady. But when a
little boy, to all appearance, not over seven or eight years old,
stepped up to take the reins from the hands of the wagon-master,
Ivar had the pleasure of hearing her sweet voice, as she inquired
in broken, but easily to be understood Swedish, whether a more
reliable driver could be obtained. "Pshaw! with that boy
you will have no trouble; he has driven a great deal," replied the
wagon-master, with an arrogance which he thought he had a
right to use against every unattended female.
"0 God !" sighed the lady, and wrapped the cloak around the
crying infant. "What shall I do? Have compassion, and let
some one else drive. I dare not trust myself and child with
such an inexperienced boy."
The wagon-master laughed, in that stupid and rough manner
which is often the case with people of his class in society, put
his slouched cap over his ear, and said, that she might as well
submit, as it could not be otherwise at any rate.
"Where are you going?" inquired Ivar, advancing nearer the
little skjuts-boy.
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