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Then I heard the door of Madam Land’s
kitchen thrown open, and footsteps across the
yard—then Madam Land’s voice, “ Come with
your stick, Land, there are thieves in the
hen-house.” The door of the wood-shed was opened
and Madam Land’s maid burst in and saw me.
“ It is the judge’s Inger Johanne, madam,”
she called.
“ Is it that spindleshanks again? ” I heard
Madam Land say—yes, she really said “
spindleshanks”; but to me she only said, “Your
cock is not liere, giri; he has not been here all
dav—not for two or three days, I believe.”
“ But he was here this morning.”
“ Not at all. You didn’t see straight. He
is not here, I tell you.”
I ran home completely at a loss. What in
the world had become of Carolus? The next
day I searched everywhere. I went around
to all the houses in the neighborhood and asked
after my cock. No, no one had seen him
any-where.
Then all at once a frightful suspicion arose
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