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boy, and Trond Oppistuen were going to the
sactcr to cut lmy. If we wished, we were
wel-come to go along with them.
If we wished! Hurrah!
The next morning off we went. The lunch,
and Andrine, and I, and Karsten, and Petter
Kloed were in a wagon, and Trond and Olsen
walked alongside with their scythes and rakes
on their shoulders.
Par, far up the mountain we were to go—
away up where the trees looked no taller than
half a pin’s length, and the thin light air was
white and shining; up there and then far along
to the west.
Olsen was red-haired and freckled, small and
wiry. He kept step with the horse the whole
way, but Trond lagged behind us down the
slope.
We all sang, each our own tune, as we
climbed. The air was clear, oh! so clear! The
farms in the valley grew smaller and smaller,
and the birch trees we passed were little and
stunted.
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