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right moment. Did he think he was on parade
before the forest king?
Of course Gösta stood dreaming of beautiful
Marienne, who was lying ill at Ekeby, having taken
cold on the night when she lay in the snowdrift.
He thought of her, who also was a sacrifice to the
curse of hate that lies over the world, and he
shuddered at himself at having gone forth to persecute
and kill.
And there came the great bear straight to him,
blind in one eye from the blow of a cavalier’s knife,
lame from a cavalier’s bullet, angry and unkempt
and lonely since they had killed his wife and
carried off his children. And Gösta saw him as he
was, a poor persecuted beast, whose life he did not
care to take, for it was the only thing the poor
creature possessed, when men had taken all else from
him.
“He may kill me,” thought Gösta, “but I won’t
shoot.”
And while the bear rushed toward him, he stood
as quietly as if on parade, and when the forest king
came right in front of him, he shouldered his gun
and took a step aside.
Then the bear pursued his way, knowing full well
there was no time to lose. He plunged into the
forest, forced a way through drifts as high as a man,
rolled down the steep slopes, and fled irreclaimably,
while all the cavaliers who had stood with their guns
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