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rafters, and put out his lantern. He was not frightened
exactly, but everything depended on his doing his
work unseen. And no sooner was he concealed, than
the new-comer’s head rose to the level of the floor.
The Major recognized him—it was the miserly
Broby parson. He, nearly crazy with covetousness,
was in the habit of hiding his treasure in the most
extraordinary places. Now he came to the belfry
with a packet of notes which he wished to conceal
there. He did not know that any one saw him; he
lifted a board in the floor, placed the money under
it, and departed again.
The Major was not backward, he lifted the same
board. What heaps of money—rolls and rolls of
notes, and among them, leather pouches full of
silver! The Major took just as much silver as he
needed for his bullet, and did not disturb the rest.
When he descended from the belfry, the silver
bullet was in his gun. He marched away wondering
what more fortune had in store for him that night.
There is something extraordinary about Thursday
nights, as everybody knows. He took a turn in
the direction of the organist’s house. Think, if that
wretch of a bear knew that Faber’s cows stood in a
miserable shed, hardly better than being under the
open sky!
Well, was that not something big and black he
saw making its way over the field toward the
cowshed? It must be the bear.
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