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He laid his gun to his cheek and was quite prepared
to fire, when he suddenly changed his mind.
Fröken Faber’s red eyes appeared before him
in the darkness. He thought he would like to help
her and the sexton, but, of course, it was a great
sacrifice for him to give up the chance of killing the
great bear of Gurlita Cliff. He said afterwards that
nothing in his life had been so hard to do as that,
but as the little Fröken was so particularly nice and
sweet, he did it.
He went to the sexton’s house, woke him, dragged
him out half-naked, and told him that he must
shoot the bear which was creeping round Faber’s
woodshed.
“If you shoot that bear, he will certainly give
you his sister,” he said, “for you will at once
become an honored man. That is no ordinary bear,
and the best man in the country would think it an
honor to kill him.”
And he placed his own gun in his hand, loaded
with the bullet made of silver and bell metal, cast in
a belfry on a Thursday night at new moon, and he
could not help trembling with envy that another
than he was to shoot the great forest king, the old
bear of Gurlita Cliff.
The sexton aimed—aimed, God help us, as if
he meant to shoot the Great Bear or Charles’ Wain,
which, high in heaven, circles round the Polar Star,
and not a bear walking on the earth—and the gun
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