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"I will do my best, but now I must hurry and bring in some
fuel for mothcr, that she will hot have to go after it while I am
gone?"
After Ivar had gone into the forest, Mother Ingierd returned
home with a small pot of milk, for which she had exchanged at
a neighbour’s with some spun flax, and was informed of Ivar’s
intended journey. The following morning, after she had placed
in his pocket his scant supply of food for his journey, which
consisted of three cakes, one herring, and a piece of dried mutton,
Ivar left his paternal home, accompanied with the blessings of
his parents, and bearing the remains of his faithful pony, rolled
up in the form of a knapsack, on his back, and took the road for
Uddevalla.
Until the last glimpse of his grey jacket had disappeared into
the forest, Mother Ingierd looked with tender eyes after the
departing boy.
"Come in, mother," cried Christopher from within. "Has
not the boy been away from home more than once before?"
"The Lord bless him; although he has an odd mind, I have
never seen in him from his earliest youth, anything but joy,"
said Mother Ingierd, with a pious sigh, and returning to the
house sat down to her distaff in silence.
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