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spent the night in the Forsstugan. He got
drunk and spat in the bowl of porridge and said
he would be damned if there was any such thing
as a goblin. When he drove back in the evening
across the frozen lake his horse slipped and fell
on the ice and was torn to pieces by a pack of
wolves. He was found in the morning by some
people returning from church, sitting in the
sledge, frozen to death. He had shot two of the
wolves with his gun and had it not been for the
gun they would have eaten him as well.
How far was it from Forsstugan to the nearest
habitation?
“Eight hours’ ride across the forest on a good
pony.”
“I heard the sound of bells when I was strolling
about in the woods an hour ago, there must be
plenty of cattle round here.”
Lars Anders spat the snuff from his mouth
and said abruptly that I was mistaken, there
were no cattle in the woods, nearer than a
hundred miles, his own four cows were in the stable.
I repeated to Lars Anders that I was sure I
had heard the bells far away in the forest, I had
even noticed how beautifully they sounded as if
of silver.
Lars Anders and Mother Kerstin glanced
uneasily at each other but nobody spoke. I bade
them good-night and went to my room over the
cow-stable. The forest stood silent and dark
outside the window. I lit the tallow candle on the
table and lay down on the sheep-skin tired and
sleepy after my long wanderings. I listened for a
while to the munching of the cows in their sleep.
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