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last of August. Trond and Olsen had gone to
another saeter to see some friends of theirs.
Immediately after dinner Petter and Karsten
had gone out to fish again, because before
dinner they had caught on ly a baby trout about as
long as your finger. However, Karsten broiled
tbat, insides and all.
Just as Augusta, Andrine and I were
milk-ing out in the barn, we heard a scream that I
sball never forget. I thought it was Ivarsten’s
voice, and I was so frightened I didn’t know
wbat to do with myself. The wbole moor was
so dark tliat nothing was to be seen. There
came another scream, and witbout a word
Augusta ran out on the moor. But an instant
after Karsten came rushing around the corner
of the barn, with face pale as death and his hair
standing straight up.
“ A bear! A bear! He is after me! Oh,
help! Oh, oh! ”
Into the barn he dashed, Andrine and I at
his heels, hastily shutting the door. It was
pitch-dark in the barn.
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