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that was seen nowhere in the valley for several months. They
called her there "the Colonel's lady," and said Mrs. Astrid Hjelm had
experienced a very strange fate, of which many various histories were
in circulation. At the estate of Semb, which consisted of the
wide-stretching valley of Heimdal, and which was her paternal heritage,
had she never, since the time of her marriage, been seen. Now as
widow she had again sought out the home of her childhood. It was
known also and told, that her attendant was a Swedish girl, who had
come with her from one of the Swedish watering-places, where she had

been spending the summer, in order to superintend her housekeeping;
and it was said, that Susanna Björk ruled as excellently as with
sovereign sway over the economical department, over the female
portion of the same, Larina the parlour-maid, Karina the kitchen-maid,
and Petro the cook, as well as over the farm-servants Mathea, Budeja,
and Göran the cattle-boy, together with all their subjects of the
four-footed and two-legged races. We will now with these last make a
little nearer acquaintance.

THE POULTRY. THE WATER OF STRIFE.
FIRST STRIFE.
"For Norway!" "For Sweden!"
DISPUTANTS.
The morning was clear and fresh. The September sun shone into the
valley; smoke rose from the cottages. The ladies-mantle, on whose
fluted cups bright pearls trembled; the silver-weed, with its yellow
flowers and silver glittering leaves, shone in the morning sun beside the
footpath, which wound along the moss-grown feet of the backs of the
mountains. It conducted to a spring of the clearest water, which after it
had filled its basin, allowed its playful vein to run murmuring down to
the river.
To this spring, on that beautiful morning, went down Susanna Björk,
and there followed her "cocks and hens, and chickens small."
Before her waddled with consequential gabblings a flock of geese,
which were all snow-white, excepting one--a grey gander. This one
tottered with a desponding look a little behind the others, compelled to
this by a tyrant among the white flock, which, as soon as the grey one
attempted to approach, drove it back with outstretched neck and yelling
cries. The grey gander always fled before the white tyrant; but bald
places upon the head and neck proved that he had not come into this
depressed condition, without those severe combats having made

evident the fruitlessness of protestation. Not one of the goose madams
troubled herself about the ill-used gander, and for that reason Susanna
all the more zealously took upon herself, with delicate morsels and kind
words, to console him for the injustice of his race. After the geese,
came the well-meaning but awkward ducks; the turkey-cock, with his
choleric temper and his two foolish wives, one white and the other
black; lastly, came the unquiet generation of hens, with their handsome,
quarrel-loving cocks. The prettiest of all, however, were a flock of
pigeons which, confidingly and bashfully at the same time, now
alighted down upon Susanna's shoulders and outstretched hand; now
flew aloft and wheeled in glittering circles around her head; then settled
down again upon the earth, where they neatly tripped, with their little
fringed feet, stealing down to the spring to drink, whilst the geese with
great tumult bathed themselves in the water and splashed about,
throwing the water in pearly rain over the grass. Here also was the grey
gander, to Susanna's great vexation, compelled by the white one to
bathe itself at a distance from the others.
Susanna looked around her upon the beautiful richly-coloured picture
which lay before her, upon the little creatures which played around her
and enjoyed themselves, and evident delight beamed from her eyes as
she raised them, and with hands pressed together, said softly, "O
heavens! how beautiful!"
But she shrunk together in terror, for in that very moment a strong
voice just beside her broke forth--
"How glorious is my fatherland, The old sea-circled Norroway!"
And the steward, Harald Bergman, greeted smilingly Susanna, who
said rather irritated--
"You scream so, that you frighten the doves with your old Norroway."
"Yes," continued Harald, in the same tone of inspiration--
"Yes, glorious is my fatherland, The ancient, rock-bound Norroway;
With flowery dale, crags old and grey, That spite of time eternal stand!"

"Old Norway," said Susanna as before; "I consider it a positive shame
to hear you talk of your old Norway, as if it were older and more
everlasting than the Creator himself!"
"And where in all the world," exclaimed Harald, "do you find a country
with such a proud, serious people; such magnificent rivers, and such
high, high mountains?"
"We have, thank God, men and mountains also in Sweden," said
Susanna; "you should only see them; that is another kind of thing!"
"Another kind of thing! What other