The things we do!

Now and again, too, he would show a touch of pride in his position,
and his wealth, and like to have it recognized.
"No, I've no work for you. Where do you come from?"
I named some places I had lately passed.
"No money, I suppose, and go about begging?"
No, I did not beg; I had money enough.
"Well, you'll have to go on farther. I've nothing for you to do here; the
ploughing's done. Can you cut staves for a fence?
"Yes."
"H'm. Well, I don't use wooden fences any more. I've put up wire. Do
bricklayer's work?"
"Yes."
"That's a pity. I've had bricklayers at work here for weeks; you might
have got a job. But it's all done now."
He stood poking his stick in the ground.
"What made you come to me?"
"Every one said go to the Lensmand if I wanted work."
"Oh, did they? Well, I've always got a crowd here working at something or
other--those bricklayers, now. Can you put up a fence that's proof against
fowls?--For that's more than any soul on earth ever could, haha!--
"Worked for Captain Falkenberg, you said, at Ovrebo?"
"Yes.


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