The things we do!

I soon realized that the work here would not last till Christmas. With the
weather we were having, and the ground as it was, frost at night and no
snow, we felled a deal each day, and nothing to hinder the work; the
Lensmand himself though we were devilish smart at felling trees, haha! The
old man was easy to work with; he often came out to us in the woods and
chatted and made jokes, and as I never joked in return, he took me, no
doubt, for a dull dog, but a steady fellow. He began sending me on errands
now, with letters to and from the post.
There were no children on the place, no young folk at all save the maids
and one of the farm-hands, so the evenings fell rather long. By way of
passing the time, I got hold of some tin and acids and re-tinned some old
pots and kettles in the kitchen. But that was soon done. And then one
evening I came to write the following letter:
"_If only I were where you are, I would work for two_."
Next day I had to go to the post for the Lensmand; I took my letter with
me and posted it.


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