But I did not care to stay another three weeks at Ovrebo as things were
now. I marked down a few score dozen battens, and reckoned it all out on
my paper--that would have to do. But it was still too early for a man to
live in the forests and hills; the flowers were come, but there were no
berries yet. Song and twitter of birds at their mating, flies and midges
and moths, but no cloudberries, no angelica.
* * * * *
In town.
I came in to Engineer Lassen, Inspector of rafting sections, and he took
me on as he had promised, though it was late in the season now. To begin
with, I am to make a tour of the water and see where the logs have
gathered thickest, noting down the places on a chart. He is quite a good
fellow, the engineer, only still very young. He gives me over-careful
instructions about things he fancies I don't know already. It makes him
seem a trifle precocious.
And so this man has helped Captain Falkenberg out of a mess? The Captain
was sorry for it now, no doubt, anxious to free himself from the debt--
that was why he was cutting down his timber to the last lot of battens, I
thought.
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