Oh, but
they should have their water-supply at Ovrebo! As for the masonry work, we
could break out our stone on the site itself; there was layer on layer of
granite there.
By noon next day we were hard at work, Lars Falkenberg digging the trench
for the pipe-line, Grindhusen and I getting stone. We were both well used
to this work from the days when we had been road-making together at
Skreia.
Well and good.
We worked four days; then it was Sunday. I remember that Sunday, the sky
clear and far, the leaves all fallen in the woods, and the hillside
showing only its calm winter green; smoke rose from the chimney up in the
clearing. Lars had borrowed a horse and cart that afternoon to drive in to
the station; he had killed a pig and was sending it in to town. He was to
fetch letters for the Captain on the way back.
It occurred to me that this evening would be a good time to send the lad
up to the clearing for my washing: Lars was away, and no one could take
offence at that washing business now.
Pages:
401
402
403
404
405
406
407
408
409
410
411
412
413
414
415
416
417
418
419
420
421
422
423
424
425