Room here for me and my fire, and the
smoke went up. I nodded at this, and decided to settle down here, though
it was early yet, and still quite light; I could distinctly make out the
hills and valleys and rocks on a naked fjeld straight ahead some few
hours' march away. But I nodded, as if I had reached my goal, and set to
work gathering firewood and bedding for the night.
I felt so thoroughly at home here. It was not for nothing I nodded and
took off my knapsack. "Was this the place you were making for?" I say,
talking to myself in jest. "Yes," I answer.
The soughing in the air grew stronger; it was not snow that was falling
now, but rain. Strange--a great wet rainfall down over the cave, over all
the trees outside, and yet it was the cold Christmas month--December. A
heat-wave had taken it into its head to visit us.
It rained and rained that night, and there was a soughing all through the
trees outside. It was like spring; it filled my sleep at last with so rich
an ease, that I slept on sound and deep till it was broad day.
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