The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1877-11-29
A PERIL0US wOOING.
Morse Folk story by BIorastRerns
BIornson.

The finest boys OF the parish wrangled
and fought there, night after night. 1t
was worst ON Saturday nights, but then
old Junt Husaby went to bed with his
leather breeches on and birch club at
his elbow. Have 1 got q girl?" he
said, "I shall know how to take care of
her"
kTore Neset was only squatter's son.
There were people, though, who said
that he came oftener to see the farmers
daughter on Husaby than anybody else.
Old Junt did not like this talk and said
it was not true, for he had never seen
him there. But people smiled to one
another and limited that if he looked
better into that corner where Aslang
sat, instead of sguabbling with those
who strutted on the open floor, he would
have found Tore.
Spring came, and when the cattle
were driven up on the hills for grazing
Aslang followed to take care of them.
Hot lay the day over the valley, but the
cliff rose cool above the sunsmoke, and
when from its top the COW bells tinkled
and the Watchdog barked and Aslang
sang AMI pllyed on the ljur, how did
the boys feel toiling in the meadows be-
low The first Saturday night they all
took to the cliff, one faster than the
other. But still more fast they came
back, one after the other, just where the
path turned the hammer, some one stood
and took hold of them, one by one, as
they came, and wheeled them downward,
making his words well remembered
elf you choose to come again, you
shall be still better served"
As far as people could understand,
there was in the whole parish only one
who had the proper haud for such n
piece of work, and that one was Tore
Neset. But all the rich farmers sons
thought it rather mean that he, the
squatter's son, should take his stand
next to her, Aslang Husaby.
The same thought also old Junt, when
he heard it, and he thought further that
If no one else could master that chap, he
would try, and those sons of his. Junt
had begun to grow old, but although he
had passed the three. score. he still liked
to try wrestling match with his Oldest
son when sometimes the company seemed
to him to become sleepy.
Up to the Husaby grazing grounds
there led only one pathway and it started
just in front of Husaby farm. Next
Saturday evening when Tore intended
to take this way and already felt little
more quick-footed bee iuse he had cleared
the stables, one rushed upon him and
grasped him by the throat. "What do
want ?" said Tore and threw the other
to the ground SO it rang through his
body. "That 1 shall tell you," said
another, and gave him blow from be-
hind; it was the brother. "And here is
third" said old Junt and clasped him
around the waist.
Tore grew stronger with the danger :;
where he hit it was felt. And he was
Timber like a willow wand he bowed
and bent; where blows fell, lie was not /;
where blows were not expected, he hit.
But at last he tumbled, overmatched,
and sound thrashing he got, though
afterward old Junt often said that he
had never had finer lad to deal with.
The three kept ON till the blood came,
then Husaby said stop, and added
shrewdly: "Now, if next Saturday night
you can cheat the old Husaby bear and
these cubs OF his, you may have the
lass"
Tore dragged himself along as best
he could; when he reached home he lay
down. Much was spoken in the parish
of that fight on Husaby farm, but every
one said: "What would he there ?" there
"to ohC, bllOuSu, WIZ ull uJU SHY 80,
and that was As!ang. She had waited for
him that Saturday night, and when she
heard of the meeting between him and
said to herself eff cannot get Tore ]
shall not see another glad day in this
world"
Tore was laid up for the whole Sun
day, and on Monday he felt that he must
still keep the bed. Tuesday came, and
what fine day it was Tt had rained
during the night, and the cliff was green
afresh. Tue window was open and the
smell OF the foliage drifted in. Upon
cliff the cow-bells tinkled and somebody
was singing. Had it not been for his
mother who sat in the room, he would
have cried.
On Wednesday he was still in bed, bu
on Thursday he wondered whether Ii,
could not be all right till Saturday, ant
on Friday he was up. He remem
bered now the words which Junt hat
said eff next Saturday night you cal
cheat the old Husaby bear, and these
cubs of his, you may have the lass.
He looked away to the Husaby farm
time after time. 81 don't think ther,
will be any more beating" he said.
There led, as above mentioned, onl,
one pathway up to the Husaby grazing
grounds; but one who dared might ge
up there, though he did not go til,
beaten way. By rowing around a small
land-slip, and mooring at the foot of tn
cliff one might get up, though the wal
was SO steep that it had seldom beel
trodden by the goat, who else is no
very particular about her way.
Saturday came, and Tore was on
doors the whole day. Never was such
day! The sun played, so the wood
danced, and every now and then SOM
one sang and called upon the cliff. FL
sat in front of the door when dusk cam,
and dewy mist crept upward along tn,
hills. He looked toward the cliff; al
was quiet there. He looked towar,
the Husaby farm, and then he jumped
into the boat and rowed around the slip
Upon the cliff, before the hut, sa
Aslang, her days work done. Sh
thought that since Tore could not come
all the more would other people come
and she let loose the dog and strolle,
away. She sat where she could loo
down into the valley, but there stood til
mist, and somehow she did not lik
either to look down there Just now
Ther she moved away, and without an
more thought she came and sat down o.
the opposite side of the cliff, wher
she could look down over the Fjord
There came peace to her from the long