The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-04-02
A PERILOUS WOOING.

From the time that Aslsng was
quite. grown up there was NO longer
any poace or quiet at Husaby. In
fact all the handsomest young fellows
in the village did nothing but fight
and quarrel night after night and II
was always worse on Saturday, nighta
Aslang's father old Canute Husaby,
never went to bed on those nights
without keeping on at least his leath-
or brseches and laying a good stout
birch stick on the bed beside him.
III ! have such a pretty daughter. y
said old Canute II must know how TO
take care OF her. .r,sa.rgs. !,
Thor Nesset was only the son OF g
poor cottager and yet folks said that
1t was he who went oftenest to visit
the farmers daughter at Husaby. OF
course old Canute was not pleased to
hear .sthia He said it was not. true.
that at any rate he had never seen
him there Still they smiled and
whispered to each other that II he
only had thoroughly searched the hay
loft whittier Aslang had many an err
rand he would have found Thor
there.
Spring came and Aslang went up
the mountain with the cattle And
now. when the heat OF the day hung
over the valley the rocks rose cool
and clear through the suns misty
rays the cowbells tinkled. the shep-
herds dog barked. Aslang sang her
'joder' songs and blew the cowhorn
all the young men felt their hearts
grow sore and heavy as they gazed
upon her beauty. And on the first
Saturday evening one after the other
they crept up the hill But they came
down again quicker than they had
gone up for at the top stood a man
who kept guard. receiving each one
who came up with such warm recep-
ton that he all his life long remem-
bered the words that accompanied the
action. Come up here again and
there will be still more in store for
you" 3
All the young fellows could arrive
but at one conclusion. that there was
only one man in the whole parish who
had such fists and that man was Thor
Nesset' All the rich farmers daugh-
tiers thought II was too bad that this
cottager's son should stand highest in
Aslang Husaby's favor
Old Canute thought the same when
he heard about 1t all. and said that IL
there were no one else who would
check him he could do 1t himself.
Now. Canute was certainly getting
on in years; still although he was
past sixty. he often enjoyed good
wrestling match with his eldest son
whenever time indoors fell heavy on
his hands.
There was but one path up to the
mountain belonging to Husaby and it
went straight through the farm gar
den. Next Saturday evening. as Thor
was on his way to the mountain.
creeping carefully across the yard.
hurrying as soon as he was well past
the farm buildings a man suddenly
rushed Mt him.
What do you want with me?r
asked Thor. and hit him such blow
in the face that sparks danced before
his eyes. yH
You will soon learn that said
someone else behind him and gave
him great blow In the back OF his
neck That was Aslang's brother. q
sand here's the hired man, " said
old Canute. and attacked him also =
The greater the danger the greater
was Thor's strength. He was supple
as "a willow. and hit out right man
fully; he dived and he ducked; when
ever blow fell 1t missed him. and
when none expected 1t he would deal
a good one. He stopped down. he
sprang on one side but for all that he
got a terrible thrashing. Old Canute
said afterward that The had never
fought with drawer fellow" They
kept it up till blood began to flow,
then Canute cried out .'Stopp' Then
he added in n croaking tone. If you
can get up here next Saturday. in spite
OF Canute Husaby and his men the
girl shall be ycurs!"
Thor dragged himself home as best
he could and when he reached the
cottage went straight to bed. There
was a great deal of talk about the
fight up on Husaby hill. but everyone
said: why did he 60 therep" Only
one person did not say so, and that
was Aslang. She had been expecting
Thor that Saturday. evening. bur when
she heard what had happened be-
tween him and her father she sat down
aud cried bitterly. and said to herself:
III / may not have Thor / shalt never