Connecticut western news., 1892-03-03
CANAAN, CONN, THURSDAY, MARCH 3. 1892.

be possible to climb up there, although 1t was 80 very steep that the goats had great difficulty in climbing it, and they are not usually afraid of mountain work. | Saturday came. and Thor went out early in the morning. The day was most beautiful: the sun shone so bright ly that the very bushes seemed alive. | Up on the mountain many voices were "jodling," and there was much blowing of horns. When evening came he was sitting at his cottage door watching the steaming mist rise up on the hills. He looked upward-all was quiet; he looked | over toward Husaby Armand then he l jumped into his boat and rowed away | round the point.
 Aslang sat before the hut; her days work was done; she was thinking Thor would not come that evening, and that therefore many others might come in- stead, SO she unfastened the dog, and, without saying anything, walked farther on. She sat down, so that she could see across the valley, but the mist was rising there, and prevented her looking down. Then she chose another place, and with out thinking more about 1t, sat down so that she looked toward the side where lay the fjord. It seemed to bring peace to her soul when she could gaze far away across the water.
 As she sat there the fancy struck her that she was inclined to sing, SO she chose song with "long drawn notes,' and far and wide it sounded through the mountains. She liked to hear her self sing, SO she began over a-ain when the first verse was ended. BueNhen she had sung the second, it seemed to her as though some one answered from far down below. Dear me, what can that beY' thought Aslang. She stepped for ward to the edge and twined her arms around a slender birch which hung trembling over the precipice, and looked down. But she could see nothing; the fjord lay there calm and at rest; not a single bird skinned the water. So Aslang sat herself down again, and again she began to sing. Once more came the answering voice in the same tones and nearer than the first time. ''That sound was no echo. whatever it may be-" Aslang jumped to her feet and again leaned over the cliff. And there down below, at the foot of the rocky wall. she saw boat fastened. It looked like a tiny nutshell, for it was very far down. She looked again and saw fur cap, and under it the figure of man, climbing up the steep and barren cliff.
 "Who can it be2' Aslang asked herself: and letting go the birch she stepped back. She dared not answer her own question, but well she knew who it was. She flung herself down on the greensward, seizing the grass with both hands, as though 1t were she who dared not loose her hold for fear of falling. But the grass came up by the roots; she screamed aloud and dug sher hands deeper and deeper into the soil. She prayed to God to help him: but then it struck her that this feat of Thor's would be called tempting Provi. dence," and therefore he could not ex- pect help from above. ..... t
 ''Only just this oncep she prayed. 'Hear my prayer just this one time, and help him!" Then she threw her arms round the dog, as though it were Thor whom she was clasping, and rolled her self on the grass beside it.
 The time seemed to her quite endless.
 Suddenly the dog began to bark. "Bow wow!' said he to Aslang, and jumped upon her. And again, "Wow, wow" then over the edge of the cliff coarse, round cap came to view, and-Thor was in her armsl
 He lay there whole minute, and neither of them was capable Of uttering syllable. And when they did begin to talk there was neither sense nor reason in anything they said.
 But when old Canute Husaby heard of it he uttered q remark which had both sense and reason. Bringing his fist down on the table with a tremendous crash, tthe lad deserves her." he cried, "the girl shall be hisp'-Translated from the Norwegian of Bjornsterne Bjornson for Strand Magazine.