The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-15

l NO, BeloW them "" A''Ss e'S '''S saeters only"
 For the Lords sake what are sae- ters? I-I cant fix the etymology Of that word"
 "Saeters are saeters. in Norway" was the contentious reply.
 Men. women, anybody In them? l Just the saeter girls"
 Tn heavens name. what do saeter girls do?"
 They go there with the herds. in the summer; care for the milk; make the butter and cheese. and come back to the valleys when the winter sets in. Some have already come down, sir"
 No fathers or mothers or brothers with them?"
 What for?" replied the landlord looking up scornfully from his whit tling. "They are needed to gather the grass end at the work in the fields at home"
 Do you mean to tell me that young women-mere girls-remain up there in that barren wilderness all summer | alone?"
 That Is right. sir. They wish to go Lars sister who has been in some for eign country for years. and has become a great scholar, came back here this summer, sir, and is the furthest saeter on the field, only for love of the old sac ter life."
 And who Is Lars. pray?"
 "The skydsgut postboy) that brought you. sir"
 "Why, must be week or two on the | fields! Where am to sleep? l can't take your inn with mel"
 "On the snow or in the saeter. sir" "In the saeter"
 "Yes: the saeter girl will make bed for you beside her own." Beside her own"
 "Why not? Is that less comfortable | than the ice or the snow?" Professor Detrius Moraine did not | reply, but we saw that he had been | shocked. Abstract science usually takes no ac- count of the amenities of life; but here was scientist-if he was scientist who actually recoiled from one of | the most innocent customs of the coun- try.
 q think you would win as to his being an old bachelor" said my friend thoughtfully. Perhaps I lose as to his vocation. I am rather afraid so, for a genuine hide-bound scientist would sleep without a murmur In pig-sty in order to elucidate a pet theory"
 The professor took turn about the storhaus and stables and finally came back to the imperturbable landlord.
 You can furnish me a guide or a man or two who could build me tenn porary shelter on the field, and cook my food for few days?" There are no men at Ormeim." "Can not even. have a guide?" "Not unless Lars will go."
 "And Lars will bring me to. his sis ter and leave me in the saeter, as you call it, alone with herr" 50 1t will be-" Bah" he exclaimed, relapsing into English. "This Is infamous!" The. innkeeper could. understand enough from this infection and gesture to realize that an objurgation had been uttered and he resented it in his sullen reply:
 we cannot change our country or our people for every one who passes by. You deserve no guide from Ormeim; or, you should be let go to perish in autumn tempests!"
 "Tut, tut! No offense; no offensew returned the professor, seeming at last to realize that his cherished project was at the mercy of his own behavior, in land where fiunkyism is unknown, where little profit is expected, and where all service to strangers is given by favor rather than by command. "The truthis, landlord" he continued in a conciliatory and almost confiden- tial manner, q am a student of-of- things I'd rather meet the devil than a woman, while am at work. Indeed quite so at any time. Blab, gab, poke, bother, fuss muss, litter, litter! Why, it drives me madr'
 The landlord with staring eyes sym pathetically pressed his own head with his hand, and nodded as though he be- lieved him literally.
 "Tve seen nothing but women, wo- men, women in Norway; and its un- strung me. It worried me to think of going up there and being shut up with woman for two weeks-v
 "It will be under the avalanche if for so long! interrupted the landlord
 "Shut up with woman for two weeks, "continued the professor, scien- tist-like paying no attention whatever to the simplest and most important facts confronting him, with her f1ut- ter and butter and her eyeing and prying. Lord! I come all this distance to work out-to work out-v'
 ''The saeter girl will hate you just as sufficiently" broke in the landlord stoutly
 This was neY view of an old theory to Professor Detrius Moraine. He seemed at first to relish it; but it piqued him, too. He removed his glass .es, burnished them furiously with his handkerchief, glared at myself and con1panion who endeavored to appear innocent1y unconscious of his vexations, and finally exclaimed rather curtly: n "Umphi Where's Lars?" ea
 At the landlords sturdy call of Liars! Lars" a noisy sshuffling and grunting mingled with cheery cries of "Jeg kom- mer!'sQ am corningD we're, heard from the vicinity of the stables; and present ly typical Norwegian skysgut or post boy bounded up the steps and into the