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"
Absolutely
impossible
,
"
he
replied
;
"
the
whole
thing
will
look
yellow
;
and
,
besides
,
there
's
another
thing
"
--
and
he
came
towards
me
,
whispering
:
"
I
have
a
little
girl
inside
this
evening
,
so
it
's
clearly
impracticable
.
"
"
Oh
,
in
that
case
,
of
course
there
's
no
question
about
it
.
"
I
drew
back
,
said
good-night
,
and
went
away
.
So
there
was
no
way
out
of
it
but
to
seek
some
place
out
in
the
woods
.
If
only
the
fields
were
not
so
damp
.
I
patted
my
blanket
,
and
felt
more
and
more
at
home
at
the
thought
of
sleeping
out
.
I
had
worried
myself
so
long
trying
to
find
a
shelter
in
town
that
I
was
wearied
and
bored
with
the
whole
affair
.
It
would
be
a
positive
pleasure
to
get
to
rest
,
to
resign
myself
;
so
I
loaf
down
the
street
without
thought
in
my
head
.
At
a
place
in
Haegdehaugen
I
halted
outside
a
provision
shop
where
some
food
was
displayed
in
the
window
.
A
cat
lay
there
and
slept
beside
a
round
French
roll
.
There
was
a
basin
of
lard
and
several
basins
of
meal
in
the
background
.
I
stood
a
while
and
gazed
at
these
eatables
;
but
as
I
had
no
money
wherewith
to
buy
,
I
turned
quickly
away
and
continued
my
tramp
.
I
went
very
slowly
,
passed
by
Majorstuen
,
went
on
,
always
on
--
it
seemed
to
me
for
hours
,
--
and
came
at
length
at
Bogstad
's
wood
.
I
turned
off
the
road
here
,
and
sat
down
to
rest
.
Then
I
began
to
look
about
for
a
place
to
suit
me
,
to
gather
together
heather
and
juniper
leaves
,
and
make
up
a
bed
on
a
little
declivity
where
it
was
a
bit
dry
.
I
opened
the
parcel
and
took
out
the
blanket
;
I
was
tired
and
exhausted
with
the
long
walk
,
and
lay
down
at
once
.
I
turned
and
twisted
many
times
before
I
could
get
settled
.
My
ear
pained
me
a
little
--
it
was
slightly
swollen
from
the
whip-lash
--
and
I
could
not
lie
on
it
.
I
pulled
off
my
shoes
and
put
them
under
my
head
,
with
the
paper
from
Semb
on
top
.
And
the
great
spirit
of
darkness
spread
a
shroud
over
me
...
everything
was
silent
--
everything
.
But
up
in
the
heights
soughed
the
everlasting
song
,
the
voice
of
the
air
,
the
distant
,
toneless
humming
which
is
never
silent
.
I
listened
so
long
to
this
ceaseless
faint
murmur
that
it
began
to
bewilder
me
;
it
was
surely
a
symphony
from
the
rolling
spheres
above
.
Stars
that
intone
a
song
...
.
"
I
am
damned
if
it
is
,
though
,
"
I
exclaimed
;
and
I
laughed
aloud
to
collect
my
wits
.
"
They
're
night-owls
hooting
in
Canaan
!
"
I
rose
again
,
pulled
on
my
shoes
,
and
wandered
about
in
the
gloom
,
only
to
lay
down
once
more
.
I
fought
and
wrestled
with
anger
and
fear
until
nearly
dawn
,
then
fell
asleep
at
last
.
It
was
broad
daylight
when
I
opened
my
eyes
,
and
I
had
a
feeling
that
it
was
going
on
towards
noon
.
