Wanderers

le house, the north side, facing the sea, is done all gaily in red. At the mid-day rest, I go o

ut if any one comes along and asks if I can paint a bit of a wa

d done painting Gunhild's cottage-two coats it was to have-he was going off to the vicarage to dig a well. There was always work of some sort to be had about the villages. And when winter set in, and the frost began to b

rindhusen, "I know what I'd do. I'd

a brickla

truth. But when that well's dug, why, i

lence from every tree in the wood. And now, look you, there are but few of the small birds left; only some crows flying mutel

aper now these last two weeks, and, for all that, here I am, alive and well, making great progress in re

here's Grindhusen, now, I say to myself; did you mark when he lit his pipe, how he used the match to the very last of it, and never burned his horny fingers

and hauling bits of driftwood ashore. The stars are out, and there is a moon. In a couple of hours Grindhusen comes back, with a good set of

, and we go each

at and go off fishing, so as not to be there when he leaves. I catch no fish, and it is cold sitting in the boat; I look at my watch again and again. At last, a

; it was like a calling from my youth, f

oss to hi

g that well

to take anoth

for me here, while I go u

eard Grindhusen

ight. And I don't believ

ute. I'll be dow

e beach to wait. He knows I've some of