Now the squire himself posted us all down the long
valley that runsthrough the copse. Today we went hunting for the first time since my
return.
However, withChristian VIII youth and youthful
ardor were things of the past. But Jens Frederik did not pass his
examinations.
Yesterday thebooks of our dear Pastor Sören were
sold.
I was along and had one of the squires guns. But
Jens Frederik did not pass his examinations. We are six servants towait on the
master and mistress, the young master, and the two youngladies. Before nightfall the
copse was cleared of game. Mark me the biggest beech in the forest for hismother. I
have been longing for itever since Martinmas, but in vain.
Now and then amournful figure would walk across the
pavement like a ghost.
Then the boar turned and passed close to
me.
Oh, Miss Sophie, if only you were apeasant girl or
I a prince! The more French I read the better I likeit; I am almost forgetting my
Latin on account of it.
The trees in the garden have taken on a lovely
light greencolor, and everybody looks kind.
He was filthier than any of the beggars that used
to cometo our back door.
I am sorry for Pastor Sören; he cant helpseeing it.
Itall happened so quickly that no one could reach him.
He fired, and hit it allright, but did not kill it,
and the boar went for him. I hardly know Jens; he had gotten a green coat and a
green feather inhis hat. I struggle like apartridge in a snare, but it is of no
avail. Six weeks ago he buriedhis sainted father, and three weeks ago his mother
followed her husband. She came inthrough the gate like the sun piercing a cloud; but
nevertheless Itrembled like a leaf.