Fredrik was this brother's name.

Now Fredrik had looked in at Storborg on his way up that morning, Aronsen of Storborg being his nearest neighbour, and he is full of all the trader has been telling him.

It began this way; Fredrik wanted a roll of tobacco.

Fredrik smiles slyly at Aronsen, and makes fun of him now.

Fredrik talks of Breidablik, how 'tis but little he's got done there yet awhile.

" This was praise from the oldest among them, the giant himself, and Fredrik might well be pleased.

I've had a deal of things to hinder this year; the house to do up, being leaky and like to fall to pieces; hayloft to take down and put up again, and no sort of room in the turf hut for beasts, seeing I'd cow and heifer more than Brede he'd ever had in his time," says Fredrik proudly.

" "Ho," says Sivert slyly, "and the two of youis that all there's ever to be?" "Why, as to that," says Fredrik bravely, "'tis like enough there'll be more to come.

But 'twas no loss, for I've no use for it, anyway," says Fredrik.

Little Andresen, chief clerk, is head of that procession; indeed, 'tis his procession; he has fitted out himself, and Sivert from Sellanraa, and one other, Fredrik Ström from Breidablik, for the expedition.

The caravan has stopped at the quay, and Fredrik Ström, cheerful as ever, is poking fun at Aronsen: "I'm clean out of tobacco; got any tobacco, what?" "I'll give you tobacco," said Aronsen threateningly.

Fredrik laughs, and says comfortingly: "Nay, you've no call to take it all heavy-like and sad, Aronsen.

First he gave up Fredrik Ström, who was quickest at saying unpleasant things; then Sivert, because he never said a word, but went on selling; at last he stuck to following his former clerk, and trying to set folk against him wherever he went in.

"Tis that Jensine's calling him," Fredrik Ström explained.

Fredrik, himself, by the way, had work on his own fields to be done that spring, and little time to waste; but for all that, he must look in on Aronsen the last day and get up an argument with him.

They heard grand goings-on inside the store, both talking at once, and Fredrik setting up a laugh now and again; then Aronsen threw open the door and showed his visitor out.

Oh, but Fredrik didn't come outno, he took his time, and talked a lot more.

The last thing they heard from outside was Fredrik trying to sell Aronsen a lot of rocking-horses.

SEE Söderberg, Hjalmar Emil Fredrik.

Elizabeth Davls Soechtig (A); 12Apr57; R190566. SÖDERBERG, HJALMAR EMIL FREDRIK.

SEE Söderberg, Hjalmar Emil Fredrik.

Frontier parsonage: the letters of Olaus Fredrik Duus, Norwegian pastor in Wisconsin, 1855-1858.

Elizabeth Davls Soechtig (A); 12Apr57; R190566. SÖDERBERG, HJALMAR EMIL FREDRIK.

SEE Söderberg, Hjalmar Emil Fredrik.

Frontier parsonage: the letters of Olaus Fredrik Duus, Norwegian pastor in Wisconsin, 1855-1858.