Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 387 of 400
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368 About Norway. lake. From an adjoining boathouse Jens brought out a saddle. Then he and two men rowed us swiftly across the water, and we landed again in about a quarter of an hour. We left the boat in charge of the men, and Jens threw the heavy saddle over his shoulder as if it had been but a feather’s weight. About twenty minutes’ walk through the fields and over the slopes, and we reached a small settlement, where, hard by, a cream-coloured horse was grazing. In answer to Jens’ call,a man came out ofa carpenter’s shed; a man pale and refined looking, with one of the noblest heads I had ever seen. He gave Jens a nod of good fellow- ship, and went off for the horse. Jens on his part threw down the \ i iH IN i | Nii i wi Ae i IN a een aes A— a aad = ‘., ‘ = = = * Hy ; = = PSA ZZ ——S_ eS sm = i Mi // Wein : == Uy 7 Os et SS: “ih. — iC oo = 2 re i mK. any ——— —_ ' Svlips . : ed . tons i at Ait f ————— i = 5 —————— — UUs. ee —— \| 2 — = : SS ee tt CG wane wy <) ae ee , Sie ee iY } 2. ‘meses: ey ‘ ss << = “2a —~> Wine >. = —_~ ~ > = - eS ww LAERDALSOREN. saddle, not sorry, with all his strength, to get rid of his load. It fitted the horse’s back far better than his shoulder. As for the horse, it was one of the prettiest, most docile creatures imaginable. Before I had done with it, I loved the animal, and like the Irishman with his cow, could I have sent it over to England in a letter, it should have bid a long farewell to its wild mountain life. It was grazing quietly about a hundred yards away. Then, catching sight of us, it knew well enough what the invasion meant ; and prick- ing up its ears, and arching its neck, gave a slight neigh and began gently trotting up and down, its fine white mane and long tail flutter- ing in the breeze. It answered the master’s call as obediently as a dog, and followed gently at his heels up to the cottage. We were soon ready and once more on the way. Now began @ Gomichbooks.com