Even then, it's no price
really for all that land, cleared and cultivated as it is now."
Isak had the ten _Daler_ for that year--it was the money he had got
for his loads of wood, and for the cheeses Inger had laid by. He paid
the amount, and had still a small sum left.
"It's a lucky thing for you the Department didn't get to hear about
your wife," said the Lensmand. "Or they might have sold to some one
else."
"Ay," said Isak. He asked about Inger. "Is it true that she's gone
away for eight years?"
"That is so. And can't be altered--the law must take its course. As
a matter of fact, the sentence is extraordinarily light. There's one
thing you must do now--that is, to set up clear boundaries between
your land and the State's. A straight, direct line, following the
marks I set up on the spot, and entered in my register at the time.
The timber cleared from the boundary line becomes your property. I
will come up some time and have a look at what you have done."
Isak trudged back to his home.
Chapter VIII
Time flies? Ay, when a man is growing old.
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