"Fine place, Sellanraa, splendid place," he said. "And now there's
others coming up one after another, since you've started, Isak. I
counted five myself. Are there any more?"
"Seven in all. There's two that can't be seen from the road."
"Seven holdings; say fifty souls. Why, it'll be a densely populated
neighbourhood before long. And you've a school already, so I hear?"
"Ay, we have."
"There--what did I say? A school all to yourselves, down by Brede's
place, being more in the middle. Fancy Brede as a farmer in the
wilds!" and Geissler laughed at the thought. "Ay, I've heard all about
you, Isak; you're the best man here. And I'm glad of it. Sawmill, too,
you've got?"
"Ay, such as it is. But it serves me well enough. And I've sawed a bit
now and again for them down below."
"Bravo! That's the way!"
"I'd be glad to hear what you think of it, Lensmand, if so be you'd
care to look at that sawmill for yourself."
Geissler nodded, with the air of an expert; yes, he would look at
it, examine it thoroughly. Then he asked: "You had two boys, hadn't
you--what's become of the other? In town? Clerk in an office? H'm,"
said Geissler.
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