Here was the
wonderful moment. And that was why he kept out of sight and was his
own horse.
For--what if the machine had been wrongly put together and did not do
its work, but went to pieces with a crash! No such calamity happened,
however; the machine could cut grass. And so indeed it ought, after
Isak had stood there, deep in study, for hours. The sun had gone down.
Again he harnesses himself and tries it; ay, the thing cuts grass. And
so indeed it ought!
When the dew began to fall close after the heat of the day, and the
boys came out, each with his scythe to mow in readiness for next day,
Isak came in sight close to the house and said:
"Put away scythes for tonight. Get out the new horse, you can, and
bring him down to the edge of the wood."
And on that, instead of going indoors to his supper as the others had
done already, he turned where he stood and went back the way he had
come.
"D'you want the cart, then?" Sivert called after him.
"No," said his father, and walked on.
Swelling with mystery, full of pride; with a little lift and throw
from the knee at every step, so emphatically did he walk.
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