Today | News | Books | Recipes Adventure | Science Fiction | Ghost stories | Poetry | Children | History BookBut the Fox did not go home. In fact he did not go anywhere at all. OEYVIND AND MARIT Oeyvind was his name. A low barren cliff overhung the house in which he was born, fir and birch looked down on the roof, and wild-cherry strewed flowers over it. Upon this roof there walked about a little goat, which belonged to Oeyvind. He was kept there that he might not go astray, and Oeyvind carried leaves and grass up to him. One fine day the goat leaped down, and--away to the cliff; he went straight up, and came where he never had been before. Oeyvind did not see him when he came out after dinner, and thought immediately of the fox. He grew hot all over, looked around about, and called, "Killy-killy-killy-goat." "Bay-ay-ay," said the goat, from the brow of the hill, as he cocked his head on one side and looked down. But at the side of the goat there kneeled a little girl. "Is it yours, this goat?" she asked. Oeyvind stood with eyes and mouth wide open, thrust both hands into the breeches he had on, and asked, "Who are you?" "I am Marit, mother's little one, father's fiddle, the elf in the house, grand-daughter of Ole Nordistuen of the Heide farms, four years old in the autumn, two days after the frost nights, I!" "Are you really?" he said, and drew a long breath, which he had not dared to do so long as she was speaking. "Is it yours, this goat?" asked the girl again. "Ye-es," he said, and looked up. "I have taken such a fancy to the goat. You will give it to me?" "No, that I won't." She lay kicking her legs, and looking down at him, and then she said, "But if I give you a butter-cake for the goat, can I have him then?" Oeyvind came of poor people, and had eaten butter-cake only once in his life, that was when grandpapa came there, and anything like it he had never eaten before nor since. He looked up at the girl. "Let me see the butter-cake first," said he. She was not long about it, took out a large cake, which she held in her hand. "Here it is," she said, and threw it down. "Ow, it went to pieces," said the boy. He gathered up every bit with the utmost care; he could not help tasting the very smallest, and that was so good, he had to taste another, and, before he knew it himself, he had eaten up the whole cake. "Now the goat is mine," said the girl. The boy stopped with the last bit in his mouth, the girl lay and laughed, and the goat stood by her side, with white breast and dark brown hair, looking down. "Could you not wait a little while?" begged the boy; his heart began to beat. Then the girl laughed still more, and got up quickly on her knees. "No, the goat is mine," she said, and threw her arms around its neck, loosened one of her garters, and fastened it around. Oeyvind looked up. She got up, and began pulling at the goat; it would not follow, and twisted its neck downward to where Oeyvind stood. "Bay-ay-ay," it said. But she took hold of its hair with one hand, pulled the string with the other, and said gently, "Come, goat, and you shall go into the room and eat out of mother's dish and my apron." And then she sung,-- "Come, boy's goat, Come, mother's calf, Come, mewing cat In snow-white shoes. Come, yellow ducks, Come out of your hiding-place; Come, little chickens, Who can hardly go; Come, my doves With soft feathers, See, the grass is wet, But the sun does you good; And early, early is it in summer, But call for the autumn, and it will come." There stood the boy. He had taken care of the goat since the winter before, when it was born, and he had never imagined he could lose it; but now it was done in a moment, and he would never see it again. His mother came up humming from the beach, with wooden pans which she had scoured: she saw the boy sitting with his legs crossed under him on the grass, crying, and she went up to him. "What are you crying about?" "Oh, the goat, the goat!" "Yes; where is the goat?" asked his mother, looking up at the roof. "It will never come back again," said the boy. "Dear me! how could that happen?" He would not confess immediately. "Has the fox taken it?" "Ah, if it only were the fox!" "Are you crazy?" said his mother; "what has become of the goat?" "Oh-h-h--I happened to--to--to sell it for a cake!" As soon as he had uttered the word, he understood what it was to sell the goat for a cake; he had not thought of it before. His mother said,-- "What do you suppose the little goat thinks of you, when you could sell him for a cake?" And the boy thought about it, and felt sure that he could never again be happy. He felt so sorry, that he promised himself never again to do anything wrong, never to cut the thread on the spinning-wheel, nor let the goats out, nor go down to the sea alone. He fell asleep where he lay, and dreamed about the goat. Suddenly there came something wet close up to his ear, and he started up. "Bay-ay-ay!" it said; and it was the goat, who had come back again. "What! have you got back?" He jumped up, took it by the two fore-legs, and danced with it as if it were a brother; he pulled its beard, and he was just going in to his mother with it, when he heard some one behind him, and, looking, saw the girl sitting on the greensward by his side. Now he understood it all, and let go the goat. "Is it you, who have come with it?" She sat, tearing the grass up with her hands, and said,-- "They would not let me keep it; grandfather is sitting up there, waiting." While the boy stood looking at her, he heard a sharp voice from the road above call out, "Now!" Then she remembered what she was to do; she rose, went over to Oeyvind, put one of her muddy hands into his, and, turning her face away, said,-- "I beg your pardon!" But then her courage was all gone; she threw herself over the goat, and wept. "I think you had better keep the goat," said Oeyvind, looking the other way. "Come, make haste!" said grandpapa, up on the hill; and Marit rose, and walked with reluctant feet upward. "You are forgetting your garter," Oeyvind called after her. She turned round, and looked first at the garter and then at him. At last she came to a great resolution, and said, in a choked voice,-- "You may keep that." He went over to her, and, taking her hand, said,-- "Thank you!" "O, nothing to thank for!" she answered, but drew a long sigh, and walked on. He sat down on the grass again. The goat walked about near him, but he was no longer so pleased with it as before. The goat was fastened to the wall; but Oeyvind walked about, looking up at the cliff. His mother came out, and sat down by his side, he wanted to hear stories about what was far away, for now the goat no longer satisfied him. So she told him how once everything could talk: the mountain talked to the stream, and the stream to the river, the river to the sea, and the sea to the sky; but then he asked if the sky did not talk to any one; and the sky talked to the clouds, the clouds to the trees, the trees to the grass, the grass to the |