often been in doubt, for she is like the wind's course; but I have now
learned that notwithstanding this she has resisted Jon Hatlen's
advances, at which her grandfather's wrath is sorely kindled. She was
happy when your offer came, and if she jested it was from joy, not from
any harm. She has endured much, and has done so in order to wait for
him on whom her mind was fixed. And now you will not have her, but
cast her away as you would a naughty child.
This was what I wanted to tell you. And this counsel I must add,
that you should come to an understanding with her, for you can find
enough else to be at variance with. I am like the old man who has
lived through three generations; I have seen folly and its course.
Your mother and father send love by me. They are expecting you
home; but I would not write of this before, lest you should become
homesick. You do not know your father; he is like a tree which makes
no moan until it is hewn down. But if ever any mischance should befall
you, then you will learn to know him, and you will wonder at the
richness of his nature. He has had heavy burdens to bear, and is
silent in worldly matters; but your mother has relieved his mind from
earthly anxiety, and now daylight is beginning to break through the
gloom.
Now my eyes grow dim, my hand refuses to do more. Therefore I
commend you to Him whose eye ever watches, and whose hand is never
weary.
BAARD ANDERSEN OPDAL.



TO OYVIND PLADSEN:--
You seem to be displeased with me, and this greatly grieves me.
For I did not mean to make you angry. I meant well. I know I have