John Ingerfield and Other Stories by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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At the head he carves in bas-relief the figure of the good Samaritan tending the brother fallen by the way, and underneath the letters, "In Remembrance of John Ingerfield." He thinks to put a verse of Scripture immediately after; but the gruff doctor says, "Better leave a space, in case you want to add another name." So the stone remains a little while unfinished; till the same hand carves thereon, a few weeks later, "And of Anne, his Wife." THE WOMAN OF THE SAETER. Wild-reindeer stalking is hardly so exciting a sport as the evening's verandah talk in Norroway hotels would lead the trustful traveller to suppose. Under the charge of your guide, a very young man with the dreamy, wistful eyes of those who live in valleys, you leave the farmstead early in the forenoon, arriving towards twilight at the desolate hut which, for so long as you remain upon the uplands, will be your somewhat cheerless headquarters. Next morning, in the chill, mist-laden dawn, you rise; and, after a breakfast of coffee and dried fish, shoulder your Remington, and step forth silently into the raw, damp air; the guide locking the door |
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