Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
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had preserved berries and rhubarbs and mussels.

Particularly inviting was the smell of two smoked pork

sides; some smoked trout was also hanging there.

Nonetheless, the best smell of all came from the dried

mutton legs. Fru Løbner inspected the shoulders and found

one that was sufficiently furry. She untied he knot, wrapped

the greenish shoulder in a cloth, and told him not to say

another word about it. She also gave him a jar of rhubarb

jam, saying that it would undoubtedly do fru Betta some


That evening the inhabitants of the Geil house ate barley

loaves and


But no one had much of an appetite.

Martimann was unable to eat at all, only managing a couple

of spoonfuls of warm milk. He had gotten so weak that Old

Tóvó had to press the scraped off mite coat against his

molars, and Martimann tried his best to suck some strength

from the Løbner storehouse’s gift. His cough had

diminished somewhat; the sound that came from his throat

was more like a weak wheeze.

While Old Tóvó sat and watched over Martimann, he did as

he had so often done before, he hummed his homemade

rhymes. He did not know if Martimann heard him, but

Little Tóvó lay perfectly still on his bunk and listened.

Grandfather sat there and rocked with his arms crossed

over his chest. It was difficult for him, especially when it